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nartothelar · 9 months

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But for the vampire au, have you considered Emmet getting Severely Hurt™️ and Ingo turning him to keep his brother alive?

Or do they have an agreement to just let things happen?

“No.” Emmet responds simply, decisively.

The answer is expected and yet, the disappointment Ingo feels is an unwelcome heaviness, his constant frown turning genuine without it meaning to.

Ingo had asked the very same question thrice times now.

Once was when they were kids. It was casual inquiry that came with little prompting; he had asked out of curiosity more than anything. Ingo had asked Emmet after they had defeated a trio of challengers off hand. Emmet had laughed, light and airy, when he answered. They had gotten ice cream using their winnings after.

The second time had been following a much more harrowing experience. A safety check forgotten, a simple mistake by a depot agent newly hired, had resulted in a derailed train. Fortunately only a few were injured. Unfortunately, one of those few was Emmet.

Ingo had asked him with bags under his eyes, something quite silly since Ingo didn’t even need to sleep. (Was that makeup? Emmet had joked with an exhausted smile.)

Emmet, laying in that hospital bed, IV's in his arm and a cask around his left leg, had responded much the same, a chuckle rather than a laugh. Perhaps his headache had come back to manage much more than that. Ingo didn’t attempt to change his mind and offered him the chicken noodle soup Elesa had brought for him.

And the third time was right now: Ingo sitting across from Emmet in the dining room of their shared apartment. It was morning and even though the windows curtains were drawn, the room was illuminated with a soft glow. In front of his brother was a plate of eggs and toast, him nursing a cup of black coffee. In front of Ingo was just a cup of tea, untouched and cooling.

“But why don’t you want to be a vampire?”

The way he asks shows his cards far to easily. Whoever had said Subway Boss Ingo was hard to read must have not tried at all.

His brother looks at him, assessing him, and then looks away.

Emmet is silent for a minute, simply gazing at the cup in front of him. His food was getting cold.

Most would think Emmet was being hesitant when answering, that this was a sign he didn’t want to answer at all. But Ingo knows him well. He knows he wants to go over what he will day and that he voices his thoughts properly.

Ingo is patient and waits. Finally, Emmet answers.

“I like the sun.” His brother says, looking at him. The color of his eyes haven’t dulled all these years. “It feels warm on my skin. It feels good.”

“I love eating. The taste, the action. Yup!" Emmet picks at his plate with a hum. "I want to eat what I like, when I like."

“I like my independence." Ingo's tea leaves an ashy taste as he sips it - a floral chamomile bag floats at the bottom of it. "I do not want to be dependent on others. I do not want to be dependent on things out of my control."

"I know that I will have to sometimes." Emmet really looks at him now. "And that is ok. But I still feel the same way.”

Ingo squeezes his mug, before he relaxes his grip. Emmet notices.

Emmet lays his palm on his chest, closing it into a fist near the middle.

“I like being human.” It sounds final, the words like a gavel to wood, the way it echoes in his mind. “I do not want to be a vampire.”

Ingo wants to argue. To convince him that the pros outweigh the insignificant cons, but he does not. No. Usually Ingo is more eloquent with his words, but the fear that rises up in his throat makes his usually well thought out words more brisk, more succinct, more honest as he says the obvious.

“But you are aging.” Ingo says. You are dying, Ingo tries, fails, and a refrains to add.

Ingo hands are smooth, his face without a wrinkle. He looks as the same as he as when he first became a subway boss. He has since he was sent to Hisui. Forever youthful. And Emmet.

Emmet's hands are calloused, wrinkled from years of maintenance at gear station. His hair is thinning and his temples were turning white. His stride not as brisk as it was years ago.

“I am.” Emmet replies. “And I will continue to age.”

Ingo knows Emmet. He is stubborn, just like himself. That is how he is. He knows he will not change his mind. And that makes him clench his jaw, look down at his cup with furrowed brow.

“Ingo.”

Ingo snaps his head up, fear turning to anger that makes him feel sick. He should not be angry, but he is.

“Then you plan to reach your final stop?” Emmet’s smile dims. Ingo continues anyway. “Leave this station?” Without me? Ingo clamps down before he utters the accusation.

“You....you will have me wait here for you to die? And do nothing?!”

And there it is. Ingo barring his greatest fear since he got turned. The thing that has plaguing his mind since he stood at the grave of his old clan leader in Hisui, at the cemetery where his other wardens were laid to rest. What he had realized as he saw time passes by, years of constant goodbyes and tearful farewells.

It was that, no matter how grand his ideals, the simple truth of the matter was that he was utterly powerless to the passage of time.

Ingo doesn't realize that he has stood up until he is already towering over Emmet's seated form. His fangs barred and he suspects his eyes are slits.

And despite that, Emmet looks calm. He looks...sad.

“I didn’t ask for this.” Ingo says softly, deflated as the anger leaves his body. To live on as those around him pass. To see enjoy his life without the people he cares most around him.

Ingo feels arms wrap around him and he wraps trembling arms around Emmet too, his head laying on his shoulder. They stay like that for a moment, simply holding each other, not letting go.

"I'm sorry I never gave you the choice." Emmet finally says. Ingo's hands grip at Emmet's shirt. "We were young. You were dying. And I was desperate. I did not want to lose you..."

Emmet pulls back after that, not all the way, but enough to look into Ingo's face. His fangs have retracted, his eyes normal again. "But those details do not matter now, do they?" Emmet sighs out, that sad smile still there.

"They matter. Of course they matter." Ingo protests, but he doesn't elaborate pass that.

Emmet looks at the floor, thinking about his words and looks at Ingo again before saying, "Everything reaches its final terminal."

"Not me." Ingo says. It comes out bitter.

"Everything does." Emmet repeats, shaking his head. He squeezes Ingo's forearm before he lets go. "I did not give you a choice. but you can choose for yourself now."

His brother’s crows feet, a result from decades worth of smiles, crinkle at the edges as he looks at him. "Just as I choose for myself."

Ingo dwells on those words, on what his brother is offering. A choice and a decision to make. Emmet looks at him and Ingo understands.

With a sigh (a concession, a compromise), Ingo nods and accepts Emmet's answer.

That heaviness Ingo feels is not fully gone from his mind, but it has lightened, the tension of the room dispersing like the morning fog.

Emmet notices, smiles, and sits back down to finish his breakfast. Ingo follows. And then the silence is filled anew with his brother's latest retelling of yet another dealing he had with a rude passenger yesterday.

Ingo listens and they both laugh and talk and all is right and as it should be that morning, in their shared moment of time.

Him and his brother were a two car train, always have been, no matter their differences. And no matter what, he was going to be there with him until his brother's final destination.

And then after that, once that engine has long gone cold, Ingo would decide when his last stop was too.

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mayearies · 7 months

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♡ soulmates …. miles morales ⟡

filler chapter!

—synopsis: after the celebration for now mr. captain morales, spending time in miles’ bedroom and talking about life doesn’t seem as bad as you would initially think. you know, with gwen and all.

a/n: ok sorry ive been lazy

both of you really couldn’t just not sit in silence. it was awkward. you showed up out of nowhere and met his parents. and he just saw two people he loved in the same day. “what an evening, huh?”

“yeah,” you saw him pulling at his clothes. he looked a little nervous. you didn’t know why, you’ve been friends long enough for there to not be any awkwardness between you two. “your parents seem nice.”

he laughed awkwardly, “yeah, the-they’re nice to who they wanna be nice to. i guess they saw something in you.” you raised an eyebrow at him. it seemed like he was projecting his views on to them. “maybe, the way i do?..”

the silence in the room grew once more. you were fine with not talking, you just liked the presence of him. made you feel warm. “well. if that’s true then, i guess there is something. even more if you agree with it.”

you heard him let out a soft sigh of relief as he stopped fidgeting. you were sure on how you felt towards miles. somewhat sure. you liked him near, even if he was quiet. “it’s nice to just sit in silence with someone you love, no?”

“yeah, but, i… i didnt want you to stay just for us to not talk to each other. i wanna talk to you.” you scrunched your face into a curious smirk. “about anything. anything and everything.”

“you feel that passionate towards me, huh?” you teased lightly, staring at the ceiling. it had faint sprays of spraypaint. “well, i mean we’re the same in some ways.”

he slid back his sleeve to reveal a little bit of his spiderman suit. his expression changed to that of disappointment. “and in some ways we’re not.”

“…well, a certain amount of difference can be too much, but i feel like we’re just right.” you tilted your head to the side, giving him a small smile. his heart fluttered in his chest. “right?”

“yeah. right. that makes.. sense.” he laughed breathily.

“like soulmates.” you lightly nudged his shoulder with your fist. “platonic or romantic—soulmates are soulmates.”

his eyes widened once he heard those words. it had his mind rushing, that cliffhanger you left him on. “so then what are we?” he asked, resulting in your smile widening.

“maybe a little bit of both.”

#miles morales #miles g morales #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #miles morales blurbs #earth 1610 miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #1610 miles x reader #miles 1610 #miles morales 1610 #earth 1610 #earth 1610 miles morales x you

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fuctacles · 5 months

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Henderson's-brother-centered misadventures continue [Part IV]

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III]

Eddie screamed. Then, he screamed some more. Then, he got hit with a teddy bear, which bounced off into the floor, barely disturbing his mane of hair.

“You get a drop of spit on my pillow, and you’re washing all my sheets!”

He groaned, like a wounded animal. If animals could be wounded by their best friend’s disloyalty.

“No, dude! You can scream into your own fucking pillow! We can jam if you need, smoke or steal a beer, hell, I can even listen to you. But don’t just come here to stink my room with-” Gareth made a flapping motion in Eddie’s general direction. “Whatever this is.”

Eddie groaned louder before finally rolling onto his back.

“I fucking hate him.”

“I was hoping you’d choose jamming,” Gareth sighed. He threw his leg over his chair and leaned on the back of it. “You mean Big Bro Henderson?”

“Who else?” Eddie threw his hands up into the ceiling. His friend barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes. “He’s the most annoying person I’ve ever met!”

“Good thing you can’t meet yourself, then.”

Eddie glared at him, but from this angle, it gave him a double chin which severely decreased the look’s efficiency.

“You calling me annoying?”

“Yes.”

“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘lively’. Or ‘charismatic’! Or, or, ‘non-conforming’!”

“No, I’m pretty sure ‘annoying’ is the word. Also, ‘dramatic’.”

Eddie glared again, but since his position has not changed so hasn’t its lack of impact.

“How dare you,” he seethed. Gareth completely ignored it.

“So, what did he do this time? Give you more cookies?”

“No!” He had regretted the decision to tell him about it as soon as it left his mouth, but it was out there now. Well, the price of the blackmail material was listening to it first. “He just…” Eddie trailed off, realizing what he was about to say. ‘He let me sit in his lap for the whole length of Karate Kid’ was so much harder to explain than ‘he gave me an extra cookie for my good work.’ He scrambled to find a better approach.

“So he’s like a therapy dog,” he started, because painting the scene is important.

“What.”

Wrong approach.

“Okay, so I’ve found out he has some issues, something to do with the Starcourt fire, I think? You know nothing of it, by the way, I probably shouldn't know about it. Henderson, well, the little one, just has a big mouth.”

“And so do you. By telling me,” his friend pointed out.

“Emerson, this isn’t about you,” Eddie scolded him. “So he needs extra physical contact or something. And he might have um…” Wrong turn again. “Engaged me in it?”

“Ok, hold on,” Gareth dropped his forehead on the edge of the chair’s back and rubbed his temples. “What do you mean by that? Because I know it’s not as weird as you make it sound.”

Eddie crossed his arms, which looked extra stupid in his horizontal position. He tapped his socked foot against the mattress.

“We were watching Karate Kid, and the couch wasn’t big enough for four people. Nobody else wanted to sit in his lap and I thought it would be, you know, funny, to offer. And he just said ‘okay’, and did it!” His arms flew up into the air again.

Gareth lifted his head.

“So you sat in his lap.”

“He put me in his lap.”

“Dude, you throw your legs all over me when we watch a movie!”

“Yeah, but that’s different!”

“How?”

“Because we’re friends! We play together and shit!”

Gareth scrunched his nose because while he knew of the wisdom his friend possessed (very selective and rarely occurring in the daylight), admitting him right was painful because the cockiness he possessed was probably far greater.

“Well, maybe he’s giving you signs he wants to be friends?”

Eddie snorted.

"No way. Not possible. No."

"And why is that?" Gareth raised an eyebrow at the adamant negation.

"I'm his younger brother's friend-"

"Who's his age."

"-And we like different things. I'm a freak, I like metal and D&D!"

"So does Dustin, and they get along well."

"They are brothers!"

"Well, I actually hate my sister, it’s not a rule."

Eddie groaned.

"I don't know," he ended up saying, just to voice his internal frustration. At least he was facing the ceiling now and not Gareth's pillow.

He hummed, considering his friend, trying to understand his problem, to even locate it.

"Okay, so you don't like that he's nice?"

"Yes."

"... You want him to be mean?"

"... Yes? Maybe?"

Gareth hit his head against the chair.

"This whole conversation is lost on me."

When he looked up he met Eddie's eyes, a storm brewing behind them.

"I don't want to like him. But he makes it hard not to because he's so nice."

‘He treats me like I'm normal, like his equal’, went unspoken but Gareth could hear it anyway. It was time to end the questions for the day because getting any deeper into his friend's psyche could trap him like quicksand.

"And then I go to apologize and end up talking about BDSM of all things!"

"Nope!" Gareth straightened up and hopped out of his chair. "We're going to the garage, so I can't hear you over the drums."

"What a best friend you are," Eddie grumbled but rolled off the bed regardless. He was secretly glad for an excuse to stop talking about Henderson because he started getting lost in his thoughts and feelings himself.

The next time he sees Steve, he doesn’t make it any easier. They see each other only in passing, and the older brother doesn’t give him more than a weak smile and a "Hi, Eddie. Dustin's upstairs," before leaving.

Eddie walks up to his friend's room thoroughly confused.

"What was that about?" he asks instead of a greeting. He never greets his friends properly these days, but there are more important things like ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s.

"What was what about?"

"Steve," Eddie frowns like it explains everything. And apparently, it does.

"I think he's still upset after last time."

Eddie blinks.

"I said I was sorry!"

Dustin rolls his eyes.

"Sorry doesn't solve everything. It's like a," he snaps his fingers looking for a good comparison. "Like one of the spell components. It's not gonna work without all of them."

Guess he is casting Charm Person after all.

"Okay, but like. What are the other components?"

Dustin just shrugs.

"Hell if I know."

Eddie was burdened with the most unhelpful friends.

"What do you do when you upset him?"

Dustin's first instinct is to protest, probably point out what a great little brother he is, but one stern look from Eddie makes him shut his mouth and reconsider his words.

"Well, if I made him upset, I'd help him with dinner, make him coffee or tea, pick a movie I know he'd like. Help out with chores, mostly. He does too much by himself." The frown on his face is deep like the mystery of Steve's adoption and Eddie mirrors it.

"This sounds all great when you're brothers, but I'm not a Henderson, how am I supposed to pull that off?

"You helped with dinner once, you could do it again,"

Eddie sighs, long and suffering.

"I guess…"

"Great! Steve has left to get groceries and is making dinner later, I'm sure he'll appreciate the help!" He grins, knowing full well he just backed his friend into a corner.

Eddie sputters when he realizes that.

“What? Today?”

“No better time than the present.” Dustin shrugs smugly, like it was a universal law they can’t help but follow.

Eddie bristles, because, yeah, true, but…

“I'm not mentally prepared," he complains.

"For what?" Dustin raises his brows in this annoying way of his. "Cooking?"

"You ate my mac and cheese, you understand the severity of the situation!" he yells, accusingly pointing a finger at him.

"Ate is a big word, I spat it out. And calling it mac and cheese is also a big word."

"Exactly!" Usually Eddie didn't like his abilities slandered like that but on the rare occasion when it served his purpose…

"Steve's first casserole was also inedible," Dustin shrugs and Eddie tries to picture Mr. Perfect Housewife fucking up a dish. "You have about an hour to mentally prepare before he's back though. You can spend it finishing your readings."

Ah, right. The mundane purpose of his visit was schoolwork.

Eddie groans. He can only hope the tragic stories of holocaust victims will set him in the right mind for cooking with Steve.

They don’t. He's heavily unprepared for the confrontation when they're running down the stairs to help with the bags.

When Steve's instructing them which things he needs and which can be put away, Dustin elbows his friend in the ribs, hard. He hisses in pain, attracting Steve's attention.

"You staying for dinner?" he asks before Eddie can say anything.

"Uh, if I can help with it, then yeah," he says, feeling Dustin’s annoying beady eyes on himself.

Steve frowns at him.

"You don't have to do that, I’ve told you before."

"Yeah, but I'm done with my work for today," Eddie adds under the menacing gaze. "And my cooking skills need some guidance. Wayne is too old to stomach my food, he can't risk another food poisoning,” he babbles, earning himself a snort from Steve.

“Okay, if it's that bad,” he agrees finally, the smile Eddie has gotten used to once again on his face. "But you'll be under strict supervision."

"Of course!"

"Okay, you already got yourself a kitchen slave, so I can go finish my work," Dustin speaks up before promptly disappearing, only the sound of his rushed retreating steps left.

"Guess we're alone then," Steve comments, giving Eddie an odd look. He thought he was used to those but Steve's were always hard to decipher. Not the exact kind he usually got.

He clears his throat to dislodge the weird feeling clogging it up.

"So, what are we cooking today?"

Steve hums, looking at the ingredients before him.

"You ever cooked soup?"

"Uh, I assume you don't mean the instant kind?"

Steve makes a disgusted face, fake gags for a good measure too.

"Soup it is then. It's getting colder, and I'm sure Wayne would appreciate it," he says, eyeing Eddie questioningly, and this one he deciphers easily.

"My uncle,” he explains. "I live with him."

To his surprise, Steve smiles warmly.

"Wanna make some extra you can heat up for him?"

"That's-" Eddie's taken aback, which doesn't happen to him often. "That would be very nice, thank you."

"It’s nothing. He should know his nephew is spending his time productively."

"I'm always productive," he mutters back a complete lie. But he's been trying, okay?

"I know," Steve says, surprising him again. "Maybe I want to get on your uncle's good side too."

Eddie doesn't ask why. Doesn't want to know. Doesn't speculate. Just leaves it be, bugging him for the time being.

"I was thinking fritters too? Since they're easy to heat up later."

Eddie nods, watching him sort through the vegetables.

"Whatever you say, chef."

Steve instructs him through the soup preparations first, explaining it needs more time to cook.

“I hope you don’t mind veggie broth. El didn’t like chicken and we kinda got used to it. Also, it’s cheaper,” he says, watching Eddie pour water over the vegetables arranged in the pot.

He puts the pot on the burner and looks up.

"Who's El?"

"Dustin's friend. She moved to California though," Steve answers with a frown.

"That's a bit of a drive."

"Yeah," Steve scrunches his nose, then looks back into the pot, before reaching for a box of seasoning.

"Ok, now for the fun part."

Eddie has no idea how seasoning a pot of vegetable water can be fun, but he's not about to argue. He follows instructions and marvels at the amount of weird plants that could be added to food.

"I feel like a witch," he whispers, tossing dried herbs into his cauldron.

Steve chuckles.

"You kinda look like one."

Eddie side-eyes him from his position over the pot.

"I hope that's a compliment."

"Oh, it is," Steve says in a weird voice and Eddie is too afraid to look at him. He flips through the seasoning packets instead, reading unfamiliar names.

"Okay, so this needs a couple of hours to cook, you'll know when it starts getting together from the smell. Then we'll blanche the onions and garlic, add the tomatoes, blend it all, and it's done. Now we can work on the fritters. Have you done them before?"

Eddie thinks about it for a moment.

"I saw my uncle make them."

"Potato ones?"

"Uh, yeah? Are there more options?" he asks, eyebrows drawn together.

"Apparently, yeah,” Steve rolls his eyes. “A fritter is technically anything you can grate, slap together and fry in a pancake-ish shape."

"Huh. I've learned so much today already."

Steve laughs.

"So, what do you want in the fritters?" he asks and Eddie is ridiculously giddy about having a choice.

"Can we put meat in them?"

"Yeah, I've made them with bacon before."

Eddie's eyes sparkle.

"Potatoes with bacon and cheese?"

"Holy shit,” Steve groans. “Claudia's gonna kill us, but it sounds so good." He ponders on it for a moment. "We could add corn to pretend there are vegetables in them."

"Ketchup is a vegetable," Eddie points out and Steve bristles.

"We're not eating them with ketchup!" he protests. "But… we could use some of the tomatoes to make a sauce."

Eddie never thought cooking could be this fun.

"Yesss!"

"You're way more excited than I thought you'd be," Steve observes, grabbing the potatoes to wash.

"I'm a growing boy, of course I'm excited about food. Besides, we're like two alchemists; mixing up stuff to make other stuff."

Steve laughs again.

"Are those the guys who tried turning metals into gold?"

"Precisely!"

He's tasked with peeling the potatoes while Steve puts bacon in the oven. He’s never good at it, and he huffs angrily when Steve joins him and gets through three potatoes while he peels one. What's worse, he can see him watching and his fingers twitching.

"Okay, I can see you itching to correct me. Just do it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah man, unless you have some disease I could catch, I'll be fine."

Steve winces and Eddie has a lightning-fast memory of a rumour that gays spread a deadly disease. But Steve isn't gay, probably, and it's just a rumour.

Steve is still haste when he rearranges his fingers on the peeler and takes his hand away like touching him burns.

Eddie frowns. Well, that's not gonna cut it.

"Like this?" he asks, making a motion he knows is wrong.

"No, like-" Steve reaches out and hesitates.

"I don't have cooties, come on."

Steve presses his lips together and wraps his hand around his. He has to move closer too, crowding Eddie's side.

"Like this," he says, whispers really, pushing his hand in the right motion.

This suddenly feels more obscene than it is, but Eddie’s half tempted to push it further.

"Your hands are weirdly soft. Do you steal Robin's hand cream?" he asks instead.

Steve huffs at the backhanded compliment and retraces his soft, big hands.

"No, I have my own."

"Hmm." Eddie cocks his head, looking him up and down. "Should have guessed."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Steve asks with a frown, but he can tell the anger is played up.

"Nothing," Eddie shrugs. "You just look like someone taking care of himself."

Steve keeps looking at him like he is not sure if he should be offended or not so Eddie helps him out by rolling his eyes.

“Don't worry, I judge you more for your music than your hygiene.”

“Of course,” Steve huffs. “You wouldn't know much about hygiene anyway, would you?” he teases with a smirk.

Eddie gasps.

“Are you implying trailer trash don't clean themselves?” he asks, eyes wide and offended.

“What? No!” The smile vanishes instantly from his face. “Of course not!” Steve scrambles to defend himself. But then, he cocks his hip and crosses his arms.

“You know what? No. I stand by it. Your hair needs proper care, not whatever 3 in 1 you treat it with,” he says.

“5 in 1,” Eddie corrects him smugly.

“Five?”

“Hair, body, face, beard and ass,” he lists on his fingers, earning himself a look of disgust from Steve.

“For that alone, you’re washing your hands again.”

Eddie knows he doesn't have to, but complies anyway. Whatever makes the big Henderson happy. And consecutively, the little Henderson. And somehow, Eddie himself.

By the time the sun starts setting, he’s gained some valuable culinary knowledge, including the fact that as a cook, he gets to taste the dishes all the time. His growing boy tummy is satiated with a stolen strip of bacon and one of the test fritters he’s munching on, when they hear the door unlock.

“I’m home!” a woman’s voice calls out. Eddie freezes.

“We’re just finishing dinner!” Steve calls back while the man next to him shrinks on himself, looking up at him and wondering why he isn’t being pushed into a closet like a secret paramour.

“Your mom is here?!” he seethes through his teeth, eyes jumping from Steve to the door.

“Well, yeah?” Steve raises an eyebrow. “She lives here?”

“But why am I here?!”

Was Steve this stupid or did he not grasp the severity of the situation?

“You’re cooking? Staying for dinner? Studying? The fuck do you mean man?” he answers, more or less matching his volume.

“Mothers hate me!” Eddie reminds him helpfully, making Steve only roll his eyes with a huff.

“Claudia likes you.”

“She never saw me,” he reminds him. Because as soon as any of the suburban moms caught a whiff of his metal vest, his dark clothes and long hair, he felt disgusted eyes on his back.

And when the Satanist drug dealer rumours reach them? Things only get worse.

“Dude-”

“Oh, hi boys!” A tired-looking blond woman enters the kitchen. Her smile doesn’t waver despite Eddie’s presence, meaning she must have seen some shit in her life. “You didn’t tell me we’ll have a guest today.”

Steve steps in before he can put his foot in his mouth, laying his big warm hand on his shoulder.

“Eddie finished his work early and wanted to help in the kitchen. Hope that’s alright.”

At the mere thought it wouldn’t be, Eddie’s stomach twisted.

“Of course! The more, the merrier!” Claudia smiled, still seemingly genuine, before stepping closer and extending her hand.

“Nice to finally meet you, Eddie. I’ve heard a lot about you from my boys.”

Steve’s hand is still on him squeezing minutely to remind him to shake Claudia’s hand.

“Likewise.” He smiles to his best ability, unable to remember the last time he was friendly with someone's parents. Except Gareth's, maybe.

“What did boys make?” she asks, sniffing the air and trying to peek over his shoulder.

“Tomato soup, like you asked, and some fritters.”

“With veggies, I hope?” She squints at her oldest (newest?) son.

“There’s corn in them, and we made a tomato sauce.” He smiled brightly and Eddie could tell he was happy to play the good kid role.

“Good. I’m gonna change and get back to you,” she says before disappearing upstairs, probably to harass the younger Henderson now.

“Why was she so nice?” Eddie muses, half to Steve, half to himself, half to the universe in general. Wait, that's three halves. Well, he didn’t fail school because of his great math skills.

“She's always nice.” Steve steps away to work on the next batch of fritters.

“Not to me! Mothers hate me! I bet she’s just pretending but as soon as I disappear, you're gonna hear all about it!”

“Hey!” Steve turns back towards him, frowning. And uh-oh, he upset him again. On his reverse-upset mission. “Claudia’s not some uptight bitch like that. She likes all our friends and you're not an exception. Just because you dress differently isn’t gonna ban you from the house or get us in trouble.” He knocks him on the head for good measure. “You’re safe here.”

“Okay,” Eddie simply says, taken aback. Being welcomed somewhere was a feeling he still had to process.

“We're safe here,” was a soft addition he almost missed over his own loud thoughts but made him even more curious about Steve himself.

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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Hey !

About stark reader and daemon, can you do one where they are drunk and tgey go to theire quarters and just straight up start dancing ?

Im talking about the twist and those wierd 50/60 moves and maybe they are singing and the fam wanders whats going on and when they peep throw the door

Merry christmas 🎄

Milk Punch

[Blurb V for the Stark!Reader Universe]

Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You were drunk out of your mind and your husband is loving every second of it.

Word Count: >800

Warnings: fem!reader, wife!reader, mentions of heavy drinking/drunkenness, daemon simp, heavily implied sexy times, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: lol merry new year i only got back to this now T_T but i hope it was worth the wait aslfhaslfhlashflaslfashf i did change a few things i hope thats ok im luv u nonnie this is set before they have kids so this gif is so large but who cares i love him look at him look at my evil meow meow i want him so bad also milk punch is apparently the older name or an older name of egg nog soooo the more you know Tagging: @deniixlovezelda @pinksirensong @targeryenmoony also the lovely @nyctophilic0vitnir i hope this will suffice for now since i have not gotten to writing your req yet Part IV

"Daor, daor," I slurred "nyke daor, daor, daor-"

Daemon grabs me, one hand on my waist the other on my cheek, saying something impressively long and eye-wideningly hard to understand in High Valyrian.

I burp in my mouth as the prince asks, "did you sneak yourself some wine?"

"Daor." No.

His narrowed eyes scrutinize my face, "did you drink milk punch?

"Daor."

Daemon sighs, knowing that was in fact, not true.

"Daor," I say.

"I didn't say anything."

"Daor..."

He sighs. 100% inebriated.

"Daor-"

"That the only thing you know, love?"

I sigh, relaxing fully against his arms. Daemon's eye widens when I begin to fall back. His hands quickly dart to my sides, propping me up, gathering me into his chest, "alright, that's enough."

I pout, brows knitting, "daor!"

He rolls his eyes, "if you can tell me--" he bends down. I squeak when he grabs me below my hind and throws me over his shoulder. Daemon huffs, beginning to walk off, "--another word in High Valyrian other than no, I'll let you drink to your heart's content, pup."

I hiccup, then sigh in pain due to the involuntary tightening of my chest and throat. I think for a long while as the sight of the table where a bunch of stuffy royals were seated quickly becomes smaller. I wave at Rhaenyra when she says good night.

"Last chance," Daemon says right before he reaches the door, "ȳdragon naejot nyke, ñuha jorrāelagon."

Speak to me, my love.

I think, "daor."

Daemon rolls his eyes, promptly exiting the dining hall.

When he sets me down, I'm shocked that we're in our chambers, "when did we get here?"

Daemon spins me around and begins to undo the laces on my back, "what do you mean? We never left our chambers."

"What?!" my jaw drops as I gasp. I move to turn to him, but he holds me back, muttering something incoherent in another language.

Daemon pulls my dress down and I step out of my dress, dashing across the room, throwing arms up in the air, making my thin shift dress flow with my movements. I begin to spin and giggle, stopping only because I begin to lose my balance and fear falling.

"What are you doing?" the man across me asks. When my line of sight is not so blurry, I blink twice and run towards him.

My husband's face contorts, he settles me on my feet, "that is not dancing, little girl."

"Easy!" he snaps, lunging forward to catch me before I face plant.

I look up at him, blowing back the dark streaks of my hair, reaching out to brush back his light ones with a grin, "dancing!"

I twist my face in offence, grabbing him by his waist to pull him towards me, "I'll have you know I'm the-" I cut myself off when I trip on Daemon's feet.

"Gods help us," he sighs, setting me back up.

I huff, tightening my grip on his clothes, "-premier dancer of the North."

Daemon rolls his eyes, hands slipping down to the small of my back. I begin to lead us into a slow dance and he steadily picks up on my movements. He says, "I do not doubt you, beloved," but I am uncertain if he doubted me.

I sigh, leaning my head onto his chest, "Cregan made fun of me whenever I danced. He said I was trying too hard to be a lady."

The sound of his hum echoes in my ear, "I can emasculate him," he mutters, hand coming up to my head, "castrate the only thing manly about that dog."

I close my eyes, sighing as I feel the combing of my hair.

"I'll make sure to make up for his loss by breeding plenty pups into my bride," he rests his chin on my head.

I spin myself in his grip then jump towards him, throwing my arms over his shoulders as I continue to lead us to the music in my head.

"Kepa," I mutter pulling away from him.

He grabs my hand, pulling me close to him, "what was that?"

"Did you just call me kepa, my lady?"

I purse my lips in thought.

"Kessa ao mazverdagon nyke iā kepa, jorrāelagon?" Daemon smirks.

Will you make me a father, love?

I yawn at the sound of the words I do not understand.

Daemon recoils, "you smell like you drink for sport."

I knit my brows, "I drank as much as you!"

"And that was your mistake."

Daemon pushes me back to spin me around. I do not enjoy it because I feel the sloshing of my stomach. I hold back the liquid that threatens up my throat.

Daemon snatches me forward, lips curved into a smirk, "you don't look so good."

"I want to go to bed."

His nostrils flare in amusement, "I agree."

I yelp softly when I am swept off my feet and carried to our bed. I tense from where I was sat down when Daemon walks away. I relax only when I realize he was only putting out the lights. When my husband walks back, I bite my lip in anticipation of his movements.

He catches this, lips quirking upward as he rids himself of his clothing. He tilts his head in thought, "does this excite you?"

I nod.

He licks his lips, "do you want to play then, wolf?"

I nod once more, shifting in my place so I could reach out to him.

Daemon walks forward, pushing my black locks back as he allows me to take over the task of undressing him. He hums, "such a sweet girl for her dragon."

I nod again, looking up at him.

He chuckles, "iksan jāre naejot qogralbar ao sīr qopsa."

I'm going to fuck you so hard.

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petals and peaches (II) | lance stroll

lance stroll x reader

wc: 7261 words

warnings: controlling relationship (not an f1 driver, oc), physical abuse, emotional abuse, eating disorder/not eating, smoking, SMUT, estie being the comedic relief

wildflowers and fruits (part i)

petals and peaches (part ii)

summer roses and winter strawberries (part iii)

carnations and clementines (part iv)

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He couldn’t breathe. In less than 5 hours, Lance had gone from hopeful to hopeless. He had left the venue, storming off to the lift with Mick and Charles, before a taxi ride in silence back to the hotel. His friends were trying to comfort him despite their own shock and sadness regarding your engagement. Pierre had even noticed a tear escape from Lando’s eye, his face mirroring that of a young child finding out about their parent’s divorce, confusion, anger and sadness all present as he questioned everything he had thought to be true in the world.

Lance had gone straight to his hotel room, ignoring his father’s calls, shoving his clothing and toiletries into his suitcase, not bothering to fold them. As he zipped it up, squashing it closed with his arm, his phone began to ring again. He went to hang up for a fifth time, not wanting to talk to his father, angry at him for the hand he had to play in this, starting the butterfly effect that lead to you being trapped with Harry. Lance could live with you not choosing him, it would hurt and he knew he would never move on, but he would survive. But you with Harry, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to make it through this, knowing you were in trouble.

Looking down at his phone, he was met with a picture of his sister, holding tightly to Daisy in her arms, pulling a funny face, Chloe’s name across the top of the screen.

“Hey, Chlo” Lance muttered. He assumed she had heard from someone what had happened, why else would she be calling him when she knew it was 3 am in Singapore?

“Hey Lance, I heard what happened. I am so sorry.” Chloe was the first person Lance had ever told about his infatuation towards you, sitting with his sister in an Italian restaurant after the third round of the F4 season, describing the kind-hearted, speed demon that was his teammate.

“What am I going to do, Chloe? I have nothing left, I truly lost my chance.” Lance had finally let himself utter his new reality, one where you never ended up as his, not his best friend, not his partner, not his wife one day.

“I know you don’t want to talk to Dad, I understand but he has a jet for you to go wherever you want before Suzuka. I would take it if I were you, escape and clear your head for a bit.” Chloe hoped her brother would take it and allow himself a tiny part of the joy he fully deserved.

“Ok. I’m coming home, Chlo. I miss you and Monaco right now. I need a Daisy hug too I think.” The siblings both chuckled at that, Lance allowing himself to smile, even just for a second.

“She is here actually, let me FaceTime you.” With that Lance’s screen changed, and a bright, smiling face with tiny little teeth appeared before him. “Say hi Uncle Lancey.” Chloe cooed to her daughter, as she gurgled and babbled as she reached for the screen showing Lance’s face.

“Cute little suit there Daisy, a good number too.” His niece in an Aston Martin green onesie with a big ‘18’ on the front. “She watched your whole race, Scotty did too. He is off training now though. But we are all so proud of you.”

“I am going to head to the airport, I will see you all soon.” Lance waved goodbye, putting on his best happy disguise for the little girl and hanging up.

He sighed as he stood from the bed, looking over the notifications he received throughout the duration of the call before his eyes fell on an important-looking email.

Lance swiped more tears from his eyes, turned his phone off, threw on his sweater, pulled the hood over his head and headed for the airport, avoiding the paparazzi that were lurking around, attempting to see the newly engaged couple.

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“You were such a good girl for me tonight, it looks like you finally learnt how to behave, hmmm?” Harry was towering over you as you lay on the bed beneath him, dress and heels still on from the event prior. Your makeup, however, had travelled down your face, staining as it went, washed by your tears. “You really didn’t think this was ending, did you? Me being engaged to the only female Formula 1 driver is the best business move I ever made. You are going to make me rich, sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek with force. Maybe it was the fact that you had been given a few too many celebratory glasses of champagne or because at that moment you were at rock bottom, but you bit back. “I thought you were already rich, isn’t that the point of a sponsor, you give me money, not the other way around?” You raised your eyebrow at him, feeling slightly more powerful than you had in a while before a sharp sting spread across your cheek.

“Don’t you fucking dare! Remember what happens when you get too cocky? You don’t want little Lance losing his-” Both of your heads jerked towards the hotel door, a knock echoing through the suite. “Clean your face up, I will answer it” With that Harry pulled himself off you and headed to the door, not bothering to fix his hair or tie, hoping the person knocking might get the hint and leave.

“Ah! Sebastian, Mrs Vettel! What a pleasant surprise!” Harry was a bit awe-struck standing in front of a 4-time world champion and F1 legend. “We just thought we would come around to celebrate our little one’s engagement,” Hanna said cheerily, however, her hand trembled within her husband’s grasp, fear soaking over them at the plan they had come up with. “She is like a daughter to me so it felt only right that I come and size up her partner, you know?” Seb clapped him on the shoulder, chuckling at the threat he had disguised as a joke. “I mean, it’s not just me, she has about 7 world champions that would make sure you never hurt her, HAHAHAHA!” Seb’s laugh was over the top and he was using all his energy to relax his jaw and look jovial. Harry chuckled back, trying his best not to show how the words rattled him.

“There she is!” Hanna said loudly, pulling you into a hug, hands clutching to you tighter than they ever had before. “Hey, sweetheart!” It was Seb’s turn to pull you into his arms and it took everything in both of you not to burst into tears again. “What are you guys doing here?” You asked, panic and happiness radiating through you. “Well, we have a little present for you, as part of your engagement.” Seb looked at Hanna. “I have planned a little girl's trip to Nice for us. I had a look and the wedding dress shops there are phenomenal and I know you always said you wanted me to be there when you got your dress.” You quirked your eyebrow slightly. You’d never once said that, in fact, the idea of wedding dress shopping stressed you out, but you knew what was happening. Your heart fluttered at the fact that they hadn’t given up on you, that they knew you didn’t want this.

“Oh my goodness, Hanna, you didn’t need to do that! I am so excited! How amazing is that, Harry?” You turned to him, the presence of the Vettels once again filling you with more confidence. “Oh, but that means I wouldn’t be with you. I don’t know if I could do that.” Harry half-joked, trying to signal with his eyes that he was unhappy with it. “Nonsense Harry, you and Peaches will have your whole lives to be together. Take it from a married man, you will regret not taking the peace and quiet while you can.” Seb chuckled in order to stop himself from throwing up, the misogynistic joke tasting like cough syrup in his throat, but he knew his target audience well. “Ok, but only for a few days,” Harry said, sighing.

“We’ll wait here, Blossom, go and grab your luggage, I even got us a private jet,” Seb explained, resting against the doorframe, allowing him to see into the bedroom where your bags would be. You quickly threw everything in, watching as Harry silently stalked you around the room, trying to find an area where Seb couldn’t see him but it was no luck. “I will see you later, honey!” You gave Harry a kiss on the cheek while Seb grabbed your bags and off you went, the Vettels flanking you as you walked down the hallway.

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You had passed out from exhaustion as soon as you got on the plane, your body realising that you were finally safe and making up for the 3 months of lost sleep. When you awoke, a warm glow was coming through a curtain and your body was wrapped in a fluffy duvet. You shot up, not knowing where you were, your survival instinct kicking in. You froze, listening as you heard voices softly chatting in another room. You hopped out of the bed, making your way to the mirror, your make-up was off, no doubt thanks to Hanna and you had been put into your pyjamas, a pair of long pink polka dot pants and an old Schumacher championship shirt. Your eye was looking rather purple but you didn’t care right now.

As you opened the bedroom door, following the voices, you were greeted with a pleasant surprise. Walking into the living area you were met with your loved ones. Seb and Hanna were in the kitchen, cutting up some cheese and placing crackers on a board. Mick was attempting to help but was being shooed away by the Vettels who were telling him to relax. Charles and Pierre were sitting on the couch playing Xbox, trying to smack-talk each other. Esteban and Lando were watching, standing behind the couch, telling the boys to ‘go to that one’, ‘shoot it, shoot it!’. You looked over to the balcony, the door was open, letting the beige linen curtain dance in the wind. As it moved you could see Lance, leaning against the railing, staring out at what you recognised as the Yacht Club of Monaco. Well, this wasn’t Nice.

“This is definitely not Nice, Hanna.” Everyone in the room turned to you, smiles dropping as they took in the purple spot around your left eye. “Good morning!” Seb wrapped his arms around you, holding you longer than he ever had. “How are you feeling?” He asked, holding you at arm’s length, looking you over, trying to pay as little attention as possible to the bruises forming on your skin. “I feel the best I have in a long time, thank you.” You smiled warmly, looking up at him.

“You slept for like, 18 hours straight, ma marguerite,” Charles said, pulling you from Seb into a hug. You could feel his body relax as he held you and you realised how worried your friends were for you. “I think we all should talk,” you said. “Can I make us all some tea first though?” you asked, knowing that the favour wouldn’t make up for the shit show that was abandoning them all but nevertheless felt like a start.

After everyone had flowed into the dining room, finding a seat at the long table, you got to work putting the kettle to boil. As you moved around, grabbing tea bags and sugar, you heard footsteps. Spinning around, you were face to face with Lance who was leaning on the kitchen counter. “I like your shirt,” he said, pointing and chuckling. You looked down at it while attempting to smooth the creases. “Thanks, me too” you chuckled back. All you could do was stare at him, he was wearing a pair of grey tracksuit pants and a white t-shirt and with the glow of the Monaco sunshine behind him, he looked like an angel. He was an angel, a guardian angel that you just might let save you this time around.

“Would you like to, um, maybe have dinner with me tonight? Like just the two of us?” Lance scratched the back of his neck, looking down at the countertop. You felt your facial muscles instinctively lift. “I would love that but considering Harry doesn’t know I am in Monaco I don’t think getting spotted by the fans or the media is the best idea”. You genuinely wanted to say yes, sit across from him under candlelight while you both quietly whispered imaginary stories about passers-by to each other, just like you used to, his hand perched on your knee, rubbing calm circles with his thumb.

“Well you’re in luck, my mother always insisted I knew how to cook homemade pasta in case I ever needed to impress a pretty girl and it seems today is the day.” It was hard for you to ignore the way your cheeks heated, a feeling you had missed. “You have yourself a deal, 18” and with that, you extended your hand across the counter to shake his jokingly.

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“Je m'en fous, Charles ! Je vais le tuer. Couper la conduite de frein de sa voiture ou tenir sa tête sous l'eau de cette fontaine stupide et odieuse chez lui.” (I don't care, Charles! I am going to kill him. Cut the brake line on his car or hold his head under the water of that stupid, obnoxious fountain at his house.) Pierre had stood from his seat at the table, having enough of Charles trying to calm him down. “Ich kann das nicht glauben, Hanna.” (I cannot believe this, Hanna) Seb was at a loss, feeling as if he might throw up any moment.

“Guys! English, please. I can’t understand you at all.” You were shaking from your explanation. You knew telling them would hurt more than living the last 3 months of your life. While everyone continued to discuss and process the revelation, you felt a hand appear on your knee, a soft squeeze and circles being traced upon your pyjama pants. You looked up to see Lance, who was looking across the table at Mick and discussing a plan of action.

A sense of nostalgia flooded over you and at that moment you felt like you were all younger again, back in the junior categories, sitting around a large table on race weekends, the novelty of travelling not yet lost on you all as you played card games, drank soda and stayed up later than you should after races, every weekend feeling much like a sleepover. It felt nostalgic because you knew that you had looked at Lance like this at age 14 and here you were, 10 years later, still looking at him with the same sense of admiration and love. Unbeknownst to you, Seb and Hanna had stopped to watch, allowing the view of young love to wash away their sadness for a second. No one in the room, well except for Mick and Esteban who had sworn to secrecy, knew still about your relationship that was ripped away from you. But the Vettels knew young love, they had also met at 14 and recognised the glances from themselves years prior.

“I don’t know if I am even allowed to speak about this,” Lance started, the rest of the room dropping silent and turning to him, subconsciously understanding the importance of his words. “My father mentioned that something was happening behind closed doors in regard to Harry. I don’t have any more details than that but it sounded bad for him. Maybe we should wait and see what he says. Can you wait? Will you be alright?” Lance shifted his gaze from the group to look down at you sitting next to him.

You were terrified, and the idea of having to go back to Harry scared you but the look in Lance’s eyes told you that he wasn’t letting you get away so easily this time. “As long as you all save me before October 15, I can wait.” You smiled at Lance before extending that smile to everyone. “Did you have any control over the guest list?” Esteban muttered, again focusing on a rather unnecessary topic. You shook your head, thinking back to how he selected who should be there. The only reason Lance got an invite was because of the sponsorship. “Ok good. Because I didn’t even get invited.” You laughed, a full-bellied, closed-eyes laugh at his response. You weren’t sure why, it wasn’t that funny but it felt good to be around everyone and the laughter felt like sunshine surrounding you.

You all chatted for a while before people started to excuse themselves, promising to be back tomorrow around lunch. It was Mick, Lance and yourself who were left before Mick was standing up and hugged you goodbye. “Is this your place?” You were surprised, you had assumed it was a hotel or the Vettels. You knew it wasn’t Scotty and Chloe’s place where you and Lance usually stayed when you visited Monaco. He finally got his apartment here, it made you smile.

“Penne Alla Vodka still your favourite?” He glanced at you from the pantry. Your coy smile returned again knowing that he remembered your favourite pasta. He smiled back and nodded, taking your smile as an answer. “Can I help with anything?” You felt a bit useless just sitting at the kitchen counter watching him cook for you.

“Actually yes you can. I have a little wine cellar cupboard down the hallway, can you go and grab one you like for me, please?” Lance smirked at you, knowing that the task he gave you wasn’t at all strenuous or helpful in making the pasta. You sighed and shook your head before standing up and walking down a hallway you hadn’t seen until now.

As you left the kitchen, you saw that the hallway was lined with photo frames. As you walked, you paid close attention to them.

Lance sitting on the tyre of his Williams car before his first season in Formula 1.

Lance winning his first race in karting, his Tony Kart suit swamping him.

Scotty, Chloe, Lawrence, Claire-Anne and Lance together at his sister’s wedding.

Yourself and Lance at your first FIA gala, leaning into each other at the table, toothy grins on your faces and silly peace signs being shown.

Lance, Esteban, Mick, Callum, Marcus and yourself sitting around a table playing Uno at a Ferrari Driver Academy training camp.

Little Daisy, his niece and your god-daughter, falling asleep in his arms the first time he met her, you sitting on the back of the couch, looking at them in awe.

You stopped at a picture right before the wine cellar, the butterflies erupting inside you. It was a picture of mostly the Canadian snowscape, pine trees and snowy mountains but in the corner, you were decked out in a snow jacket, boots, beanie and gloves. It took you a moment to place it but you remembered that trip for your 17th birthday. Lance had taken you to Canada and you had stayed in a quaint cabin. You had both drunk way too much wine and ended up in Lance’s bed together, confessions of love spilling out of your lips as you shared your first time with each other. It ended in both of you agreeing that it would be too complicated to date a fellow driver and so you both squished your feelings down low, dating other people. The picture held a weird sense of youthful excitement and a sense of sadness at what could have been if you had decided to get together then.

“Etno Rossa?” You questioned, holding up the bottle to Lance who was stirring the pasta on the stove. “God you are good. Perfect!” He took the bottle, opened it and poured a rather large glass for each of you. You weren’t going to complain, in fact, you thought you both deserved it.

You had sat at the table, eating pasta and drinking wine. Lance was scared that things might feel weird or different, but they didn’t and he was thankful. Thankful that you hadn’t become a person he didn’t recognise. Thankful that Harry hadn’t taken away everything that was pure and good in your heart and soul. “I am going to get us another bottle” Lance had said, quickly getting up and almost sprinting down the hall, not wanting to be away from you for a second longer. He came running back, sliding along the wood floors, bottle in hand with a focused look on his face, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he drifted along. You laughed and clapped for him, impressed that he stuck his landing as he poured some more for you.

After 2 bottles of wine between you, you were both ready for bed. “Do you mind if I have a shower?” Lance gulped, trying to keep the image out of his head out of respect. “Of course, Petal. It is this door here, there are towels in there. If you need anything though, this is my room here” he said, pointing down the main hallway to the left. “Thank you so much, goodnight Lance.” You propped yourself on your tippy toes and wrapped your arms around his neck for a hug. He held you back and you knew neither of you wanted to move. You pulled away first, muttering a goodnight before heading into the bathroom.

As the warm water fell over your face, you thought about Lance. You thought about how you had never gotten the chance to say sorry for breaking up with him via a letter in his driver’s room. An envelope addressed to him with a kiss of your red lipstick on it, containing your short letter of how you had to leave him, confessing that he was too good for you and he would be better off without you. You hadn’t lied but you knew he was heartbroken.

Drying yourself off, you put on a fresh pair of pyjamas you had found in your bag while hyping yourself up to apologise. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to say sorry to him, apologise a million times for the way he got roped into all this but apologising meant that he had the chance to say it was for the best or that he didn’t want you again. It felt all too real now.

Lance jumped out of bed at the knock on his door, his heart racing that you might not be ok. Seb had warned him that you may experience nightmares or have trouble sleeping, a common side-effect of the situation you'd been placed in.

“Are you alright?” he said as soon as the door flung open, making you jump slightly in place. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He mentally smacked himself. “Yeah, I uh, I actually just wanted to apologise to you, Lance.” Your eyes met the floor, unable to look at him. “No, that's ok, you don’t have to.”

“No, but I do. I left you with a note that didn’t even explain what was going on and then you had to see me turn up to the next race with Harry of all people by my side. You were never once rude to me, you defended me still to the media and you looked out for me. That was so sweet of you and I owe you an apology. I am so sorry Lance. I didn’t want to do it. I never did.” He studied your face, an apologetic smile on his.

“Can I ask you something?” He was nervous again. “Of course, anything.”

“Why did you do it? I mean obviously, he is a controlling…” He let out a sigh to calm himself. “He is an awful person but why did you decide to date him, why didn’t you try and tell someone? I am not blaming you, I never could, but I just need to know.” He grabbed your hands in his to hold them gently. “He threatened that you’d lose your seat, he said he has control over the team lineup next year and he knew that you were my biggest weakness. I had to protect you.” Your voice cracked at the end and your hands broke from his to wipe at your eyes quickly.

When you looked back up at him, he was smiling softly, studying your face. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back up again. Before you both could think about it, his hands were on your waist, pulling you into his chest and your arms were wrapped around his neck, your lips meeting in the middle.

Despite the haste to connect to each other, the kiss was slow and passionate, Lance bringing a hand up to hold your jaw softly. You thought for a second about the fact that you had a fiance and that he wasn’t the man you were kissing right now but you felt no guilt. The man you were kissing right at this moment was who you had always loved and who you wanted to marry one day instead.

You both broke apart with a gasp, filling your lungs with the oxygen they had been missing, resting your foreheads together. Lance chuckled to himself, unable to believe that he had you in his arms again. “God, I have missed you,” he said softly into your ear as he kissed your neck softly over and over again. “Lance, I have thought about this every day, dreaming that I would get to do this again.”

You let your head fall back, exposing more of your neck to him, a soft moan escaping from your lips as he found the spot he knew you liked. Lance groaned back, hearing the sweet sound he was able to elicit from you. “Jump” was all he said and you did just that. He carried you over to his bed, laying you down gently before almost taking a step back to take you in.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” You grabbed his hand pulling him back onto you, his hands catching him on either side of your head as he lay over you, careful to put no wait on your healing body.

Your lips locked again but this time you both weren’t taking it slow. Lance softly bit down on your lip, a moan parting your lips for his tongue. You held onto his cheeks, wanting to feel as much of him at once.

His kisses trailed down your face to your neck. Lance had always been happy to pepper your skin in soft love bites but you could sense his concern now, not wishing to purple anymore of your skin, being gentle with you.

Your hands found the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head, quickly breaking your kiss before throwing it to the side. It was your turn to be on top, you thought, quickly flipping you both over so that you were straddling him now.

“I forget how strong you are sometimes.” Lance let his hands rest on your hips as you ducked down to repay the favour, kissing and sucking the skin along his neck before dipping to run kisses down his sternum and abs. You could feel the muscle contract under you as you went and you felt your core heat at the feeling. You sat up again and looked at Lance, his breath heavy. His hands danced at your shirt hem, silently asking permission. You nodded.

“My god, you are so fucking gorgeous.” His hands travelled up and down your sides and he found himself mesmerized by you, the moonlight making you glow. “Can I… can I touch you, ma fleur? I want to make you feel good.” “Please, please touch me, Lance.” It had been three months since you had been pleasured and while Harry fucked you nearly every night, you couldn’t remember the last time you had your own release or even felt any joy while in bed.

“Lay back and let me take care of you.”

Lance trailed down your chest, kissing and sucking each breast as he went. You were unable to hold yourself together any longer, a string of moans leaving your mouth, your fingers tangled in his long hair as his tongue flicked over your nipple.

“You’re so sensitive to my touch, angel. So good.” The praise was new for you again and it went straight to your pussy. “I want to taste you, Mon Ange.” Lance was kneeling on the floor in between your legs and just the sight alone made you see stars.

“Please, I need your mouth on me, Lance.” He moaned back, making short work of your pyjama pants. As you lay there, finally naked again in front of Lance, your cheeks began to heat and the embarrassment of how your body looked now overtook you. Lance noticed you close in on yourself and was right back up beside your face before you could blink.

“Hey, hey. Are you ok? Do you want me to stop? We can stop right now, at any time, I promise.” He cooed softly to you, wiping some strands of hair away from the sweat that had started to form on your face from the weather and from the way Lance had been kissing you.

“No, I don’t want to. I Just… I know I look different and I’m sorry.” You looked up into his eyes, an apologetic smile on your face. You couldn’t deny it, the way your collarbones now protruded from your skin and your hips had lost their fullness, you were a complete 180 to how Lance had seen you on your last final night together.

“Hey Petal, that is ok that you look different. You have been through so much and with that your body has changed. However, I have never looked at you once in 10 years and thought that you looked anything other than breathtaking, even now.” His words moved you and you grabbed his jaw, showing him the importance of his words through a scorching kiss. “Thank you.”

Lance trailed back down your body before hooking your legs over his shoulders, kissing your inner thighs up to where you needed him the most. Before you could even beg, his tongue was on you, soft kitten licks making you inhale sharply, throwing your head back against the pillow.

“You taste like heaven,” was all Lance muttered as he continued to fuck his tongue into you, his nose rubbing over your clit, evoking growing moans from you. Lance was eating you like a starved man and you guessed that in a way you both were starved from this. Looking down at him, you made eye contact and just the look in his eyes made you nearly unravel right there. He had made you a mess, as he always had but there was no lust inside you. When you looked at him, butterflies erupted in the very pit of your stomach and all you could do was breathe his name out.

“I want you to say my name like that again. Please.” His cool breath against you was all you needed to say it again, the word repeatedly tumbling louder and louder from your mouth as he brought you closer. “That’s it, good girl. You sound like a dream. Come for me. Want to see you cum.” Lance was as breathless as you and you knew you were so close. His hands gripped onto your hips tighter but never hurt you, he would never hurt you.

“Oh my god, Lance, I’m… I am going to come,” was all you could get out in between your flurry of moans and whimpers. “I’ve got you, let go.” And that was all it took. With that, your head dug into the mattress, your eyes rolled back and Lance grabbed our right hand, thumbing small circles on it as you came. H helped you ride your orgasm, soft licks to you before you were squirming.

Lance came back to lie beside you, stroking your hair and kissing your lips softly. “I don’t think I can ever get over you, Princesse,” he said, smiling down at you, his stubble and lips glowing under the moonlight and it made your core begin to tighten again. “That was amazing, thank you so much.” With that you sat up, dropping to your knees in front of Lance.

He chuckled and for a second, your heart sank, had you gotten it all wrong? He didn’t actually want you? He saw your face drop and he reached down, two fingers pushing your chin up to look at him. “We can worry about me later. It’s all about you right now.” Your smile returned before he pulled you up, lying you back down again.

You watched as he stripped his pants off, finally matching your level of undress. You had to stare, you didn’t know when you’d get to see this again and you didn’t want to take any chances. He wasn’t as tall as Harry, but he was substantially taller than you. You used to tease him when you first met as you were just taller than him back then but he caught up and surpassed you quickly. He had let his hair grow out a bit more this season and it reminded you of watching him race in 2020, a pastel pink suit and luscious hair as he stood on the podium twice that year, you watching him from below, Prema shirt adorning your body.

He was ripped, there was no denying it. You all had to be, it came with the job but it was an added perk. His skin was not as tan as you remembered it but we all hadn’t been getting to sunny destinations as much as the season grew closer to Abu Dhabi.

“Lift your hips up for me, mon amour.” His request pulled you from your thoughts and you complied, feeling one of his silk pillows come to support you. “Are you ready?” and you nodded, pulling him down to kiss you again.

“You tell me if you want to stop at any time and we do ok? No questions asked.” He kissed your jaw as he whispered in your ear. You nodded again, already feeling too dazed to answer.

Lance lined himself up with your slip, his lip between his teeth as he tried to compose himself. He was slow and gentle despite the way he looked like he needed all of you at once. “Merde” was all he hissed as he bottomed out, bending down again to kiss your cheeks over and over, giving you time to adjust.

“Lance, please move, please, I need you.” That was all it took for Lance to begin thrusting into you, the sound of skin slapping and both of your moans filling the otherwise quiet room. Your nails dug into Lance’s back, trying to keep yourself grounded. He groaned at the sensation and picked up his pace, strands of hair falling near his eyes from the momentum.

You don’t think you had ever felt so good and so beautiful than in that moment, your cheeks were flushed, your eyes fluttering shut and your hands gripping at any part of Lance’s skin you could find. And then it all stopped. You opened your eyes to find him looking over you, chest heaving as he looked at you with so much admiration.

“Why did you stop?” “Just… let me look at you.”

Just like you, he was taking in everything, worried that he may never get to do this again. You both pushed the thought from your mind as he started again, leaning over you this time, your legs wrapped around his toned waist as you brought each other closer to orgasm.

“All yours. Only yours.” The phrase fell too easily from your lips and Lance moaned loudly at it. “I know baby, I know. You’re all mine, always have been.”

His pace was unrelenting and you could feel yourself falling apart more and more. His words were like magic on you and his praise made up for your lack of talking after the last few months. Every breathy gasp, every throaty moan and every mention of your name from his tongue was like pure gold.

Lance felt the same, looking down at you, he felt his heart swell as your cheeks flushed and lips parted so beautifully to make way for your pleasure to be voiced. His hands were laced in yours, pinning them just above your shoulders as he thrust into you.

His hips began to stutter, not from exhaustion, he could never tire of you below him, making the sounds that you were but because he knew his orgasm was only moments away.

“God, you feel so good around me. I’m getting so close, baby.”

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so bad, Lance. I am never leaving you again. Please baby, please.” Your mind was intoxicated on him and it had loosened your lips, all the things you had to keep inside for so long, coming out.

“Darling, you have… fuck, you have no idea. You’re the only thing I think about at night when I am alone in my hotel room, you are my only release.” The brutal honesty may have seemed over the top or too much but for both of you, it was the confirmation that you were meant to be. That all those years of friendship, of pining, had meant to lead you here, to each other’s arms and hearts.

“I’m really close, angel. Where do you… where - fuck!” He wanted to come inside of you, the animal part of his brain wanted to claim you as his own, send a signal to Harry that he only temporarily had you, that you had always still belonged to Lance. But the only thing that Lance wanted more was for you to feel good and so he asked and would never force you into anything, he knew you had been for 3 months and he never wanted to be like Harry.

“In me, I want you to come in me, Lance. Please!” Your eyes were watery, the pleasure becoming too much and you knew you needed him. It seemed like the rawest form of intimacy and that is all you ever wanted with him. Harry never had the privilege and Lance was the only one who ever would.

“Marry me, please - oh fuck - marry me, ma belle.” “I will, I will, I promise. Fuck, Lance, I’m going to-” and before you could finish your sentence, you were seeing stars and high-pitched moans leaving your lips and you could feel Lance riding out his orgasm, moaning your name over and over.

He came to lay softly over you, still inside you, pressing small kisses over your face again and again until you knew there wasn’t a square centimetre that hadn’t been touched by his puffy lips.

“You were so good, blossom. So good for me. Are you alright?” He was stroking your hair, looking down on you like you hung the moon in the sky every night. “I am so much more than alright. Thank you. You were amazing, you are amazing.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, eh?” you giggled as his Canadian accent became more prominent. It always had when you were together when he was his most relaxed.

Lance watched as you relaxed, your eyes fluttering closed and your body melting into the mattress. He left to the bathroom, turning on the water before coming back to you. He placed an arm around your shoulders and an arm under your knees, hoisting you up, carrying you bridal style to the shower. He set you down, making sure you were steady on your feet before grabbing a handful of soap and washing you. You stood there, completely still, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of someone looking after you. He massaged your shoulders before washing your arms, breasts, stomach and legs, carefully avoiding every sore spot on your body.

Your eyes fluttered open at the loss of touch, Lance guiding you under the water to rinse you. As he reached for his shampoo, you stopped him, reaching your hand out expectantly. He sighed and handed it over to you. You reached up to Lance’s hair, before depositing the shampoo on it, pulling a face as you had to quickly stop it from running into his eyes. He chuckled at you and pulled you closer as he watched you concentrate on lathering his hair. You giggled to yourself as you made it into a mohawk before trying to recreate Elvis’ iconic hairstyle.

Lance was exhausted from the last few days but he would have stood there all night, or morning, he didn’t know what the time was, if he got to watch you smile to yourself at your antics.

“Did you mean it?” You said calmly as you finished washing his shampoo out.

“Mean what?” Lance had a suspicion but wanted to be sure before making a fool of himself.

“Marrying you.” You laid your head on his chest, letting your finger trail over his freckles, giving you an excuse not to stare into his eyes. The warm water enveloping you both in that moment together. After a few beats of silence, you looked up at him, a look of expectancy on your face. You had read his silence as rejection when it was really composure.

“Yes. I mean every bit of it.” He kissed you on the forehead tenderly. “I guess young boys don’t really think about marriage or their soul mate or even love that much but I still remember when I knew. It was Mugello I think, I was really down because I hadn’t managed to put it on pole all weekend for the first time that year and you tried to cheer me up all weekend. We had gotten rained out for the first race and it was cancelled and everyone was just so down but you went back to the trailer and dragged out those silly little drift karts you had gotten for your birthday. We reeked so much havoc that day, you, Robert and I just speeding down the paddock. René was chasing after us yelling for us not to get hurt and we got back to the trailer we were absolutely soaked from flicking puddles at each other with our wheels. We couldn’t stop laughing and I remember looking over at you.” He stopped and shook his head, smiling.

“You were standing outside the trailer, squeezing the water out of your hair, your suit was around your waist, soaked and René was jokingly scolding you and your laughter just sounded like the most beautiful music I had ever heard. I guess that was when I knew I was going to marry you. I still am going to marry you.” You reached up and kissed him tenderly.

“Take me to bed, my love. I want to lie in your arms and pretend that everything is ok for a while.”

“Anything for you, ma rose.”

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part 3 will be out soon

a huge thank you to @tinydancerjj for all her hype on this! she is the bestest <3

#lance stroll #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x y/n #lance stroll x you #lance stroll angst #lance stroll smut #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic

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lemongogo · 6 months

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have u evr thoight abt livio and vash together (not romantically like in a found family way) post trimax bc i think about it a Lot

evvery day of my goddamn life . i think about them.every second of eveyr minute. LIKE ALL THE TIMEEE !! THEY ARE SOOO SPECIAL TO MEE

anyone whos been following me for a while knows i LOVEEEE imperfect , tense relationships . be them familial, romantic , platonic , etc . i love when two people have to work around each other and come to a common understanding . i like when their experiences are so wholly different that it bleeds into who they are and how they navigate the world . i like when the communication is faulty at best , messy . unpracticed . post-trimax and even post wolfwood death livio + vash consumes me @ my core . its been a while since ive read the manga so im probably very incorrect at reading their dynamics and have instead substituted it for my own fanon, but i like viewing their relationship to one another as something (initially) strained and (initially) distanced. you have these two people , effectively strangers to one another, bound by a common person who is no longer there. who ultimately understand the direction theyre headed in and whats required of them, but feeling so out of place by either their own internal struggles or by the pressure of the world around them . livio deals with the turmoil of what his and razlo’s involvement in nicholas’ death means . vash is left to bury his friend alone and spend the coming days alongside the man who’d killed him. and yet, vash, due to the nature of his cause and love for humanity, forgives him. cooks for him. and livio and razlo learn to let themselves be forgiven. to grow from past traumas and feel deserving of good things. its not an easy path for either of them, but they do it. for themselves, for each other, for meryl, millie, for chronica and her sisters, for humans ^__^! for nicholas!!! and its soo .. GOOD.. ITS SOO HEARTY TO MEE .. the way that vash and livio so openly struggle in the chapters following ch.65, but ultimately learn to come to terms with the idea of loss, of responsibility, love, community, etc. I KNOW U R TALKING ABT POST TRIMAX HELP MEE but i like how trigun so succinctly sets up this foundation for them to beee .. close in the way i’d like to imagine. i just lovee .. the bond they wld share in having both loved / cared for nicholas . and how that gave them resolvee !! how that gave them cause for action . motivation or determination if u will. they r so bound by loss and so inextricably changed by it that when i think of them post-trimax, i think of them like two wilted weeds that have grown thru the sidewalk crack , together . they are damaged , incomplete . unsure of so many tjings , but they r ……. MY GODDDDDDD !!!sry its like . man . MANN… kiryu gif of him punching the table . MAKE ME CRAZYYYYY . in a post trimax world , they are so emotionally linked . TO MEE .. IN MY LITTLE WORLD .. they mean more to each other than words can describe . and pains me in a sense to know that .. there will be a time where livio, razlo, and vash know each other more than they ever had the chance of knowing nicholas. and i think that so bittersweet . and special. I LOVEE IT . they give me very like .. silent affirmation , comfort through physical presence kind of warmth . like they dont have to say anything to know what they mean to each other and thats ok ^__^!

my favorite & i mean FAVORITEEEE PAGE!!! is the one in which they talk atop the building before their final battle and share their sorrows indirectly. LIKE THTS SOMETHIG AB THEM THAT DRIVES ME CRAZYYY!! the fact that both of them cannot refer to nicholas by name . its He. Him. That event , you know the One . they recognize parts of themselves in each other

LIKE I KEEP THIS SC ON MEEE . ALL THE TJME BC I LOVE IT SO MUCH. IVE PROBABLY POSTED IT A MILLION TIMES BY NOWW

“when you are linked by something so strong in your hearts, it doesnt need to be said anymore” U R FUCKIG KIDDDING MEEEEEEEE . i lvoe thm godd . T___T

#vash #livio #trigun #trigun maximum #asktag #anonymous #trigun spoilers

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ok some thoughts about the hnk ending now that ive sat with it a little

i think ultimately i am satisfied with phos' ending. theyre among people who are happy just having them around, who have no expectations or ulterior motives—just pure, unconditional friendship. no one's ever offered that to them before. and yes, one day theyll break away entirely, and one day brother will shut down, but thats ok. it doesn't need to last forever. the cycle doesn't have to repeat. the process that lead to all of the pain they were put through isnt going to be renewed.

however, where i feel like things are lacking is in regards to the side characters—pretty much every interpersonal conflict with the gems was never really resolved? like on one hand i think the ambiguity is kind of okay, since i don't think we were ever supposed to see them becoming lunarians as a unanimously happy thing (like, padparadscha is still emotionally distant from rutile, the diamonds are estranged more or less for good, and i think these were left unresolved on purpose)—but on the other hand i feel like a lot of it was just dropped, and there were some things that really should have played out on the page (i am thinking especially of welegato, ghost, and aechmea here). and while i feel like phos agreeing to pray and make them all disappear made sense from an in character perspective, it felt a bit lacking in... vindication? im not sure if thats the right word for it, but emotionally, i felt unsatisfied. aechmea just getting everything he wanted in the end felt kind of lame since he was very much set up as a villain, or at the very least a shithead. i wonder if certain plans ichikawa may have had were changed on the fly, resulting in some of these threads feeling like they were sped through or dropped entirely.

i think one of houseki no kuni's major themes is breaking cycles—and chapter 108 definitely feels like it satisfies this theme, giving us the hope that somewhere out there, these little rocks will do better than the gems, the lunarians, and humanity did. and i think with the direction the manga ended up taking, im not upset with this ending. but i also do kind of wish things had gone a bit differently in regards to a lot of the side characters' arcs, and i think if those had been given the same attention they were given in the early manga, what we could have gotten would have been really amazing. i don't have a super satisfying conclusion to this post either, unfortunately. but i enjoyed the ride regardless.

#tantrum hole #houseki no kuni #hnk spoilers #i hopped on the manga roughly during the night raid arc and i have not once regretted it #even if im kind of ambivalent about this ending overall

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@ so2uv's sappy time.

end of the year. ive survived and that's scary but you know what? it'll be fine. we'll all be fine and im promising that; whether it be this year, the next, or far in the future, we'll be ok :)) it's stupid how this platform, one that my friends teased me for using, left such an impact on me as a person.

AKA. MY END OF YEAR MUTUAL APPRECIATION POST. (warning: these got long and sort emotional for me to write. well, as emotional as i can get fjkdhgkjfd. sorry if my coherence gets lost later on. forgive me if you weren't mentioned specifically for something; i have more mutuals that expected. it's genuinely surprising.)

if you weren't mentioned specifically, there's still a note for you at the bottom. sorry for making you scroll for long to find it :'DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @tiredsleep . . . the mutual who has stuck through it all. oh tired. tired, tired, tired. i think im a little stupid for how happy i get when you like a post or send an ask or keyboard smash in my reblogs. a lot of what i said in my long ask to you a while back is what im trying to convey now. the way we met wasn't through much special; i followed you and eventually you followed back. it was slow going in the ways we interacted but the nicest things take time and im so glad we're the way we are now. we're strangers, two little guys on the internet, and i think it's beautiful how we have this. you're an amazing writer, an all around amazing creator of the worlds you build and the characters you create. i don't think you realized how envious i used to be of you; you made it seem like it was easy enough for you to connect with others, your writing was something id never achieve with mine, it was flat out jealousy. it was my fault we were distant to begin with. i soon figured out that praise was correct: you are among the most wonderful people ive had the pleasure of knowing and talking to you, even if it's just through a screen. there's so much more for me to say that i constantly struggle to put into the correct words to get the point across. just know that you have great things out there for you. have a great new year, tired. we'll make it. im so proud of you.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @aelatus . . . the last standing mutual of all my og (close) mutuals. hello atlas! im not sure if you'll ever see this on tumblr since i know you don't log on much but you've been my mutual through three blog changes now; was there for my xstar-kidx era and kozmiixs stage. we've been through shit together, had banter about grammarly together, lost certain mutuals together, have changed blogs, changed themes, switched fandoms, fell out of love with fandoms. it's been a wild couple of years, huh? im so thankful we've met and got close in the ways that we did and that we're able to call each others close. your birthday is soon so in the case that i forget to say this on discord: happy birthday, the xiao to my albedo. live a life of freedom and joy, my love /p.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @izukxnnie . . . hara :((( i don't think you'll ever come to read this message but that's alright; maybe it's for the better kdfgh. i know i sent you that long winded ask on your blog already but i miss talking and interacting with you, even with all my awkwardness. im still so regretful of that one time i sent a request to join your world but then you were busy and i didn't read your messages until later that day as in hours later bc i was at school and idk if i ever responded to them in the end. maybe i'll send you a message on discord later. maybe i won't bc i'll be too sentimental. i really hope you're doing more than well, that you're happy doing what you do.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ay-asterisms . . . the mutual who introduced me to so many others. i really have you to thank for what i have now, ay. truly. you brought me deeper into the hq fandom and introduced me to jennie, atlas, and others. we don't talk much but i'll say what ive mentioned before, you remind me so much of the sun. but not as the bringer of life and the ball we see every morning; a sun in the sense that you're a star closer to earth but still a star, still out there where there are multiple. the difference is that you just happen to bring a warmth that others can't provide for ones nearby.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @cryo-locket / @lo-cinno . . . you. im not even sure how we became mutuals, and my memory is pretty good. we just spawned in each other's zones one day and went yeah, alright. honestly, ive never said this to anyone, but you were one of the reasons i decided to focus more heavily on chinese. our interactions reminded me of why i wanted to relearn the language for myself: for the social connections. i genuinely love talking to you and always find myself laughing at our conversations. mainly because our timezone dif is so odd so it's always late in the evening when im on. your ebg was so fun and with all the pain it brought / hj, im so happy to have been part of it. thank you for putting up with my 2 am rambles and crack, hope you found laugh or two with them.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @pr3tty-jennie . . . you intimidated me when we first met. i still remember it actually: you had that kamninari theme and the most recent post on your blog was about how you couldn't remember the word for chandelier in english but knew it in french. you've been through so much, endured so much, and i respect you so much. always have, always will. your life story and the past don't define who you show as a person and im so amazed by that part of you. have a good day, good week, good rest of your life pretty girl :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @june-again . . . it's crazy, you know? crazy how far we've both drifted off from the original fandom that brought us together? but that's character development. speaking of that, ive gotten the absolute pleasure of seeing you grow as a person and go through the motions of life. it's always chill talking to you, jokes come easy hah! you're an amazing musician, june. amazing person, amazing at writing, amazing at music; you're outstanding so in the words of Freddy fazbear from security break, way to go superstar! i knew you could do it and i know you still can.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @junjiie . . . the seungmin to my minho, the other half of 2min, the self proclaimed jeno to my renjun (have yet to be a dreamzen my b :(() and the no. 1 solieber. i was serious when i said you're the reason my other blog exists; you've been the biggest hype person when it came down to me going out of my comfort zone and writing. i was so nervous going up to talk to you at first kjfdhgkj but now, you're just another silly guy in my phone screen :DD thank you for sending all your updates about life and putting up with mine even though they never get answered- seungmin to not only my minho, but hyunjin too, let's keep being #Silly, yeah?? it's already the actual new years day when you're receiving this so i hope the year is off to a good start.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @sohyuki . . . MINT im hoarding the ask that you sent me on christmas day. im always so happy when you've shown up on dash and while im sad about how you've let tumblr mainly behind, i know it's for the better since well, interactions have been shit and probably will never get back up to the standard we held them to, even with all the effort put in. you are such an amazing all around person and like i said in my christmas note to you, keep writing. hoard it, feed into it, you have something wonderful going on with it.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @kamiyatos . . . user kamiyatos!!! lee!!! HELLO!!! it's always such a pleasure to talk to you and i hope you know that i keep your ramble about malleus' character and your plot idea for him in the back of my mind constantly, even though that ask has been lost to my actions of deactivation on my old blog. you're the biggest ayato fan i know who supports my works about him vocally AND you understand my vision on his personality... it's truly touching, y'know? thank you for being there, even when we don't talk as much as we should. i hope this year has been kind on you and the next one is even kinder.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @yinyinggie . . . yingyingyingyingerkjshkjfdg ok this may come as a shock, or maybe you already knew and were just playing along, but we used to be mutuals before the summer of last year. secret identity revealed ig?? eh im sure if you dig far enough into my dark past™️ you'll find smth about it so im not going to say anything about it :P but! one thing has stayed the same for sure: you are so easy and so fun to talk to and make conversation with. you know that ramble i left on the astro twerk form about feedback for the server? yeah. im 100% truthful. you've made something so inclusive and positive, have done to much to get tumblr active, please know that your efforts aren't wasted. im sure they feel like it at times but i appreciate it so much. and im sure others have the same sentiment.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @mhiieee . . . MHIEEEEEEEE MY SCARA FAN !!!! i love and adore your works so much and not to mention your characterization of scaramouche is top tier. ive got a lot to learn from you, mhie; i don't think you realize how much there is to admire when it comes to you as a person. you find such meaning and connection in the words and the world, the sincerity that comes with it,,,,, it makes me want to sob and roll around while also simultaneously wanting to take your brain apart neuron by neuron and psychoanalyze you. not in the freudian way though. ive had the greatest honor of being able to interact with you on not just one, but two!!! servers!!! i think it's a little silly how much i smile when you reply to smth dumb ive said on disc. have a great new year :))

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ryuryuryuyurboat . . . RYUUUUUU literally the most stunning person to walk the planet ever like. hello??? our first interactions came from that ebg funny enough. does a little ★🪽 anon ring a bell? i only ever got around to sending you one sabo during that time but i hope you did enjoy what i came up with on the spot, i never was very good when it came down to kaeya's character. you are so intelligent and such an amazing individual, please always remember that.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @snobwaffles / @2nobwaffles . . . SNOB SNOB SNOB i always think of the pokemon when your name comes up. in my head, you will always be snom, the bug-ice type pokemon <33 IT'S SO FUN TALKING TO YOU and we haven't been mutuals for long either. im always thinking of the advice you left me when it came down to my rant about an irls party and there's something about the way you're able to appreciate and take note and find beauty int he smallest of things that get brought up. i wish you the complete best that 2024 has to off you. keep calm and snob on :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @itaerae & @mins-fins . . . im putting the two of you together because well, i met you both at the same time through the server. while i can't consider it and, ive never really had such an inviting time in a server, much less a network, as ive had in zumblr. really, it's you two that i owe thanks to. our silly little convos are so fun and im forever thankful that ive found people to talk to on a server for once.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @https-furina . . . the best server mother fr!!! omg it's so nice talking to you :((( i love the warmth of your words and how your emotions shine through text. it feels like i can practically envision the fond eyeball or the warm smile that you may or may not have on your face when messaging. i’ve had such a great time in the network and your pet names fjfbdjdbjdb have a great 2024 heh :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @lethwal & @astrinityy . . . i don't think you guys realize how fun it was when we were all "debating" and accusing me of being a furry. honestly, i haven't had to stifle laughter like that in the middle of the night as hard as i did for a small while. not too long but long enough. it was a breath of fresh air and it was genuinely amazing to just be able to put the present on the back burner and play around like that. even though it was kind of late for me when that was happening- ignore that. it's always late for me when im online atp. i hope we can get past those baseless accusations you have both placed on me tehe. have a happy new years, you two. ALSO YIXIN!! GA-MING PROTECTION SQUAD RISEEEEE

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @/zumblr . . . there's so many of you and i can't find the proper words to express the welcome i felt when added to the server. it was nerve wracking, ive never really gotten around to talking to that many people or being that open on the internet before. it's funny how one summer can bring you out of your shell a little, eh? and all bc of some guys on screen lmao. thank you for the support and im happy to have met such wonderful people. thank you, again. @urielphix I AM. DETERMINED TO READ ADAD JUST YOU WAIT

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ everyone else, all my mutuals as of now and past, who weren't mentioned or mutuals who want to read something again . . . hello!! im sorry to disappoint by not adding you properly and for not giving a personalized thanks; it wasn't anything against it you at all. reason 1) i probably forgot as um. goldfish brain or 2) we just became mutuals pretty recently and haven't had the chance to really talk much / have been sort of long term but haven't talked much.

either way though, thanks for sticking around! im not the most. literate person. sometimes LMAO and im far from being a proud person of skill when it comes to the right words to say to people but im always happy when people find something worth it in my silly words. i hope we get to interact more in the future, as long as you can put up with my inconsistent (to say the least) replies and brain boggling posts that come from the depths of the midnight zone, that is. get ready for the ride that is this. clusterfuck of a blog place. LMAO,,,, if you haven't already scrolled through my stuff. if you have then um ready for more??? fkdjhgkjlghf

if you've made it to the end, thank you. and why?? im not that interesting or cool as everyone makes me out to be. if you had told 2019 me on tumblr that 4 years later, id be posting my works for everyone to see and also be proud of my own poetry, i would have laughed and called you absolutely insane. some of you have sat through me going through different gender and pronoun crises on dash back in 2020, and some of you ive only met this month.

whatever our situation is, i wish all the best for everyone . i’ll support you guys until the end of the earth and then some. have the happiest of happy new years, may your futures always be brighter than you say they are, and i’ll see you later 💛

sincerely — sol / jun

#🔎. navi !#// do not perceive me im going to go curl up in a corner now #// ive never been this sentimental or thought out a personal post quite as much as this one #// vulnerability isn't my strong suit ok???#// i wish these were more put together TwT

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cattocavo · 8 days

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Six sketch sunday

Thanks so much for tagging me @thewholelemon

I actually have something pretty exciting to share if i do say so myself!

In november 2022 i did a master study of romeo and juliet by frank bernard dicksee. I was very happy with it. But over time I’ve become less and less happy with it, specifically how baz looks :((

This is due to the fact that i traced A LOT in late 2022 (I was 15 ok, I’m sure we’ve all had one of those phases😭) I traced the whole painting, but baz was hard bc the original painting featured a woman, and her whole figure was covered by a white loose dress. 2022 me did their best interpreting the shapes and forming a new body for baz, but honestly they didn’t do it very well. Ive hated Baz’s face and body for a while now, but still loved simon and the painting in general. Which is why I came to the conclusion that for me to be at peace and happy with it again, I have to remaster it!

And again I’ve had this on my mind for a while now, mulling it over, because it’s quite a big project. But 7 days ago i finalized my decision and started looking at references and whatnot. It took me so long to find references bc I was confused of the angle of Juliet’s head in the original painting (so I’ve changed the angle whoops) and i needed to make sense of it all. Before i knew it i had spent 5 hours (according to procreates tracker) drawing, and literally nothing had changed.. but then i spent like 2 hours more and THAT did it. It was like digging a whole in the ground searching for water. You dig a little and nothing happens, and when you finally dig deep enough the water reveals itself like a goldmine.

Anyways, i haven’t gotten around to do any recoloring yet, so ill show you the sketch (ahem, traced) of my 2022 version versus what I have now

The one on the left is the 2022 version. The one on the right is the current sketch.

I’m trying to incorporate a lot more body language from baz this time around. I think the old sketch of baz was very rigid. His torso is very short 💀 my biggest issue was his face though. It was far too feminine. The bone structure wasn’t exactly giving baz, in fact the whole face didn’t look like baz to me. The expression also bothered me, it was too superficial. Like it’s exactly the predictable expression you expect him to have. I tried to spice it up in the new version by making him appear a bit more anguished. It’s romeo and juliet after all.

Im currently looking at references to what clothes he should be wearing (don’t worry, i wont cover up his sleeves. Even if it’s more time period accurate) so if y’all have any inspo or suggestions, feel free to share them with me!

While baz is the inly thing getting completely redone, I’m also touching up some other thins. Just giving it a more refined, finished look overall. The plants in the original were really messily done, so i’m gonna work a lot on those. 2022 me also slacked on the curtains, so I’m repainting those to match the original frank bernard painting.

Once I’m done with it all i think i might sell some prints. Ive gotten requests to sell prints of this one before, but never really got around to do more than research. If i do make prints, I’m a bit worried they’ll all go to waste bc they’ll have to be shipped from denmark, and shipping in expensive :(( (I’ve tried to set up middlemen and it didn’t work for me. Red bubble wont even allow me to add a credit card😬) but if y’all are still interested in prints, do let me know! Ill definitely put in more of an effort to make it happen if i know it wont be in vain :))

Thats all from me for today :3 see ya next time

(Also check out what my COBB partner @thewholelemon is doing! It’s gonna be so good!)

Tags! @monbons @raenestee @j-nipper-95 @orange-peony

Id love to see what y’all are doing!

#simon snow #baz pitch #carry on #simon snow salisbury #fanart #simon snow fanart #any way the wind blows #wayward son #art #carry on fanart #romeo and juliet #sir francis dicksee #frank dicksee #baz pitch fanart #classical painting redraw #classical art #agatha wellbelove #penelope bunce #the mage

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st4rboyhere · 2 years

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Ive never requested anything but could i get a steve harrington x male reader where this takes place after that whole little party scene in season 1 steve and y/n go upstairs and do the yenno(steve uses the petnames pretty boy,beautiful

A/N: HOLY SHIT BRO I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT HAVING SEX WITH SEASON ONE STEVE

Thank you for the request 🫶

Dive in

You ran your fingers through your hair, moving it to the side of to get a better look at the man infront of you to say your goodbyes.

You were already soaking wet and didn’t want to continue to pour water on his floor so you quickly waved your hand at his friends, watching as they flirted with each other to another room, shutting the door.

He had already said bye to you and went upstairs, but as you gathered your stuff to go to the bathroom, Steve putting a hand on your shoulder which almost made you scream if it hadn’t been so gentle.

“Do you want to change in my room?”

You looked behind you, making eye contact with Steve.

He instantly looked away, fidgeting with fingers while staring at the floor, awaiting your response.

“Uh, yeah sure man, if you ok with it.”

He mumbled something to himself along the lines of a yes or of course, a small but noticeable smile forming on his face as he led you up the stairs to his room.

> <

Steve had left the room while you got dressed which you hoped he wouldn’t.

You and Steve were friends—best to clarify and basically unseparateable since the first day you met in elementary.

But for some reason that you couldn’t seem to figure out he had been avoiding you with no reason.

This has been the first time in weeks that you’ve been at Steve’s house and that’s only cause Tommy told you about the small get together.

And the whole time you were here Steve seemed nervous, he didn’t talk to you as much, look you in the eye or even acknowledge your existence.

You felt your face get hot and your eyes water, but you held it when Steve walked into the room. You gave his a soft smile, pulling your pants up to your knees.

He sat down on his bed, still ignoring you. His attention drawn to the roof.

Bite your tongue.

“Steve, is everything ok?” You asked.

Dammit.

“What? Yeah everything’s ok, I mean besides Tommy and Carol fucking on my parents bed,” he replied. You laughed a little, finally making him smile.

He laid down against the mattress on his back sighing.

“We haven’t talked in a while,” you say, looking at him. He doesn’t reply, still staring at the roof.

“Is something on your mind? Wait wait I think I know!”

You sat on the bed, the sheets ruffling around while you position yourself to face him. “You have a crush.” You grinned.

His face flushed and he looked away from you, facing the wall.

“Come on, tell me who the lucky girl is Steve,” you teased, poking his cheek.

He gave you a nervous grin and looked away, lips parting to say something but closing shut soon after. You smiled at him, getting off of his bed to finish getting dressed.

“It’s you,” he whispered the moment you turned around.

It was loud enough for you to hear him, your head snapping towards him. He looked down when he realized what he just said, and of course the first time he admits his feelings outloud is while your basically undressed.

He felt so embarrassed.

You try to process what he just said, mouth slightly agape as you fumbled with the zipper of your jeans, the main thing on your mind was to get out of there as soon as possible before this got more awkward.

“G-guess that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” You said, not sure if you were questioning him or trying to reason with yourself.

You threw you shirt over your head, walking over to his bedroom door backwards, looking him in the eyes.

He had a pillow in between his legs, the lower half of his face covered by it. You noticed how his eyebrows quivered and you felt bad.

You liked Steve, you loved him a lot but you weren’t sure if you were ready to have a relationship yet, especially when you already knew how people would have viewed you two together.

It suited you better to make sketches of you two together then go along with it, but still it was clear that—

“We should talk about this,” you muttered, letting go of the door knob. His eyes lit up, following you as you made you way back to his bed, sitting next to him again.

The two of you sat their for a while, neither of you knowing exactly what to say. “D-do you like me back?” He asked shyly.

You didn’t know how to respond, fiddling with your fingers and looking down to the floor. “Uh yeah..I do,” you replied, still not looking at him.

You froze when his fingers brushed against yours to stop your playing, slowly wrapping around your hand.

Both of you turned quiet again, squeezing each other’s hands.

Steve’s palm was sweaty and you were sure if you didn’t girl it tight enough it was sure to fall of your hand, but it was also cold, like if you kept holding it you would get frostbite.

You turned around to look at him, not expecting him to be mer inches away from your face, his lips practically touching yours.

Without a second thought you kissed him, moaning softly into his mouth when he took advantage of your parted lips and stuck his tongue inside, rubbing against yours.

“Fuck your so pretty,” he said against your lips.

You let go of his hand, grabbing onto his shoulder so you didn’t fall backwards.

Steve’s arm snaked around your waist pulling you in closer to savor the taste as if he thought he would never be able to kiss you again.

When the two of you parted you found yourself on top of Steve, his hard on pressing against your ass.

He gave you a grin before settling you down on the floor, his crotch facing you.

“Help me out please?”

> <

It started out sloppy which Steve didn’t mind at all, the fact that his dick was even down your throat was enough to make him cum but soon you started to start a pace, his hips bucking along with it.

“God you look so beautiful,” he whined, hand finding the way to the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair as Steve started to fuck your mouth.

He pulled out the second he came, taking your hand to Jack him off ass he rid out his high, his seed spluttering out of his slit and onto your lips, some dribbling down your chin.

Steve tapped his tip on your lips, letting you suck on his tip while his dick turned soft again.

“COULD YOU GUYS BE ANY LOUDER?” Tommy shouted from downstairs.

#smut #dom steve harrington #steve harrington #steve x male reader smut #Steve Harrington x male reader smut #steve x male reader

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irlvernon · 1 month

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DID SOMEONE SAY FAV SVT PERFORMANCES!!!!!! omg hii ok time to buckle in. i have a yt playlist full of my fav performances - svt moments of all time -but unfortunately half the videos have been taken down bc copyright 😭💔 fml truly..

- my life was probably changed forever by their 2021 AAA performance like hello!!! rock ver of rwy!!!!! the anyone outfits!!! THE DANCE BREAK!!!

- 2018 japan arena tour - habit and when i grow up perhaps the best singing ive ever heard…

- im also so fond of hit song - shining diamonds concert the seungkwan vocals oh my goddd hes just a baby And yet the most beautiful heartwrenching noises are escaping him.

- i also do really love highlight from 2019 kcon la performance unit PERFORMED!

- speaking of perf u their diamond edge concert !the theatrics are INSANE, the use of guitar solo instrumentals is gratuitous, and im SO here for it lmao

- this is getting really perf u heavy but bets moonwalker+wave is TOOO good (this specific video’s crowd is so funny 😭😭😭)

- okay okay last ones we of course cannot leave out jbtc fearless+left&right 2021 despite it being an empty crowd their energy was IMMACULATE plus hoshi minghao and dino/vernon dance break What more could u need seriously.

- kbs 2017 festival JUN PIANO! no more needed

stopping myself here before this really becomes a daunting wall of text 😭 a lot of these r classics/well known but u know u can never go wrong with those!!

if u got this far im soo sorry turns out this is a huge can of worms for me (nervous laughter) ! there are honestly hundreds of svt performances icould talk about for dayyyyyys i love love love their performances they are so SO unmatched in that area and even through a screen they are so captivating <3 what i would give to one day attend a svt concert……… alright thanks for letting me ramble maxogie 😭❣️hoping all those links work

OH MY GOD LEO i love this so so much pls know i appreciate u sending all this 😭 its like u read my mind!!!!!!

the 2021 aaa performance is sooo good. i also always watch the behind the scenes of that (that one's in my comfort playlist lolll)

that japan arena tour... im so mad i still havent found a full copy of it i wanna watch it so bad 😭 they all sound immaculate as always but WOW JEONGHAN SOUNDS FUCKING AMAZING

cried a little at the hit song mention. u think they still know this song?

I LOVE A PFU STAGE AHHHH !!!!!! this particular highlight stage was so good to watch bc theyre at the center of the stadium and you can hear the crowd singing>!?!??!?! and im a sucker for a dance break. instant addition to my live perf playlist

be the sun pfu stage is the bane of my existence. thats probably my most watched stage of all time. theres this stage mix of junhui during wave that is top 1 in my live perf playlist and i recommend u watch it

OH MANNN how could i have forgotten jbtc 2021 !!! we need to bring theaterteen back let them be dramatic again PLEASE

kbs 2017 is also woozi drums!!!! i wish there were subs of that video :( i wanna know what theyre yapping about

thank u again for doing this i love talking about seventeen's music so much 😭 i saved that playlist if you dont mind <3

tell me your favorite seventeen live performance

#ask #fav

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ilovejojo · 10 months

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character ask game... umm this is probably generic but rohan... u get him

ThankYou for the ask 💗

First impression: It was , a 6+ hour long continuous explosion of epiphany and realization.. i cannot describe the magnitude of his impact it was spiritual.. actually felt just like this: ↓

Impression now: hes so META, how do i explain what rohan means to me? he's an artist, above all else, whats most fascinating is the very fact that araki created this guy.

Favorite moment: The spider i condone it

And this LOL

Idea for a story: we got a lot of rohan stories at this point. but, i feel very curious about his parents.. however, it feels that because of the nature of his character, we are not supposed to know this, the same way he cannot die..

Unpopular opinion: he's not a dilfhunter desperate to get railed by jotaro or honestly anyone for that matter at least the way he is during part 4 is just so contradictory to this fan characterization, hes detached, rohan is detached from actual direct human relationships, hes not trying to get fucked its some of the most out of character things ive seen from the fandom it drives me nuts....... Rohan has turned people into objects of study..there is an emotional detachment. This is the core of all his problems. He does not even remember the trauma. He would never go out and seek relationships the way a lot of fan interpretations depict him, you know?

Another: i also think a lot of people dont often see rohans growth? the impact koichis friendship had on him, the realization that he can just, be friends with people, and he does, he makes more and more friends, hes still rohan, but this is not an insignificant change at all

Favorite relationship (platonic, familial etc): ok gonna list, a few. because how cant i.... Reimi..of course. It's so cute. i like to think she really encouraged him to pursue art when he was little.

Kyoka its perfect only they can handle each other. Also, why doesnt anyone talk about how she was the most important thing in his life during millionaire village ..!!!!???? canonically?! he trusts her so much she has the keys to his house x

and josuke it's the funniest thing ever and i love what it brings out in rohan..

Bakin if he counts, its so cute to me that he decided to get a dog, and bakin being apparently a labrador retriever like Arnold🥹 Ok i cant stop listinh these I also love his friendship with tonio 💗

Favorite headcanon: Pink dark boy is, within the jojo universe, what jojo is to us..a bit to the left, maybe, but, even to those characters, i believe pink dark boy is such an incredibly insane baffling colorful creation. We can only imagine

#rohan kishibe #jjba #asks #anonymous

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lesbaimsey · 1 year

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okay so prewarning this one has spoilers for just roll with it: riptide episode 90 that was streamed on twitch today so if you havent seen it and plan to stop reading now ok? ok

so. jay ferin. i love her more than words can express. and in todays episode she seemed to have a bit of a moral dilemma in her head, and didn't outwardly express it much

and a little bit ago condi tweeted saying it was "interesting" how jrwi fans were pointing out her behavior as odd or different.

now some people would see a tweet like that and go "oh wow so is he planning a villain arc for jay or something?" but those people would be Wrong ive decided.

i think jay is having doubts about becoming a pirate. she had just finished telling an old friend that her crew was trying to make a positive change in the world, and convinced her enough for her to have let jay go.

and what happens as soon as she finds chip? the two of them kill someone. and yeah, it was self defense. but they killed someone, and their last words were a word of warning. a message saying that they had made a huge mistake, fucked over allport and potentially the world.

and IMMEDIATELY afterwards, gillion comes crashing down THROUGH THE GROUND AND INTO THE FUCKING OCEAN, with the weight of a fully packed 18-wheeler, killing a man on impact. and sure, kuba kenta was a fiend and absolutely would have killed gillion if gillion hadnt beat him to the punch(or drop, i guess). but gillion had still killed a man, and this certainly wasn't his first time doing so.

and immediately after THAT, both chip and gillion wanted to take kuba kenta as a prisoner. they even tried to convince jay to let them when kira gave them an out to leave if they had just left him. jay had to step away and tell kira just to take him.

and once all of that was said and done, this person who was once a close friend and had agreed to let jay go (not once but TWICE) looked her in the eyes and asked why she was on their side. the side of the riptide pirates.

and for that moment, jay couldn't think of an answer.

but once she got back on that boat, a million answers hit her in a flash. she watched as ollie's eyes lit up as he slowly turned the wheel of the ship, she watched the proud expression on alphonze's face as he guided him through it, she watched earl smack gryffon over the head with his cane for making a mistake while they cooked, she watched queen absentmindedly humming while plucking strings on their guitar, she watched chip excitedly take roofus aside for their drinks, and when she felt that presence walk up behind her, she felt a pang of guilt.

these people were her family. maybe far more of a better one than (most of) her blood family ever was. and she doubted them. she felt guilty for ever even considering the possibility that this wasn't the choice she should have made.

but she thought for a second about what drey had told her. on the midnight rose, crew members had squabbles all the time. hell, her own crew had plenty of them as well. and she knew that just like all the other fights they had, this would pass.

and if it ever comes down to it, if the morality of the riptide pirates starts to gray a bit more, jay knows that she can just whip them back into shape. or just challenge them to a duel. it's definitely her turn anyway.

and as gillion pats her on the shoulder as he leaves, jay decides once more, even if only she is there to know, that she is (and hopes to forever be) a riptide pirate.

and so she leaves gillion to his horrible horrible nightmare ridden sleep, and she leaves chip to catch up with his old friend.

but those two dumbasses are DEFINITELY getting an earful tomorrow.

#riptide spoilers #just roll with it #jay ferin #i dont know man its 3am im just rambling about jay #does any of this even make sense? probably not

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talaok · 2 years

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Steve can’t know (Chapter VII)

Summary: Steve is your overly-protective older brother that is very opposed to you frequenting the wrong crowd, and especially to you dating Eddie Munson. Still, when you meet each other one day at lunch,it seems there is very little he can do to stop the inevitable.

Chapter summary: everything goes to shit (I don't know who even reads these tbh, and this is the best summary I can make)

Content warning: none

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII

The sun was shining on your face as you woke up. You slowly opened your eyes and yawned softly. It took you a moment to realize, but Eddie was right there beside you, with his left arm lazily lying on your stomach as he breathed slowly, clearly deep in his sleep. You smiled, as flashbacks of last night ran through your head. Everything felt so surreal. You were laying in bed with Eddie Muson, the bad boy of the school, the criminal, the outcast, the drug dealer, and still, you felt happier than ever. How was this possible? You were a good student, from a nice family and your brother was the most popular person at school while he was... we all know what he was. You were polar opposites, you weren't supposed to be together. You should have been dating one of the basketball players while he was supposed to be fucking a different girl every night. Instead, there he was, in your bed, sleeping like a baby. You had no idea how this had happened, but however that was, you were grateful for it.

"Good morning sleepyhead" you whispered to Eddie's ear. He groaned opening his eyes to look at you. He smiled as he saw you, and he leaned closer to you, kissing you briefly, before quickly leaning back, you saw his features change,as worry took over. "Shit, sorry. I fell asleep" he said, his voice raspy. You smiled at him, reassuringly "It's fine Eddie" you mumbled before going back to kissing him, not being satisfied with the previous one. You felt him ease up as he kissed you back, this time more passionately. You granted his tongue access to your mouth as you started to explore his chest with your hand, wanting to feel him even closer. he propped his right elbow on the bed while he grabbed the back of your head with his other hand, tugging your hair to kiss you more deeply. With one swift move, he was on top of you, touching all of you, starting from your neck down to your ass. You moaned softly as he started kissing your neck while his hands found your breasts under your shirt. "How can you be this pretty" he whispered placing a kiss on your neck, just below your ear" when you have just woken up?" he asked, starting to suck that same spot. A giggle escaped your mouth and you brought a hand up to the back of his head, running your hands through his hair. You felt one of his hands traveling down towards your panties and you bit your lip, bracing yourself for what you knew was coming.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" You froze. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE DOING TO HER?" Eddie got off of you. You turned your head towards the door, Steve was staring at Eddie looking like he was about to kill him with one hand still on the doorknob. "Steve-" you tried explaining to calm him down "I'll deal with you later," he said not even looking at you, "But right now, I need you to get out of my sister's bed so I can kick your ass" he threatened, his eyes never leaving Eddie. "Look, man, I can explain" Eddie said, getting up while looking for his clothes that were somewhere on the floor "I'm sorry alright?" He said, putting on his pants,"I really am, but this isn't what you think, ok?" He put on his shirt and got his shoes " I actually like her" he said, looking at you briefly before going back to steve, who looked even angrier than before. You could see him making a fist with his hand so strongly that his knuckles were turning white. You could feel a lump in your throat "Steve, please-" you pleaded, your voice breaking. "get out" Steve said sternly, pointing at the door. Eddie did as told, looking at you with a reassuring look before getting out, followed by Steve. There was silence, you couldn't hear anything besides your heart pounding and your breathing getting faster. You just wanted to cover yourself with your blanket and cry, but you had to see what was going on. You put on your shorts and ran down the stairs. Just as you opened the front door you saw Steve punching Eddie, making him fall to the ground. You ran towards them, at this point not able to contain your tears anymore. "You touch her one more time," Steve said, stepping closer to him"You even look at her one more time" he leaned closer to his face "and I swear to god, Munson. I will kill you" he said through gritted teeth, grabbing him by his shirt, ready to punch him again. You stopped him, desperately trying to pull his arm back. Steve looked at you "Please" you almost whispered. He let go " go away" he said, looking at him. Eddie got up and looked at you with a sorry look " I'm sorry" he said quietly before turning around and going away.

You knew it was a bad idea to go to school but you needed to take your mind off of everything that happened that morning. You didn't have the strength to do anything, after seeing him walking away you locked yourself in the bathroom and started to sob uncontrollably. Steve had knocked on the door but you hadn't answered, how could you have? He made the only good thing that had ever happened to you escape, and now you felt empty, like nothing made sense because he wasn't there anymore and he was never gonna be again. You had cried and cried and cried until you thought there was no water left in your body to even shed a single more tear. You had gotten up and put on some jeans you found on the chair in front of your desk. You had taken your bag and put on your shoes and left the house, deciding to walk to school. You had heard Steve call for you, but you couldn't do it, you knew that the moment you would have looked at him you would have started to sob again, so you continued walking, pretending to be someone else for a while, someone whose life was good, someone who was happy, someone who was just walking to school, worried about their math test. And so now here you were, taking a test while all you could think about was the way Eddie had looked at you while saying that he was sorry. Sorry for what? That was the question. was he sorry that Steve had found out? Was he sorry for even pursuing you? Was he sorry for sneaking into your room? Was he sorry for not making Steve understand? Or was he sorry because Steve was right? that he was using you and that he was just having fun. What was he sorry for? The bell rang You had finished the test in the first twenty minutes, somehow all that studying yesterday had worked and you hadn't needed an actual functioning brain to fill in the exam.

You had lunch now but you didn't want to see Steve so you made your way to your usual spot behind the bleachers.

You would have been lying if you said that you hadn't hoped at least a bit that Eddie would be there waiting for you, ready to tell you that everything was gonna be all right and that this morning had just been a bad dream. But he wasn't there, there was nothing there. it was empty, just like you. You sat down and started looking at a spot in the distance, there was a flower in the grass, you could see it from there, just existing, all he had to do was stay in the sun and he was gonna be all right, what a nice life that must be, you thought, getting a cigarette from your backpack and lighting it, what a peaceful existence, you kept thinking, taking a drag.

You were in bed, staring at the ceiling when you heard a knock at your door. You already knew who it was and for all the effort you had put in avoiding him the whole day, you knew there was nothing you could have done now. "Come in" you said, your voice almost a whisper Steve opened the door and looked at you, but after seeing that you weren't doing the same he sat on your bed. "Y/N," he said, trying to get your attention. You kept looking up, fearing that the moment you would have looked at him you would have broken down "Y/N, I know you are mad, and I know you are sad, but-" he stopped a moment, trying to find the right words "but he isn't what you think he is" you could feel his eyes on you "He-he has a reputation,y'know? And I know you think you can change him, but you can't. No one can, guys like that don't change." he put his hand on your calf "He uses girls, he only wants sex and I know you think that I'm the bad guy now, but I did it for you Y/N, I did it for you because I don't want you to get hurt ok?" silence filled the room as you tried not to cry and he tried to get something out of you, even a gesture would have been enough, he just wanted to know that you understood why he did what he did, and the worst part is that you did, you understood, you understood where he was coming from, that he was tryng to protect you, but you also understood that he was wrong, Eddie wasn't like that, and even if he was, he wasn't like that with you. But you knew how pathetic you would have sounded if you had tried explaining that to him, so you stayed there, motionless, saying nothing. "Y/N please talk to me, please, tell me anything" you felt the hurt in his voice "Go away" And so he did.

Steve had just gotten out of the stall. He walked up to the sinks to wash his hands as he felt someone's eyes on him. He turned his head to the right and immediately saw whose eyes those were. Eddie Munson, the same guy who had fucked his little sister, that same guy who he had just punched yesterday, that same guy was right there looking at him while leaning on the wall behind him, looking like the calmest person in the world. I'm gonna fucking kill this guy, he thought But just before he was about to do so Eddie opened his mouth. "We need to talk"

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