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idontplaytrack · 12 days

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Redeeming Win

AJ Campos x fem!reader

Warnings: coarse language, attempted assault, violence, hospitalisation. Reader discretion is advised.

In which reader tries to beat her own timing lately for the run, Coach Murray lets her & Paige wasn’t too happy about it- and anything else.

Part 2 to Watch You Sleep

“Okay, team. Gabi you go first, AJ goes next, then Evans, and y/l/n, you’ll be taking the last stretch.” Coach Murray decided. Great, even in track, Paige was coming in between you and AJ.

“y/n, focus.” Coach reminded you, “You were still two seconds behind.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath, nodding.

“Don’t just tell me. Prove it- let our team place this time.”

AJ squinted at the guy, coming closer to you to give your shoulders a squeeze. “You got this okay? Just do your best- don’t think about anything, and run.”

“Yup, okay.” You answered, warming up as did Paige and AJ.

“Okay, ladies. We have five minutes to go.” Coach announces.

Paige groans, distracting you from your little moment of meditation. You whipped your head around to look at her talking to Dylan while looking at you. “Babe? Look at me. Ignore her.”

“Believe me, honey. I’m trying.” You huffed, stretching your arms.

Before you two could say anything else, Coach asks the three of you to go get ready on the track. The rest of the team gathered on the bleachers and by the sides of the track to watch. The starter pistol goes off, Gabi began to run. She hands the baton to AJ, then she was off too.

“That’s Miller High’s co-captain, AJ Campos. Currently well ahead of Rivers High. Looks like they’ll place again this year.” The commentator said. “Now, she’s passing it over to Paige Evans, newcomer who is…keeping up. Go Miller High. Oh- she’s nearly tripped.”

“Oof- that can’t be good.” Commentator number two chimed in. “Last stretch- y/n y/l/n who won Miller High their first place two years ago at this very place.”

Now you had to go the fastest you’ve ever had.

“Will she manage to do it again after her performance last year?” Commentator number one mentioned.

What a jerk. The anger you felt made you run even faster.

“It’s very close Rivers High is nearly catching up. Oh! y/l/n is speeding by. Okay here we go- last few feet to go. And y/l/n has redeemed herself. Miller High! First place!”

The commotion that the team made, cheering and whooping when they heard the announcement. AJ was the first one to hug you, damn near spinning you around and making you more dizzy than ever. “Congrats, y/n. That was freaking impressive- I was clearly wrong about you-” Coach walked up to you and stuck out his hand so you shook it quickly. “Fuck.” You muttered, facing away from him, “Oh, my God- I’m gonna p-” You pushed her away and made a mad dash for the bathroom and you barely made it.

“It’s alright, you’ll be okay.” AJ was apparently right behind you and rubbing your back, “Oh my gosh- why did you push yourself so much?”

“I don’t know, I saw Paige nearly trip then the crap that the commentators said about me? I just- channeled my anger and energy to sprinting, I guess.” You stood up straight again, AJ hands you a tissue paper. Once she pushed the bathroom door open, you were met with a bunch of confused and concerned faces. “I’m fine.” You said dismissively.

“That sounded vile.”

“No shit.” AJ rolled her eyes. “I’ve had enough of you being a little shit you’ve been, Evans. Keep your negativity to yourself. y/n and I have been dating for more than half a year. It’s not my fault or hers that you can’t be mature and deal with a loss like this.”

Gabi handed you a bottle of Gatorade which you gratefully accepted and immediately drank some of. “Thanks.” You told her and she smiles.

“You knew?” Stacey asks.

“Yeah, so?” Gabi shrugs, “How is it any of my business who my sister’s seeing if there’s no reason for me to be concerned about her safety and whatnot?”

“I didn’t.” Stacey chuckles, “I just thought you two were besties.”

“Well, we were.” You answered.

“Cute.” Stacey grins. “Do you still feel-”

You cut her off, “A little. Um- I’m gonna go back to the room first?”

“Sure, we’ll order in some pizza later. Stacey’s room. Say, 7?” Dylan suggests.

“Yeah, sounds good. I’m gonna go with just in case.” AJ nods.

“Go straight ahead behind you two, cut through the garden. It’s way faster than going across the whole track.” Stacey told them.

“Okay, thanks. Come on, baby.” AJ puts her arm around you and walked back to the hotel with you.

“We’ll bring your bags to your room for you. Just head back to the hotel and rest.” Dylan called after the both of you.

“Alright.” AJ answers, “Do you want anything?”

“To sleep. Finally redeemed myself and won the school the first place trophy after I failed last year.”

“Because you fell and fractured your ankle.”

“And I still could’ve pushed through.”

“Babe, please- it’s not worth it to talk about that now. If you’d hurt yourself more seriously by finishing the race, you wouldn’t be running today- trust me.”

“Why the hell did he have to remind me of it.” You exhaled harshly.

“We cannot change the past, but we’re in charge of our own future. You did amazing today, okay? Be proud of that. And everything else you’ve ever set your heart to because you did your best.” AJ pecks your lips softly, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Do you think she actually almost tripped?”

“Who knows? That girl is fucking clumsy. Coach made me train her so she wouldn’t tank our ranking. He only accepted her because he needed extra people on the team.” AJ laughs.

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“I’m running us a bath, then once we’re not sweaty as heck, we can take a nap till it’s time to go eat with our friends.” AJ decided. You were looking around anxiously even after the door was shut. “What’s the matter, babe?”

“I just feel like- someone’s following me. Following us.”

“What?” Being a bit of a distance away from you, she couldn’t hear you that clearly. Just then, someone knocks on the door before you could repeat yourself. You looked through the peephole. “Paige.” You gasped, running away from the door and joining AJ in the bathroom. The door swings open, Paige barges in, “I hate you.”

“So? I hate you too, but you don’t see me going around being a bitch to you. I’ve had enough of being nice to you-”

“What the fuck- Evans, get the hell away from her.” AJ rushed out.

Paige grabs your shoulders and tried to kiss you. On reflex, you swung and hit her jaw. “That is assault.” Paige spat, a hand on her cheek.

“Self-defence. You assaulted me.” You shoved her away. “Fuck you! What the hell’s the matter with you? Life’s not fair- deal with it. You don’t go around doing whatever the fuck you please just ‘cause you can’t get what you want.”

“My Mom didn’t raise a quitter.” She got up, “Burn in hell.”

“You’re not helping your case here.” AJ stood in between you and her. You hear running coming from down the hall. “What on Earth is going on-”

Before you could register what was happening, AJ was shoved out of the way and a fist was slammed into your eye. No one saw that coming. No one caught you so you fell and hit your head on the corner of the bed frame. “Oh, my God!” Everyone screeched in horror. “I’m calling 911.” Coach Murray hurriedly fished out his phone. Within seconds, your vision blurred, the searing pain jabbed through your head, “Is she bleeding?”

“Oh, no. No, no. Stay awake, baby. Please. Stay with me.” AJ pleaded, falling to your side.

“AJ, don’t- don’t move her.” Coach stops her. “Yeah, no she’s- okay she just went unconscious. Thanks. 5 minutes. Everyone, step away.”

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“Are you happy now? You just hurt someone that hasn’t done anything to you.” Gabi scoffs, “I don’t care what problems you have, don’t you dare do anything like that ever again to my friends and my sister. And thank fucking God, because you just made her hate you forever. And that girl’s a saint.”

“Gabs, come on.” Stacey put a hand on her shoulder and took her away from Paige.

“Evans. You’re off the team, expect a letter of suspension when we’re back at school. This is unacceptable behaviour.” Murray walked up to her. She didn’t respond- she just stood there as Coach continued walking around the hallway.

“I wasn’t able to contact either of her parents- any idea where they are?”

“They’re in Bali to celebrate their twentieth wedding anniversary.” Gabi answers, rubbing AJ’s back in the meantime.

“That explains it. The time difference.” Murray sighs. “I’ll try again later. Once the doctor’s out here, I’m gonna have to head back to the hotel to make sure the rest of team isn’t wrecking havoc.”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine here together.” Dylan told him.

“Call me if you guys need anything. Gabi has my number.”

Later, the doctor informs Coach and the team that you had a fracture in your cheekbone, a concussion and a superficial tear in your skin that resulted in the bleed. “She’ll be okay but she really has to take it easy throughout the healing process for the concussion. We stitched up the wound on her head and did some tests to make sure her brain’s not swelling and that she’s alert. But as with any other head injury, no strenuous activities, no activities that require a lot focus, and plenty of rest- day and night. She also seems to be extra sensitive to noises and lights, is nauseous and has thrown up once. That’s all expected but could persist while she heals. Her eye and vision are both fine, so no worries about that.”

“Can we go in to see her?”

“Preferably in pairs. She seems to remember what happened leading up to her injury but still, it’s best not to overwhelm her.”

“Very well, thanks doc.”

“No problem.” With that, the doctor leaves. Coach took Paige with him and left as well. “Okay, Gabs, AJ you two go in first.” Stacey decided, “Me and Dylan can wait.”

AJ quietly opened the door and she walks in. It felt a little strange not to knock because she always had the habit, but remembering what the doctor said, she didn’t. “I’m alive, don’t worry.” You joked. “Good to see you smiling.” Gab revealed, nudging AJ to go ahead while she herself sat down. “That was the scariest moment of my life.” AJ said in disbelief. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?” You sighed, “I’m in pain, but I’m okay. I will be - the doctors made sure of it. I just need to take it very slow for the next I don’t know, couple months maybe?”

AJ caresses your (uninjured) cheek as she gave you a teary smile, “I know, baby. I just got so scared but I’m so glad you’re alright.”

“I thought you two oughta know that she-who-shall-not-be-named has been kicked of the team, awaiting suspension.” Gabi announced.

“That’s nothing. I would’ve got her expelled.” Evidently, AJ was still fuming. “I get it, but with this on her record, it’s bye-bye CalArts for her.” Gabi reminded, “I reckon that punishment should suffice, for now. Karma’ll get her.”

#auli’i cravalho #aj campos #crush hulu #wlw #queer #lgbtqia #queer fic #fluff #angst #drama #love triangle #hurt/comfort #reader insert #x reader #female reader

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prettyboy-like-you · 2 years

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HOUNDS OF LOVE

2276 words, EXPLICIT, POV billy, period-typical homophobia/slurs, past promiscuity, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, car sex, billy hargrove cries during sex, steve harrington is a sweetheart, boys in love.

written as a gift for lyd my beloved <3 @stevewhoreington

Running never made a lick of difference. It was still there, looming. Biding its time. Always lurking like a trench coat-creeper just around the next corner, no matter how far he ran. Breathing heavy, waiting. Because unlike Billy, it could be patient. So very patient. It was his personal stalker, The Longing. The murderous type. Some sorta desire cannibal—and Billy was its prey. No matter what, it always came looking. Would seek Billy out, no matter where he hid or however many times he would run from it, it followed. Hunted Billy down for sport, it seemed

Billy Boy Blue, dirty little fag, sweet-still-not-sixteen and always wanting what you shouldn't.

So, Billy The Wretch, he played his part in the stomach-turning game and he ran. Sprinted so fast he could've won a damn medal. Oh, because Billy, he wanted what The Longing had on offer. Wanted it more than 'most anything. Billy wanted so much it hurt his insides. Like chewing and trying to digest crystalline glass. Like if he could just breathe in deep enough he'd be able to smell its heady scent, if he only licked his lips X amount of times he'd taste it pricking like spice on the tip of his tongue. Didn't even know why he wanted so bad, not really. Why it was he craved that kind of touch, why he needed the way he did. Only knew it was the same sort of deal as his body needing food or water or oxygen; a biology that just was.

Girls didn't take the edge off. Nowhere close. It was wild. And it got so much, being taunted, being wanted by The Longing, too much, an angry need, and Billy just couldn't take it any longer, having only the emptiness to keep him company every minute of every hour of every day. The nothingness being the only one to ever wrap arms around him. Ghost-dead arms. He just got so fucking tired of it. So, so much more tired than any kid should be, so tired that in the end he caved, giving in to it just to fucking survive.

Billy knew a lot about survival.

When he slowed down enough to allow that fucker to find him, is when Billy had the revelation: there'd never really been a thing as hopeful as choice, not for him. And in knowing he hadn't had a chance, never granted so much as a fair crack at a game he'd never even asked to play, Billy then swan-dived into it so drastically that the thing was forced to consume him fully, absolutely. It chugged him down and swallowed him whole—and Billy was gonna make sure it fucking choked on him. Billy Hargrove was nothing if not flush with spite.

That's how he found himself wide open and hiding in plain sight in the not-so-loving arms of those hot, hot Cali nights; shirtless and high and strung out like filthy ripped-denim bunting strewn around the streets of downtown San Diego. Ushered into a lonely playpark after sundown. Shushed and pushed down dirty alleyways. In the shadows, that's where he’d wait for them; Men. Never other boys. Never anyone his own age. Nobody who would want anything more. No, he'd wait for men twice his age, thrice his size and almost as desperate as he was, just as his queerboy nature had waited for Billy Boy Blue to succumb to it. And those men—so many men—they always came for Billy.

These days when he hears the siren song Billy answers without quite so much thought. Call and response. Day-O. Not that there ain't still a fight just underneath the surface of his skin. There's always that. But as much as it might surprise him, and it does, maybe it was inevitable, him clinging to this. To being wanted by other guys—no. No, being used, is what it is. Honestly. It's being used up and spat back out. No change given, no receipt.

And at once, in the here and now, it's dawning on Billy like dead flowers in the morning sun: if ever he'd taken the time to look at the thing, to really look at it, he'd have seen he knew the truth all along.

There is nothing else for him.

Now here he is in Hicksville, Indiana, not-quite eighteen and knowing his garbage existence is spiralling even further down Life-with-a-capital-L's disposal drain. So. The things Billy finds himself clinging to even tighter than the things he's not supposed to want? Pain. Rage. As if they're gonna be the knights in shining armour to save his damsel-ass in this shitty story of his that no self-respecting cunt would wanna read. From all of this. From himself.

Billy has always been a coward. Ever since—ever since Her. Since she did the double-up on him. Since she switched off and let her light go out of his life forever by taking off and leaving Billy Boy Blue's sorry ass behind.

Harrington doesn’t know any of this though. Nobody does. Nobody will. And nobody should anyways because Billy, he shouldn't be so pathetic. He’s supposed to suck it up and shut the fuck up not moon over it, not be a little pussy while he's getting his boy-pussy railed. And he certainly shouldn't be moaning through this feral fucking need of his like some frilly pink-pantied cheerleader, hell.

Never did know what was good for you, boy.

But Steve, he’s gripping Billy’s hips like sex is going out of fashion, fingers bruising into Billy’s freckled flesh as his own hips snap forward again, stuffing Billy full of long, thick cock. His tongue, it's in Billy’s ear, licking it out, fucking it and sucking it into his warm, wet mouth.

“You like that, huh baby?” he mumbles around a mouthful of lobe, saying shit he shouldn't be saying.

You love it, whore.

Breaks the spell.

Billy reaches behind himself and, finding what he’s feeling around for, shoves three fingers into Steve’s runaway mouth until the King is almost gagging on them.

“Shut up and fuck me, Harrington. And not the way you fucked her, neither. Fuck me like a goddamn man.” As if this is the first time they’ve screwed around, ha. The King and Wheeler have been split for half the school year now.

There you go again.

As if Steve and Billy are anything like Steve and Nancy. As if. There is no Steve and Billy.

Then Steve's man-handling him, all tough-guy and that's—that's absolutely not what Billy was expecting.

Shoving Billy down, rough, Steve pulls out of him abruptly and before Billy can even begin to mourn the sudden emptiness of his gaping asshole he’s being flipped over, bare shoulder blades hitting the expensive blood-red leather seats of Steve’s Beamer with a loud slap. Billy loves it, actually, because of course he does—dick leaping and leaking for it—yet he also instantly regrets asking for it because now flat on his back they’re face-to-face and. Yeah, no. Billy’s not ready for that. Will never be ready for that. But roomy as the backseat is, Billy is still wedged in pretty tight between that and the front seats; having Steve’s full weight now bearing down on him means there’s no real means of escape.

Like you really want one.

“Wanna turn back over,” Billy lies.

“No. You don’t,” Steve informs him and why the fuck does fucking Harrington have to know exactly what it is Billy wants?

Billy can’t deal with this. He struggles to move, but Steve. He knows Billy's heart isn’t in it.

Because the boy above you is holding your glass heart oh-so-gently in his pretty cupped hands like it's something precious, even as it pumps away uselessly.

Steve says, “You wanted me to fuck you like a man, you said so. So, missionary it is,” and then Steve’s pressing his lips together and sliding home again and Billy, instead of fighting like he should, he's opening his legs wide as the space he’s crammed into will allow and gasping loudly as his body goes slack, that frilly pink whore once again.

Now it’s his own mouth he’s shoving fingers into. Ramming his whole fucking fist in there. Fists are all Billy deserves. Not this.

Fucking coward.

Steve, bolstering himself with one hand by holding the headrest of the driver's seat, takes his other hand and reaches down and then Billy’s actually fucking letting him remove that fist from where it's trying to silence his pathetic grateful moans. Gripping at Billy’s wrist, Steve now stretches their arms above the both of them as his cock stretches out Billy’s ass again, and then he’s pinning Billy’s hand to the bodyheat-wet window underneath his own. Spreads and links their fingers like he's hoping they'll draw heart shapes in the condensation, like Billy's his fucking girl or some shit.

“Fuck you,” Billy snarls, even as he’s nestling a thumb into to the gorgeous cavern below one of Steve’s hip bones.

“No, actually. I’m gonna love you, Billy. Because it’s what you want.”

Before Viper Billy can spit his self-hatred and shame at Mr and Mrs Harrington's perfect little rich-boy, Steve steadies himself as he lowers his top-half, hand leaving the headrest and snaking around the back of Billy’s neck until it’s cradling his thick skull, long fingers threading through the damp curls and fisting a handful. Pulling, just enough.

Billy shivers as his chin is forced upwards and feels his eyes pricking with salt, and ohhhh. He’s going to wail on Harrington for this. Going to fucking kill him for it.

Later. He will. Later.

Later because right now, Steve is doing things Billy wants too, too much. Off-limit things that are off-limit for good fucking reason. Things the guy should not be doing because Billy told him no right from the start. Because they're the things Billy’s not allowed. Things dirty little sluts like Billy Hargrove should never even dream of wanting.

Liar. Coward.

Steve is running the tip of his nose along Billy’s jaw, under his chin, while fucking into Billy but going slow—so, so slow—inching into him, carefully, as if Billy’s really something to be taken care of.

Billy squirms some more. Roars. Aches so good. Squeezes his eyes shut tight and winces at that pacific seawater gathering in the corners.

“Fuck you,” he breathes again but it’s a whisper now. A plea, this time.

Don’t let me go.

Steve hears it. He leans in even closer, filling Billy to the very hilt, trapping Billy’s dick between them both and it’s now not just leaking but practically gushing with pre-come, exquisitely swollen.

Steve’s plush lips are then feathery against Billy’s as he says, “I want you, Billy.”

Billy arches up violently, the angle nudging Steve’s cock into that sweet-spot. He calls out as the tears threaten to fall from his stupid, stupid eyes, fucking traitors.

“Hold me down.” Billy begs.

Don’t let me go.

And Steve is there.

Leaning heavy on the arm where a hand is wrapped around the back of Billy’s neck, Steve releases his grip on his other hand, the one linked with Billy's. Then he lays that arm parallel to the other with his weight on both forearms and, using his elbows for leverage, his hands are now free to frame Billy’s face and they do, thumbs finding cheekbones and stroking softly. So soft Billy wants to scream.

Rocking in and out of Billy, still so slow, he says, “I’m going to kiss you.”

Love me, love me, love me.

And then Billy is being kissed by a boy and he isn't hiding from it. He's being kissed by Steve Harrington and he's kissing Steve Harrington back so needy and with such urgency it should hurt but it doesn't and he's not a coward or a liar anymore because Billy wants this boy who’s kissing him, and this boy wants Billy back.

“Hey, open your eyes, Billy,” and he’s kissing the words right into Billy’s mouth.

Billy dares himself. “Steve.” He utters it, a tiny one-word prayer as he sees, that briney water now escaping his eyes and streaming down his temples and Steve must know it’s the first time—probably the first time a boy’s kissed Billy, definitely the first time Billy’s called Steve Steve outloud, and honestly the first time Billy has let go.

Shit, and Steve’s fucking Billy like… like…

“I love you, Billy.”

…like that.

They're staring at each other and Billy’s gonna come. He’s gonna come and he knows that Steve can feel it and so Steve’s then telling Billy he’s gonna come too and yeah. Billy knows that because Billy, he can feel everything.

And Steve, he gets it. What Billy wants. Knows what Billy needs.

So he tells Billy he loves him again. Tells him again and again till Billy is crying and spilling all those old tears, new tears, and his milky come all over the both of them while Steve smiles and groans and comes too, filling Billy up to the brim and right fucking over it with that sweet, sweet love of his.

A little later, when all they can hear are the cricket calls reverberating off the quarry walls and each other's slowing breaths and heartbeats, Steve says, “I know what’s good for you, Bills. Even if you wanna pretend to the both of us that you don’t," and, "It'll be okay," and, "I got you."

Hold me down among the hounds of love.

And yeah. Billy might not be able to say it, not yet, but he knows he's done running.

#harringroveweek #harringrove #harringrove fic #lemons #POV billy hargrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fic #fanfic #queer fic #queer writer #hounds of love #pbly writes #prettyboy like you

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for-a-longlongtime · 2 months

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I saw you reblogged suggestions for queer Pedro boy fics (and all of those are absolutely lovely, I thought maybe I could suggest another and if it is not what you are looking for / along the same lines, please ignore me). WardenParker (co-written with absurdthirst) has five fics in their “Together” Universe (Frankie x female Reader x Benny Miller)

both of their masterlists have several other pairings that I highly recommend

Dear Anon, thank you so much for sending this to me!! 😘 I can’t believe that I overlooked those! As a matter of fact, I’m not even sure I’ve come across the Together universe fics before… I love @wardenparker’s writing so this is a real treat to come across! 😍

Obv I need to tag @romanarose @rhoorl @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @laurfilijames @musings-of-a-rose and… @avastrasposts (I think?) to let you know about this! @legendary-pink-dot @nerdieforpedro @linzels-blog @alltheglitterandtheroar sandwich alert, too

Anyone Benny/FishBen lovers I’m forgetting atm?

Ps: if anyone ever feels like sending me a heads up about queer fic to let me know about something i may not have read/seen before, please do! Always happy to share asks like this to boost reach!

#lovely anon #fic rec #queer fic #fishben #Frankie morales #Benny miller

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queen-raven-imp · 1 month

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For some reason, I got an idea for a plot that took place in a Victorian Era AU and included some heavy homoerotic undertones (and overtones, eventually). And since I’m rewatching Beastars and being mentally ill about it again, I made some Lougoshi fanfic out of it.

Summary: This is a historical AU that takes place in the late 19th century in Europe, in the Victorian Era. Legoshi is a set and backdrop artist in a community theatre group. Louis is in the same group, but one of the lead male actors. During rehearsals for A Midsummer Night’s Dream, the wolf and the deer both stay behind to work on their respective crafts, and end up bumping into each other. Louis takes an interest in the aspiring artist, becoming his patron. They each learn new things about their crafts, and tensions rise as they test their new dynamic — the herbivore starting to enjoy holding power over a carnivore.

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autistictojisuzuharafan11 · 2 months

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My birthday is on September 5, if there isn’t Kawotoji fic by then I will sleep until January or I have to make a short fic

#neon genesis evangelion #evangelion #nge #toji suzuhara #kaworu nagisa #kawotoji #tojikawo #Fic #queer fic

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demisexual-eddie-diaz · 1 year

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Marry Me: Buck x Eddie

A 9-1-1 au were what should’ve happened in 6/11 does happen.

2.2k words

Also, this is my first fic so please be nice. I’m sorry if it sucks.

Buck wakes up to the smell of pancakes and the sound of Christopher’s laugh.

He recognizes immediately that he’s in Eddie’s bedroom.

Why?

He doesn’t know.

He gets up and walks into Eddie’s bathroom. Buck grabs the toothbrush he’d brought there a few years prior and then splashes water on his face.

What. Is. Happening.

He’s startled by an “Evannnn” from Eddie and walks into the kitchen.

“Ah, there you are. Sleepy from..” he turns around to see if Christopher is occupied enough by his game to hear. “…last night?” He finishes.

“Uh, yeah. I guess.” Eddie gives him a confused look but Buck just sits across from him.

“So” Buck starts, “what’s going on?”

“I’m making breakfast? Pancakes.” Eddie replies.

“I mean, I see that. But why wasn’t I on the couch?”

“Babe, what are you talking about? You haven’t slept on that couch in the last two years. That’s kinda how marriage works.”

Marriage? Buck knows he hit his head or something, but he would remember if he married the love-

his best friend. He’d remember if he married his best friend.

“Hey, are you okay?” Eddie asks, walking over to Buck. He places a hand on the small of Buck’s back and another on the side of his face.

“What’s going on? Bad dream? If so we can call out of work today. Chris has school, so it’ll be quiet.”

He doesn’t know when, maybe when Eddie said they were married, or when he walked over and placed his hand on his back, but he does know that he’s crying.

“Hey, hey. Evan. Baby, look at me?”

He tries his best to look up at Eddie but because of his tears it’s a little blurry.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Buck says repeatedly. Eddie just cradles his head into his shoulder and now all Buck can smell is the shampoo that Eddie uses.

“Don’t apologize. I’ll stay here with you for a bit, but I’ll go call Hen and ask her to take Chris to school. She’ll tell Cap what’s going on. Okay?” Buck nods and Eddie pulls him into a tighter hug for a few minutes more.

He doesn’t even hear Eddie talking to Hen, but is brought back to reality when the door slams shut.

“Okay, so, do you need to talk about it, cuddle, or a distraction? We can watch the Disney film you keep talking about, or go to the park?”

Buck doesn’t reply verbally but just holds his arms out towards Eddie. Eddie understands enough and pulls Buck into a rib crushing hug. He guides Buck back to the bedroom, lays him on the right side, and gets in on the left. He pushes his face into Buck’s neck and kisses it softly.

“Evan, you know I love you so damn much. Just know that I’ll always be here for you.”

Echos through Buck's mind. What the hell is happening.

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“I wish I could, god I wish I could tell you how much I love you. I should’ve told you before- before this..” Eddie says, his voice breaking. He takes Buck’s hand in his own and lifts it towards his mouth. He kisses each of Buck’s knuckles and says “Evan, you know I love you so damn much. Just know that I’ll always be here for you.” He lays Bucks hand back down, and leans over to rest his forehead on the bed. He never let go of Buck's hand though. He hears the door open, but still doesn’t move.

“Eddie? You okay?” It was Hen. He lifts his head up and looks at her.

“Oh, no. Eddie, can I sit next to you?” He nods and she pulls a chair closer. She gives him a half hug but he still never lets go of Buck’s hand. He looks back down at Buck and rubs his thumb over Buck’s knuckles.

“I..” Eddie starts “I should have told him, Hen. I should’ve told him how…I should’ve told him everything, Hen. And now I’ll never get to. I’ll never get to..” He’s sobbing now, even though he doesn’t know when he ever started crying.

“Hey, Eddie, look at me?”

And he does.

“Buck will get through this. He always does. He’s Buck, you know?” Eddie just nods his head in agreement but he doesn’t truly feel that way. Yes, he is Buck. But he’s also human and he got struck by lightning. Struck. By. Lightning. People don’t just live through that. They don’t.

“You should go home. Get some sleep, maybe eat something other than hospital food and energy bars?” Hen says, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t want him to..I don’t want anything to happen while I’m not here.”

“They’re taking the vent out tomorrow, not right now. You’ll have plenty of time to rest. Or at least go shower and eat. I can ask the nurse if you could sleep on a cot in here?”

He nods his head, bringing his hand to Buck’s curls one more time. He doesn’t get up from the chair until Hen confirms that he can sleep on the cot. The nurse gives him a pity smile and he gives her a weak one back. He goes to grab his keys but Hen stops him.

“I’m driving, okay?”

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Buck’s woken up by Eddie a few hours later. He opens his eyes and finds Eddie’s face close to his, and his hand in his hair. Eddie’s kneeling on the floor, halfway undressed.

“Why don’t we take a quick shower and go get some lunch? You kinda kept me from eating.” Buck mumbles another sorry but Eddie shakes his head and says it was a joke.

Shower. He’s in the shower with Eddie. He’s washing his hair with so much care, and is looking at him like he’s his whole world. Well, I guess he always does but this time is different. Because Buck knows Eddie feels the same way he does.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Evan” Eddie replies, pressing a soft kiss onto Buck’s mouth. Buck puts one hand on the back of Eddie’s head and the other on his waist. Eddie hums into the kiss as Buck deepens it, slightly.

“Baby, if you just wanted to kiss me again, all you had to do was ask.” Eddie jokes. But for Buck it wasn’t a joke. For Buck there was no again. This was the first time his lips have ever been on Eddie’s. He knows he should stop. That this Eddie told him they would get lunch. He knew it was a different Eddie. It had to be. And he figured it was some kind of dream? He remembered the accident some time last night.

When they finally get dressed, Eddie slips his and Buck’s wedding rings on. It’s silver and has ‘E & E’ carved into them both. Eddie and Evan. Or Evan and Eddie. He doesn’t know. It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He doesn’t know how long he’s been looking at it when Eddie asks him if he’s okay. Buck nods and walks out of the bathroom, towards Eddie. He catches Eddie’s face in the mirror as they walk by. It looks like he’s crying, but when he looks up at this Eddie, he’s perfectly fine. What. Is. Happening.

After lunch they pick Chris up early and go to the zoo. After the best day in Buck’s life, he wakes up with a sound telling him to go to the hospital. It feels as though Eddie is pulling his hand towards him, but not in the direction this Eddie is. He gets up and walks to the truck, grabbing Eddie’s keys on the way. Just before he makes it in the car, this Eddie grabs his waist.

“Wait, Buck. Don’t go. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Stay. Please. Don’t leave me. Stay.” At this point they’re both sobbing and Buck doesn’t know what to do. On one hand he could stay, live with this Eddie forever. His husband. On the other, he could go back to his life. His life.

“You’ve known all along, haven’t you?”

“Evan, baby, of course I have. I’m your dream. You made me. You made this world. Just stay in it. There’s no pain here. Soon enough you’ll forget you’re even in a dream.”

“No” Buck says, shoving Eddie’s hands from his waist. “No. I have to go.”

He gets into the car and looks back at this Eddie one more time. The Eddie that’s his husband. The Eddie that loves him.

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Eddie walks back into the hospital and finds the cot already set up in Buck’s room. A nurse asks him if he’ll need more blankets, but he just shakes his head and thanks them. He’s never slept this close to Buck before, but doesn’t know if he’ll truly be able to sleep. He walks over to the other side of the bed and sits on Buck’s. He puts his hand on top of his, and once again rubs his thumb over Buck’s knuckles. He sniffs his nose, already crying, and turns to face Buck.

“You know, Evan, you really have to wake up for me. I do not know what I’d do without you. You and Chris are my everything. You’re the only person who’s ever mattered to me this way. Not past girlfriends I dated trying to ignore my feelings for you. Hell, not even Shanon felt this way. Only you. Only you, Evan. Why the hell did you do this to me, huh? Why? I know it’s selfish but dammit it do I wish it was Chimney. It would’ve been Maddie comforting her kid and crying by the bed. At least Jee wouldn’t understand. You know what Christopher said? He asked who was going to take care of him if his ‘second dad’ dies and I did too. He hid the damn baseball bat afraid that you wouldn’t be there to stop me if I did what I did last time. He’s scared, Buck. But I’m terrified. I can’t even shower. All I see is the rain pouring down on me and you hanging off of the latter. I need you to wake up. Can you do that for me? Please wake up for me. Please.” He gets up and walks over to the cot, placing a kiss to Buck’s other hand before laying down. He says his final I love you, and tries to sleep.

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Buck runs as fast as he can to the ICU. That’s got to be where they put him. He hears everything Eddie says and pounds on the glass, saying that he’s trying his best. He’s trying to get back to Eddie. Knowing how Eddie feels changes everything. He’s got to get back to him.

He tries all night but can’t break the glass. He sees Maddie and his parents walk into the room with a nurse.

“What is he doing here? You wouldn’t let us stay?” His mom asks. God, Mom, don’t say that to Eddie.

“I’ll go, I’m sorry”

“No, he’d want you to be here, Eddie.” Thank you Maddie. Thank you.

“Okay, so we’re going to take the vent out now. We’ll wait for him to take a breath on his own. We will only have a minute to be sure.” That’s all I have? I have to get in there. I have to get in there.

“Dad” Buck turns and sees Christopher. It’s got to be other world Chris.

“Pound on the door and break it open, like you did when Dad was hurt.” Right. Why didn’t he think of that before? He pulls Chris into a hug and thanks him, and then he runs to the door. Thirty seconds left. He doesn’t have much time. Twenty. Ten. Five.

He can finally breathe again. He’s breathing. On his own. He’s breathing. The first thing he does is open his eyes. He turns his head and sees Maddie and his parents. They say their ‘you’re back’s but Buck doesn’t pay that much attention to them. He turns his head towards Eddie, on the other side, and he’s crying.

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He’s breathing. On his own. He’s breathing. He opens his eyes and looks at his family first. Of course he does. They’re his family. But he ignores their comments, doesn’t even say hi. He turns his head towards me and gives me a half smile.

He squeezes my hand, that I didn’t even realize I was holding.

“Eds.” God I missed his voice.

“Evan.” He says, trying to hold back a sob.

“Tell me if I’m being too forward.”

What the hell is he about to say?

“Mhm” he says, not really being able to talk right now. Buck’s rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.

“I love you..” He loves me? He loves me. Oh my god, he loves me. Before Eddie can even reply, Buck finishes what he was saying.

“And I know that you feel the same way. I’ve talked to Christopher about this before, so don’t think it’s some crazy coma mind thing.”

What?

“Okay, okay I won’t.” Eddie says sitting in the chair closest to Buck’s bed, and laying his other hand on Buck’s arm.

“Marry me.” The air in Eddie’s lungs spilled out all at once. He’s sure Buck’s parents had made some sound, but he didn’t hear it.

Marry me. Not a question, a statement.

“Really?” Eddie says, not even holding his tears back anymore.

“Really. I can’t give the big speech I planned, so I hope that..”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, Evan. Yes.”

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kindlystrawberry · 20 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rune Factory 4 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arthur/Doug (Rune Factory) Characters: Doug (Rune Factory), Arthur (Rune Factory), Margaret (Rune Factory), Dylas (Rune Factory) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Dorks in Love, Making Out, Beaches, Festivals, Horniness, Kissing, Secret Relationship, Idiots Made Dumb With Lust, Mild Sexual Content, Lime, Fluff, Character Study

Summary: Festivals, swimsuits, bare skin, and hidden away kisses.

#rf4 #rune factory 4 #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #rf4 fanfic #rune factory 4 fanfic #arthur x doug #doug rf4 #arthur rf4 #arthur d lawrence #mlm #gay #queer fic #mine #my writing

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teencopandthesourwolf · 6 months

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He freezes. Doesn't know what the hell else to do.

He can't picture it: Derek can't remember the last time somebody put their arms around him.

Was it Laura?

Of course it was Laura. How could he forget that? Derek has gotten pretty good at blocking things out—a little too good, it seems.

She didn't tell him she was going before she left New York. Didn't say a fucking word, just vanished. Derek had woken up one morning and she was gone. She'd known without doubt that Derek would only follow her if she had said a single word to him.

Nobody ever granted Derek’s wishes, no matter who he prayed to. The desperate pleas where he asked to go back and get a chance to fix things, they all went unheard.

Laura left to go back to the place they both wished still existed just as it had; a place they were wanted alive, not dead. It wasn't fair that it was the very same place they would be hunted down if they did return, like the rabid animals the Argent's presumed they were.

Leaving the way they did meant they hadn't gotten the chance to see if anything was left at the house. They couldn't mark graves, or grieve properly.

That same place also happened to be the place they'd been born, the place they'd grown up and called home.

Derek had never wanted Laura to face all of that alone.

The burnt down house. The nothing where there was once everything.

The thought still haunts him. One of so fucking many.

Beacon Hills is home—but it's the home Derek had helped raze to the ground with his selfishness and stupidity. Everything he and Laura had ever known, everyone they'd ever loved, it was all gone, now. Derek had taken those things away from his sister and hadn't even had the guts to tell her. Tell Laura they were all gone because of him, tell her that everything that had happened to their family, to them, was all his fault.

In the aftermath of the fire Laura hugged Derek, and had kept hugging him, over and over in those weeks and months and years that followed. She would pull him into her arms hold him tight, whenever she could sense it was all getting to be too much for him again.

Alpha.

Big sister.

But Laura only knew about some of the reasons why it sometimes felt like too much effort for Derek to keep on breathing.

He never told her about Kate.

And Derek, the fucking coward, he'd allowed Laura to hold him, feeling the flames of shame on his cheeks every time, hot as those that took the lives of his parents. His family. His pack.

Now, he remembers that last time.

“I'm going out.”

Laura stood up, walked around the two mismatched armchairs and stopped him by throwing both her arms around his neck, pulling him into her and hugging him, scenting him.

It always took him a moment to respond these days, but Derek hugged her back.

“What's this for?”

“You. Because I know whomever's bed you end up in tonight, you won't be asking for one of these.”

Oh, fuck no. Derek couldn't handle that. Did she think he was out sleeping with people? Never again, not after…

He pushed his sister off him, gently; a stark contrast to the harsh words that followed.

“Don't fucking coddle me. And fuck you, Laura—I don't sleep in anybody's fucking bed but my own.” A single mattress on the floor of the lounge of their shitty one bedroom apartment. Derek had so many shameful memories, and crawling into his sister's bed every night for the first year after the fire was one of them. “Just—leave me alone.”

Laura was the one—the only—person Derek had left in the entire world, yet his guilt was constantly pushing her away.

“Then where do you go to all these nights, little brother? You might not be clinging to me anymore, night after night, nightmare after nightmare, but you're so rarely in your own bed in the mornings.” She hadn't meant it as a dig. She was his sister and she loved him.

Maybe she thought he was making progress? Seeing people. Moving on.

Derek spent his nights waiting outside of dive bars, hanging around in back alleys and dark places, desperately trying to find scumbags he could taunt who were big enough and hard enough to at least attempt to kick the living shit out of him.

Derek hated being a werewolf, now. He wanted to get hurt and stay hurt.

“Just—out.”

Then Derek turned his back on Laura, leaving her to stand there and watch him walk away as he left her to go out looking for a fight, without looking back.

That was the last time somebody put their arms around Derek—and the last time he saw his sister alive.

It was two years ago. Derek doesn’t think he has taken a full breath, since.

Now here he is, standing in his big stupid loft that he bought for his betas—yet another pack he managed to destroy—having given away more than he should, with skinny yet strong arms wrapping themselves as far around his shoulders as they can reach.

Stiles.

“You don't have to hug back. But you can, if you want to. I won't tell,” the kid jokes. It's his way to connect, his connection to the world. A coping mechanism, Derek thinks.

He knows all about those.

“I…” he doesn't have the first fucking clue of how to handle this. Or how to admit he needs it—to himself, let alone somebody else. He doesn't know how to admit that he wants it.

But this is Stiles. The one person in Derek's life who seems, for some unfathomable reason, to give a fuck about Derek. To care about him.

Slowly, very slowly, Derek lifts an arm and awkwardly rests a hand on Stiles's upper back, feels the muscles jump slightly under the kid's baggy clothes as he tentatively spreads his fingers and finds the back of Stiles's neck.

Stiles's voice hitches just a touch as he says, “These can be on tap, you know. If you want them. Stilinski hugs are the best hugs, dude. Believe.”

And Derek finds he does believe. For the first time in forever, Derek believes there could be something good in his life again.

More confidently, now, he brings his other arm up to wrap around Stiles's waist and hugs Stiles tighter, properly, and allows himself to be hugged back.

Derek wonders how he has gone so long without this kind of closeness. Lived without this kindness.

He decides to let the 'dude' pass. Because maybe—maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, to be somebody's dude?

Stiles's dude.

It's a fucking ridiculous moniker and yet Derek suddenly couldn't care less.

“I think I'd like that,” he whispers into the forbidden place where Stiles's jaw meets long, pale neck. "Dude."

Derek can feel Stiles's smile as the kid squeezes him harder. And, ironically, Derek feels as if he can breathe again.

for @greyhavenisback bc i want to hug you in person and can't <3 (unedited, forgive me!)

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natsora · 9 months

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Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Aarin Shin, Yu Ruo, Rakam, Hellen Silverblade Additional Tags: Mystery, Inter-plane travel, Confusion, Ace main character, Non-binary character Series: Part 2 of F.M.L. Summary:

Signing up for training doesn’t open the doors of knowledge for Ruo, instead she goes deeper down the rabbit hole, finding more questions and unlocking even more mysteries. One mistake lead to her diving into the Inbetween before she’s ready.

#Original Fiction #Science Fiction #Original Character #Queer Fic

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idontplaytrack · 2 days

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The Practice

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: some coarse language, fluff, anxiety mentions

In which a shy reader gets invited by AJ to her house. Reader decides to make a move but is afraid of messing things up

Requested? Yes / No

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Yourself? You were telling yourself how much you love you?

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— Piper Halliwell, Charmed. Season 3 E1

(Pictures used above are found on Pinterest)

AJ Campos. Sister of the school’s most popular girl in school. But, also your friend. Or so you thought. For the past few weeks, things have been a little tense between the two of you. The girl’s been flirting with you and you never knew what to do with yourself, always coming off sounding like a lunatic. So, you decided to keep quiet, push her away. Hoping for it just stop. You liked her- you knew that deep down, but you couldn’t admit it to her. You just couldn’t do it. You were scared, scared that you’d read her completely wrong and her flirting with you was just for fun and not meant in a way that was hopefully romantic. So after a full fourteen days of avoiding your best friend, she’s definitely picked up on it— sooner than later, but she also didn’t say a thing about it because she wanted to figure out on her own just why you were acting the way you were.

Spoiler alert, neither of you were getting anywhere with it.

AJ didn’t want to get mad at you, but she was slowly getting there. Frustrated that you weren’t telling her what was bothering you.

“What’s the matter, AJ?” Gabi asks, sitting down beside her sister on the bench. AJ was sketching something in her notebook: a chipped tooth, with the words ‘I have fillings too’. AJ slams the notebook shut, not wanting her sister to ask about it. “Nothing.”

“Really?”

AJ scoffs, “If you know, then why ask?”

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I know something’s going on. That’s why I’m asking- so you’d tell me. And I can help you.”

“Help me with what?”

“Whatever it is. Look- we’ve already been through the whole King Pun situation okay? You not telling me that was fine, I get it. But now you’re upset and I can tell.” Gabi pointed at the book, “So, spill.”

“I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Just…say anything.”

“Someone’s not taking my flirting well…?”

Gabi squinted, “Who?”

“Um.” AJ inhales harshly, “y/n. I like her and I tried flirting with her, she flirted back like- one time and the next day she just completely shut me out.”

“So she’s not talking and neither are you?”

AJ nodded.

“Typical.” Gabi nearly laughs.

“What?”

“Come on. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Remember a few years ago when she tried to come out to you and got so anxious she ran off to puke?”

“That is a completely different situation.”

“Yes, but it tells you why she’s shutting you out. She’s probably just scared and not sure you’re actually flirting instead of…I dunno. Doing it for fun because you two have been besties forever?”

“I guess that’s possible…” AJ pondered over her words.

“How’d you get her to open up to you that time?”

“I literally just— I made her cry before she even agreed to sit down and talk to me before she could run away and avoid me. She was terrified and then somehow she just spilled it.”

“But it worked.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want her to cry.” AJ glared at her sister.

Gabi chuckles, “I’m not- I’m not saying you’re gonna make her cry. I’m saying, get her before she runs away from you and tell her you want to talk to her. I mean really insist on it. And if she says she needs time, give her time. But make sure she knows you’re not gonna just give up and drift away.”

With a soft sigh falling from her lips, AJ says, “Thanks, Gabs. I’ll try.”

“Breathe. You got this.” Gabi gives her a hug before AJ leaves, on a mission to locate you. It was lunch, you were eating and you had your phone on the table, face down. It buzzes so you pick it up.

Damn, she still wasn’t mad at you? You’d expected her to wash her hands off you by now. You read her texts but just couldn’t bring yourself to respond. You didn’t know what to say that would make you seem like a complete fool. In the meantime, you spent the rest of the school day debating whether or not to meet up with AJ like she’d asked. You were…distracted to put it mildly. Should you go for it and just see how it turns out? No. Right? You’ve already been making yourself seem like an idiot.

You asked for a lavatory pass and went to the bathroom to think it over, feeling the chatter in classroom too overwhelming for you to be thinking clearly. But it’s not like you were thinking about anything but her for the past two weeks…which was…bad.

Somehow or other, you found yourself leaning against her car, that afternoon waiting for her. Prepared— because you had written down a full fledged confession, but also just as unprepared because you were so anxious and couldn’t stand being in her presence.

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“Hi.” AJ walks up to you, unlocking her car from a distance. “Thanks for coming to see me.” You gave her a tight lipped smile, one hand clutching onto your strap of your backpack as it hung on one side of your back. “Get in.” She said softly, doing so herself. You followed suit. The drive was silent. She seemed very calm, but you on the other hand felt like you were so on the edge you might throw up in front of her again. Forcing yourself to admit your feelings for her was a terrifying thing so far.

AJ leads you into her house, and up to her bedroom. You excuse yourself to be in the bathroom. “Oh no, am I making you wanna throw up again?”

“No…” You chuckled wryly.

Yes. Kind of.

“Excuse me a minute, please?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” AJ shrugged, gesturing towards the ensuite bathroom.

That was the most you’ve said to each other recently. And it was awkward. Painful almost- that’s what you felt.

You quietly shut the bathroom door, walking to the sink. You propped yourself up by the palms, staring at your reflection in the mirror. “You…you gotta suck it up and admit it. Tell her. You can’t screw this up, y/n.” Shakily, you reached into your pocket to get the crumpled piece of paper.

‘I can’t lose you. I like you too much to take the risk- I don’t know if you like me the way that I like you and I’m so scared that it’d be the case. But I still…I still wrote this anyway: I can’t imagine my life without you. We’ve been in each other’s life since before I could remember and going a day without you is the most painful thing I’ve ever had to endure. I just hope that this stays to be the most painful thing and not you rejecting me…because I love you. I love you so much’

She knocks, the door opens as you said those three words. “Are you okay? Because you’ve been in here for like ten minutes and Gabi over on the other side of the door who shares this bathroom is breathing down my neck about it.”

“I was just thinking and then talking to myself…”

“You were talking to yourself? You were telling yourself how much you love you? Okay, good for you, honey.” She bit back a smile, “Come on out. Bathroom’s yours, Gabs!” As you exited the bathroom, Gabi walks in through her door.

You didn’t know exactly how, but maybe these two, nearly three weeks has forced you to really think about it all. How you felt about her, your fears, what you wanted…also. It felt like torture being apart from her for as long you have. Your heart was going crazy.

“AJ, I was uh-” You grabbed her wrists before she could walk back to her bed, “Actually…I was practicing what I was going to say to you if I could ever do that. In the bathroom. I’m just way too nervous to say it to you right away even though I’ve already wrote it down. I was going to plan a whole thing and give myself the time meanwhile to mentally prepare but I guess…here works too. Because every single moment I spend with you has been the happiest I’ve ever been no matter where the hell we are, no matter how boring or shitty the place or the situation is. It- It was wrong of me to just push you away like that and not let you know what was going on…that I needed the time to think.”

You were looking right into her eyes, and she was doing the same. When you feel the tears pricking your eyes, you saw tears brimming in hers. She sniffles, letting one hand go to wipe her tears away and she looks down for a beat.

You continue, “I don’t know everything, but I- I do know this- AJ, I cannot- I can’t lose you. I like you too much to have even thought of taking the risk and face possible rejection. Because I just know that it would hurt so damn much, AJ. I simply am not able to imagine a life without you. We’ve been in each other’s lives for so long and having to spend time apart from you was the hardest, most painful thing I’ve had to deal with. I like you, AJ. For a long time and I couldn’t admit it because I was so scared of what could or couldn’t happen. But I’ve had enough of fear, I’ve had enough of letting it control my feelings and my life. I don’t want to fuck this up…I don’t want to lose you. I need you in my life. I love you.”

Admittedly, your stomach was very unsettled but you pushed through. “I…” AJ chuckles, “That’s- wow. Took you long enough to figure it out.”

“I’m sorry.” You laughed tearfully, unable to hold back the tears anymore.

She sighs softly, caressing your cheek. AJ shook her head, “Don’t apologise. That was good.”

You licked your lips, exhaling shakily, a whimper gets caught in your throat as you reached out to hug her. Instinctively, she hugs you back even more tightly and was rubbing your back to calm you down. “I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much. You’re alright. Shh. Thank you- that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

#auli’i cravalho #aj campos #crush(2022)#hulu crush #wlw fanfic #queer fic #lgbtqia #queer #wlw fluff #x reader #female reader #reader insert #sfw fic #wlw romance

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autistictojisuzuharafan11 · 3 months

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𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 (short Toji x kaworu story)

𝐓𝐖: none

The sunset was going down over Tokyo-3,inside the apartment in bed,Toji was in kaworu’s arms,Toji was quietly sobing in his arms and quietly making little noises well kaworu just holds him until he starts caress his head softly,putting his chin down on Toji’s head,Toji starts to calm down a bit putting his face in kaworu’s shoulder closing his eyes,relaxing.kaworu keeps caressing Toji’s head until he kisses Toji’s forehead,Toji stills has his eyes closed and starts to blush a bit,kaworu’s right hand is caress well his left hand caress his back.Toji now is calm and relaxes he starts to fall asleep,kaworu sees this and softly smiles giving one more kiss but on the head,Toji is now sleeping but he’s blushing in his sleep,kaworu closes his eyes, resting as well…

(sorry if it was not good it’s been a long time since I wrote but I hope you enjoy it)

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Hello, I hope that you're doing well! If its alright, may I please request a oneshot with Kurenai and female reader? Where Kurenai and Reader have been dating for a while, but it seems like Asuma didn't get the memo and persists in trying to get a date from Kurenai despite the constent rejections and everyone telling him to give up. Until reader has enough and decides to pick up Kurenai bridal style and run off but not before glaring and yelling out to Asuma that Kurenai is hers.

Thank you so much for the quest anon! I hope you like this :) I’m a bit rusty, so forgive me on that

Won’t Asuma just piss off already???

The little voice in your head was done, DONE, with the density of your fellow Jounin. You were really just ready to shove a shuriken down his throat, as long as it meant that he’d shut the hell up. As much as you cared about your friend; you honestly just had enough of the sheer obliviousness that he managed to have. Kurenai had been clear that she was not interested in dating him and that she was interested in “someone else”. Though you two were not officially a couple to the public, word had spread about the two of you after Kotetsu and Izumo had come across you and your girlfriend on what was clearly a date. Everyone knew about it at this point, or as it seemed, everyone but Asuma.

Bro really didn’t get the memo…

Kakashi was the third to catch on. Of course, he was; with his superhuman sense and judgment, he could tell that you were more than just “friends” and that it was not just a rumor. He tried his best to get Asuma to lay off whilst trying to be discrete. Being the romance snob that he was, he didn’t wan’t Asuma messing with his ship. No one tries to sink Kakashi’s ships. You were glad that he was trying to help whilst respecting the privacy of your relationship. Gai quickly caught on as well. “Move on, Asuma! You’ll find true love elsewhere, my youthful colleague!” The green onesie-clad shinobi had told the Sarutobi.

You know what? Kurenai and I have had enough

Up from the top of Hokage Mountain, you spied your ever-beautiful girlfriend looking a bit troubled in the presence of Asuma. You let out a sigh and ran on down to see if she needed any help. Recently, the two of you had talked and decided that it was finally time to come out and allow their relationship to be public. With that thought in your head, you grinned and knew just what to do.

“Hey, Babe!” You called out to Kurenai, “I’ve been looking for you! How’s your day been?” You asked her, not even sparing Asuma any attention or acknowledging his presence. Immediately his jaw dropped. “Babe?” He asked, clearly confused. Kurenai flashed you a look of confusion but then quickly caught on. “Exactly, Asuma,” She grinned, pressing a kiss onto your lips. Both of you were bright red as Asuma just stood there, dumbstruck. You grinned as Kurenai jumped up into your arms, “She’s mine, Asuma!” You cackled, running off unto the distance with your lovely girlfriend, leaving him in the dust.

Well that sure was one way to come out 🤷🏽‍♀️

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