#me. it was complicated. we joked around but i think i took it too far and that's why he didn't like me

[coveredinsweetpea]

wicked game [dark!vampire!eddie x reader]

A/n: this wasn't requested, but I did receive some ideas for dark!eddie and some involving vampire!eddie, so I guess this is what came out!!!!

Summary: eddie is your best friend - has been for years, and while you're completely clueless when it comes to a darker side of him, your new potential lover isn't. Eddie doesn't like that. (SMUT-ish) 2.8k

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, masturbation (m), somnophilia, cum play, dark!eddie, dubcon, blood, mind control (through spells), gaslighting?, manipulation? (barely), mentions of violence (not described) idk what else

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“Why is your room always so cold? Do you like - never close that window?” you huffed, rolling off of Eddie’s bed. In just your underwear and a thin crop top, you tiptoed your way over to the window and slammed it closed.

“You’re barely dressed, that’s why you’re cold” Eddie laughed from his spot on the bed, where he sat and played aimlessly with his guitar. “I offered you give you a shirt”

“I didn’t leave these at your place last time only to borrow your clothes again”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart, you know where my closet it, you can take anything you want”

“Even your Hellfire shirt?” you giggled, plopping down beside him on the bed.

“Especially my Hellfire shirt. If I can get you to sleep in it, maybe I can get you to wear it outside and just imagine the look on people’s faces”

“Everybody knows you’re my best friend” you mumbled, studying a little scratch on the outside of your thigh, “No one would care”

“You in Hellfire? Little princess you in Hellfire” Eddie laughed, “They’d go nuts!”

“Ok, yeah, you have a point…” you trailed off and then felt your heart rise up in your throat, “This reminds me, did I tell you about Nate?”

“The asshole you met a couple of weeks ago?”

“He’s not an asshole, Eddie, stop being mean”

“What about him?” he sighed amused and placed his guitar aside. “Did he finally annoy you enough to break things off with him?”

“We’re not even official yet” you rolled your eyes, “But I think we’re headed there”

“Did you guys do anything yet?” he asked, knowing very well you didn’t. 

The only reason Nate was still around for you to hang out with was because things haven’t yet gone too far. Eddie learned the hard way that getting involved in this type of situation too early was risky and complicated. Now he was more controlled and calculated, only acting out on his own when sweet talking you failed. It rarely ever did, but now he was starting to think it was time for him to step in. He hated having to do so, but to protect you, he’d do anything.

“No, we haven’t yet, which kinda sucks, but we talked about it a bit”

“What did you talk about?”

You took a deep breath, “I was supposed to go to his house last night, sleep there. But he saw you drop me off at work yesterday and he said he doesn’t feel too good about that”

“About your friend helping you get places?”

“Not really…”

“Is it because I’m a guy?” Eddie laughed and you cringed.

“He doesn’t have anything against Steve, Eddie. It’s you who he doesn’t like”

His mouth fell open as he faked offense. “Is it because I’m a devil worshiper?”

“Yeah!” you joked and then shook your head, “He says you’re dangerous and he doesn’t like me hanging out with you”

Now, his cocky and amused grin turned to a somber frown, his eyes narrowed as he blinked in disbelief, “Please don’t tell me this is going where I think it’s going”

“I’m not gonna stop hanging out with you if that’s what you’re thinking”

“Good!” Eddie exclaimed and pointed a finger at you, “Cause I wouldn’t let you do that anyway!”

Giggling, you grabbed his hand and playfully bit his finger, completely unaware of how serious he was being. “No healthy relationship should keep you from seeing your friends” you said, “- unless said friends are a bad influence, and except for how hard you try to get me to play Dungeons and Dragons, I can’t possibly see how you’d be a bad influence”

“I’m sorry” Eddie sighed, “I’m sorry I put you in this position”

“Don’t be '' you shook your head, “I’ll talk to him about it, he’ll come around. But I just wanted to let you know, I always tell you everything”

“Good” he smiled, leaning over to kiss your forehead, “Always tell me”

“You know I do” you giggled and wrapped your arms around him before he got a chance to pull away. Eddie’s hands found your waist as you pushed him back, welcoming you against his chest when his back hit the mattress. “Imagine him seeing this right now…” you said, more to yourself, “I really probably shouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed as you now that I’m getting in a relationship”

“I’m hurt” Eddie laughed, “But I get it, I wouldn’t want my girlfriend sleeping with another guy either. I can take the couch”

“Like hell you are!” you belted and pushed yourself up to cage him in with your arms, “He’s not my boyfriend yet!”

“Yet” Eddie repeated.

“He’s not my boyfriend yet, Eddie, but you’re still my favorite pillow, I refuse to sleep without you until I get someone to replace you with”

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, he just shook his head and blinked at you furiously, “What did you just say?”

“You heard me, Munson”

“You’re gonna fall asleep soon-” he threatened, barely able to contain his smile, “And then you’ll see”

“What are you gonna do? Draw a mustache on my face?”

“I am cruel, but I’m not that cruel”

The banter went on for a little while before you decided it was late enough. You had work in the morning and out of solidarity, Eddie gave up on trying to master the Ride the Lightning guitar solo and agreed to go to sleep with you. 

As always, you fell asleep in an instant; in Eddie’s arms you always did. There was no place in the world where you felt safer, and after weeks of spending the night at his place, sleeping in your own bed became close to impossible. Falling asleep took hours and when you were finally able to drift off, the nightmares would come. But not with Eddie, not when he was around. In his hold, you always got the most peaceful and deep sleep. 

You had your head on his chest and one of your legs thrown between his when sleep overcame you. It was just a matter of time until little snores started escaping your lips and made Eddie’s radars go insane.

He knew what he was doing, and god knows he had enough practice. While sometimes he found it hard to control himself around you, he always managed to push his greedy and violent thoughts aside, at least while you were awake. When you were sleeping, that part of him, that little angel on his shoulder, always lost his battles. He probably never even stood a chance. As soon as you’d drift off, Eddie’s mouth would start to salivate in ecstasy.

“You asleep, sweetheart?” he asked into the darkness, caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers. When you failed to answer, his gums started itching - that familiar feeling that made his whole body ignite. He grew tense around you but still contained himself and leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Sleep, my love. I’ll wake you, I’ll wake you in the morning, but until then, sleep. May no touch disrupt you and no noise upset you, sleep soundly and sleep peacefully, until you hear me calling for you to wake. Sleep, my love”

Your heartbeat slowed down and you went from light sleep into a deep, impossible to break state of rest. Now he was free.

Although no alarms, no sirens or no storms could ever bother you now, Eddie liked to keep quiet. It was just like a game, a game he played all by himself, where the thrill of just one wrong move drove him wild. 

His hands, cold but gentle as always, rolled you over and off of him, so that you now laid on your side, with your back turned to him. He pressed his face into your hair and inhaled your scent, his palm greedily making its way up your belly to feel the steady beat of your heart, right under your ribcage. “You smell so good, my love” he said softly as his lips brushed the shell of your ear, “God, you’re all mine”

Your lack of response didn’t bother him, he was used to it. It didn’t matter if you knew it or not, he did, and that was enough.

“Come here” he hummed and brought you closer. 

His hand explored your body, all of your body, every inch that he loved so much. It pained him how soft you were under his touch, how just a single, momentary lapse of reason would have you wake up with a bruise. He lost himself like that before and had to convince you that when you’re as clumsy as you are, bruises are bound to show up out of nowhere. If he managed to do it once, he could do it again, couldn’t he? After all, you didn’t trust anyone more than him.

But with a sigh, he stopped himself. He let go of his grip on your thigh and just made his way up between your legs. The cotton of your panties did nothing to stop the heat of your core from reaching his fingers and it also did nothing to stop him from exploring further. With his lips still pressed against your ear, he pushed the material aside and let his fingers brush against your opening. You didn’t flinch but he knew you would have if you weren’t controlled by the spell. He imagined it - your gasp, the look on your face, the sound of your moans as he pushed his fingers inside. 

Now, he wasn’t delusional, he wasn’t doing this against your will, no. He knew you wanted it, him, he could feel it, otherwise why would have his fingers slipped so easily inside your cunt. He never tempered with that side of your mind, he knew he didn’t have to, he knew he just had to wait and let you realize on your own that he was all you could ever need.

“I wish you could hear yourself now, my love” he said, his senses tickled by the sound of your breathing. “You’re so peaceful for me. You just know this is meant to happen, don’t you?” His calm voice echoed around the room as he made his way inside you. “You’re so warm, my love” he sighed and brought his fingers against his tongue, “And you taste so good”

Unconsciously, your head rolled back, your lips almost brushing his as you snuggled closer. It drove him wild, how even in your sleep you craved him like that. It drove him wild, but it did not surprise him, after all, he knew you better than you knew yourself.

Somewhere inside his mind, where all of this was justified, the thought of fucking you - the thought of him just pulling out his hard cock and forcing it inside your cunt while you were sleeping and helpless in his arms, lit a fire inside his chest. There was no way in which he didn’t wish to own you, but he wanted for you to be present for it as well. He just had to wait for the right moment and he knew it was fast approaching.

But for now, he could settle for less. 

Eddie moved his hand back to your cunt and pressed his middle finger against your clit. After all this time, he knew exactly what you needed and how you needed it. In circular movements he worked on your clit, applying that perfect amount of pressure that always earned him a little whimper from you. When unconsciously you parted your legs, he took it as his invitation to go further. His fingers slipped down to your opening, teasing your folds and slowly making their way in and out of your cunt. By now, his hand was slick with your juices and if that wasn’t enough, the rough movement of his arm rocked your body, making your ass brush against his cock. He was going wild, all but ready to cum inside his underwear.

“Jesus fucking christ, what you do to me” Eddie cursed. You always had to cum first but there were nights, like this one, where that seemed nearly impossible.

But he pushed through, his hand working relentlessly on your cure, overstimulating your clit and eliciting moans from your slightly parted lips. He felt you when you were close, your whole body tensing against his, “Come on, my love, cum for me” he rasped. And when you did, your release reached him too, your energy engulfing him, “My girl” Eddie added as he kissed the back of your head.

Now, with no reason to control himself any longer, Eddie eagerly pushed his underwear down and released his cock. He was hard, throbbing and almost in pain, a lewd hiss erupting from his chest the second he started pumping himself inside his hand.

He had been waiting for this for most of the night, so there wasn’t much work left to be done. Not that he had the patience for it anyway. He sloppily, and way more unsatisfying than he thought you’d do it, jerked himself off, bringing himself one inch away from a long awaited orgasm. When he was just about to reach his limit, he let go of his cock and moved your hair away from your neck. 

He teased his tip as he took in the smell of your skin, and only resumed stroking himself after his teeth sank into your neck. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he sucked, sweet, pure and delicious blood flooding his senses as his hand brought his cock to an unmatched release. With his heels digging into the mattress, he kept going until he came on his abdomen and continued sucking your blood until all the cum had left his body. The combination of feeling drained but still full and satisfied was what he was living for.

“So fucking good, fuck!” he panted, wiping the excess of blood from his lips. He licked what he could, but that was tainted, it wasn’t your pure, untouched taste, it was mixed with his scent, with his spit and he hated that. 

Before getting up to clean himself, Eddie gathered some of the cum on his abdomen onto his fingers and brought his hand up to your lips. When in your sleep, you took his fingers inside your mouth and faintly licked them off, he almost lost it all over again. “That’s right, my angel, all yours”

-

That morning, Eddie woke you up just after the sun started rising. He made you coffee and lingered around you as you got ready to go to work. “Any plans today?” he asked.

“I’m seeing Nate” you responded and smiled at him in the mirror as you applied your mascara, “After I’m done at work, he’s coming over to my place”

“Are you gonna gossip about me?” Eddie grinned.

“Probably”

He was about to say something else, but instead, he got off the bed and walked over, “Listen, you know I don’t like the guy, but I’m not gonna ask you to choose between the two of us if the conversation doesn’t go as planned. If he really does make you happy, I want you to be with him. I’m ok with you not coming over anymore. I’ll accept whatever decision you make. I just don’t want you to let his opinion of me influence you”

“Eddie, you know I’d never be with someone that thinks badly of you”

“I know, I know” he sighed and leaned down to kiss the top of your head, “But if you really like him, give him a chance to change his mind. And give me a chance to prove to him that I’m not what people say I am” he almost threw up in his mouth as he spoke, but covered it with a smile and kept going, “I see how you are when you talk about him, I really want this to work out for you”

“Thank you, Eddie” you said in awe and stood up to hug him, “I love you so much, you’re the best”

“I love you more than anything, sweetheart”

That was the only thing he said during that conversation that wasn’t a complete lie. He wanted you to be happy, yes, but not with Nate. Or anyone else for that matter. And he wanted you to think as highly of him as he did of you, and for that, he had to make sure he’d get to Nate, to have a little talk, before the end of your shift. The possibilities were endless. He wanted Nate to break things off with you in a way that was painful enough to ensure you’d never think of going back to him again. The thought of you hurting upset him, but he had his clear end goal in mind. And what kind of a man would Eddie be if he didn’t make sure the ride there was at least somewhat enjoyable? The though of what was to come, of all the pain and torture, all the suffering and screams of agony, made Eddie smile wickedly as he got in his van and took off towards Nate’s house.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #dark!eddie munson #dark!eddie munson x reader #dark!eddie munson smut #vampire!eddie #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 34

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Thanksgiving is just around the corner and Reader is planning Talia and Jamal's wedding when unexpected news happen.

Tags : Angst

TW : Mention of drug use - Mention of pregnancy

Author's Note : I hope you enjoy the chapter ❤️

Y/N’s POV

Ever since Marshall had informed you that Kim would be there for Thanksgiving, you were a little bit freaked out. However, you didn’t really bring up the topic, and neither did your boyfriend. After the conversation, you spent a few days pondering whether or not you should try and escape the situation. Not being American, Thanksgiving wasn’t important to you anyway so you wouldn’t mind skipping it or celebrating it the same way you had done since you came to the US - with Talia and Jamal. 

When you moved to Detroit, you quickly befriended Talia at the beginning of the school year. You were planning on spending your first Thanksgiving in your dorm room, on your own, watching a crappy movie and eating ramen, but she wouldn’t have it and invited you to spend the day with her, her boyfriend and her family. At first, you declined the invitation but she basically forced you to go and that’s how you met Jamal, as well as Talia’s mother and her three sisters. You got along with everyone and had an official, standing invitation for every holiday, your best friend’s family being just as warm and welcoming as her. Even when you were with your ex, you spent Thanksgiving with Talia. This year would be your first time celebrating it with someone else. When you told her about the change of plans, she was happy for you but made it clear that you would be missed. To be fair, you would miss them too. You didn’t know too much about how everyone else celebrated Thanksgiving, but Talia’s family certainly made it fun : everyone would spend the day cooking together in a relaxed atmosphere, making jokes, dancing to some 80s tunes and playing board games. 

You didn’t mind skipping this in order to celebrate with the man you loved, but knowing his ex-wife would be there certainly made you reconsider. However, he made it clear that he was looking forward to celebrating with you and told you how important it was for him that you be there. 

It’s a family holiday, he said. We’re officially living together, it doesn’t make sense to spend it apart, Y/N. We’re family, now. 

We’re still very new, you reminded him. What will your family think ? 

As far as they’re concerned, you can do no wrong, he chuckled. Apparently, they’re all relieved that my grumpy ass found someone who is actually willing to put up with me. And they all know and like you already. 

Except for your ex, you pointed out. 

Is that what it’s really about ? He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

You sighed and did not reply. Part of you thought that it was a good thing that Marshall and Kim were on friendly terms, for the sake of their daughters. It was a proof of maturity on their part and you had heard enough stories from your friends with divorced parents to know that it was actually a good thing. Everyone would like for their parents to be able to get along after a divorce. But being the partner of someone who was divorced made it a little challenging. After all, no one expected to spend a holiday with their boyfriend’s ex-wife, let alone relished the idea. 

I told you it will be fine, he said as he hugged you from behind while you were doing your skincare before bed. And it’s not just her, anyway. Everyone else will be there. 

Yes but she’s the only one I haven’t met yet, you said sheepishly. What if she hates me ? 

Why would she hate you ? He scoffed. 

Because I’m your girlfriend… Duh ? 

Look, Y/N, he said as he took your hands in his. Yes, Kim is my ex, and yes, we have a long and complicated history. But any form of romantic feeling between us is long gone. There won’t be any jealousy… On her part, at least. 

The end of his comment made you raise an eyebrow. 

You think I’m jealous of her ? You asked. 

I don’t know, he said with a smile. Are you ? 

I guess not, you shrugged. I do have many questions, though. 

So we’re gonna have that talk, huh ? He asked with a sigh. 

Do you mind ? 

No offense, babe, but even if I did… I know you well-enough to know that you’d toss and turn all night, and you'll drive yourself crazy and me as well. I love you, and I want to get some sleep tonight, so for both our sakes, let’s get this over with, he chuckled. 

Thank you, you said shyly as you felt your face redden a bit. 

You both sat in bed and you were nervously tugging on your nightgown, not really knowing where to start. 

I don’t have all night, though, he said playfully. Just ask your damn questions, babe. 

Did she sleep here ? You asked, as it was the first question that popped into your head - hell, maybe you were in her spot ! 

In this room or in this bed ? He asked. This is the master bedroom, so yeah, we slept here. The bed and mattress are new, though, if that’s any comfort. Next question ? 

Do you miss her, sometimes ? You asked nervously. 

He glanced at you and shook his head with a smile. 

What kind of question is that, Y/N ? He simply asked. Really ? You’re asking me if I miss her ? 

Can you blame me for wondering, though ? Everyone knows she’s the love of your life, your high-school sweetheart and stuff… 

Everyone also knows that our marriages were utter failures and that we drove each other crazy, he stated with an eye roll. 

So you never think about her ? You asked. 

That’s a different question. Of course I think about her often. 

Often ?! What the hell did he mean by that ? As he saw the expression on your face - that probably resembled that of a deer in headlights - he let out a laugh. 

I told you, babe, we have a history and three daughters, he said. Of course I think about her, whether it’s something about the girls or simply memories. I can’t erase twenty-plus years from my brain, you know ? But it doesn’t mean I miss her. I used to, for sure, but I don’t. Not anymore. You can think of the good times you had with someone without missing the relationship. 

I guess, you said. How do you feel about her now, then ? 

I mean… She’s the mother of my children and that will never change. In that regard, I respect her, because she’s doing her best to be a good mom, too. I might not always agree with her, in fact there’s a lot of shit we disagree on, but she’s high in my esteem. Also because she put up with a lot of me and my shit, he said. 

Do you have feelings for her ? You blurted out before you were able to hold back the words. 

As soon as you spoke these words, he frowned and shook his head. He sighed and took your hand in his, interlocking your fingers. 

I just told you I don’t miss her, he said. So no, I don’t have feelings for her. Not romantic, at least. I do have affection for her, though, in a way. I care for her and I don’t want anything bad happening to her. If she ever needs me, I’m here. I told you before - whether we like it or not, Kim and I will always be family. So I will always be there to support her. 

You nodded, a bit lost in your thoughts. He pulled you in his arms and leaned in, his forehead resting against yours while his piercing blue gaze held yours. 

I need you to understand something, baby, he said. Nothing I’m saying here affects the way I feel about you. Just because I care for Kim doesn’t mean I don’t love you. You are the woman I love and the one who makes me happy, and no one will change that. 

Ok, you said as you nodded softly. I love you too, you know ? 

And even if she did hate you, which she won’t, you’re the one person I chose to share my life with. Whether anyone likes it or not, you are my girl and they have to respect that. And I know she does, he said. 

Ok, you said. Does she know that we live together here ? 

She does, he  nodded. 

And that I’m… You know… Younger ? 

Yes, that too, he chuckled. I mean, I told her about you before so she knows a couple of things. She knows your name, your age, what you do in life, part of our story and, most of all, she knows I am head over heels in love with you. 

When did you tell her all that ? You asked, a bit surprised. 

I talked about you on a couple of occasions, he explained. When we got together, and a couple of months after our breakup, too. We don’t speak or see each other too often, but we keep up with each other’s life. 

He was smiling, which was sort of reassuring. His transparency made you feel at peace and, even though you were still a bit anxious, you eased up. You smiled back and kissed him on the cheek. 

Thank you for reassuring me, you said softly. I think you got yourself a night without me tossing and turning. 

Good, he chuckled. I get how weird it must be for you, you know ? But I’m sure everything will be fine. It’s just Thanksgiving. 

You smiled and nuzzled his neck as he held you in his arms, tracing circles on your shoulder. 

I love you, Marshall. 

I love you too, Y/N. And I’m really happy we’re celebrating our first holiday together, he added. 

That’s a milestone, you said. 

The first of many, many more, he said with a smile before pressing a kiss to your temple. 

So… What does a typical Thanksgiving look like in the Mathers household ? You asked. What should I expect ? 

Just classic Thanksgiving stuff, you know ? He shrugged. 

Well I only ever celebrated at Talia’s family’s, so… I don’t know, you chuckled. In my experience, it involves Talia’s mom preaching about how good God is and the blessings he gives, lots of cooking, lots of eating, board games and Talia’s sisters arguing over who Jamal prefers ! 

Sometimes I forget you’re not from here, he chortled. No preaching here, but lots of eating, just hanging out together, talking, watching movies, playing games… And I have my basketball tradition with Nate. 

Let me guess ? You usually win ? You asked with a grin. 

I lost the last one, actually, he chuckled. But I’ll definitely humiliate him this year. I have a lady to impress, I can’t lose. 

If you win, I’ll give you something to look forward to, you said teasingly. 

Like what ? He asked with a smirk. 

Win and you’ll see, you replied with a wink. 

I have an entire week left before the game, he said. Believe me, I’m going to train for victory. 

You giggled and kissed him softly before turning the lights off. You were a little reassured and figured that, even though your first Thanksgiving with him would be a bit stressful, you would get to admire him all sweaty on the basketball court and that would be absolutely worth it. 

In the week leading up to Thanksgiving, you were busy with wedding stuff and maid of honor duties. Talia and Jamal had yet to set a date for the wedding but that didn’t prevent your best friend from giving you tasks such as browsing ideas, looking at dress designers and searching for venues. You gladly obliged : you had sent out a few applications for jobs but you hadn’t gotten any answers yet and you were starting to get a bit bored. You would have gladly taken care of the house or garden, but there was staff hired for that and the only thing you could do to help around the house was to cook dinner for Marshall when he came back from work. You enjoyed it but it was clearly not enough to fill your days and you were starting to feel like one of those rich, bored housewives. Helping Talia with the wedding was a welcome distraction and you took the task with the utmost seriousness. You had always been a sucker for weddings and you knew full well it would be the only one you would get to organize so you decided to enjoy it. Every day after she got off from work, your friend would come to your place and your living room was soon filled with bridal magazines and moodboards for what was set to be the wedding of the century. Jamal’s work as a renowned beatmaker allowed them to have a very comfortable lifestyle and he had made clear that, whatever Talia wanted for the wedding, she would get. And she happened to have expensive taste, as well as a never-ending guest list. 

I will never find a venue, she loudly complained. I either hate the places we’re looking at, or they’re simply not big enough. 

You let out a sympathetic laugh. With the immense guest list they had, it was no surprise that finding a venue would be challenging. It seemed like every single person they had ever met would be invited. 

We will find something, you said with a smile. Or maybe you could try and shrink the guest list ? 

Jamal put you up to this, didn’t he ? She sighed. He keeps on telling me that we should keep it small. If it were up to him, we would elope… 

That could be super romantic, you know, you said tentatively. I mean… How many people on your guest list do you actually keep in touch with anyway ? 

I want my princess wedding, she said. You don’t know what it is. You’ll see when you get engaged ! 

I’m not getting married, you reminded her. Marshall doesn’t want to get married. You know it, I know it, everybody knows it. 

I can’t believe you’re willing to accept that, though, she said with an eye roll. You, of all people, not getting married ? 

You know I’m a sucker for weddings and all things “traditional family”, you chuckled. But I’d rather never get married and be with Marshall than the other way around. He means more to me than a dress I’d wear for a day. 

You know I love Em, but I just don’t get it, she shrugged before munching on a cupcake you had baked earlier. He’s old, so I get the “not wanting kids” part. But you moved back here for him and you decided to give up on kids to be with him, so the least he could do is put a ring on it, you know ? 

We just got back together, you giggled. And don’t get me wrong, if he asked for my hand, I would say yes. I mean, he is the love of my life. But he seems pretty adamant. And as long as I’m with him, I’m good, so really… Doesn’t matter. 

Still… I never thought you would be ready to renounce marriage and children for any man. 

You could absolutely see where Talia was coming from. You had spent countless hours talking about wedding stuff, since the two of you had met. You had actually bonded over your love of romantic movies and series and watched countless wedding-related TV shows. But you had made your choice and you understood that Marshall didn’t want that. And after all, he was right : you didn’t need to sign a piece of paper to be in a loving, committed relationship. As long as you got to experience life with him and make great memories, you were happy. And as for the fun you would have had planning your own wedding, you would live vicariously through Talia, who would be the most beautiful bride. The conversation shifted and you got back to your order of business : the wedding. You looked at venues while she took a fun break and looked at the Vera Wang website.

I’m going to be sick, Talia muttered after a while. 

Come on, you chuckled. The bridal collections can’t be that bad… 

No, I’m really feeling sick, she said before running to the bathroom. 

You heard her puke profusely and looked at the plate of cupcakes. She had eaten about half a dozen. You had eaten a few yourself, though not nearly as much, and you were feeling fine, so you doubted that your baking was actually to blame. When she came back from the bathroom, she looked rather ill and tired.  

Do you want some tea ? You offered. 

Yes, please, she said in a croaky voice. 

Lay on the couch, I’ll make it. Do you think you caught a stomach bug or something ? 

I don’t know, she said in a small voice. Maybe it’s my period ? I’ve been waiting for it to actually come for a while. 

Wait… You’re late ? You asked with a raised eyebrow. 

You stared at her in disbelief and started to put two and two together. In the past days, she had complained about being tired and bloated, but you didn’t think too much of it. However, now that you knew she was late, it made you think of your own symptoms, from when you were pregnant. That’s how it had started after all : feeling tired, hungry and bloated, with a bit of morning sickness to top it off. 

I can’t be pregnant, Talia said with a terrified look on her face. My mother gave me enough shit about living with Jamal before being married, she will kill me if I have a baby out of wedlock. 

Maybe it’s just a false alarm. You’re using protection, right ? You asked as you tried to reassure her. 

Of course, she said. I mean, except once, but what would be the odds ? 

When was that ? You asked with a raised eyebrow. 

Hum… The night we got engaged ? She said nervously. 

You opened big eyes. The night they got engaged was the night Jamal brought condoms to your room. And doing the math, it would make sense and explain Talia’s period being quite a bit late. On some level… You were the one who stopped taking the pill after your breakup and your best friend might as well be the one who ended up pregnant. You convinced her to take a pregnancy test and the two of you ended up driving to the nearest pharmacy, buying one from every brand. When you got back home, Talia was shaking with nerves. 

You’ll be fine, you said as you gave her a hug. You guys have been together for ages and you guys have talked about having kids before. You know he will be supportive. 

I know but… Right before the wedding ?! She asked nervously. That was not the plan, Y/N. I wanted to look good in my dress, I wanted to show off my figure in a bikini on a Hawaiian beach for my honeymoon… 

Only one way to find out, you said. Now, go and take the test ! 

In true bestie fashion, you sat on the tub while Talia was peeing on the stick. She handed it to you during the mandatory three minute waiting period. You had been there before and you knew damn well how she might be feeling. You held her hand and started to feel overcome with nerves, as well as many other emotions. You were probably a bad friend for this, and you would never confess to feeling this way, but deep down, you were feeling envious. You were content with your life, but some shameful part of you felt like you would have been in her place, if you hadn’t broken up with Simon. You would most likely be engaged, maybe with a rainbow baby on the way. In a way, you were envious. Of course, being with Marshall was everything you wanted and you loved him more than hypothetical plans of having kids or getting married, and Talia was more than deserving of these things, but it was stronger than you. When the alarm on your phone rang, both you and Talia took a deep breath. 

I can’t look at it, she said. 

You sort of have to, you pointed out. You have to know, right ? 

You look at it and tell me. 

You nervously took the stick and looked at it. Two lines. Positive. 

You’re… pregnant, you said in a blank voice. 

She gasped and looked at it herself. She freaked out and refused to believe it, trying to convince the both of you that it might be a false positive and she ended up guzzling almost a gallon of water and taking another test. Then another one. And another one. Of course, all of them had the same result : your best friend was definitely pregnant. 

I’m pregnant, she said in disbelief. I’m really pregnant.

How are you feeling ? You asked. 

I… I can’t believe it, she simply said. I am pregnant. 

She stared at the numerous tests on the sink and put a hand on her belly. She stared at you as tears welled up in her eyes. 

I’m pregnant, she repeated. 

Look, if you don’t feel ready, you can absolutely…, you began. 

No, she said. I think… I’m happy. I’m having a baby with the love of my life. I’m so happy. 

She took you in her arms and held you tightly as she sobbed with happiness. You were emotional - for a lot of different reasons - and you felt a tear roll on your cheek. Talia was the kindest soul you had ever met and you had absolutely no doubt that she would be an amazing mother. She was already so good at taking care of people. 

You’re going to be a splendid mom, you said softly. That baby is going to be so lucky. 

You’re going to be the best aunt, she said emotionally. 

And Jamal is going to be the greatest Dad on earth ! 

Oh my God, I have to tell Jamal ! She said. And my mom ? Do I call my mom ? And the wedding ?! What do I do ?!?! 

You could see her go through so many emotions at once. You tried your best to reassure her and walked her through what she needed to do. First, you told her to go home and break the news to Jamal before telling anyone else. Then, she would have to make some medical appointments to ensure everything was alright with her pregnancy. As for the wedding, you assured her that, whether they wanted to elope or wait until after the baby was born, you would do your best to make sure her dreams came true and that she would have the most beautiful wedding. Whatever she needed, you would be there for her. She hugged you tight before leaving your place, making you promise that you would not tell a soul, not even Marshall. 

MARSHALL’S POV 

Marshall sighed in relief as he drove past the gate of his property. The past few days at the studio had been pretty rough : nothing seemed to be going right and it was starting to get on his nerves. The week had started with an artist postponing a recording and writing session they were supposed to have together, as well as a sample clearing issue. However, there was a bigger problem : whenever he wanted to write, he couldn’t bring himself to. Whenever he jotted down some ideas or words on a page, everything felt insanely corny or simply wrong. He knew that was to be expected, though : whenever his personal life was peaceful, that’s when he found it harder to write and, right now, things happened to be going great at home. Every morning, he woke up with the biggest smile on his face, happy to be with the woman he loved. She was truly amazing and he loved living with her. She was easy to get along with and she took care of him by cooking, baking and providing him with comfort whenever he needed. There was literally nothing for him to complain about and, deep down, maybe it was what was lacking. When they were broken up, he was hurting and felt like shit but at least, it was a familiar feeling. As hard as it had been, he had learned to thrive on sadness, hurt, anger and resentment. Happiness, on the other hand, felt foreign to him, especially when it was this peaceful and domestic. There was always this irrational part of him that felt like it was too good to be true and was in panic mode. When he was with Kim, this kind of calm, peace and happiness only meant a storm was coming and that he was about to be brought to his knees. Same when he was a teenager living with his mother : when things were going great, it always meant drama was coming their way. So, obviously, he had developed trust issues and always felt odd when things were going good. Of course, he loved being with Y/N and he would not have it any other way. But at the same time, he couldn’t shake the feeling of anxiety. 

When he got home, he found Y/N reading yet another bridal magazine on the couch while a documentary was playing on the living room TV. He immediately joined her and pulled her in for a hug. Her presence was just what he needed. However, she seemed a bit more distracted than usual. 

How was wedding planning today ? He asked as he settled and pulled her legs over his knees. 

Eventful, she replied. 

Really ? What happened ? Did you argue about the color of the bridesmaids dresses ? He chuckled. 

No, no, she said. I mean, whatever, it’s not really interesting. 

Are you alright ? He asked. 

Yeah… How was your day ? 

She seemed a little nervous and preoccupied, but he figured that Talia was probably to blame. Jamal’s fiancée was amazing, but she did keep Y/N busy with wedding planning and he knew that she was definitely the type to turn into a bridezilla. He told his girlfriend about his day and a meeting he had about upcoming performance dates. He was set to be a headliner for Lollapalooza, not only in the US but also in Europe and South America. He tried to focus on the positive and keep his writing struggles to himself. 

How would you feel about coming with me for Lollapalooza ? He asked. 

I don’t know, she shrugged. 

Come on, he said with a smile. It could be fun. I don’t want to be away from you for too long. And you could also enjoy the festival, see concerts, and we could travel a bit between the performance dates and make it romantic. What do you think ? 

That could be fun, she agreed. I don’t know if I’ll be free, though. 

I think Talia can do without you for a little while, he chuckled. 

No, I meant… From work, she corrected. In case I find something, you know ? But maybe Talia will need me too. I don’t know. 

We’ll see, he said with a smile. Are you sure you’re ok ? You seem… Gloomy ? 

I’m fine, she shrugged. Sorry. I guess I’m just under the weather. 

You’re working too hard for this wedding, he said as he took the magazine from her hands and pulled her closer to him. Come here. 

She hummed and buried her face in his neck. They cuddled in this position for a while and he started to relax. The warmth of her breath on his skin was doing a good job soothing him and making him forget about the frustrations of the day. From the day she walked into his life, she had been a peaceful presence for him and getting to come home to her in the evening was a blessing he was definitely grateful for. He enjoyed being in a bubble with her and being able to forget about the pressure of his work. They didn’t need to speak, her mere presence in the room and her touch were enough for him to be able to ease up. 

I missed you today, he said as he kissed her temple. 

I missed you too, she replied. 

If you didn’t have that appointment tomorrow, I’d take you to work with me, he continued. I could use your hugs throughout the day. 

What appointment ? She asked, seemingly confused. 

Your OB/GYN appointment for your contraception. Isn’t that tomorrow ?

Oh, right, she said sheepishly. I forgot about that. 

Are you ok, babe ? He asked with his eyebrows furrowed. I mean… If you don’t want to take the pill, it’s fine, we can stick to condoms. 

No, no, it’s not that, she replied. 

What’s wrong, then ? 

Nothing, she said. Sorry. Mind if I go lie down before preparing dinner ? I don’t feel too well. 

No, of course not, he said softly. Do you want me to come with you ? 

Don’t worry, she said. You can stay here. 

She got up and kissed his cheek before heading to their bedroom. Something definitely seemed off. Ever since they got back from Europe, she had been in a rather good mood, even considering the situation with her Dad. Now, she almost seemed depressed and he had no idea why. He decided to let her rest, figuring that she was probably just tired or that her period might be on the way. A couple of hours later, he went to see her and ask if she was hungry. She immediately offered to cook something for him, even though she didn’t plan on eating, but he told her not to bother. Y/N was laying in bed, wearing one of his tee-shirts, doom scrolling on her phone, the preoccupied look still on her face. He kissed her and went to the kitchen for a quick sandwich and a can of diet coke. When he was done, he threw his can in the trash and saw three sticks that looked all too familiar : pregnancy tests. Ever since he got back with Y/N, they’d had protected sex and, on one occasion when the condom broke, she had gotten emergency contraception. There was no way she could be pregnant. So why the hell had she taken these tests ? In a matter of seconds, his heart had started pounding in his chest. He nervously grabbed one of the tests, hoping it was negative. But there were clearly two lines. Positive. So were the two other ones. He felt terrified and dizzy. That had to be a nightmare. He could not have a baby. Not at fifty-two. Not when he had sworn that he would not have any more children. If anything, he was the last person on earth that should have kids. He loved his daughters, obviously, and even though raising them was his biggest accomplishment, it was also the hardest thing he had ever had to do. Seeing the two lines on the pregnancy tests gave him flashbacks of all the sleepless nights he’d had, tossing and turning, doubting himself and being terrified to mess things up. There was no way he would be able to do it all over again. Now that his daughters were grown-up and out of the house, he wanted to take it easy, enjoy life with Y/N and be able to do whatever he wanted. The last thing he expected was to change diapers, get up in the middle of the night and just struggle all over again. He took his face in his hands. He could not do this, and especially not with Y/N. She had not even been sober for two years. He had been there with Kim and he knew what it was like to see the mother of his children relapse and struggle with sobriety. No kid ever deserved this and he was simply not strong enough to raise a kid with another addict. Not again. He tried to pace himself but he couldn’t. He had to talk to her. He did not understand. Why hadn’t she told him she was late ? When did she take the test ? Why didn’t she tell him she was pregnant ? He had so many questions. He grabbed the sticks and walked to the bedroom to confront her.

Please tell me it’s a prank, he said as he walked in. Please tell me it’s not true. Please tell me they’re fake. 

Fake what ? What prank ? She asked as she looked up. There’s no prank. 

So it’s real ?! He blurted out. How long did you think you could hide this from me ?! 

Hide what from you ? She asked as her eyebrows knitted. 

THIS ! He yelled as he threw the pregnancy tests on the bed.

He was livid. His anxiety had simply turned to anger. The idea that she could have the audacity to pretend not to know what he was talking about was driving him crazy. Had she even taken the plan B pill ? He couldn’t think straight anymore. He felt betrayed and trapped. He could see her face change as she saw the pregnancy tests. Her face started to crumble and tears started to roll on her cheeks. But if she thought he would fall for it, she was wrong. No amount of crying would work and she was not getting away with it. 

Don’t even try that shit with me, Y/N, he said coldly. You don’t get to pretend you have no idea when I’m talking about when I just found these fucking pregnancy tests. And you don’t get to cry when you’re the one who tried to hide that shit for me. What were you fucking thinking ?! Were you waiting for the legal delay for an abortion to be over ? For an ultrasound to soften me up ?! 

W-What ? She asked. No, Marshall, it’s not… 

What is it, huh ?! Fuck, we talked about this, we fucking broke up over this, so don’t tell me you didn’t fucking know how I feel about having kids, he continued. I’m not having another kid. Especially not with you. When you get to the doctor tomorrow, you better ask him to point you to the nearest abortion clinic ! 

She stared at him in shock. Her mouth was slightly open, she was still crying but she looked in disbelief. What was she thinking ? That he would jump up at the news ? He shook his head and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. 

It’s Talia, she said. She…

Of course it’s Talia, he scoffed. Of course your stupid friend put you up to this. Do you know the number of times she told me to suck it up and agree to marriage, babies and shit and get you back ? I gotta hand it to her, she’s fucking persistent. Though I must admit I didn’t think she would put you up to this. 

At this point, he wasn’t even thinking about what he was saying, just spitting his words in a spiteful way. As seconds went by, he was getting more and more worked up. He didn’t care about this pregnancy. He did not want to. He simply refused this possibility. There was no way he was having another baby. He loved Y/N but there was no way he would have a kid with her. 

You’re not the first person to try this with me, you know ? He spat. I should have known better. But you’re the last person I would have expected to try and fuck me ovI- 

I’M NOT PREGNANT ! Y/N finally yelled before throwing the tests back in his face. 

You’re not ?! He asked in disbelief. Whose fucking tests are they then ?! 

TALIA’S ! TALIA IS PREGNANT,  YOU ASSHOLE ! NOT ME ! 

He felt a sudden wave of relief wash over him. He didn’t realize he needed to breathe that much, but it felt like he had a whole bottle of oxygen poured into his lungs. He felt at least thirty pounds lighter. Y/N, on the other hand, looked absolutely livid. And why wouldn’t she ? He realized he had basically insulted her, blinded by anger. As his mind got a little clearer, he recognized he might have gone a little overboard. 

Thank God, he sighed. Babe, I…

Cut it, she said as she got up from bed and started to leave the room. 

Wait, he pleaded as he grabbed her arm. 

She jerked her arm and groaned before going to the corridor. He followed her, trying to apologize and get her to talk to him. 

Y/N, I’m sorry, he said sheepishly. 

Please, she scoffed. You’re not sorry. 

I am, he assured her. Nerves got the best of me. I’m really sorry. 

Well, at least I got to know what you really think of me, she said. 

Where are you going ? He asked as she went down the stairs. 

On the couch. I don’t know about you, but I usually don’t sleep in the same room as people who think I am capable of betraying them, she spat. 

I didn’t say that, he defended himself knowing full well he had, indeed, said that. 

You did, Marshall, she said coldly. You literally said I tried to fuck you over. And not only do you think I am a terrible person, you also insulted my best friend. 

You’re not sleeping in the living room, it’s stupid, he said. 

Well I would have appreciated waiting until tomorrow to gather my things and figure out my next move, she pointed out. 

Your next… Y-You want to… leave ?! 

She did not answer. She only shrugged. Her demeanor and gaze were cold. She was clearly pissed, understandably so. But… Leaving ? She couldn’t leave him. He couldn’t lose her. He had promised to himself he would do everything in his power not to. The idea of her leaving put him in a state of panic and brought him back to their breakup, to that fateful Saturday morning, over pancakes, about seven or eight months ago. 

You can’t leave. 

Why should I stay ?! She spat. Why should I stay with someone who thinks I am capable of betraying them ? 

I didn’t mean that, he pleaded. I panicked, I’m sorry. Babe, I love you. I know you’d never… Fuck, I… Don’t leave me. Please. 

Let’s be clear, she said as she looked at him dead in the eyes. The only reason I’m still standing here is because my best friend is telling her future husband that they’re having a child and there is no way in hell I’m ruining that moment for her. Otherwise, I’d be over there and back in my old room already. 

Don’t do this, he said on the verge of tears. Please don’t leave me. I just… You seemed a little off, today, and you said it had been eventful, and when I saw the tests, I… I don’t know, I panicked. 

The reason I was off is because my best friend just told me she was pregnant, you dumbass ! She yelled. I was off because I had to stand in my own bathroom and hold these fucking pregnancy tests and see that they were positive and they’re not mine ! 

She was starting to cry again. She mumbled something in French and went to the living room, as he followed in her step. She sat on the couch and brought her knees to her chin. He stood there, watching her. 

Just leave, she said. 

No, he replied. I want to talk about it. I want to make things right between us. I’m so sorry… 

You want to talk ? Let’s talk then, she said sarcastically. You said you’re not having another kid, especially not with me. What was that ? 

I just don’t want more kids, he said evasively. I’m in my fifties, I’ve had three daughters, I don’t want more. 

I know that, she said as she rolled her eyes. And I respect that. But answer the damn question, Marshall. What did you mean about me ?! 

It doesn’t matter, he pleaded. It really doesn’t. You don’t want a kid, do you ?! 

Believe me, the last thing on my wish list is to have a baby, especially with you, she replied. 

Then it doesn’t matter, he simply said. I was out of line, I shouldn’t have accused you and I’m sorry. Let’s go to bed, I’ll make it up to you. 

Just say it, she said firmly. If you don’t, I swear to God, I’m packing a suitcase, calling a cab and booking a hotel room. 

I meant addicts like us don’t get to make that kind of mistakes, Y/N, he sighed. Addicts are shitty parents. I should know. 

Wow, she simply scoffed. 

She was staring at him with a look of both pain and disdain. He had obviously struck a chord. She closed her eyes and sighed. 

Why do you even bother with me ? She questioned. Why did you take me back ? 

What do you mean ? He asked nervously. I love you, I want to be with you. 

Why would you want to be with someone who you obviously think is not good enough ?! That’s just stupid, she pointed out. Why bother ? 

What ?! No, Y/N, I don’t… Of course you’re good enough. 

You know, I’m fine with your choices, she said with a hint of sadness. I respect that you’re done with marriage, and that you’re done with having kids. But you thinking I shouldn’t get to have children ? That fucking hurts. 

I’m sorry… 

STOP ! She screamed. You’re not sorry. I was ready to renounce having kids. Because I love you more than any unborn child. But do you even realize how much it hurts to know that if I had actually gotten accidentally pregnant, the person I sacrificed everything to be with would not support me ?! 

He felt his heart strain a little. Seeing the pain on her face made him feel like the worst asshole in the world. To be fair, if she had actually been pregnant, he would have supported her. Sure, he thought abortion would be a better option, but he would never force her. If they had been in that situation - and thank God they weren’t -  he would have stood by her side and supported her to the best of his abilities. He had simply been mean and stupid. Once again, anger had gotten the best of him. 

I would have been there, he said. Of course I would have been. I love you, Y/N. 

But you think I would be a shitty mom, she pointed out. 

I’ve seen addiction ruin families, he explained. It certainly ruined mine, in more ways than one. 

You still think of me as an addict, don’t you ? She asked on the verge of tears. No matter how long I can stay sober, you think I can’t be trusted ever again ? 

I-I don’t know, he replied honestly. In my book, an addict is an addict. I still think of myself as an addict. It doesn’t mean people can’t improve or recover but… It’s tricky. But I love you. I love you more than life itself, baby. 

She looked at him and simply shrugged. No matter what he said, he got the feeling that it would not matter much. He hated that angry side of himself. It wasn’t the first time that his anger got the best of him and ruined everything. He had been to therapy for his anger for years but, right when he thought he had made progress, it had to come and bite him in the ass once again. 

Please talk to me, he begged. Please say something. 

I have my appointment tomorrow morning, she simply said. I’ll pack my things when I get back. I will be out of here by the time you get back from work tomorrow.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #recovery fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #Eminem angst

[chaifootsteps]

Okay, so jumping here. I've been thinking and imo the 'Lilith' is Eve in disguise and Rosie is Lilith theory still holds true. This is brought to you by me going "We know Viv is a shitty writer, so from the writing already available, where would she lead the plot NOW?" and by my tinfoil hat.

We know Lilith is somewhere in Heaven (maybe even in Eden itself). Unless she pulls the weirdest explanation out of her hat for why she took a small vacay for 7 YEARS abandoning her daughter (with whom we know she had a good relationship with, IF that part of the pilot is still true. She never stopped to explain what parts of the pilot are still true, ffs.), Lilith would never. I don't even think she:

1) Would be allowed in Heaven, even by making a deal with Adam.

2) Adam's pride is too big for him to simply accept such a deal and Lilith's pride would be equally big imo. This interaction would never work.

So that has to be Eve. And Adam *has* to know that that's Eve. Or he doesn't, idc. Point is, it's far more likely by normal logic for that to be Eve. By Viv logic...? Not so much.

Which brings me to my second point! Rosie and her character. I did kind of feel the Mary Poppins vibes a bit, ngl. Horrible redesign, but oh well... The way she reacted to Charlie, her going "yeah, singing totes works here, in the *cannibal* colony!" and her giving that love advice + "we all did things we aren't proud of" + the fact that she's a "hellborn"? She has to be Lilith, sorry. Also also I feel like cannibalism isn't even such a big deal??? In the show I mean. It's literally so cartoonish it simply becomes a hellish quirk for some inhabitants. Sure Alastor, you're a cannibal, boo-hoo. I don't feel threatened by any of them, is what I mean. And even irl, I feel like yeah, it's gross and most likely getting yourself sick, but what makes cannibalism truly bad is the act of *killing* that person, ye know? In Viv's Hell that can't even happen, they'll just respawn, no problem.

And my final reason issss: Viv just ran so fast past 4 seasons worth of plot that imo she backed herself info a corner. The only things keeping the plot going are...Alastor's deal and who he made it with. It's probably Roo or Eve (or Lilith if Rosie is just Rosie), but I have a feeling like it can't be so simple with her, she has to pull a super complicated sayan explanation to make it seem like she just had us all guessing the wrong things, she's suuuuch a literary genius. And she loves musicals a bit too much (Adam is literally just Beetlejuice minus everything interesting about him), so pulling a Sweeney Todd sounds very in-character for her.

Now, speaking of Alastor....I haaaate how she destroyed his character with all the swearing and the petty edgelord-ness. She's not smart enough to write a smart chaotic presence/maybe potential villain. There, I said it. She should open a psychology book or some shit (she should've hired psychologists to coach her about writing about topics such as SA, addiction, sadistic/criminal personalities and so on, but we know she never put such thought into her work). Or at least a sensibility reader for her plot, smh. The overall tone of the show is jumping around faster than a bunny on electrolytes.

And as always, Alastor and Rosie have more chemistry than Charlie and Vaggie literally the "main" couple. They seem like a 30s married couple, tbh.

Also also super confused about Alastor's microphone and how she can hand it over to Charlie??? Why would he do that??? Are we supposed to understand he now cares about her? Handling his (presumably from the Adam fight) source of power to her just like that?? TWICE?!?

I understand his final lyrics are supposed to be "holy shit, I almost died for these people, what is wrong with me???" in a nutshell (+ that part about the contract), but we were never SHOWN how he became more attached to them??? We just have to believe him based on the talks with Rosie and Niffty respectively. What a joke. (Niffty got partially restored in my brain, at least).

-idk, Broadcast🎭 anon- (I know I DMed u, but yea)

Honestly? Even if this leak never comes true the way Viv planned it back then, I for one am having a great time speculating.

#Anonymous #Broadcast Anon #viv stuff #actual blog post

[starkwlkr]

ii. i’ve got my eye on you

sorry anon who was asking about a new chapter, i finished writing it early so here you go :)

Clara had said her goodbyes to Valentino Rossi while her father continued his conversation with the Italian man. Several photographers had taken pictures of the King and Princess with Valentino. She waved and smiled as she was taught. It became a routine for her.

“I’m late?” She heard a voice from behind her causing her to turn around. She saw Marc, who she immediately recognized.

She chuckled at his nervousness and shook her head. “Not really. Just don’t tell my father about it, he gets annoyed when I’m late.”

“Oh. Uh, how are you liking it so far? Is it too loud?” Marc asked. He had no idea what to talk about with the literal princess of spain. They didn’t have anything in common as far as he knew. Maybe they both liked the same food or a show? He just felt a bit overwhelmed by a princess.

“You’re asking me if it’s too loud? We’re surrounded by motorcycles. It’s fine, Marc. I am definitely enjoying myself. It’s been a rough couple of days, but this is a great distraction.” Clara smiled.

“How come? Is being a princess hard? It doesn’t seem like it in the movies.” Marc joked. Being busy with motogp, he had no idea of what had happened with Clara and Lorenzo.

“It’s definitely not like the movies. I think I would much prefer being a princess in the movies than in real life. It looks like they have it easy—”

“Marc! There’s the world champion!” King Felipe interrupted.

“Your majesty, I hope you’re enjoying yourself.” Marc smiled at the king.

“The day has been great. I’m sure you’ll make our country proud like you always do.”

Talk about pressure.

Clara could sense Marc had become more nervous. Not only did he have the eyes of fans on him, but he had the king and princess of his home country counting on him.

“Thank you, your majesty.” Marc nodded. “I was just about to ask the princess if she would like some kind of souvenir to remember this day—”

“Lead the way, Marc.” Clara said. She loved her father, but he always had the worst timing.

“Clara!” King Felipe called out.

Marc felt like he was going to get banned from his home country for leaving the king by himself, but Princess Clara had dragged him away.

“Shouldn’t we—”

“Just pretend you’re giving me a tour. It’s nice to not have a microphone or camera in your face.”

So that’s how Marc and Clara ended up in his motorhome. He showed the inside and saw how her face lit up just by the simple motorhome.

“It’s cozy. I’m jealous.” She said as she sat on the sofa.

“Of this dirty unorganized thing?” Marc joked.

“It’s tiny and quiet. It feels nice in here.”

Marc nodded. Maybe the movies didn’t represent the royal life all too well. “Do you think your father likes me after this? He might think wrong. I don’t want to be on his bad side, he’s the king.” Marc sat beside her.

“If you want, we can go back. But you did promise some kind of souvenir.” She teased.

“Here.” Marc took off his hat and placed it on her lap.

“What? No autograph?” Pretended to be upset.

“The princess wants my autograph? I would be honored,” Marc played along and took out a permanent marker from his back pocket and signed the hat. “So do princesses have a complicated schedule or do I have to make some calls just so I can see you again?”

“You want to see me again?” Clara couldn’t believe it. Maybe this was some kind of prank and she was the victim of it.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I want to see you again?”

It was clear that Marc couldn’t keep his eyes off of the princess. He didn’t believe in love at first sight until he finally met Clara then he realized how quickly she had stolen his heart.

#motogp fanfic #marc marquez #mm93 #sweet series #Marc Marquez x oc #motogp #princess of spain!oc #royal!oc #princess!reader #marc marquez imagine

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Might fully write this as a whole story one day.

You come to Viktor with a serious inquiry:

“Do you know a doctor that can perform Hanahaki removal surgery?”

He was stunned at first. He didn’t even know you had feelings for someone but to ask for this?

“You know how risky that is, you could lose all love in your heart.” Viktor stated.

“Of course I do. That’s why I came to ask you. It’s been done, a successful removal. Sure the recovery period is long but I get to keep my memories with you guys. I’ll take the chance.” You were steadfast in your decision. This was the only way to rid yourself of this retched disease. You weren’t exactly happy about it either, the chance that you would lose all love for Viktor and Jace was high. However staying in love with someone until your heart breaks or you die is worse (of course you wouldn’t actually die though).

Viktor sighed, “Who is it, it you don’t mind me asking?”

You were almost too embarrassed to mention it, “Remember Sterling…”

Viktor sat up fully in his seat to really grasp the situation. Sterling was someone you both knew from your Academy days and he was a piece of work. A ‘Grade A’ jackass and flirt. It sucks that his looks matched his brains, being one of Piltover’s elites. He was destined to inherit his families company and live a life of luxury. And this, amalgamation of every stereotype rich boy, was the one causing you so much pain. Viktor could hardly believe it.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not proud of it either!” Your face flushed bright red. “It just…happened. We were talking and things got real for a second. I thought I saw a different side of him but it’s…ugh! It’s complicated Viktor!”

Still in disbelief, Viktor adjusted himself on the chair. He collected his thoughts before looking back up at you. “I will ask Professor Heimerdinger for help. Don’t worry, I’ll find the best doctor there is. You won’t lose a precious memories, I promise.”

“Thank you Vitya.” You smile. Viktor felt a small ache in his chest but ignored it. You said your goodbyes and Viktor started to draft his letter to the Professor. Your memories and friendship was on the line so he felt compelled to write as soon as possible.

Professor Heimerdinger reported back by the end of the day. He was deeply concerned with Viktor’s wellbeing. This disease was no joke! He had lost many a friend to the flower disease and Viktor was far too young to fall ill with it. Viktor stopped him in the middle of his speech as he explained the treatment was for you and not himself. He was very confused at first but agreed to contacting a very good doctor. Before Viktor leaves, the professor urges him to be careful and be kind to himself.

Viktor didn’t understand then. You met with the doctor and consulted with her many times. She was kind and truly understood what it meant to be afflicted. After the consultations, Viktor would be your shoulder to lean on. On the nights you were too sick, you would stay with him. Viktor’s apartment became your second home. Viktor was slowly starting to understand the Professor’s warning. He couldn’t think about that now, he needed to be here for you.

Around two weeks before your surgery you were walking to your scheduled visit when you saw him, Sterling. He was chatting with another girl when he said some choice words about you. He threw in a couple comments that you’d only get far in this world because you “suck up” to the HexTech guys. It didn’t just sting he thought of you this way, especially after this long but he dared to badmouth your two best friends as well. For once, your coughing stopped and you noticed a bud had landed in your hand. You took this to the doctor and she was intrigued. She examined it closely and came back with a smile on her face.

“Congratulations, you’re falling out of love.”

“What?!”

“Calm down, it’s only been reported in the last 60 years or so but there are cases of people falling out of love with their intended person. It was mostly reported in relationships that turned sour after years but yes, even crushes can die out.”

“Does this mean, I will lose all love in my heart?”

“Not necessarily, you’ll feel reluctant and wary but as for your friends and family, you will love them just the same. You may even fall in love again one day.”

You get somewhat relieved. The doctor continued, “About the buds in your lungs. You can have the stem cut but that runs the risk of the original surgery. Best I can do for you is give you some medicine for nausea, pain killers and recommend you take on less physical work. Also, if you don’t mind, I’d like to continue our consultations with a therapist present so I can monitor the after effects.”

“Right…”

You left the consultation feeling lighter. Honestly seeing the doctor so excited over a bud, the proof that love dies, was amusing. The very thought of Sterling did fill your heart with a pit but one of disgust. Such an awful person who doesn’t know himself had the audacity to speak about you and your friends. The nerve!

You walked into the office and huffed into the seat next to Viktor. Without looking up from his notes, “You seem energetic today.”

“I’m not having the surgery.”

He almost fell out of his chair. Why would not have the surgery!? Have you fallen in love with Sterling?! Did he accept you?!

“I heard that jerk talking about me to another girl and he had the nerve to bring you and Jace into it! I don’t know it’s like- it’s like all my affection just died right then and there!” You explained what the doctor had said and how you would continue your rantings. Viktor felt a swell of pride in his chest. The fact that you were so annoyed on his behalf meant no matter what, your feelings would remain.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” he smiled.

“Honestly good riddance.” You scoffed “He doesn’t compare to you guys! You work so hard Vik, even when you were taking care of me!”

“I’d do it all again.” Viktor said. You sighed, finally relieved of your anger. You thanked him again for all he’s done and excused yourself to let him get back to work. Viktor waiting until you were out of the room to completely heave over the waste bin. It was filled with red stained petals.

How could he bring himself to tell you? Not now, not while you were free of this burden. He can wait it out, now that he was sure love dies.

#shitpost #shitposting #writing fanfics at 3am #cringe- #arcane #lol arcane #viktor #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor x you #short drabble #viktor the machine herald #viktor my beloved #hanahaki disease

[michidafantasy]

Marry Us - Astarion x Tav

tw: mentions of death, blood, gore

Tav is implied to be female in this drabble.

The group has been ambushed by a large goblin horde. Tav, believing this will be their last moment together, makes a confession.

The group had seen many battles in the months they traveled. Some were simple, some rather complicated. However, each time, they emerged victorious, just a bit more skilled for the next enemy encounter. Strategies and planning made them a strong group.

However, this fight was more complex than what they had thought. A swarm of goblins ambushing them as they made their way to Baldur's Gate. Worgs surrounded them, making escape an impossibility. Nothing like this was expected, and made for a major disadvantage.

And thus, the battle raged. All hands on deck, Lae'zel being cornered with Shadowheart while Gale and Wyll gave their all in casting, dealing major blows.

Even Halsin was roped into the fight, bear formation as he did his very best to knock each Worg down in his path.

Not too far off, Astarion and Tav were back to back taking the brunt of the damage.

Blood trickled down Tav's temple, her head spinning from the pain and bloodless. She probably shouldn't have let Astarion feed off of her, but it had become such a nightly ritual. She cursed herself as she slashed off Goblin arms that came their way.

Her eyes continuously darted back to her vampiric lover, anxiety pounding within her chest as arrows flew, stabbing him into the pale, exposed flesh.

"I didn't expect for us to end like this." she gasped amongst the battle cries and screams of pain

Ruby orbs flickered for near a moment before ripping the arrows away, "Talk like that makes me believe you think we're done for, Darling." he chuckled.

Hot, thick air pierced within their lungs as she was tripped up, crashing into his back and rolling down a nearby hill. Astarion's arms wrapped protectively around her. The smell of iron drove his senses wild as he realized how brutally they had been hit. Her blood coated his hands. It took everything within him not to panic when he saw how pale her face truly was.

Flashes of fire danced within his eyes, fear within hers.

"I can't die without telling you this.." she softly told him, cupping his cheek.

There he froze, "Don't you dare say your goodbyes...we're going to get out of this, my love.!"

She grabbed his hand tight, placing a soft kiss onto his cold lips. A mixture of fresh blood as well as mud coated what should have been a tender moment in the heat of it all.

Those eyes Astarion had come to love softened in a way that truly terrified him. He knew this look, a look of defeat and acceptance. A look he never in the hells wanted to see on that beautiful face.

She took a hasty breath, "It's been on my mind...I thought...I thought that we would be able to overcome everything and have a bright future..."

The roaring fired arrows from Karlach swooped by, only momentarily breaking Astarion's attention. The enemy was closing in fast and with them knocked down, the group was fighting harder.

But Tav continued her words as if it was the end, "I wanted to see....see a beautiful ceremony...you and I...all of our friends...I wanted to marry you...and possibly explore having our own children...but if this is how I go...with you by my side, then I'll fight to the last breath holding your hand."

His still heart, untamed and undead, seemed to flourish to life in a way he never knew. Such a confession like this wasn't something he ever thought he would hear. Sure, he and Tav were a thing. Sure, Karlach made so many jabs and jokes about when Astarion would pop the question. That was just that, he never assumed anything as perfect as that ideal life would come to him...to a monster. Someone who belonged to the Shadows.

But there it was, plain as day. The unfortunate thing was it had to be when his most treasured jewel thought they would never see it. A dream that could never come to fruition.

A new fire ignited within the pale elf's chest. His grip around her wrist tightened, eyes darkening. He searched desperately for the particular druid, landing his sights to the far north of the fight.

"Halsin!" he screamed as he picked Tav up, rushing through the swarm of Goblins with fury and haste. Slashes were made of each figure, limbs flying by in the wake.

"Kind of tied up at the moment!" The bear figure called out as he clawed down a line of Worgs.

"Halsin! Marry us!" he delcared.

That alone was enough to break everyone's concentration, even a few of the goblins themselves.

"Are you out of your mind!?" Halsin retorted, "Don't you see we're in a midst of a battle."

Tav's eyes widened in surprise, but her heart shot up, giving her a new sense of purpose as she lifted her blade and side by side cut down the group of enemies.

"Just do it, please!" She begged Halsin, locking eyes.

With a groan, he nodded. Each word, each vow being met with a stab or slash of the foe. A new form of ceremony, and dedication to one another.

As Halsin brought down the last of his statement, the final bit of Worgs came barreling, irritating him as he tried to speak before he entered into a rage, ripping apart the remaining beast before screaming.

"Just kiss already!"

In the moment, Astarion grabbed Tav by her waist, yanking her to him as close as he could before deeply, feverishly sealing their vow with a kiss.

The companions watched in bewilderment, mowing down the last of the Goblins. However, one particular Tiefling could not maintain her joy, shouting out to them.

"It's about damn time you did this! But why in the hells did you do it now!?

One flick of a flaming arrow sent a massive blast that sent the last of the Goblins airborne in many a different direction. But, the blast did make for quite the background as the two newly weds stared into each other's eyes. Husband and Wife. Their story would just begin.

#baldurs gate astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 #astarion bg3 #astarion fanfic #astarion ancunin

[fuckyeahizzyhands]

Con: I think the show deserves a season three whether I'm involved in it or not. It was always David's dream to make three seasons. I would be gutted for him if season three didn't happen. As far as Izzy being involved, that's entirely up to David Jenkins.

Screen Rant: I did some Googling, and I found articles. One of them was titled “Our Flag Means Death Season Two's Best Character Isn’t Who You Think”, and it was talking about Izzy. The other one was “Izzy Hands is the Real Star of Our Flag Means Death Season Two”. Those were both headlines I found. What was it like to find out what Izzy’s journey this season was going to be? It’s had such an impact on so many people.

Con O’Neill: David and I spoke about it quite a lot before we shot, about the redemptive qualities, and I was delighted that we didn't suddenly turn him into a saint overnight. I was delighted that the redemption was complicated and layered, and I don't feel that Izzy disappears in any of it. I think he's very much who he always was, but with slightly more of an open soul. I was so grateful to David and the writers for creating an arc that was playable rather than Hollywood-ized and too easy. It was challenging; it was a very, very lonely shoot for me. I found myself gravitating towards my own company most of the time, mainly because of the hours. And, because if I wasn’t shooting, I was learning to walk on that f***ing leg. If I wasn’t doing that, I was sword training, and if I wasn’t doing that, I was body training, and if I wasn’t doing that, I was recording a song in French. So, I was busy. Our group is a group of beautiful people, and we would meet every Sunday for lunch. Christine used to arrange that. I found myself initially quite hesitant to join that, because it felt like I had this weight on my shoulders, certainly for the first four episodes. I loved it as an actor. I found it really challenging as a man on his own in New Zealand, where it rains [a lot].

Screen Rant: I'm a music nerd, and kind of a musical theater nerd; my favorite episode of this is the one where you're singing in it. I love those sequences so much, your voice is insane, and it's such a good character moment. How did the decision to make that happen—singing, and specifically that song--come about? Did they write that for you because they knew you were a singer?

Con O’Neill: We’re all walking around backstage, telling jokes, playing music, and singing; that’s just what happens when you shoot a show. David called me up while I was in Wellington. I was in Wellington for a week shooting something else. He called me up and he asked me if I knew “La vie en rose”; I knew it, vaguely, but I don't speak French at all. Then, he mentioned that they wanted to do it in an episode. So, I learned the English version, Dean Martin’s version, and then they asked me if I could learn the French version. I don't speak a word of French, not a word, but my partner does, and I had a friend who just played Edith Piaf piano—Jenna (Russell)--and between the two of them, they taught me the French version of the song. If somebody had asked me prior to this, “What song would Izzy sing?” “La vie en rose” would never have entered my head. And now, there's no other song that fits. That's the genius of David. David's very clever with music. We know that--we’ve all experienced how clever he is—but to pick that song for him, at that point in his life? Yeah. F***ing hell. That was genius.

Screen Rant: Your character died this season. How far in advance did you know that, and did that affect how you approached or thought about the season?

Con O’Neill: No. I mean, to be honest, I felt it was going that way. I've been around a long time, and when a character starts this kind of arc, especially in something as interesting as our show is… When David took me out for dinner, I kind of thought this was where it was going, and, partly, I was relieved. I'm not an actor who likes to just repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat. And, I knew that Ed and Stede were going to end up together at the end of this season, so Izzy, as he stands, wouldn't make any sense to still be there. So, it was a relief that the decision was being made. I was a bit upset because I love playing him, but leave them wanting more, you know? I will be eternally grateful for what they gave me; how they played him out in the show. The beautiful speech they gave me, the opportunity to do “La vie en rose”, and the opportunity to die in Taika’s arms and to be able to honor that relationship… I couldn't have asked for a better play-off, really.

Screen Rant: This season did introduce, with the Gravy Basket, the potential for someone who has passed on to return. If there was a season three, do you think your character would have anything else to impart on Stede or Blackbeard in a similar scenario?

Con O’Neill: You’d have to ask David Jenkins. I don't know where David wants to take it, and I wouldn't preempt that with me making up stories for Izzy in a flashback or ghostie Izzy, or whatever. I have no idea where David wants season three to go. I think the show deserves a season three whether I'm involved in it or not. It was always David's dream to make three seasons. I would be gutted for him if season three didn't happen. As far as Izzy being involved, that's entirely up to David Jenkins.

Screen Rant: So much of this season and Izzy’s journey is his relationship with Edward and his love for Edward, and so much of the conflict is about how much Edward is changing. Did you have an understanding of what version of Blackbeard, or Edward, that Izzy was looking for, and wanting to be around?

Con O’Neill: That’s a great f***ing question. Between season one and season two, in the interim, Izzy experiences a broken Blackbeard, and a Blackbeard that's never going to go back to what he was, because he's heartbroken. Everyone who's been heartbroken knows that you never go back to who [you] were. He just wants to fix Blackbeard. That's why he takes his life in his hands by confronting Blackbeard; he just wants Blackbeard to be fixed, to find his soul again, [and] to find his heart again. Whether he's involved in that is not relevant. What's relevant is, he loves Blackbeard so much that he wants him to find himself again. So, it's never Izzy’s version of Blackbeard that Izzy’s looking for. He's looking for Blackbeard to find himself again, and that's only through Stede.

Screen Rant: I was looking up the real-life Izzy Hands, who testified against allies to get a pardon and supposedly died a beggar in the streets of London years later. Would you have been interested in that, dramatically, if that was how his story ended on the show?

Con O’Neill: No, that's not our show. We're not historically [accurate to] those times. If we were, they wouldn’t have cast a guy who is 50 to play a 16-year-old pirate. I don't know. I'd love to be able to tell you what area that season three, if it ever happens, would go, but I literally have no idea. I don't think we're going to go down the historical route. I’d be very surprised if we do that.

Screen Rant: I don’t know if you’ll have an answer for me, but I saw that you initially auditioned for a different role. I love Taika so much; I feel like you would have also made a great Blackbeard. Is that who you were going for, initially?

Con O’Neill: Absolutely not, but thank you for saying that. I don’t see anyone else as Blackbeard but Taika. When Taika was announced, I knew what our show was. But no, it wasn’t Blackbeard. And no, I’m not going to tell you.

Screen Rant: Okay. Perfect. Well, clearly it all worked out for the best. I mean, you're incredible, and the whole cast is so perfect in their roles. It's been a pleasure to watch you and… yeah, congrats on the show.

Con O’Neill: Thank you so much.

#our flag means death spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd #con o'neill #izzy #izzy hands #con interview #interview #season 3 #video transcript #david jenkins #screenrant #Youtube

[sweetcloverheart]

Clover Rants Miraculously - Divisive Derision

Derision finally dropped, so now I can go ahead and complain (spoiler warning for those who haven’t watched the episode)

So, for a long time, the reveal of the Chloe induced “Date Trauma event” for Marinette in “Derision” that apparently is what causes her tongue tying around Adrien bothered me for a while - and not in the "Ugh, more ‘Please hate Chloe’ nonsense” sort of way, but in a “This is upsetting me a similar way the Marinette-Chloe-Audrey scene in “Style Queen” (not the “telling a child to keep pleasing their abusive parent” stuff, but the other part) did, but I can’t pinpoint why.” sort of way that sort of stuck in my head for a good while as I struggled to figure it out

And then I realized the issue - it was creating the same problem of involving a character in an issue that didn’t need them there.

Yeah, Chloe would 100% have done that prank (and be completely unapologetic about it too), but it didn’t need to happen because this should be about Marinette and her issues only. Why is an episode that’s supposed to be about why Marinette seems to have trouble telling her boyfriend she loves him involving her bully (who has been such a huge non-factor since the start of the new season and hasn’t even been involved in any attempts to wreck the relationship so far) when there are so many other currently involved and active recent events and parties (like Gabemoth) that could be used to trigger and facilitate the plot. There were 9999 different ways you could have lead up to and explained Marinette’s “dating trauma” without Chloe being the centerpiece of it - like say she’s constantly panicking about confessing to Adrien because Marinette’s overly shy and hasn’t gotten over that, or because Marinette hasn’t gotten over her celebrity worship of Adrien, or that Marinette’s still upset over Chat’s rejection, or because the last time she had a boyfriend and tried to say she loved him he got Akumatized, or because the infinite amount of failed schemes by her and the girl squad have made her develop a Pavlovian response to clam up in front of Adrien when she tries to tell him how she feels and “move on to the next level”, or because Gabriel threatened her in an attempt to end the relationship with the bonus of getting her akumatized (“Chat Blanc” parallels? More likely than you think!). And if it has to be a cut-and-pasted event, then maybe make it where Marinette once liked a guy but he rejected her in front of the class and she was super embarrassed over it, or someone (Who isn’t Chloe - like seriously, she can’t be the only awful kid in Francois Dupont, especially with how the teachers handle disputes? Come on Thomas, let the other bullies have their chance to shine!) tricked her into thinking a guy liked her when he didn’t and embarrassed her in front of everyone, or that a guy she liked led her on as a joke and it hurt her a lot, or maybe even that Marinette being bullied made a guy reject her because he didn’t want to be bullied too and that making her hesitant to actually pursue someone she like. Literally, you have so many options that are 100% Chloe-free so that we can focus on Marinette, her character, and the Adrienette relationship growth and not retread old ground with another “Chloe makes Marinette miserable because she’s evil and sucks” scene. The whole “Box of spiders and paint on the chair” thing just making what should be a simple story of why Marinette cannot spit it out more drastically complicated (and frankly, a bit overdramatic) than it should be.

“But Clover!” I hear you say “If Chloe isn’t involved, how will she and Adrien end their friendship? The whole point of the prank and what it did to Marinette is to make Adrien realize Chloe is evil and bad!”

Same solution - have Adrien end it for an active recent event as opposed to something that happened a year before (And you know, not make him look like such an awful dude that it took a prank that happened way before his transfer (that happens to be keeping him from smooching Marinette) to break from Chloe instead of *gestures vaguely to seasons 1 and 3-4*). Make him end things because Chloe tried to ruin a date between him and Marinette, or because Gabriel bribes/requests her to try and break them up and he finds out, or because he learns about her and Lila becoming friends and her helping out with the other girl’s lies, or because he’s finally taking notice of her bullying and how it’s hurting everyone else, or because he finds out what she tried to do in “Gabriel Agreste” and after she does something else mean/cruel realizes the girl who used to play with him and helped him finally attend school has long since died.

Or just not do it/put it off for a later date and have her not involved in the episode at all. Adrien already ignored the crappy stuff she does, so it wouldn’t be that different from usual - heck, you can use this time to build up to the friendship dissolution by having Adrien actually take note of Chloe’s behavior and how she treats Marinette

“...Okay, but what about Kim? How does he get Akumatized and allow us to salt on him if the prank doesn’t exist?”

Even easier - used the prank plot on him and Ondine. Kim tries to play a funny joke on her, she freaks out unexpectedly, Kim feels like a jerk and bad boyfriend - and then BOOM, Akuma time! Then afterwards she can explain that a person who used to bully her did a similar prank and that’s why she freaked out. The two of them kiss and make up, Adrien’s left to wonder about how Ondine’s old bully and Chloe seem really similar, Marinette swears to keep working on overcoming her fears to be a better girlfriend to Adrien. Roll credits! (Or again, if we have to use the OG scenario, use a different character for the flashback as Chloe’s assistant pranker! MLB’s no stranger to pilling on with new cast members - actually, weren’t there, like, two kids shown in one of the old class photos from “Refleckta” who aren’t part of the current one anyone? why not bring them back as Chloe’s old lackies or something)

#Clover Rants Miraculously #ML Salt

[captain-lessship]

The Cobains Pt. 1

A/n: Here’s a fun water drinking game (We all need to stay hydrated) take a sip every time I use the word ‘soft’ in this.

You had the life of your dreams. 

You were simply finishing up the dishes when you heard a familiar thud. Your cat, Turnip, popped his head out From around the corner of the kitchen doorway.

“Is it who we think it is?” You asked the animal you treated like your own kid. The door rattled like someone was unlocking it, “I think it is!”  

You quickly dried your hands off and picked Turnip up, holding him as if he were a swaddled baby. Just as you left the kitchen and went into the hallway just as he walked in.

A smile came to your face. It was Kurt. He’d been away for a tour and was fun back. 

“Hey honey!” He called, not realizing you were standing right there. When he looked up and saw you; all exhaustion left him.

He loved you. All of you. Your smile, your eyes, your mannerisms and your heart. You were a good person who made other people strive to be better. 

When you two first met, he was drawn to you. 

It was at an album party for Nirvana and you tagged along with your friends who were part of the production team and because you offered to help clean up after, which was a complicated endeavor. Especially after someone threw ranch in a food fight. 

He was stealing glances at you, trying to figure out if he knew you. Being a shy person at heart, he didn’t want to come up to you immediately. But Dave, who he was holding a conversation with, noticed.

“Ya know, if she catches you staring at her, she’ll think you’re a of creep.” He said, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, it is kinda weird.” His attention went fully back to Dave, continuing with his conversation. 

Then a tap on his shoulder broke his attention again, he looked to see you. 

“Hi! I just noticed you were looking at me and like, I do that too, I don’t think I know you personally but you seem nice.” 

“Uh, yeah I don’t think we know each other but we could get to know each other?” He said, a smile coming to his face.

Dave just smiled and rolled his eyes as he walked away and left the two of you.

You loved him. All of him. His oceanic blue eyes, his calm demeanor and his gentle voice. He was a calming presence, instantly melting your worries away with a single step into your vicinity. He eased your heart.

You had a habit of taking on too much. A certain instance came to mind: it had been a few months into your relationship and Kurt had stayed over and fell asleep on the couch, which you took as a opportunity to do some of the stuff you had overburdened yourself with:

Help your friend move, been bribed into a different shift and we’re going to night classes at a college you worked hard to get into. 

You were exhausted as you were sitting on table, surrounded by papers. You didn’t hear Kurt get up from the couch and walk to the kitchen.

“Uhh, what’re you doing?” He asked, confused and half asleep.

“Wishing I had a clone.” 

He simply walked to the kitchen table and looked at the papers, “Well, do you want some help? I am not a clone but I can read and have hands.” He joked, doing jazz hands. 

A bright smile came to your face, “Hi!” You exclaimed, “Look who also came to say hi!” You held Turnip out to him.

“Hey buddy,” He took the cat from you, “Aren’t you in a lovey mood?” 

“Where’s your stuff? I probably need to do two loads of laundry cause there’s my clothes too.” 

He softly smiled, “You haven’t even given me a kiss and you’re trying to escape to the laundry room?” He joked.

You rolled your eyes as you walked up to him and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I guess it’s in the car.” 

Kurt gently put Turnip down, “Yeah, I will go get my stuff in a bit. Can we just, ya know, relax for a while?” 

Just one look at his tired eye and you knew what he wanted to do. You smiled as you took his hand and walked him through the house to the  back porch where there was a bench swing. You sat  on the far right side and he promptly laid down, resting his head on your thigh.

You carded your fingers through his hair, slightly twirling parts of it. The swing gently swung, almost putting the extremely overworked man to sleep.

“I love you, honey.”

“I love you too.” You said, gently closing your own eyes. 

“You know, this is the life.”

“Hm?” 

He lifted himself up to look at you, “Sitting on the porch with a beautiful woman, just existing.” 

You took this as an opportunity to scoot closer to his side and lay your head on his shoulder. “There’s only one thing that’s make it better.”

“What?”

“Ocean waves.”

He laughed, which you felt like a low rumble, “You’re still in Hawaii, aren’t you?”

“It was the best vacation ever.” You justified.

“We had to leave your precious baby alone.” He joked.

“People hire babysitters for their kids, why can’t we hire one for our precious Turnip Von Cobanius?” 

“Because he isn’t our kid.”

You feigned an offended gasp, “Kurt! How dare you denounce your son?”

“No son of mine is going to be forced to wear bow ties by his mom.” 

“It was for Christmas.” You said, “And he looked precious.”

“God, I’d hate to see what’d you dress up an actual baby in.”

You paused, “Kurt. You’ve been talking about a baby an awful lot.” 

He looked at you, “Oh, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just figured that, well, since you never said you didn’t want one, we could maybe talk about it but if you don’t want to, we don’t have to.” 

You thought. You had always wanted a kid in your life and there was no one else you rather have one with. “Are we ready for one? That’s the real question.” 

There was a lot of logic in that thought. Unless you weee both at the peak of readiness, you rather not bring a child into the world.

“Financially? Yeah. Health wise? Sort of, I’d have to stop smoking or smoke less and we’d just have to take care of ourselves a little bit better.”

You had given up smoking due to the stains it was making on your fingers and having developed chronic sinus issues. “I think we’d be good parents.”

“Yeah,” he was deep in thought, “I think I want a kid.” 

“Boy or girl?” You asked. 

“Girl.”

“What’d we name her?”

“I don’t know, definitely not something like Elizabeth or Sara.”

“I like Elizabeth though.”

He scoffed, “It’s too basic.” 

“That’s what makes it beautiful.” You said, looking at the distant clouds. “It is a boy, I want to name him Peter Vincent.”

He scowled and then began repeating it for a moment, then the realization hit him, “No. No matter how much I love you,” you sat up and looked him in the eye, which he promptly yet gently held you by the face, “Our child is not having the same initials as a type of pipe.” 

A fit of laughter spring from you, “Come on! It’d be great.” You pulled your face from his hands, opting to hold one instead. 

“It’s a no. And we reserve the rights to veto names that we absolutely despise.”

“Alright Mr. Cobain,” you huffed, “What would you name your son?”

He thought, “Well, Mrs. Cobain, I would name him Erin. E-R-I-N.”

“Middle name?”

“Daniel.”

You thought, “I like Erin but not Daniel.”

“Erin Vincent.”

“I was kidding about the Vincent thing, darling.” You thought, “What about Graham?”

“Erin Graham? Wait wait, now hear me out,” he seemed as if he had a genius idea, “We do that thing where we wait a few weeks after and let their personalities show, then we pick a name based on that.”

You rolled your eyes, a amuse smile on your face , “Sure, our weeks old baby is already going to have his or her personality planned out.”

“Its a good idea and you know it.” 

It was later that night as you watched Kurt in the reflection in the mirror. You knew the man was close to tumbling over with how sleepy he stumbled around.

“Kurt, come to bed already.” You said, try to entrance and coerce him to your shared bed. 

He looked your way, “Coming, Honey. I just need to wash my hands and turn the light off.”

Ever so truthful, after he did that, you felt the weight of him fall into the bed. The heavy sigh he let out let you know exactly how tired your poor lover was. You rolled over, a soft smile on your face.  You gently moved your hand up and down his back, rubbing it. 

He let out soft, happy sighs at this, “Thank you, baby.” He whispered.

“Mhm, you’d do it for me.” You acknowledged. 

“Might put me to sleep.”

“That’s the point, darling.” You whispered, not what to disrupt the growing lull you were putting him in. 

Soft snores eased your worry of disrupting his trance.

#kurt cobain #kurt cobain x reader #female reader #x fem!reader #romance #domestic life #reader #nobody asked for this #fanfic #fanfic writing #Talks of children #Child planning #married couple #fluff writing #tooth rotting fluff #part one

[thousand-winters]

Gonna send two more asks actually. 5 and 6 for the toh thing

5. Favorite platonic relationship?

Okay, I'm gonna have two different answers for this.

You know Dadrius has my heart and soul. Literally over here thinking and discussing Darius and Hunter's dynamic every single day of my life for more than a year already. There's just a lot with them, the problem is that while they do have a lot, it's mostly implied, and we absolutely can deduce some things, theorize others, and run absolutely wild with parallels, symbolism and this and that, but truth is we didn't see too much of them actually onscreen. So they're my favorite platonic relationship that didn't get too much time to develop in front of the audience even if it's very well implied they did.

Special mention to Darius and Eberwolf for the same reasons, lots implied, not much onscreen because we did not have the time.

Now, for the ones we actually had time on the show for...

I think the reasonable thing would be to say the Owl Trio, and while I do love them dearly, I honestly don't tend to seek out art or such with them? I think I'm gonna have to say Lilith and Eda.

I'm just... once again, I don't really talk a lot about Lilith despite how much I love her, but she's there. She's being microwaved in my head. She's rotating. She's under my microscope. She's everything to me.

That, coupled with the fact that you put a complicated siblings relationship in media and you got me, makes it so Eda and Lilith are just fascinating to me. Yeah, perhaps the transition from them being technically enemies to allies and friends again was a little clumsy, but honestly? That sort of feels right when it comes to, again, complicated relationships with siblings.

Honestly, part of why they interested me so much in the first place is because there are aspects of Lilith I see myself in, a LOT. And Eda, well, sort of reminds me of my sister. My sister even pointed it out while we watched. It's a whole thing. We are not talking about it /lh

It's just... gods, so damn interesting, especially when you consider Lilith's side of things, there's so much love and jealousy and resentment and guilt toward Eda, it's such a mess that comes out in the worst and in the best of ways. Because she has all the information on why things happened like they did, her point of view during their relationship especially in season 1 has so many layers, while for Eda it might feel a little puzzling but there's so much about why Lilith acts like she does that she just doesn't understand. So much miscommunication, so much love, so much vitriol at the same time.

They're SO good. Their little scene in King's Tide with them holding hands with their foreheads touched together, Lilith worried sick for Eda and Eda trying to joke to lighten the mood kills me every time.

6. A character you didn't expect to love? What made you start liking them?

The Collector too, actually.

I think for the Collector there's a lot of "well, in hindsight...", because they did seem far more vicious and dangerous than they actually were in that one memory in Hollow Mind, plus they seem somewhat nonchalant in King's Tide as well.

But For the Future truly opens up that perspective, it took me a while to warm up to them even so but I think in retrospective, the way they behaved makes so much sense for the fact that... he's just a kid. A kid trying to act how he has seen adults around him act, a kid that sees someone they want to know and be friends with so badly and the circumstances are SO bad but he's a kid!!! And to a certain point he doesn't get it.

He's just a kid...

I love the Collector so much now. You can tell they were also feeling all the guilt in the world during Watching and Dreaming with that one "you can at least do this" while Belos' curse was all over him and extending over his body, like... baby, no... 😭

4. Favorite romantic relationship?

This was always here, shhhh.

Ultimately I don't think too much about the couples of the show, even though they're in general so good, but I think it's definitely Lumity for me.

In part because of the impact they had, because inevitably, if someone sort of knows about TOH but doesn't really, they sure know about Lumity. But that's more of a general answer rather than a personal one so.

I just think they're so sweet, and so well done. I truly was not expecting their relationship to actually end up being a romantic one when I was watching Season 1, but I'm so glad it did. I think they did such a good job in writing them going from sort of frenemies to friends, to Amity crushing on Luz, to the crush being mutual and them pining for one another, to the nervous first steps of dating to the point we end up seeing them in, just comfortable and loving each other just as much.

There's a lot of relationships in media that become a thing just right at the end so we don't see them develop like that and I love that they got that, I love how real it is for them to have the nervous stages even while already girlfriends and to see how time made them be more natural and comfortable with each other, because of course that happens! And Luz in Thanks to Them was keeping secrets, of course, but even then you could see they were already comfortable, not so much sweating profusely every time they saw each other or anything, it started being just tender and intimate and sweet.

Lumity is just so damn good. I love Raeda and I love them too for being people in their 40s being such messes in love, they're special in a different way but I like Lumity just a little bit more.

From this ask game!

#the owl house #toh #ask games

[apphiarothowrites]

I’m back again bitch! Time travel time!

“Ace, he’s married.”

Three words but they knock the wind right out of his sails. Izou gives a sympathetic smile and rubs his shoulder. Aces vision starts to blur and he furiously wipes at his eyes, of course, why did he even think…

“Oh honey.” Soft hands and a yukata that smells of sandalwood embrace him, holding him tight as he bawls like a baby. Over someone who had never been his in the first place.

It’s rough for the first bit and it had taken a lot of gentle bullying, long nights of sleeplessness and more than one crying session for Ace to not exactly stop being in love but at the very least accepting the love was one sided.

And of course marco had eventually found out, which had lead to Ace trying to throw himself off the ship multiple times until the older man had cornered him in his cabin. He had ignored all of aces pleas on ‘forget about it’ and ‘really I’m ok it’s just a crush’ and ‘I will go through the window! Don’t think I won’t!’

And he had just hugged him. It was weirdly un awkward for how awkward it should be, the hug was warm and full of love. (Just not that kind of love) and is of not to leave anything to chance marco told him directly “I love you” and kissed his forehead. And for once Ace didn’t doubt the man’s words.

Time went on, things got better. Sometimes ace did catch himself looking a little too longingly but kept those moments to himself. Things for the most part settled down.

Then Marco got a letter, everyone knew he got a letter because a crow had flown right into the mess hall and planted it on his head. It did not help that Marcos entire face had lit up at the sight and he immediately ran from the mess clutching the letter like a maiden getting post from her solider.

Marcos husband was coming to visit.

Marcos husband was coming to visit.

Oh no

Ace wasn’t exactly scared, marco knew about his crush and was fine with it. So there’s no reason that his husband would be all in a tiff right? And his husband seemed like a decent guy from what he could hear, lover of bad jokes, would do anything for marco. Kind of an idiot.

But then again thatch jokes all the time about his jealous husband, often sitting himself in Marco’s lap before going ‘don’t tell your husband, he’ll set something on fire again.’

So ace wasn’t worried but maybe concerned and Jesus when was this guy gonna get here?

A week before Marcos birthday, a loud cheer erupted from deck and pulled ace from a groggy slumber. He emerged on deck, still in his boxers because fuck proprietary he was up till 4am on watch. Just in time to see marco swept off his feet and into a very deep kiss by a tall handsome man.

Ace blinked and then the man was in front of him holding out his hand “names russett!” He laughed “but just call me Russ.”

Ace stared at him, Russ was tall maybe an inch shorter than Marco. Scruffy beard. Dark red wavy hair that piled up into a messy knot on his head. Gold glinting from his ears. An open floral shirt hinted at some sort of scarring on his chest.

“Ace.”

Russ’s face did a complicated thing before his eyes softened and he took the younger man’s hand “nice to meet you Ace.”

3 months later Ace dies on the battlefield in his brothers arms.

The last thing he thinks about is Russ and the night he asked if his hopeless crush would ever go away.

Grey eyes had turned pensive. “You’ll love him even after death.”

Ace dies

Minutes later he opens his eyes back up to see marco checking him over for injuries. “We pulled you out of the water, how the fuck did you get burns of all things?”

Ace mumbles a non response because why does marco look so young? And where is the fight? Unfortunately blue flames light up around his torso (fuck akainu) and darkness claims ace once more.

It takes him a couple waking and subsequent fainting sessions to figure it out.

White beard looking far healthier than ace had ever seen him asks his name.

Ace gives his best roguish grin “Russett, but you can call me Russ.”

Additional notes

- Ace stares at Marco, he remembered the man mentioned having a “promiscuous youth.” But goddam, he nearly walked into a pole when he spotted the gold bars on the others chest. Not to mention the hair, which he had only known as close cropped and shaved. Now it seems to be in a different style and length every week. (Later Marco discloses that his hair grows incredibly fast and the short cut was simply most efficient) but for now Ace watches a ponytail sway with sash covered hips.

- the scars are still there, the ones he got in his first life. Especially the one on his chest. Luckily or maybe unluckily the scarring on his back has taken out any trace of his previous tattoo.

- he meets Roger, he remembers this remembers Russ telling him a bout the father he only got to meet “after it was too late” and realizing that his father maybe wasn’t all that awful. And Roger really isn’t that awful, the way he acts around the two cabin boys… Roger would’ve been a really good dad..

- he meets rouge who is nothing like he expected at all, loud, obnoxious. With a wicked smile. She is a lot like luffy honestly. She sees his freckles and immediately claims him as a long lost cousin

- he also meets dragon?!? Who should not be considered the most dangerous man in the world. Ace has to stifle a laugh as a mere child started cussing him out in rapid northern before hauling him away by the cloak.

(He sees dragon again once more, this time smiling dancing with a handsome woman who seems endeared and exasperated by the man’s antics)

- Russ has no devil fruit, but somehow he is very good at setting stuff on fire

- ace/russ becomes a wanderer, home base sphinx. He is mostly like a cat that does what he wants.

Marco is 22 Ace is 20,

On Marcos 23 he gets a coaster to add to his collection

24 he gets a letter and a kiss

25 he gets ace in his bed holding a strategically coaster (that covers nothing at all)

26 he gets a ring

- shanks hates Russ (not really) but he jealous that marco married another red head over him

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I did toy with the idea of Russ deciding to adopt the asl in second rendition, but this is already so long. So you decide

I also toyed with this being Marcora but.. I wanted Marace to grow old together so no sexy clowns

Russ defo checks in on Dawn Island. He realizes exactly what's going on, but even so he's selfish. A closed loop this may be, but that doesn't mean he can't tweak what he can.

I'm so in love with this concept. This might get written. It's going in the idea doc

#ar answers #good shit from raccooon again

[jadespadegames]

My ★★½ review of Napoleon on Letterboxd https://boxd.it/5pDz3x

"YOU THINK YOU ARE SO GREAT BECAUSE YOU HAVE BOATS!!!"

-Napoleon Bonaparte (apparently)

The fundamental problem with this film can be summed up by the ending text which describes how Napoleon fought in 61 battles and lists out the few battles that were seen in the movie. Beside these names are, of all things, the number of casualties of each battle. It then says that in total, 3 million people died in his battles.

I'm not sure why that's the final takeaway Scott wanted us to have about Napoleon. The man was certainly flawed and ended up losing his power, but there is no denying that he was a military genius so charismatic and cunning that he swiftly rose from general to emperor. If you knew nothing about him before watching this movie, you would never know that he won almost 90% of his battles despite being outnumbered in many of them. Instead, we only see about 5 of these battles, 2 of which he loses and the others being strangely insignificant. During the battle of Waterloo, the British commander even points out that Napoleon is sleeping. Is this movie all just one big joke?

We see none of his military prowess or political acumen and instead have to watch him behave like a pathetic, petulant child desperate for power and his wife Josephine. While I believe there could be a good movie centered around Napoleon and Josephine, this was certainly not one. Despite their complicated relationship being the emotional crux of the film, it was absolutely cringeworthy and painful to watch and I was not invested in either of them. Part of that cringe was intentional, but I feel like that only makes it worse. It boggles my mind that Scott thought it was more important to depict Napoleon whining and stomping his feet because his wife wouldn't have sex with him NOW than his true military accomplishments or any of the major reforms he made to France as emperor.

This is an absolute joke of a Napoleon film that is so inaccurate and insulting to its subject that I can't even call it a biopic in good faith. I truly believe it was only made to tear down his image, and while I am all for depicting the flaws of historical figures, this was done insincerely here. Worst of all, it's not even entertaining to watch—the few battles were underwhelming and it felt like the film was mostly just dragging us through scene after scene with little connection in-between. I barely got by with the little knowledge of French history I had, I cannot imagine comprehending this film without any. Things just happen on-screen with little emphasis on their significance. It also does a bad job of depicting the passage of time, and sometimes I only realized years had passed between scenes because of a line or two of dialogue. Perhaps this is because of the hours of content that were cut out for the theatrical release, but the fundamental issues with this film make me believe that the director's cut will not be much better.

Do not watch this if you want a film that actually depicts Napoleon and his life. Watch this if you want to see a film that's "so bad it's funny" though the funny parts are few and the rest is just cringeworthy.

(I also have to point out how lazy and mismatched the soundtrack felt. Twice they used the iconic piano song "Dawn" that was ripped straight from the 2005 Pride and Prejudice film of all things. Having had to watch that movie countless times growing up because my older sister loved it to pieces, I instantly recognized the song and it took me out of the movie each time. That song is far too iconic and inherently linked with P&P and I'm not sure why the composer chose to use such a gentle, romantic tune for scenes with Napoleon and Josephine when their toxic relationship was nothing like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy's. It just left me feeling like I could be watching a better film that actually makes me feel invested in their central pair.)

#jade speaks #jade reviews #? #yeah i have a letterboxd lol #don't review much cuz I'm too lazy but today's movie... my god #napoleon 2023

[vacantgodling]

a rushed blurb about lath and ensio bc i’m not normal about them

soulmates

wip: the chronicles of lathsbury (tcol) ; lore & history

character(s): lath guardian of valor, ensio sword of valor, and arian bloom guardian of love (*also as an aside you’ll notice deity names aren’t in all caps bc in history writings among “equal” parties they don’t get the caps treatment)

summary: arian asks a simple question, and the answer is as easy as breathing air

tw(s): references to past death but not in detail, spoilers also kinda

When Lath met the Guardian of Love in person, he had no weapon attached to his side to speak of. His pale pink and grey wings were much smaller than his; let alone the giant wingspan of Immorida who was always off doing her own thing. Lath had been occupied these past few hundred years; between entertaining Ylene and assisting Yutara, to running His Lady’s errands in hunting down wherever Mizdarr had run off to… he had to say he wasn’t even surprised to learn there was a deity of love that he simply hadn’t met yet.

When he told the Guardian of Love this—Arian, that was his name—he laughed gently but not unkindly.

They’d been spending time together for the past several weeks when this particular question came up; days blending together as they usually did when Lath got into a particular groove. Arian was a nice companion. He was unobtrusive and his aura had a melody about it, making more sense when he explained how he was formerly a bard. When Lath asked him about his own weapon, Arian only smiled forlornly.

“It’s not her time to come to me yet.”

Lath didn’t quite know what he meant by that, so he did what he did best, he didn’t ask. However, the Guardian of Love was quite perceptive, to ask him about Ensio when Lath hadn’t even brought him up yet.

“What is Ensio to you?”

Lath stared at him, unblinking, as was his habit.

Arian didn’t retract his statement. Lath looked down at the sword on his side.

In all the years together, he wasn’t sure if he and Ensio ever defined what they were to each other.

Friends, of course, the best of friends. Brothers—Ensio’s family did help raise him after his parents died after all. Comrades; they became scouts together and served the little king Mitica with everything they had. Was there more? Well, love, in all manner of speaking. They hadn’t had time to explore anything beyond the bounds of their friendship but despite Ensio’s jokes and flirting, he never strayed too far from Lath wherever they went. Lath never bothered.

It was too complicated to think about. It’s why he hadn’t these past thousand or some odd years.

“It would be better to ask him.” Lath finally said after a long moment. “I have never been verbose.”

“You aren’t.” Ensio had become better at shifting these past few hundred years. Before it took he and Lath a lot of magic and a lot of prompting to get the transformation to work, but now it was practically seamless. The magic left his mouth in a barely whispered voicing of Ensio’s name, and a hiss of golden smoke that passed his lips.

As it was, Ensio slung an arm over Lath’s shoulder and leaned in, studying Arian curiously. “Oh, we haven’t met before. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Still attached to Lath, Ensio stuck his hand out and Arian took it gently. It was still novel to Lath to see how Ensio was flesh and blood, and it would probably always be.

“Pleased to meet you as well.” Arian said with a serene smile. “Though Lath failed to mention how handsome you are.”

“Well now!” Ensio jostled Lath’s side. “I like him already.”

“Don’t let it go to your head.” Lath said evenly. “Your beard is still awful.”

“And when’s the last time you blinked this week, owlet?” Lath thought a moment. “If you have to think then that’s the issue!” Lath couldn’t help but laugh. It was probably the first time he did around Arian.

“I hate to interrupt.” Arian said. “But I did have a question that Lath said you might be better to get an answer from.”

“And what’s that?” Ensio asked.

“What are the two of you to each other? I should explain,” Arian said before Ensio could speak. “Though I have not met her yet, I heard that Immordia’s weapon is her child.”

“And you do not have a weapon.” Ensio observed, glancing Arian up and down. “Not yet.” Arian said cheerfully. “It’s not time yet. But I will, I believe.”

“How did you become a Guardian?” Ensio couldn’t help but ask but Lath elbowed him. It was still too recent he thought, to go asking him how he died. Lath didn’t even ask Immordia, she simply told him one day out of the blue. However, Arian didn’t seem bothered.

“I was killed.”

“By beasts?”

“En.” Lath chided. Arian shook his head. “No,” His voice became softer. “I suppose you’d call it a mob.” Lath’s wide eyes widened, if they could. Ensio looked outraged. “Other Terraneans?” He asked in shock. Arian smiled, but Lath could tell it was forced. “You don’t have to answer him.” Lath said quickly. “In fact, you haven’t even answered his question.” Lath looked at Ensio pointedly. Ensio scoffed. “I’m surprised you didn’t just tell him.”

“What we are? I don’t think we ever said.”

“We did.” Ensio said, but he didn’t seem upset for Lath’s lack of memory. “It was when we were small. Seven, if my memory serves?”

“We’re too old for you to be remembering things like that.” Lath said but it was mild. Ensio rolled his eyes. “This is why I told you you’d never find a partner. It’s the little things that are important.”

“That’s why I have you to remember.” And oh. Lath said it so easily, so nonchalantly and as an easy reply to their verbal dance that he almost wouldn’t have registered the meaning of what he said if Ensio hadn’t caught his gaze. No matter what, Ensio was there. It didn’t have any other name.

Arian however, seemed to understand well enough, if his private smile as he watched the two of them bicker said anything. Perhaps he ought to leave them to it. It wouldn’t do to get between soulmates, would it?

#s: tcol #ren writing

[aloneinthehellfire]

for the rh readers version, I was wondering if you could write in a Christmas chapter? I know technically we did get one at the end of rh1 but I’d love to see it at the end of rh2, something where they aren’t necessarily thinking about danger and reader spends time with her sister, that sort of thing

no worries if not, i just absolutely love this story and all the characters are so special to me now you’ve written such a beautiful thing. Anyways, merry Christmas if you celebrate it!

thank you for asking me to write this, these characters deserved sweetness in their life <3

and im fully aware of me being super late with this but I took some time off to relax for the holidays :)

RAINING HELLFIRE [READER’S VERSION]

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: small mention of a scar, uh… steve? is steve a warning?

Set in the Christmas after RH2: Chapter 13: Happy Endings…

Find all Raining Hellfire works here <3

Summary: After all the horror from Halloween, the close calls and the nightmares, Y/n deserved a day with her friends that didn’t involve chasing after theories or running from monsters.

[A/N:I hope everyone had a happy new year! I know for a fact this time of year can be emotional, some of us unable to share it with people we love or having to share it with complicated familial relationships, no one is alone. I hope this little lost chapter will bring some joy to everyone. Spoilers: it’s adorable. Extra spoilers: it’s terrible writing.]

RH2: A SILENT NIGHT WOULDN’T FEEL RIGHT

A soft melody of the radio downstairs carried its way to you, singing faint Christmas tunes in your ear.

It was Christmas Eve night and you were sitting in your room, ripping off some tape to secure the last gift. Technically you had finished wrapping your presents days ago, but Jack had spotted something at the radio shack he thought Steve might like. It was sweet of him to think of your best friend.

You and Jack had spent the day driving around Hawkins, deciding upon a tradition of viewing the Christmas lights. It was the first year you had done it, and Jack was adamant that it wouldn’t be the last.

With a sigh, you lean back against your bed and survey your work, checking the paper hadn’t ripped in your haste to be finished before the plans you had made arrived. But your eyes caught something else.

A small box was currently sitting atop your bookshelf in the corner, almost haunting the shelf it resides. It was too far to read the label, but it wasn’t as if you had forgotten who it was for.

This whole year had thrown a bunch of twists and turns you hadn’t anticipated, one of those being the breakup that shattered two hearts. And, as a result, you now had a premature gift all wrapped up neatly with no one to give it to. Because it wasn’t meant for anyone else.

Maybe one day, you think as you imagine that little guitar pick necklace.

The ring of the doorbell shattered your bittersweet haze and you checked the clock, immediately suppressing a grin. Finally.

You jump up and quickly grab the sweater you had folded onto the desk, your feet soon finding the staircase as you practically flew down it. Jack had only just set down his coffee as you bounded past him, his eyes following you with a curious and inquisitive gaze.

Rather than acknowledge it, you quickly sweep away Jack's abandoned shoes from the foyer and pull open the door, a smile already painting your features.

“You’re late.” You grin, earning yourself a laugh.

“Fine, okay, you win.” Steve chuckles as he shuts the door behind him, kicking off his shoes, “But it’s not my fault, Dustin-“

“Nuh-uh.” You interrupt with a grin. “We had a deal, loser. No excuses.”

His shoulders drop in a mocking defeat as you present the sweater in your hand.

“Jokes on you.” Steve juts his chin, displaying the outfit against his chest, “I rock Christmas sweaters.”

“Good to see you didn’t leave your ego at Dustin’s.” You snort as he pulls the fabric over his head, his hair springing back into shape once the clothes settle on his body.

“Eh?” He spreads his arms and you tighten your lips.

You had both been Christmas shopping together a few days ago, reminiscing the horror of fashions past, stumbling by chance upon the ugliest Christmas sweater you had ever seen. It was as if someone had sloppily thrown on some tinsel and glitter and called it a day. You had jokingly commented that it would suit him, to which he refused to try it on. So you made a bet based upon your extensive knowledge of his tardiness. And, as expected, you won.

“Who threw up on you?” Jack comments from behind you and you can’t hold your laugh in anymore.

“You don’t like?” Steve asks, and you see he has straightened himself a little more, something he always did when Jack was around. It was cute that he cared what he thought.

“Wait, you haven’t seen the best part.” You giggle, clumsily searching along the lining of the fabric until you hear a ‘click’. If looks could kill, you would drop to the floor without a heartbeat from the way Steve’s glare was twinkling above his now lit-up sweater.

Jack stops and inspects it like it was his duty, slowly nodding.

“That reminds me, we need to chuck out those leftovers from your stew.” He says, looking at you and your mouth gapes open.

“Ha, yes! Burn.” Steve points at you, happy to not be the only butt of the joke.

You let out an offended gasp, “My cooking is not that bad.”

“Kid.” Jack says with fake sympathy. “The only thing you can muster up is waffles and we all know it. Even you couldn’t stomach that stew last night.”

“… I also make cakes.” You say, pursing your lips.

“Fine, fine.” He laughs, raising his hands. “Look, don’t make any mess tonight, okay? I already have to work a last minute shift, I don’t wanna be walking into a bomb site when I get back.”

“Yes, we are known for throwing wild parties.” You nod and Steve smirks, switching off his glittery sweater.

“I’ll see you both later.” Jack dismisses with a laugh, grabbing his coat and keys as he disappears out the door.

“So when is this wild party happening?” Steve asks as he grabs the tupperware container and follows you into the kitchen.

“In like 10 minutes so we need to hurry.” You stress as you rifle through the fridge, pulling out various items.

“10?!” His eyes widened, “Why the hell are we doing everything in 10 minutes?”

You send a look of disbelief, cradling different pre-made treats.

“Ah.” He thins his lips, nodding slowly in acknowledgment.

“Ah.” You mock, dropping everything on the counter, “Lucky for you, Jack is right. I’m shit at cooking so I basically raided Bradley’s for food yesterday.”

“Smart.” He nods, surveying the food, “Hold up. No popcorn?”

“The last time I made popcorn around you, it disappeared in a minute flat. Four times.”

“Hey, gotta be some kind of record.”

“I’d check but I don’t care enough.”

“Rude.”

The doorbell echoes through to the kitchen and you groan.

“Why did I agree to this?” You cringe when the doorbell rings again.

“Because you love us.” Steve smiles at you weirdly and you resist the urge to kick him. Which, incidentally, is what he assumed you would do as he takes a massive step back. “And because you suggested it like a month ago, please don’t kill me.”

You open your mouth to speak when the bell is rung so many times in a row that you finally give up on the conversation and yell out.

“Okay, okay! I’m here, Jesus Christ.” You sigh, swinging open the door to find two boys. Will smiles up at you while Mike stares guiltily with one finger still on the doorbell.

“Hi.” Will waves a small wrapped box at you and Mike starts to smile. You tilt your head at him.

“Did you ring enough times?” You raise your eyebrows. “Okay, come in, we’re almost done.”

You start to look away and the same echo of a doorbell floods your house, prompting you to spin around. Mike immediately removes his hand and puts them both behind his back.

“Now I’m done.” He grins as he rushes past you, only just avoiding your attack to grab him. Will is laughing as he gives you a quick hug and trails after his friend.

“Everything alright?” Steve leans against the doorframe with a smirk and you shut the front door with the kick of your foot.

“Just peachy.” You shake your head in amusement.

***

By the time the last guest had arrived, everything was truly starting to feel like Christmas again.

Steve had managed to string up some lights in the living room as per Max's request. She's always loved the twinkle of them ever since she was little, cross legged on the rug, wide blue eyes staring up. She wasn't as engrossed with them now, but you knew she needed that little piece of home with her in this new place.

The Party sat around the TV, arguing over which movie to watch. You knew they'd never decide, especially not when gifts were about to be presented to them.

El was the last kid to arrive. You had quickly welcomed her into the house before Hopper could change his mind. He needed to learn to let her live her own life for a little bit. Maybe live his own, too.

“They seem to be having fun, right?” Steve asks as he gently moves past you, one hand on your back to alert you he was there.

“We fed them and gave them the remote, I don’t see them complaining any time soon.” You laugh as the kids cheer over something on the TV. “Why do I feel like we’re suddenly parenting?”

“Hm, I don’t know.” Steve mumbled with his mouth full, dusting off his hands from the cookie he just devoured. “Is this what parents do?”

You reach for the last glass you had snuck away to the kitchen to get after El asked for some water, pondering the thought.

“I actually don’t know, either.” You shrug.

“I got it.” Steve declares when you turn to walk out with the water, gently taking it from your hand and you roll your eyes, picking up the dish towel.

As he leaves, you take a quick glance at the pile of Christmas cards slowly stacking up on the counter. Anytime one was posted, you or Jack would add it to the pile to wait for a time you could open them together, especially seeing as most were addressed to the both of you. It didn’t stop you from studying the different types of handwriting, however. It certainly didn’t stop you from realising that no scripture belonged to the woman you once called a mother.

Not that you expected one. After all, you had both gotten that closure, realised you had both since moved on to different families, better ones. It still stung a little. It wasn’t like the last few years where she had been miles away, personally convincing yourself the lie that it had gotten lost in the mail.

“I think I bought us, like, 20 minutes away from them.” Steve huffs as he pushes open the kitchen door, slowly shutting it behind him. “All you need to know is that I have been saving a gift for this very moment.”

“What-“ You start to ask when there is a sudden blare of music down the hall, followed by an unusually loud Lucas saying the word ‘testing’ and belting out a surprising high note.

“A karaoke machine?” You raise your eyebrow and he shrugs.

“Hey, just be glad we’re not sitting there while half of them fight over superheroes and the other half bully us about our terrible love lives.”

“Cheers to that.” You raise an imaginary glass and he laughs. “Well, I guess I can finally give you your present now.”

“That was either a threat or a promise.” He smirks and you bat his head with the towel. “Okay, sorry.”

You turn away and grab the red package on the end of the counter, holding it out to him. “Here, before I change my mind.”

He gives it a quick shake, waggling his eyebrows. “Well now I’m intrigued. No noise, feels soft…”

“Just open it you weirdo.” You laugh and it’s all he needs to tear into the paper, his lips thinning as he tries to contain a smile.

“Seriously?” He sends you a look, holding in his hands a yellow sweater. His yellow sweater. “When did you even take this, I-”

“Unfold it.” You prompt with a smile and he furrows his brows. “I needed something to cushion it for when you decided to start shaking it around like a lunatic.”

Steve carefully peels back the sweater arms, one hand underneath holding it steady. His breath hitches when he finally uncovers what he had been looking for.

“Okay, so I know it’s not much, but you constantly kept saying how you didn’t want anything, which was just a lie because who doesn’t want a Christmas present, so I thought maybe something thoughtful would be more your speed… Steve?”

You look up at him as he drops the sweater on the counter and holds the picture frame in his hands, slowly nodding.

“This is amazing.” He smiles, setting the photo down and pulling you into a hug as you laugh. “Seriously. Best gift ever.”

“Now you’re just feeding my ego.” You smile as he kisses the top of your head.

Steve looks back at the photo frame again, shaking his head. “When did you even take any of these?”

“I have my ways.” You say mysteriously.

The frame in question held a collection of Polaroids and photos, some recent and others dating back to Freshman year. It was torture trying to scrapbook them together into some kind of coherent mess, making sure every face could be seen. Deciding on the photos was a little harder, especially considering his history with Nancy. But she’s there in a group photo from last Christmas, standing at the door frame in the back with a smile.

Your personal favourite was a photo of you and Steve sat at Skull Rock. Somehow he had managed to pull you to the very top and you had brought along the Polaroid camera you found in a box of your aunt’s things and turned it to snap a photo of you both. So very young. So very happy.

“I don’t know how I can compete with that but I guess it’s my turn.” Steve says and you frown as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls forward a surprisingly neatly wrapped gift. It was small enough to fit in his hand but as he passed it over, you could feel it was solid.

With a curious smile, you find the corners of the paper and slide your finger beneath it, quickly unsticking the thin layer and your heart skips a little when you see it.

“You got me a tape?” You ask, pulling out the cassette tape to flip it over and see which one.

“Uh, yeah, kind of.” Steve looks a little shy, stuffing his hands in his pockets and opting to look out the kitchen window.

It wasn’t an ordinary tape. You had expected something like Madonna to be staring back at you, possibly a new band he had thought sounded like something you’d like. It was better than any of that, however.

“A mixtape?” You smile up at him, noticing the way his neck was getting a little pinker.

“Hm, yeah.” He nods slowly, not meeting your eyes. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. You’re always, I don’t know, shuffling through tapes like constantly whenever you get bored of one and I figured it would cut down your time a little to have a tape with different stuff on it.”

“Steve.” You gently say and he lets out a breath, finally facing you again. You smile wider. “Thank you. This is honestly amazing. You’re amazing.”

“ Don't praise me too much. Turns out, not so hard to make one of those as you might think.” He grins as you wrap your arms around him for another hug. “But you’re welcome.”

“Hellooooooo? We wanna watch a movie!”

You both simultaneously groan, small smiles etching the edges of your mouths even so.

“Peace can’t last forever.” You sigh, placing the tape beside Steve’s photo frame. “Should probably make some popcorn.”

“You sure you even have any?” Steve asks as you walk to a cupboard.

“Yeah, I stocked up on them yesterday when…” Your eyes stare at an empty shelf, making you squint. “How the hell-”

“Well, guess we should be getting back.” Steve hurriedly announces. You turn to him in shock and he raises his hands in surrender. “Hey, you take secret photos and I’m really really great at secret snacking.”

“But… you need a microwave.” You frown, looking at it like it had deceived you.

“Come on.” He laughs, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “If we leave them any longer they’re gonna start rioting.”

“I’ve been beside you the entire day- I would have heard the microwave.” You mutter as he drags you back into the living room.

“What’re we watching?” Steve slumps down onto the sofa, arm resting against the back. His face falls. “No. No, not this again.”

“You will love it if it’s the last thing you do.” Dustin warns just as the Star Wars theme song starts blaring from the TV.

You catch your sister's eye as her head motions for you both to step aside, pulling you into the hallway.

“What’s up?” You ask and she shrugs slightly.

“I just… I just wanted to thank you.” Max smiles, glancing back at where the others were laughing over Steve’s poor attempt at reading the intro on the screen.

“For what?” You frown curiously and she gives another shrug. Max hadn’t always been the best at expressing her feelings, something you’re afraid she caught from you.

“I know you did this for me.” She says knowingly and your features soften. “I mean, I did ask so it’s not, like, a total surprise. I’m just glad we can have a Christmas again, you know?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You shrug, and you start to grin when joy lights her face. “And these guys aren’t either. I think you’re officially one of the nerds now.”

“How dare you.” Max giggles, crossing her arms as she starts to frown. “I don’t know about that, though. They seem pretty close with El. And she doesn’t look like she likes me very much.”

You turn to where her eyes drift just in time to see El’s directed glare quickly drop when Mike calls her name.

“She… she takes a little while to warm up to people.” You try to explain, “I guarantee she’ll love you in no time. Seriously. Especially considering she’s gonna be hanging out with Mike, she’s gonna need some serious girl talk. And, well… if you don’t find a way to have some girl solidarity, who knows what Lucas will make you do. He’s your boyfriend now, he might… make you join their campaigns.”

As you whisper out that last part with a fake warning, Max scrunches her face but laughs all the same. “Whatever.”

“I’m serious.” You chuckle, looking back at the others and momentarily locking eyes with Steve before he lets out a cough and turns his gaze back to the screen.

“Uh-huh.” Max wiggles her eyebrows and you frown. “Looks like we’ve all got our boy problems.”

“What’s that meant to mean?” You ask her as she walks away, placing your hands on your hips.

The amount of times your sister has implied something more than friendship was happening between you and Steve had reached its highest peak since the Snow Ball, regardless of how many times you reminded her that it was simply just friendship.

Shaking your head, you take a quick peek out of the window and smile as you see the delicate descent of snowflakes hit the ground. It was strange how similar your world felt to the Upside Down, not just with the town buildings but rather in its natural state. Small particles like a winter's night, the clouds that formed and flurried, strikes of lightning. It was a habitat in itself, you realise. You just hoped you wouldn’t visit it again any time soon. The scar on your leg was enough to remind you that whatever beauty you could find can be shattered at a moment's notice.

“Y/n.” Will calls out and you turn your head back. He smiles at you as his hand waves you over. “We’re starting.”

Brushing away any thoughts of the Upside Down, you take your seat beside Steve on the couch and focus your mind on what mattered more. You shouldn’t let yourself be consumed with what’s happening to you, not the voices or the shadows that keep you awake.

Right now, you are meant to live in the moment. And that moment was the joyous laughter of the kids sat upon the rug, Steve’s warm smile whenever you laughed with them, those silly twinkling lights that felt like more than just decoration.

The Upside Down would just have to wait until after the holidays.

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I’m still here - part v - eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: a reunion, of sorts, and yet another plan.

warnings: fluff, smut, unprotected p-in-v (wrap ur shit folks), oral (f receiving), mentions of canon-typical violence, my half-assed version of vampirism, blood-drinking and biting (nothin major but still)

a/n: honestly I struggled with this part but I’m finally happy with the result! we got one more part and it will be the longest one yet I think. I’ve enjoyed writing this so so so so so much!!

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You weren’t lying. It doesn’t scare you.

The fangs are the least of your worries, in the grand scheme of things. You meant what you said; you don’t care how long it took, or what it took. All that matters is him.

Your vampire boyfriend.

You have to stop yourself from laughing aloud at the thought, your hand still wrapped in Eddie’s, the pair of you now in your car, parked at the edge of Lover’s Lake. He pointed to the far side of the lake, where Skull Rock stands. “I hid there for a while,” Eddie told you, “when shit was hitting the fan. No one came anywhere close to finding me.”

You’d tried to make a joke: “You wanna go there? Take me out to the middle of nowhere where no one can hear me scream?”

His face had gone dark. “I don’t…I wouldn’t…” He’d stared into his lap, ringed finger twisted together. “If this scares you, baby, then we’re not going anywhere. I don’t care who sees me.”

“Eddie, I was kidding,” you said, trying to backtrack. “You don’t scare me. I trust you.” You squeezed his hand for emphasis. “I love you.”

He softened slightly, pulling you under his arm and slinging his arm around your neck, pressing his lips to your hair. “Love you too, baby.”

He’s relaxed more as you continue to talk, and as the moon and stars start to appear, Eddie starts to open up even more. He tells you everything, from the moment Chrissy started to lift off the ground to the moment he knew he was dying. You hang off his every word, every detail, asking questions when you feel like you’re missing something, interjecting with something Dustin had told you when it’s called for. Most of it still makes no sense and even after weeks of hashing and rehashing, Dustin providing complicated explanations and Steve providing versions that you almost understand, you’re still playing catch-up. The upside, though, is that Eddie is too, still reeling from everything that happened, still trying to wrap his brain around the insanity of it all.

You tell him what happened with your parents, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this mad. “I can’t believe they’d just leave you,” he spits, “and then sell the house? What if you had no where else to go?”

“I think they hoped it would make me go with them,” you shrug, picking at a sticker on the radio. “It doesn’t matter. I like the trailer.”

“Even with the gateway to hell on the living room ceiling?”

You scoff. “Okay, I like your room at the trailer.”

“My room?” he says. “I’d say it’s more like our room now, yeah?”

It’s funny, the way the words make your heart stutter. Ours. Eddie lets go of your hand to change the radio station, twisting the knob until he finds a station playing Iron Maiden. You just watch, feeling your blood heat as you stare at his fingers.

He looks…the same, but also different. Besides the obvious fangs, he still looks mostly like he did. The scars are a new addition as well, of course, and some of them are pretty obvious, but others, you wouldn’t notice unless you actually looked for them. His skin is colder, too, you’ve discovered, but not alarmingly so, just cooler than you’re used to. The eyes are the same, the hair, the devil-may-care curve to his grin.

He walks a little differently, you notice. He moves more easily, his steps less calculated and carried out with ease, more fluid. And his voice, there’s something deeper to it, the tone inviting beyond belief, leaving you desperate for more at the end of every sentence.

It’s not long before you’re both sprawled in the backseat.

Eddie shrugs out of his jacket and your breath gets caught in your throat. He still wears the Hellfire Club baseball tee, the fabric ripped to shit all over his abdomen, revealing strips of scarred skin and flashes of tattoos. He lets the jacket fall onto the floor of the car, and his eyes dart over to you before he’s reaching back and hooking his fingers in his collar, pulling the shirt over his head.

Your gasp is audible, and Eddie’s eyes meet yours as he balls the fabric in his hands, letting it join the jacket. You slide closer to him, until there’s almost no space between you. He just watches you as you move, frozen in place, hands curling into the edge of the seat.

“You really aren’t scared of me,” he says, his voice almost reverent as you reach a hand out slowly, “are you?”

You can’t find the words, but you shake your head, fingers twitching as they make contact with his skin. The scars are ridged and textured, so different from the smooth skin that surrounds them. The tattoo that once danced along his ribs has been marred almost completely, the black ink torn in places, appearing in splotches in the large scar on his side. He turns into the touch, shifting to face you, and shivers as your other hand joins in, moving up his arm, starting at his wrist and going up slowly. Forearm, bicep, shoulder, until you reach his collar. He shivers again.

“Does it hurt?” you ask.

Eddie shakes his head, corner of his mouth quirking up and revealing one fang. “Sensitive though.” Your hand moves over his collarbone until it’s settled in the middle of his chest.

“No heartbeat,” you murmur, waiting for the familiar thump against your palm, but it never comes. You’re gonna miss that, you already know, the way his heart would pick up when things started to get heated, the way you could feel his pulse race when you kissed his neck.

“Nope,” he replies, one hand covering your own. His fingers curl around yours, thumb swiping across your knuckles. “God, I missed touching you.” His other hand reaches for your hip, not pulling you against him — not yet — but just holding you. Keeping you within reach.

“Then touch more of me,” you say, your words bold and making your face heat. Eddie just stares back at you, dark eyes flaring. You pull away from him just enough to shrug out of his vest, tossing it towards the trunk of the car before pulling his hoodie over your head. Your t-shirt gets stuck as you do, and you end up twisted in the material, arms sticking up straight. “Shit,” you groan, Eddie laughing as he reaches for you, pulling the fabric all the way off of you. “That was way sexier in my head.”

“I don’t think you could be any sexier,” Eddie grins, both fangs poking through, and it’s then that you both realize: you’re not wearing a bra.

It’s warm in the car, your body heat not yet fogging up the windows and the night breeze doing something to ebb it. But Eddie’s gaze has goosebumps rising on your skin. You toy with the chain at your neck, his ring and guitar pick settling against your sternum. His hand returns to your hip, palm now sprawled across your skin.

“Not just sexy,” he says softly, tilting his head to the side and leaning in. You can feel his breath on your face — breaths he doesn’t need, he’s explained — and your hands come to rest on his ribs as he reaches out and pushes a strand of hair from your face. “Beautiful.” He inhales deeply, eyes fluttering shut. His knuckle slides beneath your chin, tilting your head back. “Intoxicating.” His face presses against your neck, lips at your pulse, and you can just feel the press of fangs, but he doesn’t break skin. “You have no idea how good you smell.”

He kisses your pulse, and you lean into his grip. “You could do it, if you wanted to,” you say, not entirely sure where the words are coming from, but your earlier boldness returning. “Bite me.”

“There are a lot of things I’m thinking about doing to you right now, sweetheart,” he responds, grin in his voice and hips pushing into yours. You feel his tongue drag up your throat. “But biting you is pretty low on the list.”

“And what’s at the top?”

By way of answer, he pushes you back against the seat, adjusting you with ease. You gasp, legs widening to make space for him, and he reaches for one ankle, pulling your sneaker off and your sock, setting them to the side before turning and removing the other. “I have a theory,” he says, hands reaching for your waist, deftly undoing the button on your jeans, “and I wanna test it.”

“What’s the theory?” you stutter out, lifting your hips when he hooks his fingers in your belt loops and tugs. Your underwear goes with your jeans, and in an instant, you’re completely bare for him. He leans over you then, planting a hand on either side of you, and you sigh when he leans in and gives you a gentle kiss. It moves quickly to your jaw, then down to your neck, and his tongue dips into the hollow of your throat before he’s moving down further, ringed fingers plucking at one nipple while he scrapes his teeth over the other. You grip his shoulders, your back arching up into his touch, and Eddie grins, mouthing along the curve of your breast while he moves a hand to curl around your thigh.

“You tasted like heaven to me before,” he says, his voice a low rasp. “I have a feeling you’ll taste even better now.”

He sits up, taking your ankle in his hand and lifting it so your leg rests on his shoulder. He kisses the inside of your calf, drags his tongue up along your muscle, dotting your skin with kisses all the way up to your knee, further up your thigh, right into the spot where your leg meets your hips.

You’re squirming beneath him, hips lifting of their own accord. You’re dripping, and you know it, the need rising in your blood. How long has it been since he touched you like this?

“Oh,” he murmurs into your thigh, grinning into the thin skin. “There’s something else.”

“Huh?” you mumble, your head already light from the attention he’s giving you, swirling with the intensity that’s simmering beneath both your surfaces.

I can talk to you like this, too.

The words are spoken into your mind just as his tongue meets your clit, swirling around the bud before dipping lower. It’s insane, how perfectly clear his voice is in your head, like he’s talking to you, but he’s not. He lifts your other leg, both settling around his ears, hands curled around your thighs.

Fuck, he groans into your head, and when you chance a glance down, his eyes are rolling back in his head. You taste so fucking good, sweetheart. Even better than I imagined. 

You thought he was good at eating your pussy before, but this is another level. It feels like he’s everywhere all at once, each of your nerves reacting tenfold to each touch, lick, nip. 

Palms sliding to your hips, he pulls you closer to his mouth, tongue diving ridiculously deep. You wince when you feel the bite of fangs, shoulders pressing against the hard earth as you dive a hand into his hair. Then he sucks, and it’s the oddest feeling, but pleasurable as all hell, his nails digging into your skin.

Oh my fucking god. It’s so clear, like he’s saying the words out loud. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

Eddie?

He’s pulling away in an instant, shifting backwards away from you until his back is pressed against the car door, lifting a hand to cover his mouth. There’s a tinge of red on his lips, a single drop sliding down his chin. Shit. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckingfuck. He turns away from you.

“I didn’t mean to do that.”

He speaks the words audibly, the voice in your head fading, along with the strange phantom touch of him in your brain. “Eddie, it’s okay,” you say, reaching for the hoodie, covering your chest with it as you sit up. The air feels colder. “Eds, you didn’t hurt me.”

Both hands covering his face, he turns back to you. He just stares, and you stare right back.

“Eddie, it’s okay.”

No.

Eddie.

It’s a strange feeling, talking back to him like this, like a phone connection left open, no dial tone to interrupt you, the airwaves carrying your voice from your own head to his, and back again.

I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t trust myself.

“You didn’t hurt me,” you say out loud, pulling your knees to your chest, “and I trust you. Come back here.” You reach out, curling your fingers in the chain still hanging from his jeans and tugging on it. “Eds, please.” Your voice cracks without you meaning to. “I just got you back.”

He scrambles across to you almost instantly, grabbing you up in his arms and pulling you into his lap. You toss the hoodie aside again, your bare chest pressed to his, and brace your knees either side of his hips, settling against him. You gather his hair in your hands, holding it away from his face in a makeshift ponytail. “M’sorry,” he murmurs, those dark eyes going shiny, and you just shake your head.

You angle your head, leaning in to kiss the scar under his jaw, a tiny grin tugging at your lips when he groans and falls back into your touch. He’s hard beneath you, straining against the fly of his jeans, and the moans get louder when you roll your hips into his. “Just got you back,” you say again, your voice dropping this time. “Don’t wanna let you go.”

Don’t wanna let you go either. His hands slide up your back, spanning your ribs and fingertips tapping along your spine. Not ever.

“I wanna feel you, Eds,” you say softly, your chest heaving, dragging against his. “I need to. Please.” He opens his mouth but you press a finger to his lips. “Fuck me, please. You won’t hurt me, I know you won’t.”

He blinks slowly, chewing at the inside of his cheek, and you find that spark of boldness, leaning in to kiss his scarred neck once more.

“Or let me fuck you.”

One brow raises slowly, and you feel him twitch beneath you. Are you sure?

There’s nothing else I’m more sure of.

You kiss him slow, nails scratching his scalp. There’s the scrape of his canines against your lips, but it only spurs you on, tugging at his hair as he returns the kiss. You roll your hips into his again, gasping at the feeling of denim and the ridge of his stomach against your bare core. He presses one palm to the small of your back, urging you up onto your knees while he reaches for his belt with his other hand. You just keep kissing him, moaning into his mouth once he frees himself, dragging his cock through your folds, drenched in your slick in a matter of moments.

“I missed you so much,” you whisper, and the words drag into a gasp as he presses into you, the hand at your back pushing you down, filling you completely, the feeling overwhelming.

I missed you too.

Eddie smiles against your lips, but you can tell he’s holding back, fingers twitching against your skin. Slowly, you release his hair, bracing your hands on the back of the seat as you grind into him, denim still biting into your ass, but you don’t care. Your head drops on your shoulders, face pressing into his neck, and you just keep moving. Eddie grunts, panting in your ear as his hands find your hips again, guiding you through your movements, gripping so tight you wonder if there’ll be bruises tomorrow, secretly hoping there will be. 

God, you feel amazing.

You can’t stifle your grin, nipping at his throat as you lift up, almost all the way off of him, before slamming your hips back into his, earning a deep groan that rumbles through his chest. He tilts his head back against the seat, baring his throat to you, and you strike, sinking your teeth into his neck while your hips keep rolling, pulling the pleasure out of both of you. The pace is almost punishing, the way he guides you along his length, starting to cant his hips upwards into yours and making sparks of pleasure burst in your vision. 

You keep your lips closed around his throat, sucking and nipping as he moans above you. You wonder idly if it’ll actually bruise, if there’ll be any remnants of your attack, or if his pale throat will remain bare. Meanwhile, you know for sure now there’ll be fingerprint bruises on your hips as he grips you tighter, pulling you impossibly close. His head tilts forward, cheek pressed to your temple and you inhale as he releases one hip to reach between you.

Come on, baby. Even the voice in your head is raspy, high-strung with pleasure. I wanna feel you.

It doesn’t take much more, the cool tips of his fingers circling your clit a handful of times before you’re clenching hard, bearing down on his cock as much as possible, your back arching. You rip your head from his throat, and he catches it with his other hand, your hips free to move without his guiding hand. Eddie winds your hand through his fingers, pulling your face to his in a bruising kiss while fireworks explode against your closed eyelids. 

It’s insane.

He follows shortly after you, groaning loudly into the bruising kiss as your hips continue to grind down into his, chasing the feeling as long as possible. You can’t stop, just going and going and going until your body gives out, slumping into him, and Eddie holds you softly, pulling the hair from your sweaty neck and dragging his fingers down your spine.

“Holy shit, baby,” he rasps out loud, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That was fucking wild.”

You just hold onto him, fingers digging into his shoulders. You can’t bring yourself to let go.

+

“I don’t fucking believe it.”

Steve is just staring at Eddie, who’s grinning back. Dustin is bubbling with excitement beside Steve, the broadest metal grin you’ve ever seen on the kid’s face, practically bouncing off the couch with excitement. Robin, on the other side of Dustin, has an expression similar to Steve’s: utter disbelief.

“You were dead,” Robin says matter-of-factly, pressing her palms together and gesturing towards Eddie. “Dead as in…dead dead.”

Steve is pulling at his bottom lip, shaking his head slightly. “Not that we checked for a pulse,” he says, “but Henderson was certain you were gone and we…” Something flickers in his face, and he looks almost guilty. “We left you there.”

“No hard feelings,” Eddie says with a shrug. “I woulda done the same thing.”

You’re standing in the Harrington’s mostly empty house. Steve’s parents are gone, as per usual, and while you’ve been hiding Eddie at the trailer for the last week, there’s only so much sneaking around you can do before Wayne gets suspicious. Your dinners with the elder Munson have become a regular occurrence, and you don’t think you can handle letting him down again. So, after a phone call that you had to cut short after Steve shouted “what the fuck?” for the tenth time, Eddie is now hiding in their basement, planning to sneak out at night to…hunt in the forest, and keep out of sight.

Eddie had explained things as best he could. There are still some details that don’t quite add up — for instance, why he’s not completely feral and trying to kill everyone in sight, a stereotype you’re grateful hasn’t come true. You can see the wheels in Dustin’s head spinning as soon as Eddie starts to talk, trying to come up with some sort of logical explanation for your boyfriend’s rise from the dead.

“Maybe there doesn’t have to be a good explanation,” Dustin says after a while, obviously frustrated with the lack of rational steps from what happened in the Upside Down to the present. He points at Eddie. “Obviously we’re all glad you’re alive, but there’s one thing we haven’t discussed.” All eyes are on Henderson, and his smile starts to fade. “You can’t stay in Hawkins. Everyone thinks you’re dead, and if they find out that you’re not, then we’re right back to square one.”

“Hunt the freak,” Eddie says softly, and you reach for his hand, fingers wrapping around his wrist and squeezing. He turns his head to look at you, brown eyes big and shining. “I’m not leaving without you.”

You almost laugh. “Like I’d let you go without me.” You squeeze his hand again. “There’s always Chicago.”

Eddie just nods, leans in, and kisses your cheek. “Chicago.”

“You two are disgustingly cute,” Robin says, leaning her elbows on her knees, face in her hands. “Like, I’m moments away from barfing.”

+

The plan is hatched quickly: Eddie will wait at Steve’s, and you’ll go gather your things (and Eddie’s) from the trailer, and say goodbye to Wayne. It’ll be a half-assed excuse, that your parents are forcing you to leave Hawkins for good, that they’re threatening to call the cops if you don’t haul ass immediately. You know it’s gonna break his heart, never mind leave him completely alone in Hawkins, but it has to be done, and Dustin’s promised to keep an eye out when he can.

“I can’t put this on him,” Eddie said when you suggested he come with you, that he say goodbye to Wayne for real. “It’s better, this way. Thinking I’m dead and gone for good. He’s been through enough as it is, he doesn’t need…” He trailed off, gestured to himself. “Whatever this is.”

There was more to it than that, you knew, but the look in his eyes stopped you from asking.

Once the car is packed, you’re just a gas station away from the open road, Chicago, and your life together. Sure, there’s still a million more things to figure out — does this mean Eddie is gonna live forever? What does it mean for you? Do you want to be like him? — but you’ll have time enough to figure it all out once you’re out of Hawkins.

Eddie kisses you goodbye when you leave, and pushes a folded envelope into your hands. “Give this to Wayne, will you?”

You nod, kiss his cheek. “Of course.”

+

You should have been here an hour ago.

Henderson was insistent you plan things down to the minute, leaving under cover of night to lower the chances of Eddie being spotted in your car. You’d radioed when you were leaving the trailer, heading back to Harrington’s house, and Eddie is getting antsy. It’s not that far from the trailer park. You should’ve been here by now. 

Where are you? He pushes the thought outward, trying to catch the now-familiar feeling of your mind with his own. What’s going on?

He’s been pacing the living room floor since you left, Dustin on the couch in front of him, Steve half asleep at the kitchen table. There’s a knock at the door, and they all jump, Eddie staring towards it as Dustin gets up to answer it. He has a half a mind to hide, Dustin giving him a wary look as he walks towards the door.

Something’s not right.

Robin’s on the other side of the door, breathless and red-eyed. She barrels into the house, nearly toppling over as she goes. She nearly sobs the words, running to Eddie and gripping his shoulders.

“There’s been an accident.”

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Night patrol can wait

I wrote this piece a long time ago, so if it sucks, blame past me.

Word count: 700

Requested: Nope, an old draft.

Info: Both y/n and Hawks are pro-heroes.

Warning: Fluff.

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You had been working with Hawks for a little over a year now. In the start, Hawks would often be the one to train with you, and soon you both began joking around while training

It all started with him complimenting you for your speedy and reaction time. That's when you decided to make a joke about you two being like predator and prey.

You don't know why, but Hawks lost his shit.

Since you had a mouse quirk, you often had night parole. You would often show up to work, Hawks was about to leave. You two would always stop and chat with each other before you two went your separate ways.

Sometimes you and Hawks had parole together, it wasn't very often, but when it happened, you two always had a blast.

It didn't take long for you to develop a crush on Hawks. Even though you've had a long and hard day, Hawks would always make it a little better.

If you two had parole together, and nothing was happening, you two would just be joking around.

And if anything did happen, but you two were too far away, Hawks wouldn't hesitate to pick you up and fly you guys to the scene.

Even fighting, you two were good together. You would often distract the villain from the ground, while Hawks would attack from above.

There was one time when you got critically injured and were in the hospital for over a month. Even though you weren't conscious for the whole time, you were told that Hawks would show up every day. When you did gain your consciousness again, it didn't stop Hawks from visiting you, and he would often make you had eaten and stayed hydrated.

After you had gotten out of the hospital, Hawks was a little more careful with you, but let you do your thing. -------- You and Hawks were getting ready for night parole. You were getting your gear on and strapped in.

“Hawks! Are you almost ready?” You asked him.

“Yeah, almost, just wait for me a little longer.” Hawks shouted to you.

“Any longer and I might leave you behind!” You shouted.

“Nooo, don’t do that to me, y/n.” You heard Hawks whine.

“Haha, I’m kidding, of course, I’ll wait for you, bird brain.” You laughed. You sat down and decided to wait for Hawks. How come your hero costume looked so much more complicated, but it was always Hawks that took the longest time to get ready.

You looked around the room and spotted Hawks’ famous jacket hanging from a chair. You walked over and picked it up.

You just kind of looked at it, that was until you got an idea. You walked over to the nearest mirror and tried it on.

On Hawks, it just looked like a normal jacket, but on you, it just looked huge. At first, you just looked at yourself in awe. But then you decided to have some fun.

“I am the legendary Hawks! Catch me if you can, villain!” You said, and spread your arms out and pretended they were wings. You ran around the room pretending to be flying.

Meanwhile, Hawks had heard your shouting and decided to check up on you. The sight he was met with was not what he had expected.

“You think you can stop me! Fool, for I am the legendary Hawks!” You said and ran around the room again.

“Having fun are we?” You heard a very familiar voice ask you. Your whole face was placed, and you turned your face towards the voice.

“Oh hi Hawks, this is not what it looks like.” You felt your whole face become red.

Why? Maybe because you just embarrassed yourself in front of your crush.

“Now, because it looks like a little mouse has stolen my favorite jacket.” He said and backed you against a wall.  

“Now, what do you have to say for yourself.” Hawks asked you as he leaned in closer.

“Not today!” You shouted and escaped.

“Oh, so that’s how you play little mouse. Okay, I’m game.” Hawks smirked and chased after you.

Safe to say, parole could wait a little while longer.

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