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it-happened-one-fic · 1 year

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Because He'd Loved You All Along - Ace

Author's Notes: Here it is. Ace's POV. Again Happy Valentines Day everybody! I hope you have a wonderful holiday and enjoy this fic. As for my Genshin Impact readers, fear not! There are going to be two Genshin fics (POV as well) posted today too. Anyway, This was written while I listened to "Far Away" by Nickelback. It's angst with comfort and Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Here's the link to the partner fic: Because I'd Loved Him All Along (Reader's POV)

Type: Fluff/Angst with Comfort/Romantic/Probably not canon compliant/gender-neutral reader

Word Count: 1757

Ace’s feet pounded against the ground, quickly carrying him away from Heartslabyul and towards the main school area. Behind him Grimm was probably still hurriedly explaining the situation to Deuce who’d called out for Ace, attempting to stop him.

But Deuce’s shouts had gone largely unheard by the red-head that currently raced across the NRC campus in his frenzied search for the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm.

A large part of Ace knew he should be attempting to calm himself rather than racing around like a chicken with its head cut off. But at the moment he was angry. Not at the Prefect, but more at the situation.

Despite that, Ace knew that his anger would rear its head and direct itself at the very person at the center of this mess as soon as he found them.

And find them he did.

“Y/N!!!!” He watched as you flinched at the sound of his shout. Before he’d called you’d been walking slowly forward, as if in a daze.

But then Ace supposed he would be dazed too if he’d suddenly been informed he could return home after having been trapped in an unfamiliar world.

You turned, a tired expression morphing into wide-eyed surprise as you met his gaze. You even stumbled backwards as he approached you, storming across the courtyard with anger that wasn’t actually directed at you.

“Ace?” Your voice was so tiny, when you said his name. Like you were uncertain about how to react to his obviously peevish mood.

His pace slowed at the sound of your tiny voice, but he still purposefully marched towards you, “Is it true?”

His voice sounded snappish even to his own ears. That wasn’t the way he intended it, but Ace could tell he’d already gone too far to stop.

You offered a meek smile, echoing his question back at him, “Is what true?” Ace could practically feel his eye twitch at your question. As if you didn’t know what he was asking about.

He knew you well enough to know that you’d no doubt already deduced the Grim had come and told them what Crowley had told you. That you could leave, but if you were going to make it home it had to be tomorrow.

And yet you stared at him in innocent confusion as he snapped out his response, “You know exactly what I’m talking about and don’t pretend you don’t. Are you leaving tomorrow?”

Your eyes got wider, more unsure and more confused. He could practically see the thoughts racing through your head.

You slowly started to shake your head, your brows furrowing, “I… I don’t understand. Why are you so mad?”

His eye twitched once more and he crossed his arms, resolving to stay silent. Anything he said now would just be yet another attack on your person. And you were smart, you’d figure out what he meant.

You frowned as soon he shifted into his stubborn position and looked down, obviously puzzling over his question.

Ace knew he was being unfair, you had enough on your plate as it was. You always had too much on your plate.

If he were being honest with himself, he couldn’t blame you if you left. After everything you’d been put through here…. The overblots, Crowley’s lack of care, staying in a dorm as rough as Ramshackle….

Yeah, you had every right to want to go home. Especially when you might not ever have another chance

Ace felt himself shift, growing more concerned the longer you stayed silent.

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand your situation. No, he understood it perfectly well. He’d seen you on those difficult days when you were homesick and lost, floundering around as you attempted to understand what was commonplace in this world that was not your original one.

The issue had never been with you. The issue was that he was selfish and knew exactly what he wanted. But the longer you stayed silent…. The longer you stood there looking lost, the more he regretted his words.

And then you spoke. A quietly solemn voice, not trembling but impossibly fragile, “I… I don’t know Ace.”

He felt his eyebrows lift at your answer, so painfully honest and unsure. So unlike the stalwart person he’d initially met, but so true to the person he’d come to care for. The person who managed to stay cool even during an overblot even if it was just an act.

“It is true that I can go home tomorrow. Crowley just told me this morning. It’s also true that if I don’t take this chance I might never get another one…. He was very clear about that.” You trailed off, a frown crossing your face that made Ace frown in turn, mirroring your expression.

But he didn’t interrupt whatever thoughts you were having. His mind was too busy racing with desperate thoughts of his own.

Should he comfort you? Tell you to go home with a smile and play his previous irritation off as a joke when it was anything but?

Or maybe he should be honest with you? Tell you how he felt about all this… How he’d felt about you this whole time?

Neither option seemed fair, reasonable, or preferable. It was like there wasn’t a correct choice in this situation.

You shook your head, drawing his attention back to you, “So… I don’t know if I’m leaving. Leaving probably means I’d never see you or anyone else here again. But staying….” You trailed off and a wobbly smile crossed your face, giving your turbulent emotions away to anyone looking. And Ace knew you better than most.

Your eyes, a little bit too wet looking for Ace’s taste, met his red ones, “Heavens…. Can I even stay?”

It was Ace’s turn to stare at you, wide-eyed and unsure of what to do as you swallowed hard. You were fighting hard to save face, to not break down. That was obvious.

You looked down, looking away from Ace and he felt his fist clench. He didn’t know what frustrated him more. That you were trapped in this situation or that he was the one that had brought you to this moment.

Your voice was trembling as you continued and Ace almost wanted to beg you to stop. Stop before you really did crumble and break into a million pieces in front of him.

“I don’t even have a birth certificate here and I don’t belong in this world…. What do my parents think has happened to me? Do they think I’m dead?” You looked up, meeting his wide-eyed gaze.

He hadn’t wanted this. Never, in a thousand years, had he wanted this.

Ace wanted you to choose him, but when you confronted him with such statements. Such raw questions.

He couldn’t answer. Not when he was filled with such self-absorbed wishes that had taken no consideration for your fears.

But there you stood shaking your head, fighting to keep from crying. Trying to stay strong even now.

Your shoulders shook, the first sign that you had lasted as long as you could. You took a long trembling breath, your eyes locking with his, “What should I do Ace? I don’t know anymore…. What should I do?”

He inhaled sharply as he saw the tears sparkling in your eyes just before your face fell. A feeble attempt to hide the tears that now began to break free.

Impulsively, he reached out, grabbing your arm with one hand and tugging your forward. He heard you make a startled sound as you collided with his chest and his other arm wrapped tightly around you.

You had frozen as soon as you’d been pulled into his embrace, making him hesitate. He knew what he wanted, but that didn’t matter.

Not right now. Not when you need his help.

Slowly your arms wrapped around him and he felt you bury your face in his shoulder, a silent acceptance of his comfort.

Ace inhaled, fighting his surprise and relief so that he could find the words he needed to say, “I don’t know, Y/n… But I do know you should do whatever will make you happy.”

He leaned back, pressing his forehead to yours so that you couldn’t hide your face from him anymore. He unflinchingly held your gaze. Tears, that had been halted by your surprise, still sparkled in your eyes.

He sighed slightly, but forced himself to not hesitate, to be firm in this moment, “The rest of it doesn’t matter. Do what you want to do.”

You started to shake your head, “But what if-”

“No what if’s. You don’t have magic and you can't see the future. You have to make a choice and it doesn’t matter if it’s wrong or right. You just have to make a choice.” Ace frowned at you as he spoke. Determinedly cutting off your fretting and still feeling a certain softness creeping its way into his words.

You were silent for a long time, just staring back at him. He fought the need to push you for a decision because no matter how he felt, this was something you needed to decide for yourself. So he waited.

And after what felt like eternity, though it had only been a few short moments, you swallowed, “If I stay….”

You paused, eyes holding his as he fought the need to react to your words.

If you stayed…. If you stayed….

He felt your hands tighten their grip on the back of his jacket as you took a steadying breath, “If I stay here, will you stay with me?”

A slow smile started spreading across his face as he watched your nervous expression and he shook his head at your words. You were willing to stay. You were willing to stay and you wanted him to stay with you.

A teasing lilt slipped into his tone, “Haven’t I stayed with you this whole time? If I leave you’ll get yourself into trouble.”

You let out a soft laugh at his teasing and he felt himself relax at the sound. Your eyes were still wet, but you were smiling again and that was more than he’d hoped for, “I’ll stay with you because….”

He trailed off, smiling at you. He wasn’t quite able to say it yet, but he would soon. So instead he shut his eyes and leaned his forehead back against yours and immersed himself in the moment.

You were staying. And he would stay with you because he’d loved you all along.

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cursedchildofchaos · 1 year

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Read At Your Own Risk

His expression remains unmoving, but I can see behind his glasses into his soulless eyes. There is fear there. I know because behind my glasses on my own deadpan face…I fear, too.

“Don’t be scared, Pikachu Man. The T-Rex won’t hurt us. No, he can’t hurt us. We can always stand our ground against his dinoing. He can’t make us dino,” I reassure.

“But just how are we to stop him? I’m not the real Pikachu. I don’t have electric powers. I’m just a cosplayer and not even a good one,” Pikachu Man replies.

“This is how…” I begin as I draw my sword. “Or did you forget that I’m the Sword Lady?” I smile.

“How could I?” he grins at me. “But you can’t. I don’t want you fighting him alone!”

“I have to! I won’t let him keep forcing people into his cult! He already got the Frog! Who will be next? The Emocean Person? Us?!”

“Sword Lady, please, don’t do this. I-I-I love you!” he says as he grabs my arm.

We share a moment of intense eye contact…I lean in and passionately kiss his yellow mask lips. I pull away, noticing his red blush, but that’s always there. I rest my hand against his chest.

“I love you, too, Pikachu Man...But that’s why I have to do this!” I shove him down and run.

I run towards Dino Academy Headquarters. I’m so close. I hear a twig snap. Oh, no…he’s seen me, hasn’t he?

I turn, awaiting my doom. If he’s seen me, I’m too late. But it’s not him!

“Pikachu Man! Go! You can’t be here! How did you catch up to me?!”

We look at each other for a moment…it’s not necessary to answer how he caught up to me…I’m not in my prime anymore.

“I can still fight,” I growl at him.

“I know…but two heADs are better than one…we can use the element of surprise. I will distract him and you can attack,” Pikachu Man says.

“That’s not a bad idea. Knock on the door and lead him to the cliffside. Once you get there, hold very still, he won’t be able to see you. Leave the rest to me.”

Pikachu Man goes and knocks on the door as I crouch down in the bushes nearby.

The T-Rex answers.

“Hey, you have tiny arms and a big head!” Pikachu Man taunts him and runs.

The T-Rex storms after him. I follow, close behind, but hidden.

The T-Rex loses sight of Pikachu Man. We’ve come to the cliff’s edge.

That’s when I attack. With a sword to his butt, I manage to knock the T-Rex over the side of the cliff and into the raging river below filled with sharp rocks.

We’ve done it! We won!

I rush towards Pikachu Man, who has been standing very still under a tree nearby. I toss my sword to the side as he grabs me in his arms. He twirls me around. I’m free! I don’t have to be Sword Lady anymore! I can go back to being Gun and Cat Lady! Or better yet, I can be Mrs. Pikachu Man!

#...#don't ask me why i did this #pikachu man #sword lady #learn how to dino #tumblr ads #pikachu man x sword lady #shipping #ships #crackfic #tumblr ad fanfic #wholesome?#weird #this was too funny to resist okay #pov fic

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seek--rest · 1 year

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point of view

E | 24 chapters | strangers to lovers, roommates, identity reveal, fwb, slow burn

“Gwen.”

“MJ, listen.”

“No. Are you kidding me?”

“It’s a great idea.”

“It’s a terrible idea,” MJ counters, seeing the smirk on Gwen’s face. “You want me to move in with someone I don’t even know?”

“You’ve met him.”

“Once,” MJ argues but she knows she’s already lost.

Gwen always gets what she wants.

Twelve.

#petermj #spideychelle #petermjane #Peter x MJ #mj x Peter #🤡#pov fic

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eternalstrigoii · 11 months

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I promised WIP and I don’t know if I’m keeping it in or if it’s just something to rustoleum my brain cells, but:

“You know you can stay, if you like.”

The usually-bare floors of Sarah’s little farmhouse beyond the moors were padded with blankets and quilts so thick that you could no longer feel the chill of winter from below. Much of the farmhouse was dressed that way; winter’s grip on the kingdoms ____.

Her new husband, John the baker, with his sheep’s wool curls and his almost indecipherable brogue, looked away from her oiled-bronze stove for a moment. There was no protest in the look. In fact, he didn’t even look at either of you – he’d done well to make sure there was enough wood to keep a fire going through the coldest months, and he certainly must’ve been hoping that some of the young wood mixed into his pile would dry eventually.

Full of sweet breads, fresh game and pieces of their abundant harvest, you inclined your head toward Borra as if you might be earnestly considering the offer. The furs that kept you warm weighed pleasantly on your limbs, and trapped the fire’s heat as well as your woven-grass bed on the moors. Even Arabella seemed content there, spread sidelong over the top of one of John the baker’s trunks.

The corner of his mouth quirked. Perhaps only toward you. Beneath the layers of fabric that stifled the unusual cold, his fingers traced the growing curve of your stomach. Above all things, your safety, and the safety of your child weighed upon your shared decisions.

“You may want a midwife when the baby comes.” Sarah kept talking, almost as if she was talking entirely to herself, while she folded fresh bedding for their own little corner of the room. “You’re welcome to stay then, too.”

“If y’stay that long,” John finally interrupted, though neither of you had yet to speak, “y’might as well move in.”

You’d grown accustomed to their playful back-and-forth. You’d grown accustomed to a lot of things, not that you would ever admit to them.

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uwu-berryfaerie · 1 year

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Sara vs. Night Swan (POV, angst fic)

Fandom: Just Dance

Rating: T

Characters: Sara, Night Swan, Jack Rose

Relationships: Night Swan/Jack Rose

Tags: Alternate universe, Hurt/Comfort, POV Sara, POV Night Swan, Fainting, Unconsciousness, Healing, Redemption, Son taking care of mother, Angst, Concussion, Post-concussion syndrome

POV: Sara

Sara felt a knot well up in her stomach as she backed up to her friends comforting her, realizing the extent of how powerful Night Swan was. Breathing heavily, Night Swan won't back down until she wins that match, gazing straight ahead with hate and anger in her eyes. "You won't break me," Night Swan growled, bobbing and weaving in an attempt to land a hit on Sara. "I'll show you who's boss!" At that moment, Sara felt a sharp, quick scratching sensation on her cheeks, only for her to reach up to touch the wound and can see blood oozing down her fingers, leaving her physically shaking. You would've thought it was something the human girl could control, but she couldn't. Shouting, Sara charged straight toward Night Swan, bashing her hard in the head with her fist. The power-hungry witch barely stood steadily as her dark magic drained, sinking to her knees before her body hit the ground. Sara felt an immense joy building up inside her as her friends, Wanderlust, Mihaly, Brezziana, Jack Rose, and Discoball, stood beside her and felt that unmatched excitement. However, it all came to a halt when Jack exclaimed in shock and ran over to an unconscious Night Swan. The rest of the team caught up to him, looking worried as he tried to wake up his sleeping mother. Sara, who felt a sense of justice over looking after one of her friends, told the rest of the gang to check on all of the coaches who were formerly Night Swan's minions. Sara crouched down to Jack's level to see a scared look on his face as he tried every one of his instincts to wake up his mother, even resorting to lightly shaking her by the shoulders while her head rested on his lap. With a tone of urgency, Sara talked it out to Jack for a few moments and proceeded to rush into her bedroom. As Sara stood next to Jack, laying his mother down on her bed and making her comfortable as possible, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him because Jack's mother was the one who always wanted him to be perfect. "Are you gonna be okay in here?" she asked Jack out of concern. Jack nodded slightly and said, "It's okay, relax. All of this happens way too fast." Jack gave himself a moment to collect his thoughts while watching over his mother as Sara walked out of the room and looked out the door. While she watched, she felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She knew that she beat Night Swan intentionally, and even though it may have been self-defense or an act of justice, she still couldn't help but feel like she did something wrong. Sara could barely stop herself from crying, looking at Night Swan out the door then her hands, feeling the guilt of being the person who knocked her out. "I shouldn't have hit her. I didn't mean to knock her out, it was just a reflex," she thought to herself as she desperately tried to make sure her actions were justified. As Wanderlust, Brezziana, Mihaly, and Discoball ran back to Sara, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. Thus, she and her friends returned inside the room. But, after seeing Night Swan apologize to Jack and vowing to become a better mother, they were hesitant at first, but delighted she had finally learned her lesson. When Night Swan closed her eyes again, Sara apologized to Jack one more time, for the regret of having his mother unconscious at the end of the fight. Jack accepted, and allowed her opponent to rest for a little while longer.

POV: Night Swan

The adrenaline fades away upon the battle's end as the last thing Night Swan sees before her body hits the ground is an overjoyed Sara and her friends switching to instant concern. As Night Swan was just about to drift away, she could barely see the sight of his son, Jack Rose, rushing over to her in a panic. She was yet to hear his voice as she slipped into an unconsciousness that wouldn't let her wake up. Night Swan could feel that the ground under her was smooth, cold, and hard on her belly and the left side of her face. Her ears picked up soft, distant voices, but she wasn't sure what they were saying, as if they were coming from outside a cave. Finally, Night Swan regained a familiar sense of touch from her son, who tried to shake his injured mother awake by her shoulders. All she could remember of the fight was seeing that blue-haired girl give her a blow to the head. Taking a chance, Night Swan wearily cracked her eyes open before snapping them shut again, only to see a different world and a familiar silhouette staring at her before settling herself back into a deep sleep. She let out an undignified groan and slowly opened her eyes again, wincing in pain as her vision came back to her. The only thing the sorceress could make out was her dimly-lit bedroom and her son kneeling by her bedside. It wasn't often that Night Swan saw herself as a weaker individual, and this was no exception. Her head hurted all over after her opponent's attack, and she could hardly move it, causing her to roll over on her sides toward Jack. After staring at him to give herself a few moments to comprehend who he was, Night Swan spouted in a meek voice. "I'm sorry, Jack..." she weakly apologizes to her son for not being a supportive mother over her son's dreams of being a celebrity, but using him as a red-hand man to help her create an army of what she imagined. "I didn't mean it to come off so bad," Jack softly replied to his mother as he leaned over and placed his head on her pillow. "It's okay, darling," Night Swan tells her son as she strokes the back of his neck while yawning affectionately. Jack sighs heavily before placing his hand around his mother's arm and holding her close. As silence falls, Night Swan speaks. "I'm sorry I wasn't more supportive, Jack...of your dreams." She gives him an apologetic smile before continuing. "But I promise I'll be here for you now," she finishes gently, reaching out to touch his cheek lightly with her claws. In what seemed like only minutes, Sara returned into the room, accompanied by the others, their faces filled with concern as they assessed Night Swan's condition. Fighting back tears at seeing how much her son cared for her, Night Swan weakly apologized to Jack before telling him she'll be there for him now, pledging support for everything he does in life from then on out. As fatigue kicks in once more, Night Swan lets herself fall into another peaceful sleep knowing that things would finally be alright.

#just dance #just dance 2023 #jd sara #jd night swan #pov fic #angst fic #angst with a happy ending #man i wish this could happen in the game #jd jack rose #fanfiction

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dragonbonez · 4 months

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He adopted him after that.

#roronoa zoro #dracule mihawk #one piece #my art #is there a fic out there that explores fatherhood from Mihawks POV?#cause I need it

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gauloiseblue · 1 month

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You always joked about how you'd find out what's beneath his mask someday. Literally and figuratively.

He'd scoff at your attempts, or suggestions to lift up his sniper mask. Some of them caught him off guard, to the point he almost did it if not for his logical mind. But some of them were downright ridiculous, that he couldn't help but snort.

Maybe you already accepted it from the start, that he would never give in, but it had become a harmless jest at this point, so you might as well keep it going.

Until he gives you permission.

The thing is, it doesn't make you happy—it scares you to death instead. He once bit off someone's finger when they poked it in the place they shouldn't have touched. So what's behind the mask couldn't be worth the pain.

At first, you thought of it as a warning. Yet he wasn't showing any signs of threat. He even pulled you closer, so you'd get a better view of him.

His mask stays on, but he lets you touch his face. Your hands hover an inch away from his veiled visage, before you test the water with a touch.

He doesn't flinch away, or charge at you like a venomous snake. He stays still, letting your hands cup his cheeks.

"Didn't you say you wanna feel my face?" He said as he brought you closer, causing a shiver down on your spine.

"I did," Your lips trembled slightly, "I'm doing it."

"You're not doing it right." He tugged your paralyzed hands onto his chest.

You're confused when he firmly grips both of your hands, before slowly sliding them under the hem of his hood.

"Inside, maus." He commanded you, "Tell me what you feel."

And so, you complied.

You reach into his mask, and touch his neck tentatively. For a brief moment, his muscles tense under your fingertips, before they come down relaxed.

"Oh." You murmured as you pressed your palm onto his nape, "You can certainly survive a fighter jet ride."

He doesn't give you any response, so you take it as a cue to continue.

Your hands creep up higher, until your fingers reach the soft bones of his ears. They seem small in your grasp, smaller than they should, for a man of his height. A quiet smile spreads in your lips, as you imagine the tiny shells that frame both sides of his face.

"I'm surprised you have clear skin." You commented when you caressed his cheek, feeling the texture of his skin, "I thought you'd have a problem with it since you always wore a mask."

"Not always." He replied, nudging you to roam further, "I took it off whenever I'm alone."

"Did you take care of it?"

"No."

"How unfair." You chuckled, "I want to have your skin."

He keeps his eyes on you, and you feel the need to clear your throat, before you trace the lines on his face.

"You have a big nose." You mused as you ran your finger down from the bridge of his nose, "It's crooked."

He hums, while his eyes follow your uncertain gaze.

"Why you stopped?" He called you out, and you jumped upon hearing them, "There's one place you haven't touched."

You bit your lips, trembling, as you lowered your hand, until you felt the soft lumps on your fingertips.

They form a thin line, before they split open, inviting your finger inside. Your breathing becomes labored, as he takes a hold on your hand, guiding your thumb into his mouth.

He doesn't break eye contact the whole time, and you're too paralyzed to look away. You feel the sharpness of his teeth as his lips are closing around your digit. You have anticipated the guillotine falling on the head of your thumb, yet what comes after is a soft brush of his tongue.

It was rough, and drenched with his saliva, that it formed a string at the time your thumb left his mouth.

"König—" You gasped when he dragged his lips down to your palm, before stopping on your wrist. Pressing his tongue on your pulse point, where the skin barrier is so thin, that it feels as if he's tasting your flesh.

"Scared, maus?" He muttered, his teeth scraped against your skin, "Are you scared of me?"

You stare at him, as your instinct screams at you to nod. But you shake your head, despite the tremble in your hands.

"Then you'll do as I say." He wraps his arm around your waist, leaving no room for you to run, "Take off my mask."

Your eyes widened, not believing what you just heard from his mouth. Alas, his glare is enough to confirm the truth.

He guides your hands to his mask, pushing it up in a manner that's close to unveiling a white cover. And once the mask is lifted, you have no time to admire him as he slams his lips against yours.

Your cry of surprise is swallowed by his mouth, as he pushes his tongue between your lips. You can't do anything but cling to him, as he presses your body down with his, until your back is flush against the cushion.

When you open your eyes, what greets you is a pair of eclipses. Gone was the cruel Colonel, as he's replaced by a voracious brute.

The moment he opens his mouth, you know you'll be devoured by him.

#i wrote 2 konig fics in one day there's something wrong with me #cod #cod mw2 #call of duty #konig x reader #könig x reader #könig cod #konig mw2 #is this cannibal core?#idk girl #yandere konig #there's something about fingers in a mouth...........#i'm normal i swear #I've fixed the 3rd person pov. just noticed it now. oopsie my bad

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strangersteddierthings · 6 months

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Good People

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Final Part

Wayne knows eavesdropping isn't the done thing. He's definitely old enough to know better, and he wasn't going to. He had a plan. He was going to walk directly into the living room, so they'd know he was awake, and after he'd fixed his cup of coffee, he'd plopped into his perfectly worn in recliner and subtly glare at the Harrington boy until he squirmed.

Mostly because it amused Wayne, but also just a little sliver of it was because he wanted the Harrington boy to know Wayne didn't think he was good enough for his boy. But only a little! Lord knows that Wayne couldn't do anything to make Eddie change his mind about Steve Harrington, short of Harrington proving Wayne right. Which he doesn't actually want because he doesn't want Eddie hurt.

He's just... He expects it to happen. That's what boys like Harrington do to boys like Eddie. He's seen it enough times to know that this song and dance leave no room for improvisation. Boys like Harrington play around, get their kicks with the devotion Eddie shows them, and then when they've had their fill, they leave.

Boys like Harrington will never be good enough for Eddie, but they always leave with Eddie feeling like he's not enough. Wayne hates it.

Anyway, his plan wasn't to eavesdrop. It's just that Harrington said his name and Wayne found himself standing still instead of continuing.

"Why doesn't Wayne like me?" Harrington asks.

"This again?" Eddie says dismissively, which has Wayne agreeing. His opinion shouldn't have bearing on their friendship.

A deep sigh from Harrington before, "I just. It's- he means so much to you. And, like, I- nevermind. It's stupid. I'm stupid."

"Hey," Eddie sounds a type of serious that Wayne rarely hears from him, "you're not stupid. And you gotta quit fucking saying that. You say it enough and you'll start to believe it and it's not true."

"Hard to quit feeling stupid when people dismiss my concerns like they are stupid," Harrington snaps back, bitchy as can be. The tone makes Wayne bristle on behalf of Eddie. His boy doesn't reply immediately, though. Doesn't bite back like Wayne's used to hearing. Huh. Maybe he's growing up, just a little.

"You're right, Steve," Eddie says when he finally speaks. "That was dismissive. I'm sorry. Explain it to me. Why does it matter to you whether Wayne likes you or not?"

"Well, because he's your family."

"Yeah," Eddie agrees, "he is. But that doesn't explain why it matters. I don't care if your parents like me or not."

"That's different!"

"How?" Eddie asks, soft but firm.

"Because their opinion doesn't matter. It's not- It's irrelevant. What they think."

"That makes no sense. Wayne's opinion matters because he's my family, but your parents' opinion doesn't even though they're your family?"

"Yes!"

"But why?" Eddie presses.

"Because they're bad people!" Steve bursts, not quite shouting but close. "Because when bad people don't think highly of you, it's not a fault in you. Their disproval is, like, a compliment. They don't like you because you're too different from them. And that's great! You shouldn't want their approval. It's different, because your uncle is a good person. And when a good person doesn't like you, it is your fault. It's something- it's..." Harrington loses steam here, voice dropping low and defeated, "there's something wrong with me. Something in me that- that he just knows. Senses about me or whatever. Something wrong or rotten or-"

"Steve! That's bullshit. Sure, Wayne's been standoffish, but he'll come around. You're not wrong, or rotten, or whatever else you think you are."

"How do you know that? I was an asshole most of life and what if that's just the real me? What if that's who I'll always be deep down. 'Cause I'm trying so damn hard, man. I'm giving it my all trying to be a better person and it's not enough! Everyone still talks about who I was in high school and even you-" Harrington snaps his mouth closed so hard that Wayne hears the clack of his teeth from his position in the hallway. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- I'm sorry."

"Steve. This is about more than just my uncle's opinion of you, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"I want you, too. I want to know if I've ever done anything to make you feel like you aren't enough."

Wayne really shouldn't be listening. He should back down the hall and into his room. Give them time to talk.

"No, Eddie, you don't make me feel like- that's not what I meant. I just. I'm...."

"Hey, Stevie, you can tell me."

"I'm just so afraid that... That one day everyone will wake up and realize what Wayne already knows. That I'm not good enough for them. For you."

Oh. Wayne really shouldn't be listening.

"I'll admit that Wayne's opinion is important to me, for a lot of things. But not about you. What I feel about you, how I feel about you, isn't dictated by Wayne."

"Sure. I mean, I know that, like, logically or whatever. But it's. I can't convince my brain that you won't just. Hate me one day. And I- fuck, Eddie, I'm already halfway in love with you and-"

"You're in love with me?" Eddie interrupts, sounding awed, starstruck, and Wayne cannot be listening anymore. He backs down the hall silently and back into his room.

Steve Harrington seems to think that he's a good person, but he's not feeling like a good person at the moment.

He's got some thinking to do.

#steddie #my fic #wayne munson #eddie munson #steve harrington #wayne pov #wayne doesnt like steve and steve cannot accept that #not doing a readmore because its very short.

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cam girl (part ten)

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.

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Rafe is on your mind constantly. At this point, you’ve accepted it. There was something about the way he looked at you in his car last night. Possibly. Hopefully.

You stand in a quiet aisle, eyeing merchandise while you hold the charm on the necklace he gave you, the metal warm under your fingertips.

You’d never been in a sex shop before. The guys you hooked up with before Rafe were nowhere near as kinky as him and you bought all the stuff you needed to be a cam girl online.

But seeing all the possibilities makes your stomach twist with excitement. You want to try absolutely everything with Rafe.

You’ve been thinking about coming here throughout all your classes today with one thing in mind. Rafe loves to use toys on you, but you’ve never used anything on him.

With Rafe’s need for control, you assume he won’t be all that open to using a cock ring, but you want to do something special for him. Maybe you can introduce him to something for a change.

You find a vibrating ring that you know will fit him, then decide to send him a photo of the toys in the aisle behind you and text him: this is a great place to meet guys.

Before you’re even at the register, your phone buzzes.

Rafe: dont joke like that

Rafe: buying something for yourself princess?

He sends you $100.

You reply: something like that :)

You check out at the register and head home, already looking forward to tonight. Your phone buzzes again.

Rafe: when can i come over?

You smile at your phone.

You: what about our cam session?

You get a notification that he sent $1000. The alert makes you wonder if he thinks you’re just doing all this solely for the money and gifts.

You’d do it all for free.

Rafe: i won’t wait that long

Not just can’t. He won’t.

You reply: like 8ish?

Rafe: ok

It starts to rain close to 8 and when Rafe arrives at your place, his hair is wet and his face and jacket are peppered with raindrops.

“Is the valet not working today?” you joke, knowing full well he had to find street parking on your busy road.

He breathes a chuckle, stepping into your apartment with his usual ease. You’ve noticed that he walks into every room like he owns it.

Rafe shakes off his jacket and places it on the back of one of your kitchen table chairs while you grab a clean hand towel out of your hamper.

“Sorry this towel’s not a million thread count,” you tease, meeting him to dab the towel over his face.

His blue eyes search your face with a hint of something new. Confusion?

You realize you didn’t even think about it; you thoughtlessly started to dry him off. It was such a mechanical response. Your impulse is to take care of him, make him comfortable.

It’s official. This man is not just a fuck buddy to you anymore.

“What?” you ask, knowing you need to crack a joke to break the tension. “I’m just drying off my seat.”

“Oh, my God,” Rafe groans, trying to act annoyed, but you know he’s not. You laugh and lower the towel, squeezing the cotton in your hands.

“What’d you buy?” he asks, clearly eager.

“I’ll show you later. I wanna hear what you have planned,” you say. “You always have something planned.”

“You first,” he says.

“Rafe,” you whine, dropping the towel to rest your hands on his firm shoulders. “Can’t I surprise you for once? What do you want to do to me tonight?”

“I wanna see what you bought,” Rafe solidifies.

You suck your teeth in frustration, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“Please?” you breathe. “I’m always the one waiting. Why don’t you wait for once?”

Rafe’s jaw tightens and he shakes his head in disbelief like he can’t believe he’s giving in, but he gives in.

“You ever been tied up?” he finally asks, his voice so deep that it reverberates through you. The air is suddenly thick and any impression of humor that was floating between you has been dismissed by his words.

“Like… bondage?” you say in a short breath, mulling it over as blood rushes to your cheeks. “No. I haven’t.”

He closes the already minuscule distance between you, cradling your jaw in his cool hand.

“I want your hands tied up while I fuck you,” he says. Your mouth goes dry. Just when you think he can’t get any fucking hotter.

Rafe’s hand drops and you hear his belt unbuckling while his hot breath spreads across your cheek.

“Why the fuck are you still dressed?” he rasps. You’re reeling as you strip down to nothing but the necklace he gave you. You hear the clang of his belt buckle falling onto your kitchen table beside you.

Rafe’s hands drag over your hips, pinching down when he turns you to face the other way. He’s still in his boxers, his cock jabbing against your ass. His warm chest is pressed on your back, rising and falling.

“You’re always the one waiting?” he mutters. The belt buckle drags off the table top, and when you feel him roughly grab both your wrists and wrap the thick leather around them, the familiar need for him between your legs aches.

“You’re always waiting,” he repeats with a scoff. “I’m the one who’s always fucking waiting.”

You want to know what he means, but the belt is suddenly tight around your wrists, your chest jutting out. Rafe pushes you by the back of your neck so that your front is down on your table, your cheek flush against the hard plastic.

“Spread your legs,” he orders.

The muscles in your thighs are strained and your hips burn against the hard table from the way he has you bent over. He couldn’t even spare the few seconds to go to your bedroom.

You feel his tip press against you, making you wonder which hole he wants to fuck.

“Beg for it,” he orders. His fingers tighten around the back of your neck. Your arms are already burning from being bound like this.

“Please fuck me,” you moan, lips flanged from how hard your cheek is being pushed against the table.

“Say my fucking name,” he tells you.

“Please, Rafe,” you obey. He groans in response, hands settling on your hips.

He stretches your cunt out so fucking slowly that you want to scream. You push back against him, and you swear, he laughs at your desperation.

Rafe finally bottoms out in you, his hips against your ass. He puts his hand over your bound wrists, starting to drag out again.

“This pussy is fucking mine,” he says. As if you need the reminder. He owns you completely.

When he picks up the pace, driving into you, your breath hitches. With every thrust, your hips grind against the hard table, making you ache in pain.

“Ow,” you snip before you can stop yourself.

Rafe immediately pulls out of you, making you writhe in frustration.

“What hurts?”

“Nothing,” you lie, wanting him more than you want the pain to stop. “Keep going.”

“What hurts?” he repeats sternly.

“My hips,” you admit. “I’m fine, it’s just ‘cause of the table. Please just-”

“I’m not making you cry again,” he snaps. He cups a hand on your shoulder. “Go to your bed.”

“Rafe, it’s fine.” You feel oddly ashamed, like you’re not doing your job pleasing him how he wants you to.

“Go,” he mutters. His hand pulls you up and you have no choice but to let him push you into your bedroom.

Your wrists are still bound at your lower back when he bends you over your bed. You sink onto your stomach, feeling Rafe’s fingers spread you open before driving his cock into you again.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he relentlessly pounds in and out of you. Your arms strain against the constrictions of his belt, the sensations so fucking perfect.

“Shit, I’m…” he groans, and you know he’s close, so you try to tilt up your hips so he can get as deep as possible.

Rafe shakes through his orgasm and you think how you could never tire of this feeling, of being the one he finishes inside of and reaches this feeling with.

He’s panting when he pulls out of you. Your wrists burn against the belt as he loosens it. His hand smooths over your ass before he spanks you and collapses beside you.

“Show me what you bought,” he says. “It better make you cum.” You tilt your head to meet his gaze.

“Have an open mind, okay?”

“Damn, what the fuck is it?” Rafe asks with a curious laugh.

You’re sore as you get up on your knees and shift to grab the white ring you already took out of the packaging and placed in your nightstand.

When you settle back on the bed and hold it out in front of him, his brows furrow.

“Is that…?” He can’t finish the sentence, his tone apprehensive.

“It might feel really good,” you say with a small smile. “I got a vibrating one.”

Rafe sits up, glancing down at your purchase before looking up at you again.

“Come on,” you laugh. “You surprise me all the time. I can’t surprise you?”

He clears his throat.

“I don’t know,” he says simply, blinking fast. It sounds like a hard no.

“Oh,” you say. You’re shocked he’s not at least a little open to it, considering how kinky he is. “Okay. Sorry.”

You turn to put the toy away, but his next words stop you.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Fine.”

“Really?” you ask, meeting his eyes again.

“You just look so fucking sad,” he groans.

“You don’t have to do it.”

“Let’s just try it.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “After everything I do to you…” You smile in response.

Rafe sits up against the head of your bed frame and you straddle him, dipping your head to kiss him. It’s strange how with him, making out feels more intimate than sex does. As good as the sex is, nothing gets your heart fluttering quite like when his lips are on yours.

Your hands settle on his shoulders and you tug at the ends of hair as you kiss him passionately.

Rafe smiles under the kiss, your lips molding together, his tongue tumbling with yours. You feel him getting hard again.

You pull back to slide the ring down his cock and he sighs in a way that tells you he can’t believe he’s actually doing this before he takes you in to kiss you again.

Rafe’s hands roll over your ass, squeezing and kneading as you sit on his naked lap. This is the longest you’ve ever kissed. It feels crazy to realize that, considering everything you’ve done together.

“Shit,” he shifts beneath you. His cock is growing, the ring starting to squeeze around him.

“How’s it feel?” you ask.

“Good,” he breathes, eyes low. It makes your heart swell with pride. “Ride me.”

You sink down on him slowly, feeling the ring against you once you’re fully seated. You find the button at the top of it to turn on the vibration.

You both exhale in pleasure at the same time. He skims his hands up to your waist, looking at you while you grind on top of him.

In the dim light of your quiet bedroom, the toy buzzing against your clit, how deep he is inside you, the way his eyes are locked on yours… it’s all so perfect. Everything with him is so fucking perfect that it can’t be true.

The fact that you ended up here all because of a part-time cleaning job and a cam website feels insane.

Your palm is against his hot chest. He looks down at it and his dimples dip into his cheeks as he smiles smugly.

“Your hands are so fucking cute,” he teases. The non-sexual compliment sends you into a tizzy.

“Yours are huge,” you retort, trying to keep cool.

“What else is huge?” he asks.

“Your ego.”

“Fuck off,” he laughs.

“Okay,” you tease, starting to sit up so he’ll slip out of you. He roughly pulls you back down by your hips.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Rafe mutters. You laugh and start to fuck him faster, your hips rolling in circles.

“Fuck,” he groans, head tilting back. “I… Fuck, I need to get on top.”

You shift to let him settle over you, your head resting on your pillow. Rafe’s hand runs up the side of your bent leg and he grabs your calf to pull it towards him, silently inviting you to wrap your legs around him.

You hook your ankles together, your entire body hugging him.

You fuck for at least twenty straight minutes, both of you sweating and panting and shaking. You knew he’d last extra long with the cock ring tight around him, but this is unbelievable.

You cum twice underneath him in the span of the session, earning a string of “good girl”s from him. By your third orgasm, he starts to tremble, too.

When Rafe cums inside you, his name tumbles out in his groan. Not princess, not baby, not good girl, but your name, and it gives you a knotted feeling in your stomach that you haven’t had with him yet.

Maybe it’s because he’s elated over coming down from a new level. Or maybe it’s more.

He pulls out, still dripping.

“So… you like my present?” you ask when he falls in your bed next to you.

“Fuck,” Rafe groans. “That was…” He doesn’t seem to have the words, but neither do you. How do you even begin to describe something this unreal?

“I need water,” you say, unsure of how you’re going to even stand up. “Want some?”

He shakes his head in response.

You stand at your kitchen sink, leaning against the counter and swallowing down cold water. On your way back to the bedroom, you notice a lit up screen on your kitchen table.

Rafe must have left his phone here before you moved to the bed. Through pure instinct, you look at the screen. By the time you realize you’re accidentally snooping, it’s too late.

You don’t see the contact name in time, but you do see the message.

bro where are you? too many bitches here for just me lol

A chill rushes through your body. It must be one of his buddies waiting for him at a party.

Of course. It’s a Friday night and you’re pretty sure all the rich people on the island have to do is party.

You feel like an idiot. Expecting exclusivity from Rafe in the arrangement you’re in was ridiculous. Of course he’s fucking around on the side. Someone like him, with his sex drive, can’t be satisfied by one girl.

At this point, you just want him to leave, so you collect his clothes off the kitchen floor.

Thankfully, Rafe’s already sitting up in your bed when you reenter your bedroom. Surely eager to go.

“Here,” you say coldly, handing him his jeans and t-shirt. You don’t look at him when he takes his clothes from you. “Are you gonna head out?”

You realize when you ask the question, it’s like a secret test you’re putting him through. If he stays, he gives a shit about you. If he leaves, he doesn’t.

“Yeah, I should,” he says. He should. Yeah, he really should go look at and flirt with and fuck other girls.

“‘Kay.” You start to collect some clean clothes from your dresser, covering your body with them, feeling strangely insecure around him now.

“You pissed off or something?” he asks behind you as he gets dressed.

You clench your jaw. Honestly, you’re more hurt than anything. But are you even allowed to be? Just because he acts like your boyfriend sometimes doesn’t mean he is.

“No,” you reply. You swallow down the painful feelings and turn to look at him. “Just tired.” You think back to your texts yesterday about how often you’ve hooked up. “Lost count, right? I might need a break.”

You don’t mean it. At this point, you’re just defensive. Wanting to hurt him like he hurt you.

Rafe’s face flashes in displeasure.

“What - why? What the fuck happened in the last fucking minute?” he asks.

“I’m not allowed to be tired?” you respond.

He dips his head, nodding as he buttons his jeans. He seems silenced by his own anger. Your eyes sweep down his muscled body, wishing he’d just hug you and ask you what’s wrong one more time and reassure you that you’re more than just sex to him.

You can tell he’s pissed off and you know you’re not being fair, but you let him leave without any more words exchanged between you.

After a long shower, you lie in bed and wish Rafe didn’t leave his smell on your pillow. You browse your phone, trying to distract yourself.

You tell yourself you’ll go to sleep in five minutes over and over again. You’re working at the estate tomorrow. You need to get up early. But you know the moment you close your eyes, you’ll be trapped in your thoughts. You don’t want to think about him.

It’s nearing midnight when a text comes in.

Rafe: princessssssdsssss

You look at your screen in confusion. Is this a drunk text?

Rafe: ur mean

Rafe: but ypur pussy is sooo niiice lol

Yeah. He’s plastered.

Rafe: ans you have cutehands

Rafe: you akwyas smell good how the fuck is fhat possibke

You hate that your heart warms at the fact that he’s clearly fucked up but his instinct is to text you.

You reply: i think someone’s drunk…

Rafe: yes iam

Rafe: idk what i’m gona do with yiu loool

You: what do you want to do with me?

You get an alert that he sent you $69.

Rafe: that

Rafe: looool

Sex. Of course.

You: are you going to make me do every position?

Rafe: you’r efreaky as fuck. i know youd like it

You: true…

Rafe: lowkey ur all i think about

Goddamn it. Your heart is pounding at this point. You try to play it off.

You: oh only lowkey. cool

Rafe: don’t be maddd

You: i’m pissed

Rafe: we should fuck aboutt it :)

You know the answer to your next question, that he sees you as a booty call and that’s all, but you know the confirmation.

You: is that all you want to do rafe? fuck?

Rafe: YES

Rafe: what if i come over again tonigjt lol

You: i work tomorrow. i need to sleep

Rafe: you need this dick

You: omg

Rafe: do you likw this skng

Rafe: song

You: ??? what song

You can’t stifle your laugh at how shit-faced he is.

Rafe: irs good

Rafe: u should giveme a lap dance

You: you’re drunk as hell. i’ll see you tomorrow, ok? goodnight

You think back to the way he looked when you snapped at him earlier and decide to send one more message.

You: sorry i was mean

He doesn’t reply. Maybe it’s better that way.

Your body is heavy the next morning. You barely make it to the Camerons’ estate. You don’t see Rafe at all in the morning. You’re guessing he crashed at whoever’s party he went to.

You wonder how many bitches, as he and his friends say, he talked to last night.

When it’s time to turn over his bedsheets, you take a moment to take in the familiarity of his bedroom. When you pull over a new fitted sheet, you realize just how exhausted you are.

There’s no reason for another maid to come into this room. It’s on your list only. And Rafe is gone.

So, what’s the harm in lying down to rest, just for a little bit? You’ll do a better job when you’re not exhausted.

You won’t close your eyes.

You lie on his pillow. Okay, maybe you can close your eyes for a minute. You’ll count to sixty then stand back up.

The numbers quickly melt away and you slip into a slumber.

When you wake up, nuzzling your face into the pillow, Rafe is in bed with you, his back to you.

It takes a moment to remember where you are. You sit up and he notices the movement, turning to look at you over his shoulder.

{ read part eleven here }

author’s note: shoutout to my readers for being so creative. thank you to this anon and this anon and to another reader (you know who you are) for your contributions to this chapter! ILY!

#we are FINALLY getting rafe’s pov in the next part 🫡#also dont hate me for the cliffhanger pls #two more parts and the series will wrap up!!! hope you’ve liked it 🥰#im excited to give this fic its ending but honestly sad its almost over #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #obx smut #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fanfic

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weaponizedducks · 3 months

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imagine what the ealdor villagers must have thought of merlin. when he lived there they thought he was a bit odd, probably accident prone, on the outside, bit of a funny guy. he had exactly one friend. all of a sudden he leaves to go to fucking camelot of all places. why? stfu we don't need a why. they think nothing of it and forget about him.

IMAGINE THEIR REACTION WHEN HE RANDOMLY SHOWS UP WITH THE FUCKING PRINCE OF CAMELOT, THEIR ENEMY, FOLLOWING HIM LIKE A LOST PUPPY. I WOULD BE SHOCKED OUT OF MY FUCKING SKIN IF A LITTLE WEIRDO REAPPEARED HAVING BAGGED A PRINCE. NO WONDER WILL WAS SUSPICIOUS. WHY IS AN ENEMY PRINCE HERE. WHY IS HE HARDCORE FLIRTING WITH MY BESTIE. WHY IS HE SO WHIPPED.

#if anyone has any fics like this pls rec them #ealdor #god they must have been so confused #merthur #outsider pov #merlin #hunith #bbc merlin #if leon were here he would be sufferin #i'm tagging it #long suffering leon #leon the long suffering #will of ealdor #arthur pendragon #blue rewatches merlin

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chubs-deuce · 2 months

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I don't have specifically valentine's day art or anything but I made this today :3

look I love me a good corruption arc for this ship as much as the next guy esp bc it's more in-character for them, but the few stories that take a sillier, more light-hearted approach are a nice sugary treat too from time to time

#charlastor #radiobelle #faintly inspired by the fic A Tail of Beignets bc that's lowkey how their dynamic is there - at least from Charlie's unreliable POV #charlie thinking of it like a romcom while alastor has a grey ace self discovery freakout in the bg that he handles very poorly #can't wait to see when his POV is getting written and posted it's gonna be a right mess hahaha #charlie morningstar #alastor #hazbin hotel #digital #art #fanart #my art

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it-happened-one-fic · 1 year

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Because I'd Loved Him All Along - Ace

Author's Notes: Happy Valentines Day! I intended to post something more Valentines themed but I found this in my drafts and, well, it's sort of a long story. Just know that you have no idea how close this (and it's partner fic) came to never being posted. I really don't know why I decided to write a fic from Reader's point of view and then a partner one from Ace's point of view. But here we are. Anyway, This was written while I listened to "Far Away" by Nickelback. It's angst with comfort and Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Here's the link to the partner fic: Because He'd Loved You All Along (Ace's POV)

Type: Fluff/Angst with Comfort/Romantic/Probably not canon compliant/gender-neutral reader

Word Count: 1549

“Y/N!!!!” I flinched at the sound of my name being shouted from behind me by that familiar voice. Evidently enough, Grim had told him, and no doubt Deuce, what Crowley had just informed me of mere moments ago already.

I turned, expecting to see a bright grin and mischievously sparkling red eyes that would be so at odds with the muddled feelings in my heart. I was instead greeted by a deep frown and red eyes that were filled with ire.

I all but stumbled backwards in surprise at the uncharacteristic expression on his face, “Ace?”

My voice was so tiny when it came out, but it did nothing to stop his speedy approach.

A speedy approach that gradually slowed to a purposeful march as he stormed my direction. “Is it true?”

“Is what true?” I offered a meek grin, unsure of why I echoed his question back at him. I knew exactly what he was talking about. What I didn’t know was why he was so upset about it. I’d honestly expected congratulations…..

“You know exactly what I’m talking about and don’t pretend you don’t. Are you leaving tomorrow?” My eyes managed to widen a bit further at his increasingly irritated tone.

To be honest, I was thrown for a loop.

Why was he mad? Why was I unsure about what I wanted to do? Was it true? I truly didn’t know the answer to any of these questions and Ace and his questions were only serving to confuse me more. Especially when his was the face that kept coming to mind when I even considered leaving Twisted Wonderland and returning home.

“I…I don’t understand, Why are you so mad?” I shook my head, confusion overwhelming me as I tried to find the answer to both his questions and mine.

My question was met with an eye twitch and him crossing his arms, staunchly refusing to answer my question while also pressuring me to answer his without saying a single word.

At this point I knew Ace well enough to realize he wasn’t budging till I’d puzzled out my answer. The very same answer I’d just been looking for before he’d come running up.

Go home tomorrow and probably never see any of the people I'd come to care for, or stay here and possibly miss out on my one chance to return to the life I knew and see my family and friends from before I came here?

It was a difficult conundrum that didn’t seem to have a right answer.

Which one would I regret more? Impossible to say since I’d have regrets either way.

I glanced up at Ace to find him still frowning at me, but his stance was a little different. Almost like he was softening in the face of my obvious confusion.

“I… I don’t know Ace,” His eyebrows lifted at my honest answer. It was perfectly obvious that it wasn’t the answer he wanted but… It was the only answer I had right now. So I continued, defending myself and my answer.

“It is true that I can go home tomorrow. Crowley just told me this morning. It’s also true that if I don’t take this chance I might never get another one…. He was very clear about that.” I stopped, remembering the Headmaster’s dooming words.

“This is a very rare opportunity! Most people are never even alive to see the proper alignment of the hundreds of factors that allow traversing between worlds… Much less twice! You’re incredibly lucky Y/n!” His beaming face had been the complete opposite of the intense sinking feeling I’d had when he’d told me.

I shook my head, dragging myself back to the present so that I could continue to explain. Half of me was surprised Ace hadn’t interrupted my thoughts yet, “So… I don’t know if I’m leaving. Leaving probably means I’d never see you or anyone else here again. But staying….”

I hesitated as my mind swirled with mounting horror as the gravity of the situation slowly began to crush me more and more and my voice began to crack, “Heavens…Can I even stay?”

I swallowed the pressure building in my throat.

And here I thought I could handle anything after dealing with the overblots. Now I couldn’t even bring myself to look Ace in the eye as I wallowed in feelings of regret for things that hadn’t even happened yet.

Even I could tell I was spiraling as my previously coherent words slowly began to deteriorate along with my thoughts and feelings.

“I don’t even have a birth certificate and I don’t belong in this world…. What do my parents think has happened to me? Do they think I’m dead?” I at last met Ace’s gaze, fighting to hold back the tears that now began to sting my eyes.

His red eyes, usually so bright and cheerful, were now wide and unsure. He didn’t know what to do and I couldn’t blame.

I’d always been the strong one that didn’t panic even in the worst situation. And yet here I was breaking down in front of him. I was ashamed.

This shouldn’t be difficult for him. It wasn’t even his problem. It certainly shouldn’t be difficult for me. The answer should be easy. I should go home and return to how things were.

I should forget the mischievous boy who’d been by my side since the very start of things and had supported me through some of my most dangerous experiences. Simply put, I should move one.

Yet here I stood, tears welling up in my eyes even as I fought them, staring at the boy that held my heart in his hands and silently begging him for an answer. I didn’t know what to do this time and I couldn’t be the strong one this time.

This time I was going to shatter into a million pieces before blowing away on the winds of regret and sorrow. Because I knew exactly what I would do.

I was a coward who couldn’t face uncertainty without support. And if I didn’t receive that support I would disappear from this world altogether and fade into a vague memory.

I inhaled, a long trembling breath, “What should I do Ace? I don’t know anymore… What should I do?” My voice came out small and broken. I wanted to curl up and hide where no one would see my pitiful state. My head lowered as I looked downwards, refusing to let tears come out where anyone could see.

And then I felt it. One hand grabbing my arm and tugging me forwards while his other arm wrapped around my waist in a tight hug.

I was frozen, waiting and expecting his typical scoff that would be followed by a sassy comment meant to make me laugh, but it never came. Instead, I felt myself relax and melt into his embrace just in time to hear him start talking in an impossibly soft voice.

“I don’t know Y/n… But I do know you should do whatever will make you happy.” He leaned back, pressing his forehead to mine and giving me a pointed stare, “The rest of it doesn’t matter. Do what you want to do.”

“But what if-”

“No what if’s. You don’t have magic and you can’t see the future. You have to make a choice and it doesn’t matter if it's wrong or right. You just have to make a choice.” His voice held a firmness that it only ever carried when he was scolding someone, but it really didn’t feel like I was being scolded.

He maintained his stern expression, demanding an answer just like before. But this time it was different. It didn’t feel like he was angry. It felt like he was trying to help me in his own strange way.

“If I stay…” Something flickered deep within his eyes that made me pause, hesitation flooding in before I could myself continue.

But then my fingers curled tighter into his jacket as I forced myself to continue even as iI relied on him for support,“If I stay here, will you stay with me?”

I suppose that was the heart of the matter. I was afraid that even if I did stay, I might not be able to remain with him or anyone I was close to. They might move one, find new friends and forget me even if I chose to abandon my home and stay with them.

I watched him nervously, fearful of his answer and wary of his teasing. A slow smile appeared on his face and the corners of his eyes crinkled ever so slightly, “Haven’t I stayed with you this whole time? If I leave you’ll get yourself into trouble.”

The tears that pricked at my eyes, but they were different now. Instead of tears of distress and heartbreak these were tears of relieved joy that only seemed to amuse him further.

“I’ll stay with you because….” He trailed off, an uncharacteristically gentle smile on his face as he closed his eyes, keeping his forehead pressed to mine.

But he didn’t have to finish. Because even if I didn’t know how he would have finished his statement I knew how I would.

Because I’d loved him all along.

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regeditt · 2 months

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james: i love it when you speak french

regulus: voulez vous coucher avec moi?? ce soir??

james: what's that mean

regulus: don't worry about it

#trans: “wanna have sex with me?? tonight??”#but like in super formal french #like yk the song #pov the one time speaking french is useful #is when reading jegulus fics #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #marauders incorrect quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #starchaser #sunseeker

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seek--rest · 1 year

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Is it Thursday yet?! Let’s skip hump day this week and go straight to Thursday!!

#pov

aksksks we need Wednesday cause I need time to write the chapter 🫣 may not make it (idk how long double posting is sustainable) but trust me, I wanna read the next chapter just as bad as you do lmao

#seek speaks #petermj #spideychelle #petermjane #pov fic

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loveinhawkins · 1 year

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It’s Dustin who saves Eddie.

He doesn’t try and carry him back to the trailer, nothing like that—if he could manage that on determination alone, then he would, but his throbbing leg has other ideas.

So he stays by Eddie’s side. Throws off his hoodie and starts to rip any piece of his clothing that he can, because he’s come a long way from when he once stuck bandaids on Steve’s beaten up face.

“What… what are you doing?” Eddie says in between gasping breaths.

Dustin would laugh if he wasn’t so scared. “Buying more time,” he echoes. Then he looks Eddie right in the eye and adds, voice wavering, “I’m really fucking sorry in advance.”

He takes a deep breath and presses the material to Eddie’s chest with force.

Eddie screams.

Dustin grits his teeth. Keeps going.

He creates makeshift tourniquets for Eddie’s arms, keeps tearing at his shirt, then takes it off entirely to use as a larger bandage, ignoring the shock of cold against his skin; the only thought in his head is that he has to stop the bleeding.

Eddie’s hand finds his bare shoulder. Squeezes weakly. “Tha’s enough,” he slurs. “D-Dustin, stop.”

And Dustin only does what he says because it doesn’t look like any more blood is soaking through the material. He keeps pressure on the worst of the wounds, tries to keep his elbows locked, as if that will stop his relentless shivering.

And when he looks up, he sees a tear fall from Eddie’s eye, down his temple, into his hair—and Dustin somehow knows that it’s not from pain alone, that Eddie’s crying just because he can see how cold he is.

“M’sorry,” Eddie whispers. “Never meant for… for you to—”

“Shut up,” Dustin says, then hastily amends, “Actually, don’t shut up, just—just stay awake. They’ll be back soon, okay, Steve and Robin and Nancy, and they’ll—”

“Steve,” Eddie agrees. His voice goes up and down, like a little song: “Steve, Steve, Steve.”

“Yeah, he’ll—hey, Eddie, eyes open.”

“Mm-hmm,” Eddie says faintly. “Eyes… oh, forgot to… you were right, H-Henderson, he’s… a badass. S’got pretty eyes, too, like wow. Pretty, pretty…”

And…

Well. That’s a development.

“You can tell me all about Steve’s pretty eyes if you keep yours open.”

And Eddie’s eyes do jolt open at that, like he’s received an electric shock. He groans in mortification.

“Jesus Christ. Didn’t mean to—fuck, feel like I’m drunk, man, I can’t… just kill me.”

Dustin thinks he probably would have found that request funny if Eddie wasn’t saying it through teeth flecked with blood.

Still, he does let out a strangled, hysterical giggle when he says, “I know how to keep you awake now.”

Eddie groans again. “Spare me the—”

“He sings in the shower, like, full blown Elvis impression, all that jazz. And he denies having lucky socks, but he wears the same pair whenever Lucas has a basketball game.”

“Huh?” Eddie says eloquently.

“Pay attention, dude, you need to know what you’re getting into! Oh, he said when he went to see The Fox and the Hound, he cried.”

Eddie chuckles. “That’s… oh, that’s sweet.” He smiles, eyes bright, and Dustin suddenly knows that they’re gonna be okay. “Keep going?”

Dustin does. He talks about how Steve always says, “Two for joy,” even when he sees a singular magpie, because he reasons that the second one is always just hiding. How he eats ice-cream too fast, does a comical hop in place when he inevitably gets brain freeze. That whenever he happens to pick up Dustin from school, he almost always has a Simon and Garfunkel tape playing, sings along to At the Zoo as he turns out of the parking lot.

Dustin doesn’t mention the Farrah Fawcett spray; a promise is a promise.

Eddie seems pretty damn well entertained with what he’s been given, anyway. He keeps smiling, lets out breathy chuckles that give Dustin hope: that he still has enough energy to laugh.

“Okay, okay, I’m awake,” he says, “I’m so awake, jus’… you just relax.”

And it’s only when Dustin stops talking that he realises his teeth have been chattering the whole time.

Eddie gives an unhappy sounding hum, and his hand comes up to clumsily rub at Dustin’s forearm.

“Your lips are blue.”

“I’m f-fine.”

A sudden desperate yell splits through the air; Dustin didn’t know that Steve could sound quite like that.

“Here!” Dustin shouts as much as he can.

He hears three people running; Steve gets there first.

Eddie’s eyes go wide. “Steve,” he says, and Dustin’s seen enough movies to think that this could be it, the big moment, or at the very least that Eddie’s about to give another wandering speech on Steve’s eyes.

But instead—

“Steve, Steve,” Eddie repeats, “Dustin’s cold.”

“Jesus Christ,” Steve says; he’s already taking off his jacket, shoving Dustin into it with this frantic mixture of urgency and care.

Dustin’s shivers get even more pronounced as the jacket’s zipped up, as the warmth from Steve’s body heat hits him.

“Think E-Eddie’s—b-bleeding stopped,” he says, accidentally biting on his tongue thanks to his chattering teeth.

Steve looks over Dustin’s handiwork, eyes shining. “Yeah, you did good,” he says, choked, rubs his hands down Dustin’s forearms more effectually than Eddie had. “You did so good.”

“You must’ve been wearing your socks tonight, Harrington,” Eddie says.

Steve stares at him. It’s only when he starts to laugh that Dustin realises he’s crying at the same time. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Shh, s’okay,” Eddie says. “I cried at th’movie, too, don’ tell anyone. S’not fair what… s’posed to be a happy endin’…”

Steve catches Dustin’s eye, says, deadpan, even with a tear-streaked face, “Doc, I think we’re losing him.”

Dustin whacks him on the arm, because it’s so stupid, it’s so Steve, and, God, they're really gonna be okay.

“Dustin’s th’best doctor,” Eddie chants, “best, best, best…”

“Yeah, he’s a goddamn superhero,” Steve says sincerely.

There’s a look Steve has on his face while he lifts Eddie up, a fleeting softness right before he goes back into planning mode, scanning the trailer park in case of any more threats; where Eddie’s fingers curl around Steve’s neck, and Steve smiles down at him, and…

Dustin would put a bet on Steve thinking Eddie has pretty eyes, too.

At least, he would if he could stand up.

When Steve clocks his leg, his jaw works a couple of times before he speaks. “Hey, Robin, Nance?” He raises his voice, looking to some point in the distance. “Could you—help Dustin up, I’ve—uh, kinda got my hands full.”

His tone is light, but his chin trembles just a bit, like he might break down at the thought that he can’t carry Dustin out of here, too.

“Okay, c’mon superhero,” Robin says, suddenly by Dustin’s side; she counts down, and then Dustin’s being carefully lifted up, an arm flung around Nancy, too.

“I’m okay,” Dustin feels the need to say. Robin and Nancy are out of breath, and he can’t help noticing the vivid red marks around their necks.

“Yeah, you will be,” Robin corrects.

“Is—is Eddie—?”

“Look, he’s right in front,” Nancy says. “Steve’s got him.” She lowers her voice and when she says, “You were really brave, you know,” Dustin has to swallow a lump in his throat: for a moment feels thirteen years old, her hand in his at the Snow Ball.

And she’s right; Eddie is right in front. Dustin can see him trailing a hand up and down Steve’s arm, slow and soothing, and he’s talking, just too far away to be heard.

For a few steps, Dustin thinks that Eddie must be spilling more of what he’s learned, regurgitating the anecdotes.

But then Robin and Nancy pull him a little closer. And he can read Eddie’s lips.

He’s okay, Eddie is saying, looking away from Steve’s face to find where Dustin is. He’s right behind us, sweetheart. He’s okay.

#dustin henderson fic #eddie and dustin #steve and dustin #steddie with dustin’s pov #henderfam #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eddie munson #i couldn’t resist the music reference it’s a song i love but wasn’t coming up in nbtdad ❤️#dustin and nancy

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