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fushigurro · 7 months

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𝘼 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙍 𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃 𝘿𝘼𝙔.

𝗠𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢 𝗫 𝗙!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / established relationship, mommy kink (reader referred to as mommy/momma) / hand job / unprotected piv sex / riding / creampie / 2.5k words

the people have spoken!!!! i posted a poll because i needed help deciding who to write mommy kink for first, and my darling megumi ultimately came out ahead. this is like one of my fave kinks of all time so just know that this is not the last you'll see of it. also this might be somewhat ooc idk but fuck it we ball!!!!

He’d been quieter than usual today, and you hadn’t been able to figure out why.

It was in Megumi’s nature to be rather brooding and reserved, but you’d noticed an excess of antisocial behavior ever since he’d woken up this morning. You’d checked in on him, of course, but when he repeatedly insisted that everything was fine, you simply let it go lest you push him further into irritable territory. You would’ve preferred him to be on a more agreeable wavelength since you both were meant to be meeting up with friends later in the day.

His apathetic demeanor didn’t change, however, even in the midst of good food, fun games, and beloved companions. It didn’t cause any of the others any concern seeing that it was rather typical of him, but you knew Megumi well enough to know that something was still booking beneath the surface, regardless of his denial.

He’d subtly clung to your side the entire time, sulking and waiting for the moment when you’d decided you’d had your fill of entertainment and were ready to go home. That moment hadn’t come fast enough, however, and he found himself growing increasingly impatient.

When the others had become distracted, Megumi took it as an opportunity to push his agenda. Standing next to you, he leaned in close, lips only a few inches away from your ear to keep any eavesdroppers from listening in. “Can we go now?” he mumbled, jaw clenched and voice colored by a somewhat irritable tone.

The smile on your face faded, and you turned your head to look over at him. His expression, though still rather neutral, had a sincere and pleading aura that you couldn’t ignore. You’d decided right then and there that it was time to take your leave.

You placed a kiss against his temple and softly said, “Yeah, baby, of course. Let’s go.”

Much to your friends’ dismay, you’d quickly made your departure and drove home in silence, thinking of ways to hash things out with Megumi once you both arrived home.

Now, closing the door behind you and setting your things down, you watch as your boyfriend quietly pads off to take a seat on the couch, acting as though nothing peculiar had happened at all. You follow behind him and stand with your hands on your hips, peering down at him with a curious gaze.

“So…” you start, “you gonna tell me what’s the matter?”

He looks up at you, expressionless. “Nothing. I just wanted to get out of there.” Megumi sighs when you take a seat next to him. “I got tired of listening to Nobara’s big mouth.”

“You’re used to Nobara’s big mouth,” you reply, not touching or smothering him, but rather speaking softly and maintaining boundaries. “And besides, you’ve been acting off all day, even before the party.”

He doesn’t respond or even look in your direction, so you place a hand under his chin and guide him to meet your gaze. “So, tell me… what’s wrong?”

Your eyes force his to soften almost immediately, but then he responds by gently jerking away with a small scowl and the hint of a blush dusting his cheeks. After a moment, he speaks again. “I guess I was just… hoping we could spend the day together. Alone.”

Your heart swells with both glee and guilt, wishing you’d known before dragging him off to a busy get-together. “Megs, you should’ve told me. We could’ve skipped out.”

“You were looking forward to hanging out with everybody.”

“Yeah, well… I still would’ve cancelled,” you reassure him with a whispery voice, brushing your fingers through the hair against his forehead. “I love those guys, but I love you more.”

Megumi’s blush grows deeper now even as he stares ahead with stoicism, trying to ignore your affection and his own vulnerability, but you don’t let him. You take it upon yourself to slide into his lap, giving him no choice but to face you as you grab his chin and stroke it with your thumb to gain his attention. “Do you hear me? I love you.”

He gulps at the seriousness of your words and then utters with a down-cast gaze, “I love you too.” This makes you smile and lean forward to press a quick kiss against his lips. Little do you know, you’ve already been making his cock twitch all evening, and this moment is certainly no exception.

“Good,” you say, pressing another little kiss to the tip of his nose. Your sweet words and closeness has suddenly become overwhelming for him, and Megumi can’t help but lean in for another kiss now that you’ve teased him with your familiar taste. It’s soft, but it catches you by surprise given his previous attitude, and it suddenly dawns on you when you feel the way he clutches at your hips that this must be what he’s been waiting for all day.

Megumi often has trouble expressing his wants and needs—some days more than others—so it wasn’t unheard of for him to bottle things up until he couldn’t hold them inside anymore. You’ve always tried to urge him to be more open with you, but it’s a work in progress, and sometimes all you can do is be there for him in the moments he decides to let his walls down. This is one of those moments.

You can tell he’s holding himself back as he kisses you slowly, fingers trying not to dig too harshly into your skin, but you want him to know that he has full permission to ask for what he wants, so you deepen the kiss and move to press your body in closer to his. Megumi accepts without protest and meets your enthusiasm now that you’ve paved the way, licking into your mouth and shuddering when you grind down in his lap.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting?” you ask after pulling back for air. He hesitates for a moment and then nods once with a blissfully innocent look in his eyes despite the way his chest heaves up and down and his cock hardens beneath you. It felt impossible to admit to you earlier that he just wanted you all to himself, but now he regrets not having done it sooner.

You don’t tease him for it, don’t make him feel guilty or inadequate for his lack of communication, but rather tend to him with every bit of love you think he deserves. You give his lips another kiss, then the corner of his mouth, his jaw, and finally up to where your breath lingers just below his ear. You suck there and feel him tense up, fighting back a hiss of arousal now that you’ve gotten him so worked up with your diligent attention.

Kissing different spots along his throat, you wiggle back enough so that you can reach down and palm at the bulge in his pants until his hips twitch responsively. Then, slowly, you begin undoing the button and zipper with a warmth to your voice. “You’re so good for me, Megumi,” you say as you slip your hand into his pants and apply a pressure that makes his breath hitch. Then, you continue lowly in his ear, “Mama’s gonna make you feel better, okay?”

He doesn’t get a chance to respond before you’re tugging at the waistband of his pants and briefs, his hips raising up instinctively to assist you in pulling them down until his cock springs free and streaks his belly with precum. Your words mixed with his obvious arousal causes Megumi’s cheeks to heat up with embarrassment, and all he can do is throw his head back when you rub the tip of your finger across his leaking slit and bring it up to your mouth for a taste.

“Mmm… my beautiful boy. Wish you would let me know when you need me to take care of you.” You feel his fingers grip at you with more intensity as you speak, and he gasps when you drool down onto his length and wrap your hand around it, letting your saliva mix with his pre. “But it’s okay—I’ve got you now.” You stroke him once, then twice, and Megumi has to grit his teeth to keep from cumming right on the spot. You never fail to have him unraveling when he gets like this, and although it’s borderline humiliating for him to get so wound up, he can’t deny that you always make it feel incredible.

His eyes are squeezed shut and jaw clenched as you continue to slick his cock up and stroke it in your fist, working him closer to an orgasm with every second. Even with the building pleasure, he’s as quiet as ever, save for the soft sound of his breath and the occasional stray grunt, so you decide to prod at him a bit.

“Look at me, baby,” you command gently, stroking his cheek with your thumb until he opens his eyes. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on; tell me what you need.”

Megumi swallows and breathes, staring into your eyes. “F-feels good…” he says breathlessly, hissing when you thumb beneath the sensitive head of his cock. “Need you to—ah!” A shiver runs down his spine as you pick up your pace and force the words out of him. “Need you to—fu-uck, mommy… fuck me, please.” It tumbles from his lips with little grace but enough desperation to make up for it. There’s already a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and you know that you simply can’t deny his request.

Rising up from his lap, you shimmy out of your pants and let them fall to the floor before retaking your seat, his briefly neglected cock twitching at the sight of your wet cunt. You balance on your knees and bring his tip to brush along your folds only a couple of times before starting to sink yourself onto him, not keen on teasing or making him wait despite your own lack of prep. You know he needs this, so you’re going to provide.

Megumi releases his first real moan at the feeling of you sliding down onto him and surrounding him with your walls, squeezing each inch with your warmth and selflessness. He trembles when you're fully seated, the stretch heating up your core and causing you to clamp down in a way that already has him once again fighting off an orgasm, but he uses every ounce of concentration to keep from releasing so soon. You can tell that he’s struggling with the intensity of it all, so you sit still like this for a few moments to let him soak in the sensations before you start moving.

Without saying a word, he leans in to hide himself away in your neck, feeling safe tucked in against you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He’s desperate for release, yes, but he’s even more desperate to simply feel you close. He’s already as deep inside you as possible, prodding at your womb, but the depth only increases when he gets to hold you tightly, feeling you against him even through all the layers of clothing that keep you apart.

You place a hand at the back of his neck to offer him more security while he mouths at your skin, then you press a kiss to the side of his head. “I’m gonna start moving now,” you warn him, and he nods, pulling his head back with what looks like tears welling up in his eyes. It makes your heart thump. “Cum whenever you need to, okay?” You’re hardly worried about yourself; you just want him to get as much pleasure out of this as he can, and to not hold himself back for your sake.

Megumi looks at you appreciatively but feels almost pathetic at how needy he is; however, he feels safest when he’s with you, free from harsh judgement, so he does his best to listen to what his body tells him. You rock your hips against him and it feels like heaven for him to slide against your walls, feeling you in the most intimate way possible. It’s almost like the first time all over again, the emotional rawness of it consuming him and leaving him so sensitive that he might as well be a virgin. Every time you strip him down to his fundamental self, there’s always something cosmic about it.

After giving him a few slower rolls of your hips, you start to pick up the pace and use your knees to rise up and down, bouncing yourself on his cock and earning a lovely whimper in return. Megumi’s body relaxes more now that you drop yourself onto him and offer him the most magnificent of pleasures, leaving him wondering why he ever feels the need to hold himself back from you. It’s harder to leave behind old habits than one might think, but you’d consider moments like these to be the markers of significant progress.

The fire in his gut is growing with each second of you squeezing around him, and the wet, rhythmic sound meeting his ears makes Megumi even more flustered than before. He wishes this were one of the times in which he could hold out and use his stamina to make you feel infinitely good in return, but with the way his balls tighten and heart gallops in his chest, he has no choice but to give in to his own pleasure like you ask of him.

“‘M’gonna…” he starts, not fully saying the words, but you know exactly what he means regardless. His breaths are coming more quickly as you keep moving your hips, and every sign is pointing towards his release.

“That’s okay, baby—you can cum.” It only takes your words and a couple more strokes before he’s whimpering and shooting his load inside you, arms tightening around your waist to keep you in place as every last bit of seed pulses out of him. Megumi presses his forehead to your chest and trembles out the remainder of his orgasm, happily letting you stroke his hair and coo at him while the pleasure incapacitates him.

“Good boy. Mommy’s got you,” you whisper into his hair before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. You hold him there for as long as it takes for him to float back down to earth and go limp in your arms, feeling the wave of relaxation wash over him. Even after he’s come to his senses and looks up at you with hazy eyes and the path from a single tear staining his cheek, you’re not sure you’ll be able to get him to let you go long enough to clean you both up.

So you decide that it can’t hurt to sit here like this for a few more moments, letting your grumpy boy enjoy his bliss while you get the satisfaction of holding him in your arms like no one before you ever has.

#megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #my writing.#re: megumi fushiguro

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oncomingnight · 9 months

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Yandere! Best Friend

Hello everyone, I haven't posted in a while so I'm making an attempt at writing as much as I can in result of that. I hope you enjoy and please never hesitate in reaching out to me.

Alessandra has always felt an immensely deep connection towards you, you were simply enchanting. She felt as if she was an English sailor at sea and you were a painfully beautiful siren, luring her to experience nothing but bliss.

She tries her absolute hardest to hide her annoyance when you mention another person when the two of you are hanging out. The most she'll do is mumble an "mhm", but you bet she's rolling her eyes as soon as you turn your back. She can pretend to enjoy the presence of others when you all hang out in a group but she can only do it for so long. Eventually, everyone else will notice her irritation when they take your attention away from her, the smile she once had fading from her face each time.

Can't you see she only wants you? She only needs YOU. She could care less about the apparent need everyone else has to always be socializing and meeting new people, she's got you and that's never going to change.

Alessandra is constantly inviting you out to the cinema, the state fair, the mall, her house, absolutely any place that she can ask you to go to.

When you accept to go to her house for a movie night turned sleepover, she fails her attempt at hiding her childlike glee. She's changing into the pink silk nightgown she bought just for this occasion, spooning you in her pillow filled bed and nuzzling her face into your neck.

Will she smell the perfume you applied onto your neck and go shopping for one with the exact same scent? Of course not.

yes, she will.

Her hands are always wandering but never to an extreme extent. You'll find that her hands are constantly either on your waist or grasping at your hand. You could be standing in front of her and she'll place her hand onto your clothed waist right before softly squeezing it.

You could mention a horror movie that you absolutely love and she'll gift you the film on dvd the next day. When she picks you up for your day out together, you'll answer the door and find her standing with two cups of iced coffee in hand, her flashing a sweet smile as soon as she sees you.

Whenever you call her or send a voice memo of yourself ranting and crying about something, you better get ready to hear her knocking on your window. She'll softly place her hand onto your cheek as she looks at you with the softest look the world has ever seen, "I'll always be here, okay? Ya can't get rid of me and I'll do anything to see that pretty little smile again. So, tell me, who did it, huh? Who made you cry?" You'd be a bit hesitant to tell her about the person that upset you so much as you're aware of how aggressive she can be towards others, but you know that if you don't tell her, she'll find out another way.

It's not strange for Alessandra to call you several terms of endearment. She just can't help it, okay?

Alessandra was born into a family filled to the brim with money, so, if they're going on a trip, you're coming with them. She'll convince your parents to let you tag along and would be absolutely ecstatic when they agree to let you go. "Don't worry about it, I'll take good care of 'er"

Whenever you're eating a meal together, she will always jump to the opportunity to feed you. At first, you'd decline sheepishly as the thought of her doing such a thing made you a bit flustered but she'd eventually convince you, "But it'll make me happy", she says with her pouted lips and big, sad eyes.

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sonicblueartist · 6 months

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Rayman x Reader

A/N: I know I said I won't write for Rayman until I post all of your Bullfrog requests but I couldn't help myself. This idea suddenly come to my mind.

He is either the Rayman from the games or from Captain Laserhawk but before he was choosen to be Eden's poster boi~ You can choose whichever. You can even think this either romantic or platonic too :)

AND SO SORRY FOR THE TYPO MISTAKES AAAA

Summery: Pure fluff no warnings, wholesome moments, a bit cursing, and Rayman worries about something...

Masterlist

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Stary Night

You somewhat sharply expressed in surprise breaking the short moment of silence, "You are over one hundred?"

The night, beckoned by the stars under the glow of a full moon. As the colours of the day rest, the hillside becomes its monochrome beauty. The moon and stars shine above the passing clouds of ink. The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and give you a nice kind of serenity, within it's safety you could feel your own soul all the more clearly.

You were lying on one of the branches of a giant tree, big enough for both of your bodies to fit, and watching away this peaceful night slowly circle around your bodies.

A short stuffed snort come from him, it sounded forced and mockery. Or maybe it's just your tired mind playing with you.

His hands behind his head, he never once looked anywhere other then the stars. He hissed, "Eh, who knows? I stop counting a long time ago." He chuckled and made a shrugging like effort. After all he had no shoulders to shrug...

You teased with a smirk, never giving him a glance, "Heh, good to know... grandpa~"

He hit your shoulder playfully with an annoyed groan, "I knew telling you this wasn't a good idea..." he grumbled with a pout.

You coad and sit up patting his hand, "Aww, don't worry. I find it really cool. Wait. Are you immortal or just age different? Omg, if you are aging backwards that would be so cool."

He give you a glance causing you to freeze. That wasn't his usual annoyed or playfull stares.

He swallowed and sit up, glancing away.

"...I age slowly..." He simply answered your teasing question.

You pressed your lips. Have you step on a sensitive topic?

You try to ease him up, "Hey... Nothing wrong with aging slowly you know. You will going to stay and look young for quite a while and--"

"It's not as awesome as you think it is. What do you think going to happen after one hundered years later?"

You actually pondered about it, "Well I think you could look young for two thousands years--"

He give you a glare and cut you off, "You will not be there." He scoffed giving an answer to his own question. He shook his head in disbelief and look away.

You frowned. Of course... this was what he have been worrying about. Before you can even open your mouth to speak, he suck a sharp breath and speak up again.

"One hundered years... I lost some people, yeah I did make new ones in the way but... it never stop hurting... and it never will. I thought about just build walls around myself at some point but... I know who I am and I will never stop meeting new ones and help people around." He smiled to himself but it's fade as quick. He heavied a sigh, "I just don't wanna lose anyone I guess." He quickly muttered. He scratched his cheek, seems like ashamed to admit all this, "S-sorry. Didn't mean to lay it all off on you." He chuckled.

You smiled and slide next to him, hitting his side the way he did to you, "Hey, I don't care about age or what the future holds for us. I care about right now. And what's happening right now? We are both sitting together on a giant tree swarmed by the peacfullness of the night." He smiled at that.

You continued, "Age doesn't matter, it does not choose who you are, you do. What makes you you is your experiences and your... pleasures? Wait- No- I fucked it up."

He snorted at that. A real laugh. His fist of laughs caused you to start laughing along with him. He couldn't hold back himself and drop down on his back. He snickered and gasped for breath.

"My pleasures?" He choked out.

You snickered, "I said what I said." You shrugged proudly, "Now, tell me, What gives you pleasure in this world?"

His hands slipped back behind his head as he closed his eyes with a thoughtfull expression, "Hmm... I guess... adventures. Without them I would probably go insane by now." He chuckled.

You lay back aslo, "Yeah, adventures are fun."

"What about you?" He glanced at you.

You grinned at that and poked his nose, "You will never know."

He quickly sit up with the the most arrogant, playfull grin you ever saw him wearing, "Ahhh, I know. I get it. It's me isn't it?"

You burst into laughing, "Holy shit what?! You?! No way!"

He nudges your sides, "Come oooon, come on, come on, admit it!"

You try to push his floating hands away, and to stop your laughing but his tickling making it much worse, "S-stop it! Hahaha Y-you're gonna kill meee!!" You wheezed out.

He pouted playfully, "Fineee. You are no fun." He drop down on his back again, a peacfull smile on his lips.

You gasp for air and sighed, "God, I'm exhusted." You groaned and send a playfull glear in his way which he grinned at.

You two continued to lay down on the branch observing the stars. Your tired mind and body wouldn't let you even move an inch, your eyelids get heaver and heavier. It was so hard for you to try to make them stay open. After your little war with him made you even more exhausted than you were already is. Your mind felt heavy and sturggle to graps reality.

"Hey... uh... before you fall asleep or something... I want to say... thank you... for being here." He sounded content.

You smiled with his soft voice.

#rayman #captain laserhawk rayman #captain laserhawk #rayman x reader #x reader #reader #cl rayman #couldn't find any gifs to give this post lol #allenwrites #phantom show rayman

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probablyhuntersmom · 7 months

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I hadn't spotted these a year ago:

Oh my god, guys???!!! Parallels:

2. These are the same face - the Depression Face.

It tugs at my heart like nothing else, because...

3. Oooh never paid attention to this:

4. These lil' guys were moving and animated while sleeping here, aww:

5. The screenshot below, to me, is foreshadowing that Hunter may have expressed his wish to study at Hexside...but once that wish is actually granted, he too is gonna be depressed - at school, specifically - for months, and frustrated that he simply cannot be enthusiastic about classes the way he initially hoped. He'll push and push himself and judge himself for why he "can't even" enjoy lessons he's supposed to be excited about:

6. Do you think they took Hunter to the zoo's bird hall, before he carved Waffles (I personally view it as a good element of exposure therapy)? :

7. People usually put the S1 screenshot of Luz drawing light glyphs, next to the one with Flapjack fading away...but I saw this too:

It makes me wanna chew extra recycled cardboard about Luz and Flapjack parallels, specifically. Because of what they both offered to the world, if you think about it:

8. If Camila went through an outfit change like this in her nightmare:

Imagine the mayhem of Hunter's many nightmares with his many outfits :S

9. A really good reference for how Hunter healed pre-timeskip, is this sequence, where the order has been altered a bit below:

(who knows, maybe Willow recorded a lot of vids of him on her scroll T___T)

10. Wow this sums up the show doesn't it:

11. Ugh you can't tell me that...they wouldn't have had a similar-ish mirror scene with Waffles and older Hunter to these, if we had a full S3 or more seasons:

Him approaching a mirror with no palisman beside him...I can't imagine how that was in those horrible months. (Maybe he does this before heading out to conduct a Palisman Adoption Day)

12. I feel really happy, confidently believing that he unlearned this body language:

in the presence of adults, especially his new parental figures. Coercive control wasn't a dominating theme in his life anymore. And while we didn't see it onscreen, he would've found the space to even initiate connection via physical touch with his parents, like what Luz naturally does here:

I say "physical touch" specifically, because to quote @idlescree's amazing video analyses, Hunter's own physical body - not just his mind - was the ultimate and most intimate battleground for Belos to exert control, by possessing Hunter and using him as a puppet in the most direct way possible. So for Hunter to get physically close to family to express love after Flapjack's death, in spite of terrible spooky thoughts that he might still gravely injure others...that isn't a small feat at all.

13. I think his casual sweater is a plain gold colour, and his cosplay outfit has its yellow colour: because he's still influenced by Belos.

The black of the wolf tee and in the cosplay, feel to me like foreshadowing of his post-possession grief. Even after Flapjack is gone, Hunter still thinks about Belos and is still walking around in the same cosplay outfit. His newfound freedom and healing is reflected in his timeskip design (calm midtones of orange and blue): when Belos has no more hold on him via a painful history. We would see a progression from the predominant darkness of the black colour to those peaceful midtones on his clothing.

14. Best one saved for last! It's a headcanon, but I draw a few connections. @childlikegoblinqueen and I were talking about him likely returning to the place where poor Flapjack was slain, even if it takes a number of years before he can do so. Waffles will be with him.

Imagine...instead of running frantically in the night:

he calmly strolls during a beautiful Halloween evening, with autumn leaves blowing in the wind once again:

There are no horrors awaiting him, and very importantly, he can believe that.

And he visits the spot at the lake, and puts his hand to his chest:

but for once, he can smile while doing that specific gesture. All the times that he has put a hand to his heart in the show, he wasn't smiling (link). He then leaves and then returns to his family (walking in the opposite direction of the portal above) to have an actually joyful Halloween celebration.

#for flapjack #Thanks to Them anniversary #the owl house #thanks to them

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chillypowder · 8 months

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Rescued Hearts: A Second Chance at Love

Pair: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: After 6 years of marriage, you've finally decided to end it half heartedly. So how did you end on the floor of your house that was once something you called home.

As I sat alone on the couch in our once-luxurious penthouse, the empty room seemed to echo with loneliness. The soft hum of the city outside was the only company I had, and it offered no solace. I had grown accustomed to these moments of solitude, moments when Bakugou Katsuki, my husband of six years, would once again prioritize his career as a pro hero over our relationship.

At first, his absences had stung, the broken promises a constant source of disappointment. But as time passed, I had learned to bury those feelings deep within me, like embers slowly fading into ashes. I had grown adept at putting on a brave face, hiding the hurt that gnawed at my heart each time he missed a date, a celebration, or simply a quiet evening together.

Unbeknownst to Bakugou, I had been carrying a secret that weighed heavier with each passing day. A secret that, in a cruel twist of fate, had driven a wedge between us even further. I had been diagnosed with leukemia, a merciless disease that had already claimed so much of my strength. After a grueling surgery, the doctors had delivered a grim prognosis - I had just a week left to live.

I couldn't bring myself to burden Bakugou with this devastating news. I understood the overwhelming stress and dedication he poured into his hero work. His days were filled with battles against villains, and his nights with endless paperwork and public appearances. How could I add to his burden with my own impending demise? Instead, I had decided on a different path, one that would ultimately make him resent me.

Tonight, as I waited for him once more, I contemplated divorce. It was a desperate attempt to push him away, to free him from the guilt and responsibility of a dying spouse. The courage to have this difficult conversation had taken time to gather, but I had resolved to go through with it.

Just as I steeled myself to face Bakugou and tell him that our marriage had become too painful to endure, a sharp, excruciating pain radiated through my chest. I gasped for breath, clutching at my heart, and then everything went dark.

Six long hours later, the weight of the door closing behind him alerted me to Bakugou's return. I wished I could see his face, explain everything to him, but I was trapped in this agonizing darkness, unable to move or speak.

Then, his voice, choked with panic and desperation, cut through the haze. "What the hell happened?!" he exclaimed, his footsteps racing toward me.

He found me, unconscious and unresponsive, lying on the couch where I had spent countless nights alone. Panic surged through him, and he fumbled for his phone, calling for an ambulance. But it was too late. I could feel my own consciousness slipping away, like grains of sand through my fingers.

As the paramedics rushed in, they tried to revive me, but I knew it was futile. My time had run out, and I had left this world with so much unsaid. I could hear Bakugou's voice, raw with anguish, begging me to hang on, but there was nothing I could do.

In those final moments, I wished I could have told him about my illness, about the love that had never waned despite the distance that had grown between us. I wished I could have told him how much I cherished the moments we had together, even if they were far too few.

And as the darkness closed in, I hoped that somehow, he would find a way to forgive himself, to understand that life had given us both a cruel hand, and that our love had endured through it all.

Note: I'm sorry I changed the original text from the idea to a more evolved version if you want to read the original idea I'll post it separately.

Once again. Sorry 😔

#bakugou angst #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader angst #angst #mha bakugou #bnha angst #my hero academia #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #Bakugou Katsuki x reader angst #my hero academia angst

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creative-caramel-coffee · 8 months

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Injures and Idiots

Prompt: Hiding an Illness

Pairings: Wandanat x Reader

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: You got shot and hide it, which was probably a bad idea.

TW: injury, getting shot, blood, stitches, fainting, blood loss.

A/n Hehehe slight angst anyone? Short lil fic for all you who are craving some of that good old marvel content <3 Also I posted two fics in one day. I need a medal.

It honestly wasn’t that bad. You had had much worse in the past. This was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing you couldn’t deal with by yourself at least. It was just a graze; in fact it was barely a graze. everyone had seemed so happy that the mission went well you couldn’t dampen the mood. Sure, it was a bad idea. You had been shot after all. But the happy faces of your teammates made it hard to say anything that would take that away.

Upon reaching the jet you retracted inwards. You didn’t say much but everyone just assumed you were simply tired. Natasha was the only one who seemed to notice any sort of issue, but she didn’t press it, dismissing it as typical post mission aches and pains but she made a mental note to keep an eye on you.

After two hours the jet landed and the team departed, you waited a minute to exit knowing your walk was slightly off to adjust for the pain in your side. Sucking in a breath you stood and began to hobble down to your room.

The blood was beginning to show through your suit, and you needed to bandage it before the debrief with fury. You checked each hallway by peaking around the corner before quickly hurrying down it.

Once safely in your room and the door shut you began to peel off your suit. When the rough material brushed against the soft sensitive exposed wound you cried out before clamping a hand over your mouth and waiting for the sound of rushed footsteps. Luckily none came. You mentally thanked tony for the thick walls of the compound.

Once the suit hung from your waist and you stood with the black material around your hips clad in your navy sports bra you hobbled to the bathroom. Pain short through you as you lent down to grab the materials from under the sink. You sucked a harsh breath through your teeth as the lightning pain shot through your skin. Righting yourself again you began the painstaking process of cleaning and bandaging the wound.

After two small bottles of saline the wound was much more visible. It looked awful but it was too late now to tell someone. Placing a piece of gauze to the torn flesh you began to wind the roll of white bandaged around your midsection. After two rolls and a clip to secure it the light pressure seemed to almost relive some of the pain.

Tossing two pain tablets into your mouth and chugging some water you made quick but painful work of changing into a casual outfit of grey and red trackpants from when you were in senior year and a faded black band t-shirt. Throwing your hair into a messy bun and slipping on your vans you walked to the door practising walking normally. It hurt more but it was bearable and more importantly, believable.

Blood was beginning to seep through the bandages, but you dismissed it. It would clot soon, there was no real damage.

The meeting was rather boring, you turned up a few minutes late. Taking care of the injury had eaten up a lot of your time.

After three minutes the wound began to throb.

After five minutes you began to feel lightheaded. After ten black dots began to appear on your vision and your left hand drifted to you side. Of course, Nat was watching you carefully at this point, studying the slight pained expression on your face and hand hovering by your side.

She had just opened her mouth to ask you when your eyes rolled back, and you slumped almost falling out of the chair if Wanda’s magic hadn’t caught you and kept you in the chair.

Steve stopped talking and motioned to banner to take a look. Nat waved him off coming to you side and clearing her throat. The rest of the team could take a hint and soon it was just you Wanda and Natasha. Wanda carefully picked you up out of the chair and laid you on the floor with you head in her lap.

Nat’s hands ghosted over the base of your shirt as she lifted the black material to reveal heavily blood-soaked bandages.

“Cyka” she swore, and Wanda sucked in a breath, her hands however didn’t stop from where she rubbed your cheek in an attempt to rouse you. She whispered you name as she tapped your cheek. After a minute your eyes began to flutter but stayed closed as Nat began to unwind the bandages. When she saw the injury, she swore again.

“Jarvis?” The redhead said.

“Yes Ms Romanoff”

“Tell banner to bring a suture kit to the briefing room and a bottle of saline.” She said.

“Dr banner has been alerted and is on his way now.” The AI responded and Nat nodded as she began to probe the wound with her hand to check for further damage.

She wasn’t mad, she knew you had issues asking for help, but she hated seeing you like this.

After a moment Bruce appeared at the door his cheeks flushed and breathing coming in a slight pant. He wordlessly handed Natasha the kit and slipped back out of the room mumbling something about Tony being in his lab and needing to make sure he didn’t meddle with his notes.

Wanda nodded and thanked Bruce as Nat began to stitch up the wound. She had just put in the last stitch and tied it off when your eyes finally blinked and opened.

“Hey there Y/n/n” Wanda said brushing a hand over your cheek.

“Wha-“ you said trying to sit up, catching both girls by surprise you suddenly cried out at the movement jostling the stitches. A strong hand pushed you back into Wanda’s lap as Nat shook her head and removed her hand.

“None of that. You stay right there until i say so. That was pretty deep Y/n. You should have come to me earlier; it was almost too late to give you stitches outside of an operating room based off how long it was open and exposed. Risking infection.” She said and you mumbled an apology.

“It's ok darling just don’t do it again.” She said and rubbed your arm. “Right Wanda and I will take you to your room, where you will do nothing but rest until i deem you ready to leave your bed. Got it?” She said and you nodded. “Alright let's go.” Natasha carefully lifted you from Wanda lap with her arms under your knees and back to carry you.

Wanda trailed along beside you and soon they laid you in your bed before Wanda went to get some more pain medicine and Natasha laid down on the bed beside you softly stroking patterns on the small of you back to sooth you.

After taking the meds you fell asleep between the two women absolutely exhausted.

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nicolesainz · 11 months

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You’re losing me (CS 55)

Carlos Sainz x f!reader

Summary: long distance is difficult, taking flights, seeing each other only a few hours, you slowly forget who the other is

A/N: Miss TayTay loves to break my heart. That song is pure ache.

Warnings: intense fighting, swearing, angst, heartbreak

Packing my luggage for what is about to be the last time around Carlos. I take a look at my paddock pass that is hanging around my neck for one last time. This will probably be passed on to another girl in the future.

Originally, I wouldn’t have stayed for the race. Who would have thought that my surprise would blow up and be an absolute failure. The annoyance in his face when he saw me, broke my heart.

Usually when one arrives to surprise a beloved one, they don’t seem irritated or angry with a move like this. They are surprised and happy eventually. In our case, Carlos couldn’t bother to be either of the two. Simply annoyed.

He barely kissed me on the lips. Nothing but a small peck on my cheek. During the whole drive to the hotel, he didn’t utter a single word, no matter how many questions I asked.

“Did I do some wrong?”

“Aren’t you happy I’m here?”

“Is everything alright?”

“Are you stressed about the race?”

“Did you fight with anyone?”

“Did a fan bother you anyhow?”

His answers were either a blunt “no” or a growl.

When we arrived at the room, he shut the door loudly before leaving for the track alone, abandoning me with a simple phrase.

“Take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch”

Maybe I shouldn’t have come. Maybe I should have stayed in Spain. Maybe I should have asked him first if he wanted me here. Maybe I’ve become too bothersome for him.

So many questions flooding in my head, I wanted to throw up. The room felt very claustrophobic, so I took my bag and the key, leaving the room as well. Since Carlos didn’t want us to go together at the paddock, I took a taxi and went there by myself.

Closing to the Ferrari garage, I was greeted by a smiley Charles and laughing Lando, running towards my way. Seeing them this happy, cheered me up, I have to admit that.

“Next time, act more happy when you see us” Lando ironically said, wrapping his arms around me.

“I’m so sorry. Since I arrived everything has been so different” there’s a bitter feeling leaving my mouth saying the word ‘different’

“Did something happen back home? With Carlos?” Charles asks, eyes full of concern as we walk in the garages.

“With Carlos. Ever since I arrived this morning, he has been so distant and mean towards me. I can’t understand what I’ve possibly done” I look so confused and so do the boys beside me.

“Have you tried asking or talking to him?” Lando points out.

“Yes, but he would answer to my questions either with a simple ‘no’ or a grunt. That’s it. After that I didn’t want to bother him anymore. When we arrived at the hotel he immediately left and I was alone” I lower my head as I see Carlos approaching the garage as well.

“Do you want us to go and talk to him? Maybe it’s something about the race. Although he seemed okay on Wednesday when we arrived” Charles placed his hand on my back caressing it softly and apologetically.

“No, it’s alright. I don’t want to involve you in this madness more than now. I wouldn’t want Carlos to be mad at his friends as well” I give both the drivers a sympathetic smile as they slowly fade away to different paths, leaving me alone once again.

When Carlos eyes me, he comes forward and spits again one phrase before abandoning a whole conversation.

“So, you came huh?”

Everything is so random and weird, I can process what is going on with him? What have I done? Did I say something? Did I post something? Did I forget to tell him something? Did I forget an anniversary? Birthday? No, I haven’t. Then what is it?

I surely do not want to get into a fight with him before qualifying, so I shut up and get away from the garage, so my presence won’t annoy him more as it already has. If I’m the problem, I better stay away.

"Do you want me to stay? Should I go?" I quietly say, scared of what his response may be.

"I don't know. Do you wanna fucking stay? Maybe you are thinking of leaving. I don't know. Your call" he bluntly replies and refuses to look at me in the eyes.

"Of course I want to stay, but clearly there is something wrong here. Did I do something?" Why is he acting like this? I can't understand.

"I don't know, did you? And it surprises me that you want to stay. Do as you please!" Now that his focus switched to me, his eyes were hiding pain and anger behind them. And they are screaming to me that I caused those emotions.

"Can we talk? After qualifying? I have already caused you enough stress and I really do not want that." I take his hand in mine and I can his feel his grip being loose compared to other times.

"Yes. Or whatever you want. Hoping you'll actually stay" He keeps saying 'whether I stay or not' and my mind wanders to possible reasons why he is angry with me

"I love you Carlos, very much. More than anyone on this planet" I wrap my arms around his waist and hold him firmly and as tight as I can. I have to show him that I am here to stay.

His breathing is loud and hard. His suffering is apparent, even though the beats of his heart are fast. It pains me to the very last bone, that I was the cause of such harsh and painful emotions, that now have taken over him.

"I love you too" the four words escaped his lips, as if there were a feat to him.

Qualifying went well for both Ferrari boys, having them start in P2 and P3 behind Max. It was a solid result after the first few races being difficult to perform and cope with.

The whole garage started clapping and congratulating their boys for the pleasing result, as I was approached by Rupert slowly. He had a nervous look plastered all over his eyes and I sensed that he knew something I didn't.

"Y/N, can I ask you something? If I am not being very invasive?" Rupert has an apparent difficulty in his speaking as he can't bare to ask me.

"Of course. What is wrong? You are worrying me" my palms are starting to get sweaty and my throat drying up.

"Did you, mhm, ehm, well, ah, oh god I cant say it"

"Please tell me, I won't take any offence"

"I seriously can't. I don't even know why it crossed Carlos's mind. You are the sweetest woman for him, I can't depend on his idiotic theories. That is such nonsense"

"Rupert, can you please tell me what is going on with Carlos? He is acting all weird and I am afraid I have accidentally done something without it crossing my mind." Worry rushes through my veins and my fingers fidgets around a string of my hair.

"If I tell you, swear to me, that you will not tell you heard it from me. You will hear it from him first. I have noting to do with it. I would never condone it nor anyone" Rupert is trying to avoid at all costs this topic. I don't know if I want to stop him or force him to tell me before Carlos.

"You are making me very worried. Was he involved in any paranormal activity that Ferrari shouldn't know? Did he fight with Charles? Does he want to leave the team? What can be so awful?"

Rupert takes a deep breath and shuts his eyes.

"Carlos slept with another woman"

I cant find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore.

"Please tell me this isn't some sick joke. Tell me that you are lying for the first and last time in your entire life. Rup..." I stop talking when I feel a hot breath hitting my neck, sending shivers to my entire body.

Rupert's eyes were taken over by horror and disappointment for his friend, but sympathy towards me. So now I know why Carlos was distant and acted absurdly. He was losing me and he knew it. But preferred not to do anything.

"Rupert can you please leave us alone?" Carlos's voice was breaking as each letter escaped his mouth. Each of them sounded quite than the one before.

"I am sorry Carlos. She deserved the truth" he replied earring a nod by Carlos, assuring him that he did not care who told me the truth. Whether it was him or his friend.

"If you want to leave, it would be more than understandable, but.." he did not manage to finish his sentence before i felt my heart exploding out of my chest.

"Why do you keep on pushing me away? Why do you want me far away from you? Why do you want me to leave? Did I ever say that I do not want to next or close to you? Have I? Because you clearly have the wrong idea of it"

"You kept on being absent from the races. I was alone. With no one to console or cheer me up, after the messiest and absolute fuck all start of a season. I watched everyone being with their girlfriends and I had no one to hug, kiss, no one by my side. A text was never gonna fix anything" tears started escaping Carlos's eyes, before he took a deep breath and continued explaining.

"After the Australian Grand Prix, I was at my lowest. Given a penalty after almost getting a podium and losing all points. Not being able to help my team after Charles's DNF. Receiving all this hate from the media and not being able to handle it they way I should have. I did not want to do all this alone, but in the end, I was. And you were nowhere to be found. Lando and I went out for a couple of drinks, when a girl approached me. My phone kept on ringing, it was you calling me. And yes, I decided on purpose to ignore it. A FaceTime wouldn't cure my pain or fix anything. A few drinks later, she ended up on my hotel room, after one thing led to the other"

Disgust, disappointment, anger, sadness, had taken over my soul and thoughts.

I can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore, for you.

"We have been too far gone to bring back to life, Y/N. I did not know whether you'd ever show up to be with me. I thought you had found something more interesting. Someone more interesting. Another person to spend your time. Since I am always absent, it would be more than logical. But the thought of you with someone else, made me want to throw up and run back to you, to hold you in my arms. I didn't know whether you would want us to stay together after all the distance"

How long, could we be a sad song? Till we were too far gone to bring back to life?

"I love you. I could never love anymore more than I do you. If I had give up everything I owe for you, I would. Or even willingly. I would give my life for you. I would take a thousand knife stabs, hundreds of bullets, millions of cuts, if it meant to prove my love to you, Carlos. No matter the kilometres that keep us apart, I would lock my heart away so it wouldn't fall for someone else besides you. Besides the man I fell for, who was thirsty to show the world who he was and had my ultimate support. Still has. Even if you were sunshine and I was midnight rain, I would drop everything just to keep you in my life. No one else, only you"

So I peered through a window, a deep portal, time travel, all the love we unravel, and the life I gave away.

"I will fall on my knees. Beg every second, every minute, every hour, every day of my life, if it means that you will eventually forgive me. I was so scared that our love was drowning and draining, when in fact I was the one who drowned it. With my own hands. Just like your trust. For which I will also plead and kneel to gain back one day, no matter how long it takes. Weeks, months, years, even damned centuries. I will be patient. Just for you"

I pictured you with other girls, in love, then threw up on the street. Like waiting for a bus that never showed, you just starting walking home. They say that if it's right, you will know.

#carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz f1 #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz headers

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helpimhyperfixating · 10 months

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Family is who you choose

This is not a Jotaro x reader for once. It’s Jotaro being a good dad. You’re Jolyne’s best friend and come to her house for comfort. (I dunno how to tag it differently tho, sorry :()

This is unfinished, but I didn’t really plan on finishing it and it has enough meat so I might as well post it :3

Word Count: 1783

Knocking on the door, you had a hard time suppressing your emotions, simply keeping your quivering lips pressed together tightly as the details of the wood faded into blurs.

The lights inside the house were on so you knew someone was home as you waited, pulling your own jacket sleeves down until it felt like they would split at the seams.

“….o-“

“Yeah, yeah!”

Jolyne’s voice was heard from inside as she yelled to whoever was talking to her, all the while she approached the door on the other side. Hearing that, your heart thudded as you tried to compose yourself, sniffling as you tried to prepare for what you were going to say.

Before you knew it, the door was pulled open and before you stood your best- and childhood friend, Jolyne.

“Y/N! What are you doing here, you- Are you okay?” Her confusion instantly turned to concern as she took notice of your appearance.

Looking up at her, her genuine and worried expression caused your brittle wall to crumble as your face screwed up, a choked sob leaving you as you frantically shook your head no.

“Come in, come inside.” Instantly wrapping her arm around your shoulders, with her left she held your hands as she led you inside. “Dad!” Shouting out for the older man, you looked up to see him sitting at the dining table across the room, plates of half-finished food set up on it while he got up from the table, a frown on his face.

It was clear you had caught the Kujo family during one of their late-night dinners.

Having long since been a familiar face to the man in purple, seeing the state you were in he instantly went into concern mode, similarly to his daughter.

“Y/N? What’s going on?”

“I-“ You started, trying hard not to make any actual noise while the tears kept blurring your vision, both the ravens around you taking notice.

“Dad, can you-?” Jolyne didn’t even have to finish her sentence as Jotaro already nodded, humming a short hum as he walked out of the room and into the kitchen while Jolyne led you over to the table and sat you at the head.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, rubbing at your eyes as you tried to calm yourself.

“No, it’s okay. Tell me what happened.” Her voice was soft as she once more grabbed your hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze that made a pitiful sob-chuckle leave you.

“It’s him, what else?” Your throat felt thick and your voice nasal as you spoke, pulling one hand out of your friend’s hold to instead burrow into your jacket pocket.

“I swear to god I’m going to smash his face into concrete - no offence.” Jolyne brazenly huffed before looking down at you, not wanting to upset you further.

“None taken.” You chuckled wetly again, sniffling after as you pulled out your phone, clicking it on and typing in your password. “You remember how he never showed up for my graduation? No explanation, nothing?”

“I do.” Jolyne nodded a little tentatively and you turned your phone around, handing it to her with the messenger app open.

“I decided ‘Why not stick up for myself for once?‘” You mumbled, watching as the girl took your phone, her eyes starting to skim the texts.

“What the fuck?” Jolyne’s voice was an angry whisper, her brows furrowing. “He’s blaming you?!”

“What’s going on?”

Walking out of the kitchen, carrying three mugs, Jotaro came over, placing them down in front of their designated spots one by one and sliding away the plates of food while he looked between the two of you.

“Her father is blaming her!”

Furrowing his brows in confusion, the man slowly sat down, looking at the phone his daughter was waving around before looking at you, a silent ask for permission. You nodded and motioned for him to go ahead while you slid the cup he just put down closer to yourself, seeing the large mug filled to the brim with hot cocoa.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your dinner.” You mumbled, looking at the half-eaten plates of curry.

“Don’t worry, you couldn’t know dad was being an ass and working late again.” Jolyne smiled, bumping her shoulder into yours, which earned her a half-hearted glare from Jotaro.

“I was in my study. You could just as easily have notified me or made dinner yourself.”

“Nuh-uh, it’s your day to cook. I ain’t touching that kitchen on a Thursday.” Jolyne huffed, pulling up her nose to which Jotaro deadpanned.

“Jolyne, you barely cook the others days.”

Sputtering a bit, the girl pulled your chair closer to her, as if in an attempt to get you on her side, both physically as well as in the mock fight. “I cook at least once a week!”

“And I six times, where is your point.” Jotaro hummed, finishing reading the texts as he then put your phone down on the table, upside down.

“Y/N loves it when I cook.” Jolyne huffed, engulfing you in her arms and hugging your head into her chest, giving you no choice but to let her, a fond smile spreading on your face.

You knew they were probably bantering like this on purpose to get your mind off of things, but you also didn’t care. It was working.

With how often you came to the Kujo residence, this had become like a second home to you, and seeing how the father-and-daughter-duo squabbled always worked to make you smile.

“Y/N, have you eaten yet?”

The deep baritone breaking through your thoughts, you looked up from Jolyne’s chokehold to see Jotaro’s eyes on you, soft and calm.

“Well.. no but I’m not really hungry, it’s alright.”

The man nodded softly before shoving your mug a bit closer to you. “Here, take this with you. Go take a shower, kid. Decompress. You can talk to us after.”

“Hot cocoa in the shower? You have gone soft, old man.” Jolyne teased and the marine biologist sighed.

“No, they can drink it while you get some spare clothes.” Jotaro clarified, raising an eyebrow.

Narrowing her eyes, Jolyne looked at her father for a moment before getting up, taking you with her as she turned around and walked towards the stairs, looking back and sticking her tongue out at the older man one last time as if that was supposed to make her win their stand off.

Looking back as well, Jotaro’s eyes crossed with yours and you waved at him while Jolyne dragged you along, him putting his hand up as well as he shook his head with an amused huff at his daughter’s pettiness.

Stretching a bit, Jotaro cracked his neck a little before looking down. Your phone was still on the table from when he placed it there. Reaching out, he took hold of it and turned it around, touching the screen that had gone a shade darker to prevent it from shutting off as his eyes once more glid over the texts between you and your father.

For years you and him had been on thin ice, Jolyne having ranted about the stupid shit that asshole - in Jotaro’s eyes - did to you. Not to mention the few times you’d actually come to him to talk as well.

Having known you for coming close to two decades now, having watched you grow up, Jotaro held a fondness for you similar to what he felt for his own daughter. And thus, reading these texts, he felt his blood boil.

Back when you were still a child, somewhere under the age of ten - he couldn’t remember - your parents got divorced. He’d never truly liked your father yet after the divorce resulting from him cheating, the man showed his true colours. Every time he came to pick you up from Jotaro’s house, he ignored the marine biologist and his daughter other than a ‘thanks’ or ‘good evening’. It never failed to make Jotaro want to throttle him, especially seeing how reluctant you always were to go.

As the years passed, reluctance turned to fear until eventually there was a fallout and you decided to stop living with your dad altogether.

Sighing, Jotaro absentmindedly scrolled through the texts again, only to furrow his brow when he scrolled a little too far up. It was a bit of a breach of privacy but he couldn’t help it as he saw the texts that caused you to speak out against your father in the first place.

‘Hey, dad. Did you stop paying my monthly allowance?’

‘Yes, I did.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you graduated and are over 18.’

‘But you can’t do that… You and mom settled on it in the divorce contract. Until I’ve graduated college you can’t just stop.’

‘I don’t want to talk about this over text.’

Gritting his teeth, Jotaro put down your phone right as Jolyne came walking back in.

“What’s up, dad?” She asked, her brows furrowing.

Waving his hand a bit, Jotaro grunted in dismissal. “I’ll discuss it once Y/N is back down.”

Nodding softly, Jolyne then slid the mug in front of her closer, looking inside before softly chuckling. “Hot cocoa while we eat curry, really?”

“Oh shut it.” Jotaro huffed as he looked to the side, a blush appearing on his face. “It is Y/N’s comfort drink.”

Smiling softly, Jolyne then reached out, grabbing onto the man’s arm. “I know. Thank you, dad.”

Looking back, he nodded softly, placing his hand over hers and giving it a small squeeze.

It took about twenty minutes for you to calm down enough that you felt presentable and wouldn’t break down at the first mention, dressed in a mix of Jolyne’s and Jotaro’s clothes - Jolyne having forgotten to properly do her laundry, causing in a shortage of clean clothes and forcing her to borrow from her dad’s closet for you.

Walking inside the living room, you were met with the Kujo’s sitting at the table, plates of food in front of themselves while they were quietly talking, all the while a third plate sat at the head of the table, waiting for you.

“Ohh.. you really didn’t have to, I’m really not hungry.” You smiled awkwardly as you walked over, yet the both of them just looked at you while Jotaro pushed your chair out with his foot.

“Sit. You need to eat, c’mon.”

Chewing the inside of your cheek you nodded and just sat down. You had to admit, it smelled absolutely divine. Jotaro never failed to make something delicious whenever he cooked and it was always something you looked forward to whenever you stayed for a sleepover.

That’s all I had. But given the title you can guess how this was gonna end :3

#I might have put a little bit too much of my own life in this #but it’s my therapeutic writing #i needed it then #jotaro x reader #part 6 jotaro #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro x you #jolyne x reader #jolyne cujoh

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omegalomania · 10 months

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i actually have to wax lyrical about fourth of july for a minute because it might legitimately be one of my favorite fall out boy songs ever written primarily because it's not a song i think could have been written prior to the hiatus. it feels a bit like a logical extension to "miss missing you" in how it's a song that discusses what it is to live without someone more than anything else.

say you loved someone. could be a friend, a family member, a significant other, whatever. say you loved them. say that relationship split apart for some reason or another. say it's been years since you thought about them and you realize you can't picture them so easily anymore. the little details that once shown so clearly in the walkways of your memory have begun to fade, and in a strange solemn kind of way you feel like you have to mourn that, the entropy hemorrhaging away your recollections of them. you have a weakness for nostalgia. you obsess over old scars. you obsess even more over the way that they dont ache the way they used to unless you pry them open of your own accord.

here is a song that presents an old, fractured relationship. here is a song that says that maybe it was for the best that it fell apart. it is not spiteful or angry or resentful of the other party. it's almost apologetic. it acknowledges that you're so far out of each other's lives at this point that it doesn't really matter, whether or not you miss them, or whether or not they miss you. sometimes things simply don't carry out to completion. and that's okay. the torture of small talk with someone you used to love.

it's the refrain that sticks with me, more than anything. it's a lyric i carry so close to my heart to this day:

may the bridges i have burned light my way back home.

this part of your life ended. the bridge was burned, it collapsed beneath its own weight, it is nothing but cinder and fucking ash underfoot. this person in your past is not who they once were to you, and they never will be again. you used to love them. you don't anymore. maybe sometimes you miss them, but they'll never get to know that now. you burned that bridge and you found hope in it - you found such hope and earnest joy and relief in that part of your life being sent for the burning. you watched that relationship fall apart and you were better for it, you turned its embers into a beacon, you saw your way out of it and maybe sometimes it still hurts, maybe sometimes you still feel lonely, sometimes you miss this specific persons company, but thats okay.

its a song about grief, more than anything. you mourn the people you used to be. and you live without them anyway. you live without the version of you who loved this person. you live without the person you once loved. past tense. and it burns a little venom out of your veins when you think of them, but you feel better and you breathe a little easier afterwards.

it's a song that has all the affectations of a love song but is anything but. it's a farewell song. it's a song that acknowledges that maybe once you loved someone, but you don't anymore. and that while maybe you were better off for having loved them, you are better still for having walked away in the end. for all its upbeat nature, the son lux sampling that picks up the whole tempo and transforms the chorus into a soaring, almost triumphant anthem, "fourth of july" is about what it means to walk away from a relationship and realize that you are better for having done so.

like i said. it's not a song they could have written pre-hiatus. it's utterly devoid of the spite and agitation that permeated so many of their early songs. it's about acceptance and the way some things end, and that's okay. they were meant to. and you're better for it. and if anyone turns this post into about a ship i will be coming to your house and peeling off all your skin like a fucking orange.

#*making poasts #i am one of those people who auto-blocks anyone who makes this song into about any fake bandom ship lol #its one of my favorites and i wont abide it being reduced to that.#not to mention like. this song? you want /this song/ to be the ship song? the song thats about how youre better off without them???#anyway. happy fall out boy day everybody

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sonder-paradise · 1 year

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𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

◊ characters. childe, kaeya, alhaitham

◊ genre. angsty?

◊ synopsis. you can't help but feel as though the man in front of you is drifting away and there's nothing you can do about it.

— 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

Heaven knows you’ve tried. Over and over again, you would try to get rid of the ache and the pain you felt when he would smile at you and leave. The hours and minutes could never define the worry and confusion you absorbed when he returned only to tell you he was departing again.

Childe was always busy with things. Whether it was the fact he never seemed to have enough time or he was off on another mission, you could see that he was fading away from you. Then again, he never truly felt whole.

There was a brief moment when you would feel those butterflies all over again. When he’d arrive back on your doorstep with a tired look in his eyes but at least he returned back to you. But you would feel sick when he grazed your cheeks with his fingers, an empty admiration in his cerulean eyes.

“I’m leaving again,” he says simply. And all you can do is nod because what is worse than staying trapped with those tomentous emotions? Confronting them.

— 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚

At the end of the day, you try to pretend you are the people you once thought you were. Kaeya’s become distant, that’s for certain. You lean back in your seat, trying to remember the moments you would stay awake till midnight, exchanging whispers of secrecy and adoration.

But you sit alone in the silence while you know that he’s busy. Always busy and always worried about the life he never got to live with his brother. You sip your drink, trying to rationalize the ideas in your mind. You’re unsure if this is a bump in the road or a boulder stopping your paths.

“What are you still doing up?” Kaeya murmurs into the darkness. It’s late, you know. But you can’t help but wonder what would happen. What would happen if you left tomorrow morning? Would he search for you?

The question plagues you as you merely smile at him. And you go back to pretending that you are the person you once thought you were to him.

— 𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦

There are things you don’t understand sometimes. The way he moves as if in the shadows and as if you do not exist to him. Everything to him is like a puzzle or a game and there are moments you think he thinks you are too.

Alhaitham never slows down to explain things to you. You’ve watched him from afar, supported and loved him. He comes back to you bruised and broken and never explains himself. He whispers that it’s fine or it doesn’t matter.

Still, it takes up all your mind. Does he truly care like you do? Does he realize just how much you’d be willing to sacrifice if only he’d let you in a little? You swallow thickly, reassuring him of problems you don’t want to mention.

“Please don’t worry,” he whispers, brushing the tears from your eyes. But the secrets and the mysteries and the puzzles don’t make sense to you anymore. The world is so simple. So why can’t you two be as well?

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cerise-on-top · 4 months

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Giving Ghost a Music Box

Since I didn't receive any requests for once, I wrote something I've been wanting to write, which is just reader giving Simon a music box as a gift. I think he'd love something like that, with the small tune calming him down whenever he needs it. This is just self indulgent, but someone else might enjoy it as well, so I'm posting something for once.

A rather cold winter evening it was, the sun having kissed the world goodbye quite some time ago. With the final moments before dusk finally faded in its entirety, you looked at the blue sky, a blanket of clouds draped over it. A lovely sight, really, one you had seen a thousand times already. Not much snow was left, with a few piles serving as reminders of the cold that once was a week ago, but that, if nothing else, meant that you wouldn’t slip on the remaining ice anymore for there barely was any. You sighed as you waited at one of the traffic lights, having turned red just as you thought you could still make it. What a bother. Glancing at the small wrapped box on the passenger seat, you smiled. In your eyes, it was a rather special gift for a special someone, a person you had adored for years now. It may have been something small, but it held a lot of meaning to you. In fact, you had desired something like it for a long time yourself, but you knew it would make for a special gift for that special someone.

It was a music box, the wood adorned with carvings. It didn’t seem like anything extraordinary, and that it wasn’t, but it had a place in your heart. You played its melody in your head, remembering the metallic sound that came from it as you turned the handle slowly enough for it to be in tune with the actual song. You hoped Simon would love it as much as you do. And even if he didn’t want it, you’d be more than happy to keep it for yourself.

The light turned green once again and you hit the gas pedal, driving for another few minutes before you finally got home, watching as the lanterns automatically turned themselves on as it grew entirely dark outside. But it didn’t matter, nothing did in that moment. Not the dark, not the cold, not you shivering as you weren’t wearing clothes fit for such a cold evening. Soon enough you’d be inside anyway, reveling in the warmth of a nicely heated room during January. With the car parked in the parking lot nearby, you headed on home, not forgetting about the small music box.

You’d been thinking of getting Simon a gift for a while now. It wasn’t necessary, he always assured you, but you wanted to anyway, just to show your appreciation for him. He was a lovely man, a lovely boyfriend, who you could always count on, no matter what. Even when he wasn’t home, he’d try his best to talk to you whenever you needed it, listening to your woes as you rambled about a day, at first so sweet, gone sour due to the wrong people. Even though you could be quite the handful, something you were aware of but simply couldn’t help, he always stayed by your side, always making sure you were well. Sometimes he would neglect going to bed just to talk to you over the phone. Simon was a sweetheart indeed.

You held the wrapped box tightly in one hand, fumbling with your keys in the other as you tried to unlock the door of the apartment. It took a while, but you got it to work eventually, with the only obstacle left being a few flights of stairs until you could finally see the love of your life. As you were in no hurry, you opted for the elevator, pressing the button and waiting for it. Your mind wandered to the last time you and Simon made a small trip away from where you lived. Mind you, you were simply visiting his friend Johnny in Scotland, but you recall the sweetness of him defending you from some drunken people wishing to pick a fight with you. It definitely had its perks, having a boyfriend in the military, even if there were just as many downsides to it all.

You stepped inside the elevator, letting the door close behind you as it took you upwards. When you had gotten sick recently, he wouldn’t leave your side, unafraid of catching the flu himself. It was always a treat when Simon cooked, and that time he made you the best chicken soup you had ever had in your life, followed by a hearty vegetable stew as well. Even when you whined about being cold, when the three blankets weren’t enough, he wrapped you in his arms and made sure you stayed warm with him around, despite you sleeping all day anyway. And yet, somehow, he never got sick himself, getting away with a light cough and nothing else.

As you made your way up the final flight of stairs you thought about how he carried you back home when you had gotten injured. Hiking, while it could be a fun thing, could also be quite dangerous. And such a thing had happened as you barely had entered the forest. You slipped and twisted your ankle, unable to move up the entire mountain. You apologized over and over again, feeling shame and guilt upon not being able to go up the mountain with Simon. But instead of being angry with you, he picked you up, kissed your forehead and told you to be more careful next time. He even waited at the doctor’s office with you, just so he could keep an eye on you.

There are many things that can be said about Simon Riley. He’s a heartless killer, he’s a scary guy who knows how to end someone’s life with his bare hands, he’s stern and objectively scary to have around. And yet, at the same time, that man with an expression usually so cold has the warmest heart you’ve ever seen. If you had to, you would make every single mistake in your life again just to get a chance at meeting him, a chance at being with him, once more.

Finally, you stood in front of the door to your apartment. Quickly, you unlocked it and took off your shoes inside, the door simply falling closed behind you.

“Simon,” you called out, “I’m home!”

It must have been around 8pm, so it wasn’t very likely he was out anymore. No store would normally be open at such an hour. And soon enough, you heard something big get off the couch, the movement making its way towards you. The door to the living room was opened, revealing him. He seemed a bit out of it, a bit groggy even as he stared at you. Seems like he took a nap while he waited for you.

“Hey, love. How are you doing?” His voice was lower than usual, a bit more gruff as well. Although adorable, his hair was also a bit messier than usual. Seems like he genuinely was sleeping for a little bit. You granted him that, considering it wasn’t always a given he’d sleep well at night, even if you did feel a twinge of guilt for waking him up. As you took off your coat, you put down the small box, which Simon spotted immediately. “What’s that?”

Hanging up the jacket, you chuckled. “Open it and find out. It’s yours anyway.”

And that he did, carefully peeling off the tape to reveal what was inside. It took him a while to realize what it was, considering he just woke up from a relatively deep slumber. Setting down the wrapping, he looked at the small wooden box from every angle before taking the handle in his fingers. It was cute how small the box really was in his hands. When he turned it, he jumped a bit as the first sound played, stopping in his tracks before continuing. He let the entire tune play out, a smile forming on his face as he recognized it. “You Are My Sunshine”, something that held true for the both of you. A second time, he played the tune, listening intently as he seemed to be lost in thought, but happy regardless. It wasn’t much, but it conveyed how you felt about him.

“Thank you, lovie. It’s so very sweet.” Music box in one hand, he wrapped his free arm around you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I’m glad you like it, I was worried you’d think it to be childish.” You wrap your arms around his large frame, taking in his warmth, the scent of his body wash wafting in the air.

“There’s not a single reason I wouldn’t love it.”

As you let go you gave him one more kiss on the cheek before heading off to the bathroom to wash your hands. It seemed to have been a good gift as, from time to time, you can hear him play with it. A smile etches across your face every time your hear a small, metallic version of “You Are My Sunshine”, knowing fully well he appreciates the gift as much as you hoped he would. Every time he thinks you’re not around, not listening, he’d play the small melody, and every time it would warm your heart. Simon was a sweetheart, it showed in his actions and the way he appreciates everything you ever did for him, how he treated every gift you ever got him.

#cod #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #I just want him to have a sweet little music box that he can wind up whenever he wants #I love music boxes therefore my favorite comfort characters get one as well #posting twice today because I finally have the time to work on something that isn't requests #anyway I love Ghost and I want nothing more than to receive a warm and comforting hug from the giant himself. it would be #very cathartic and good for the soul

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witchersoldier · 1 year

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Stars He Hung // part three

azriel x fem!reader

PART ONE PART TWO

SUMMARY: He hung the stars for you. Then he made you cry them all.

WARNINGS: (+16) angst, cursing, aggression, use of Y/N, fluff, bad and rushed writing, not proof read.

WORD COUNT: +1800

AUTHOR'S NOTE: English is not my mother tongue, so forgive any grammar/spelling mistakes. Also I feel so sorry it took me almost one year to write and post this last bit. I don't even know how to feel about this one. It's like it's missing something, but I don't know what. I had other two versions of this, but this felt less worse 🫠

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Seconds, minutes, hours. I lost track of time. The memories I just now recovered punched me so hard into a loop of sorrow, rage and grief. Spiraling into the darkest emotions, but all I could see was light. Fucking starlight.

That agonizing tug at my heart and the torturous pain from being away from Azriel, it was all because of the mating bond. A mating bond he was aware of and simply choose to ignore. Did I really mean nothing to him? Nothing, to the point where he didn’t even try to reject it?

The air around me was suffocating, and the only thing keeping me grounded was my firm grip on the edges of the wooden dresser. A grip slowly loosening its strength. Inside me, all over my body I could feel something begging to crawl out of me. A power so strong and angry, itching to explode and wreak havoc. Begging to destroy the world outside just as much as I felt broken inside and I had no control over it. Panic begun creeping up my spine and star tears continued spilling out of my eyes. Rapid shallow breaths coming out of my mouth. I couldn’t think straight, but I knew I was doomed from the moment lilac tendrils of power slowly seeped from the tip of my fingers, then growing into my hands and arms and my chest, until it was wrapped around me entirely.

An alarmed pang echoed throughout my ribcage, centering me back in the room ever so slightly that I could hear faint shouts and footsteps. Suddenly, hands passed through the cocoon of power I trapped myself in and touched my forehead and cheeks, grabbed my arms and legs, lifting me off the ground. My sight was blurred and too bright, but I caught a glimpse of Rhysand’s once deep violet eyes, they’re so washed-out now. ‘Within the first five days, the colors you see will start to fade away’. The chance to reach out to the High Lord and beg for his help slipped with a gush of cold wind. Winnowed. Someone winnowed me away from the house and the people living there. Thankfully. Because as soon as I felt the ground beneath me again, a fraction of my power shattered through my veins and into the world.

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My uncontrolled outburst was barred by shadows and a blue power shield that I recognized all too well. The Illyrian male I so naively fell for, the reason for all this troubled commotion, my mate. Azriel.

I looked up into his eyes, still so colorful. Strong honey irises staring back at me, bright with a bit of concern and fear. Of course it would go down like that; he would be the last thing to vanish, he would remain just to spite me.

Taking in my surroundings, I recognized Azriel had winnowed us just outside Rhys’ cabin in the Illyrian mountains. I also realized how close we were to each other, his hands holding me safely close to him, almost clinging onto me, as if in fear I’d collapse. I harshly slid my hands between us and up to his chest, pushing him as far and hard as I could, “Y/N, please” Azriel whispered, his soft voice mixed a bit with a husky tone. He dared take a step forward and as his hands tried to reach mine I noticed they were covered in fresh bruises. Despite of me knowing better and him not deserving my attention, I couldn’t help but still worry about it. As soon as he touched me I came to my senses again, feeling the unbearable heartache threatening to drown me and the star tears continuing to blind me. Sorrow, rage, grief, the need of revenge and closure making their way back, awakening the momentarily calm pit of power. I threw punch after punch after punch at Azriel’s body not really caring where they landed, just wanting them to make him hurt like you are. Each time my fist touched him, sparkles of lilac power flew. “Y/N/N, please, let me talk to you.” He pleaded, but didn’t try to stop my assaults. “Now you want to talk, huh?” I screamed at his face, angry sad tears cascading down my cheeks nonstop. “You just couldn’t have talked to me before you tore my heart apart, right mate?” spatting the word out with so much venom, I waited for his reaction. Azriel only accepted my accusations and blows, curling into himself. I could’ve sworn tears also ran from his eyes, but surely it was only my compromised vision playing trick on me, my wishful soul fantasizing about something that would never be. “You are my mate and you fucking knew it. If you didn’t want that burden, you could’ve rejected this damned bond and be done with it. Be done with me! But you just had to crush my heart that I willingly put in your hands, drop it to the ground and stomp on it. Why did you do it? Why do you hate me so much?” once again I had an outburst of power, that caught Azriel by surprise and sent him stumbling back, falling on the ground covered with a thin layer of snow.

I was so tired of feeling this way, so tired of hurting, being angry and pitying myself. All the need to put up a fight disappeared, so did my strength. “Did I really mean so little to you?” was the last thing I said before dropping to my knees and sobbing, my hands clutching my sweater right above my heart. With my throat sore from the screaming seconds prior, I managed to slowly whisper to him, “I used to look at you like you hung the fucking stars on the sky, but in reality you’re the one who made them fall. I reject the b-” Azriel got up from his place on the ground so fast, running to me and dropping back down on his knees, one by each side of me, caging me in and covering my mouth with one hand, the other resting on my thigh. Looking up and staring deep in his wet honey-colored eyes, I felt wave after wave of regret, anguish, self-doubt and hate. “All I ever wanted was to love and to be loved in return. But the moment love came to me, I cowered and messed it all up like the damned fuck-up I am. I know sorry won’t fix it, I know that I took everything from you, but please don’t take this from me. I love you” Azriel begged, tears brimming his eyes. His hand that covered my mouth joined his other one on my lap, absent-mindedly fidgeting. He kept silent expecting my response, but I couldn’t bring myself to form any phrase at the moment. I broke down in cries once again, feeling overwhelmed by my feelings and his.

Azriel wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me into his chest and caressing my arms and back. I didn’t fight against him, but rather relaxed in his embrace. “It’s okay baby girl, I got you now. I am so very sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry”, he cried to me as I cried to him. He just held me there, allowing me to gather my thoughts as he shares his deepest feelings. Taking in all his emotions he’s showing through the mating bond. How much he hated himself, how unworthy he felt, the way he denied and dismissed all good things thrown his way. Azriel was trapped in a horrifying loop of desiring, achieving, self-doubting and giving up.

Slowly I back up from his embrace, wishing to look into his eyes as I speak, “Trust is something so easily broken and so hard to mend,” I spoke with a soft yet firm voice, “but love is a feeling that can remain strong even through stormy weathers. And the love that I feel for you, though shaken up, remains, Az.” Azriel silently nods and gives a weak smile. I cup his cheeks with my hands, carefully wiping his tears away with my thumbs. Azriel is so much taller than me, but at this moment he couldn’t look smaller, sinking into his shame. “I understand the turmoil of feelings you kept to yourself until now, I see them and they are valid, Az. It saddens me to know how you feel about yourself, but you let those feelings affect people around you, too. And that can’t go on.” He mouthed a weak ‘I’m sorry’ and shrunk into himself even more. “I love you too, Azriel. But you broke my trust and you made me hurt in ways I can’t describe”, my voice cracked at the end of my sentence. That made Azriel look back into my eyes, “I know angel, and for that I am sorry.” He sighs and I can see him trying to form the correct phrases to express him feelings aloud. “You said that you used to look at me like I hung the fucking stars on the sky,” I let out a weak giggle when he quoted me like that, he gave me a small grin “but now I am the one who took them out” he paused for a moment, taking deep breaths before resting his forehead against mine, “Y/N, please let me hang the stars back up again. Bigger and brighter, this time.”

My eyes were glued to his, our breath mixing together because of how close we are to one another. Through the bond I can sense how nervous he is and how much truth is behind his words. Without hesitation I capture his lips on mine. I was so familiar with the feeling of kissing Azriel’s soft lips, but this time it was different. This kiss is meaningful, full of passion. His hands make their way to cup my wet cheeks, and mine find their place around his neck. My fingers lock into his soft hair, gently pulling at it. Azriel licks my lips, begging to deepen the kiss. I pull away before I can completely surrender myself to him. For a brief moment I can feel the anxiousness on Azriel’s ending, but it’s soon replaced with relief and love when I let him feel and see all of my emotions.

“You’re the other half of me Az. You are my mate and I love you, so much.” I told him, pouring a bit of my heart out to him. “And you’re the better part of me, my angel, my mate. I love you, and I will never let you forget that.” Happy tears made their way into my eyes, and I noticed the lack of light in them. My tears were just tears again. Because my love wasn’t unrequited anymore. Sure we have a long path to take until we can completely heal, many obstacles we will have to face. But at this moment, for tonight, all I can think of is the stars he will hang.

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kaylaz-world-00 · 6 months

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Rayman x Reader

A/N: I know I said I won't write for Rayman until I post all of your Bullfrog requests but I couldn't help myself. This idea suddenly come to my mind.

AND SO SORRY FOR THE TYPO MISTAKES AAAA

Summery: Pure fluff no warnings, wholesome moments, a bit cursing, and Rayman worries about something...

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Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

You somewhat sharply expressed in surprise breaking the short moment of silence, "You are over one hundred?"

You were lying on one of the branches of a giant tree, big enough for both of your bodies to fit, and watching away this peaceful night slowly circle around your bodies.

A short stuffed snort come from him, it sounded forced and mockery. Or maybe it's just your tired mind playing with you.

You teased with a smirk, never giving him a glance, "Heh, good to know... grandpa~"

He hit your shoulder playfully with an annoyed groan, "I knew telling you this wasn't a good idea..." he grumbled with a pout.

You coad and sit up patting his hand, "Aww, don't worry. I find it really cool. Wait. Are you immortal or just age different? Omg, if you are aging backwards that would be so cool."

He give you a glance causing you to freeze. That wasn't his usual annoyed or playfull stares.

He swallowed and sit up, glancing away.

"...I age slowly..." He simply answered your teasing question.

You pressed your lips. Have you step on a sensitive topic?

You try to ease him up, "Hey... Nothing wrong with aging slowly you know. You will going to stay and look young for quite a while and--"

"It's not as awesome as you think it is. What do you think going to happen after one hundered years later?"

You actually pondered about it, "Well I think you could look young for two thousands years--"

He give you a glare and cut you off, "You will not be there." He scoffed giving an answer to his own question. He shook his head in disbelief and look away.

You frowned. Of course... this was what he have been worrying about. Before you can even open your mouth to speak, he suck a sharp breath and speak up again.

You continued, "Age doesn't matter, it does not choose who you are, you do. What makes you you is your experiences and your... pleasures? Wait- No- I fucked it up."

He snorted at that. A real laugh. His fist of laughs caused you to start laughing along with him. He couldn't hold back himself and drop down on his back. He snickered and gasped for breath.

"My pleasures?" He choked out.

You snickered, "I said what I said." You shrugged proudly, "Now, tell me, What gives you pleasure in this world?"

His hands slipped back behind his head as he closed his eyes with a thoughtfull expression, "Hmm... I guess... adventures. Without them I would probably go insane by now." He chuckled.

You lay back aslo, "Yeah, adventures are fun."

"What about you?" He glanced at you.

You grinned at that and poked his nose, "You will never know."

He quickly sit up with the the most arrogant, playfull grin you ever saw him wearing, "Ahhh, I know. I get it. It's me isn't it?"

You burst into laughing, "Holy shit what?! You?! No way!"

He nudges your sides, "Come oooon, come on, come on, admit it!"

You try to push his floating hands away, and to stop your laughing but his tickling making it much worse, "S-stop it! Hahaha Y-you're gonna kill meee!!" You wheezed out.

He pouted playfully, "Fineee. You are no fun." He drop down on his back again, a peacfull smile on his lips.

You gasp for air and sighed, "God, I'm exhusted." You groaned and send a playfull glear in his way which he grinned at.

"Hey... uh... before you fall asleep or something... I want to say... thank you... for being here." He sounded content.

You smiled with his soft voice.

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familyvideostevie · 11 months

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I saw your requests are open and I simply had to send a request for Steve and Bee Girl! I’d love to see them at the Fun Fair or something equally summery. But anything you want to write is awesome! Thank you for NGAW, it’s such a fantastic series ❤️🐝

wow, how did you know i was writing exactly that already for this poll!! so, here you go my dear. steve and bee girl from no good at waiting go to the county fair | fluff, post-au summer fun, a little suggestive! 1.4k

Steve's been nagging you to go on a date like this ever since you took the kids to the amusement park.

"Come on," he'd say. "I want to let loose at a fair or something without worrying that one of those shitheads is gonna hurl all over a family."

"In the summer, Steve," you'd tell him. "We'll go in the summer."

Well, summer has come. Your life in Hawkins continues to be lovely. The farmer's market has started again and the kids run wild, seemingly growing before your eyes.

But today is about you and Steve. Well, and candles.

"So, you're telling me that this date is actually just a recon mission?" Steve says once you're on the highway. It's a hot day and all of the windows are down, the most recent tape you've made him playing low enough that you can still hear him.

"It's multitasking," you insist. "Bob says that rival farm will be at this county's fair and he wants me to see what their scents are like. And lucky for you, I decided to ask my boyfriend to come along." You lean over to tap his nose with your finger, which he swats at, eyes still on the road.

"Lucky for you, your boyfriend wanted to drive across state lines for some wax," he drones. You blow a raspberry at him and Steve grins, resting his palm on your bare knee. It's honestly too hot to be touching that much but with Steve you never really mind.

You'd left mid-afternoon so you could get to the fair for the cooler evening, and then plan to stay in a motel before heading out tomorrow morning. Your bags are in the backseat of the BMW and it's kind of thrilling to get out of Hawkins, to get away from everyone and everything you see everyday and to just be with Steve.

The drive is calm. You and Steve spend a lot of time together, sure, but there's always someone who needs one or both of you for something. This feels like the first time you can really relax in a while. You chat about nothing important, time flying by as it tends to do in the company of one of the people you love most in the world. Pretty soon he's pulling up to the fair, the sky now a soft pink, the lights bouncing off of the rows of cars in the makeshift grass parking lot.

"Have you ever actually been to one of these before?" he asks you, locking the car and linking your arms. The heat of the day is already fading and he eyes your bare arms but knows better than to suggest a coat. He'll just give you his jacket eventually.

"I think so," you say. "When I was young."

"These things are nuts," he says. "I gotta take you to the Indiana state fair someday. You'll freak." You imagine a younger Steve at one of these, cotton candy all over his face and the lights of the rides he'd be too short to ride reflecting in his eyes. You kiss his cheek, just because.

He doesn't question it. Something you've worked on is vocalizing your feelings but also showing him as much affection as you can stand -- it always makes his cheeks darken and his eyes sparkle.

"I can't believe you haven't taken me already, Harrington," you tease. "Feels like a right of passage."

Steve buys you a handful of tickets at the entrance booth and rolls his eyes. "Honey," he says. "This is our first summer. And I'm not the one working extra shifts."

He doesn't really mean it. You both know you're working extra shifts -- he is too, just starting in the fall -- so you can save up for a place of your own someday. For both of you.

"Anyway," Steve says. "We should make a summer bucket list."

"What, like we're in a teen movie, or something?"

He pulls his arm from yours and slings it around your shoulders, grinning at you. His hair is lighter this time of year, you've noticed, and he's got a nice tan. You met Steve at the beginning of fall and fell in love with him as the days got colder, but you see now that he's made for summer. The season highlights everything about him and he has come alive.

"Exactly like we're in a teen movie."

You laugh as you walk slowly through the fairgrounds, hardly paying attention to anything but the beautiful boy at your side. "Alright. What should we do?"

Steve puts on his thinking face. Bottom lip jutted out, eyebrows raised, head tilting side to side. He counts off on his fingers.

"Skinny dip in the lake, for sure," he says.

"If you're lucky." He winks.

"Do karaoke at that college bar with Robin."

"Oh god," you say, laughing. "I don't think they'll let us back after we tried last time."

"I don't think they'll let you back after last time," he corrects. You wrinkle your nose at him.

"Alright, hotshot, what else?"

"That's all I've got," he sighs. "But I'll workshop it. Right now, I'm going to win you a fish."

"A wha-- Steve, wait!" Your boyfriend charges ahead of you to some kind of water gun game where he can, sure enough, win a fish.

Steve does not win you a fish.

"Can we go find that candle stand now?" he says to you instead of apologizing for the lack of fish in your hands. You don't tease him, though you desperately want to.

Then you see something even better. "No," you tell him. "Because I'm going to win you a stuffed bear."

It's Steve's turn to look incredulous as you stride towards the ring toss.

You do win him a bear.

"Holy shit," he says when you hand it to him. It's purple and has a yellow bow around its neck. "That was kind of hot."

The laughter sputters out of you before you can control it and it makes Steve laugh too. He buys you some fried Oreos as thanks and makes sure to get powdered sugar all over you and then brush it off a little too thoroughly for such a public setting.

You do make it to the candle stand, finally, and the girl working it is so nice that you buy one. "Don't tell Bob," you warn Steve.

The evening is winding down when Steve convinces you to get in line for the Ferris wheel.

"Remember when we frenched in the one in the amusement park in the fall?" he whispers in your ear.

"Oh, do you mean when I sat in your lap and you almost busted your pants--"

He claps a hand over your mouth. "Yeah, guess you do remember." You lick his palm and he grimaces and lets you go. "Gross."

"You love it," he says. Well, what can you say to that?

You climb into the car -- this one isn't enclosed like the last one, more of a bench that sways a little too much for your liking, so there will be no funny business. It goes slow and as you rise you realize how pretty the fair looks against the darkness of the woods around it.

"It's so pretty," you say.

"Sure is," Steve replies. You don't look at him, but you put your hand on top of his where it rests on top of your knee.

"You better not be looking at me as you say that because that's so cheesy."

"Me? Cheesy?" You do look at him and yeah, he's looking at you. He's smiling at you. It's your favorite Steve smile -- it's soft, sincere. Almost disbelieving, like he thinks he's in a dream and he's going to wake up any second. You know how he feels.

The wheel stops and you have a perfect view from the top. "I never thought life could be this perfect," you say softly. "We've come so far."

Steve somehow squeezes closer to you. "We have," he replies. "And we deserve it." He kisses your temple.

"It's just so nice to be happy. To belong." Your throat feels tight and you're not totally sure where this is coming from. It's just another night, right?

"I love belonging with you," he says. It takes your breath away.

"That's so cheesy, Steve," you say thickly.

"I know," he says. He traces the faint scar on your palm. "Still true, bee girl."

You kiss him under a sky full of stars.

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swimming lessons | e.m

summary - reader teaches eddie how to swim (5k)

no tws! please note, this is fem!reader x eddie but there are physical descriptions. (i find it very difficult to write without physical descriptions, that is why this is originally eddie x oc but altered for more people to enjoy!)

author’s notes - it’s been a year since i posted my writing online and even longer since i finished anything. i’m trying very hard to get back into writing because i completely lost any ability to for a long while because of how busy my life had gotten. my life has finally finally calmed down again so i can pour more time and energy into growing as a writer! i cross-post on ao3 as @fleursamour where i write eddie x oc. that said, hope you enjoy!

The summer of ’86 had broken the heat record and there were still four weeks of summer vacation left. The Starcourt Mall’s remains still stood in the middle of the town but people were too hot to care for it which was a small victory in the grand scheme of things. The less people asked questions, the less Y/N felt the need to look over her shoulder and expect angry Russians to point a gun at her.

Instead, Y/N waded through the mass of people heading to the swimming pool, dodging children in their bright bathing suits and matching floaties and impatient moms who just wanted to lay by the side of the pool and read their over-the-counter romance novels while their children tried to drown each other in the water.

Little drops of sweat formed at the base of her neck and rolled down as she moved against the crowd, heading in the opposite direction. She licked her dry lips and walked a little faster until finally: air.

Y/N sighed as she sucked in some fresh air, the chattering and loud laughter moving away and away until they finally faded into nothing.

Dressed in her classic red bathing suit with white rims and jeans-shorts, Y/N walked until the granite streets turned into the uneven ground of the forest. Y/N clung to her duffle bag as she moved, bypassing a fallen tree trunk, until she finally reached the trailer park which held the trailer of one Eddie Munson.

Perhaps their friendship was an unconventional one. Y/N was a cheerleader, head cheerleader to be exact, and Eddie… Eddie was called ‘The Freak’ on a good day, never mind the bad days. A Dungeon Master with a passion for playing the guitar and a rock-and-roll style having a friendship with a preppy cheerleader from the suburbs who spent her days reading and writing stories about people falling in love? It was unheard of.

And yet…

And yet, they bonded very quickly after being assigned a project in History, a subject Y/N was exceptionally good at. They worked together for six long weeks; dividing their time between the Wheeler house and Eddie’s trailer and ended up with the highest grade in their class, though Y/N figured they would’ve still become close friends if it wasn’t for the grade. Between sticky fingers from glueing their cardboard presentation board and long breaks sitting on the porch or in the grass just talking, Y/N and Eddie realised they were two creative minds who simply worked together.

Once the project was done, Y/N broke the news to Mike that yes, she might have stolen his new idol as her friend, and joined the D&D club, though not fully. Y/N still wasn’t keen on playing D&D, the long hours of it making her feel antsy, but she worked together with Eddie to compose great stories for the boys to act out and Eddie made a pink Hellfire shirt, just for her.

They still talked, about everything and nothing. Y/N didn’t quite understand why but everything felt easy between them. Eddie was the one person she could tell everything to without fearing he would judge her because he was Eddie and Eddie was kind and understood.

And now she was standing in front of his trailer, hand raised to knock on the metal door. Y/N only had to worry for a second about burning her fingers when the door swung open and strong arms wrapped around her body.

Eddie lifted her clean off the ground, swinging her around like a rag-doll. For a nerd, Eddie was strong. Y/N would’ve never expected it but it only took a glance at Eddie’s rolled-up sleeves which revealed his veined forearms and that one time he wore a T-shirt while sitting next to her in her mom’s canopy, drinking overly sweet iced tea as they poured over the next campaign for Y/N to know he could snap her like a twig.

“Good morning to you too, Eds,” Y/N laughed softly, wrapping her own arms around his neck as she squeezed her eyes shut. He smelled of cheap cologne and weed, a scent that had become so familiar to her that she dreamt of it sometimes. Not that she would ever admit that to anyone but her diary.

Eddie pulled back a little to look at Y/N with twinkling brown eyes and a sweet smile. “Hey there! Fancy meeting you here, doll.”

“Ready for our swimming lessons?”

Y/N could tell from the look on Eddie’s face that he was most definitely not. For a guy who always tried to play it cool and distract people with his humour, his eyes spoke words his lips never would. Y/N read him easily, perhaps too easily. When did they get this familiar with each other?

“It’ll be okay, I promise,” Y/N added, her voice honeyed as she rubbed a hand over Eddie’s bicep. He was still holding on to her, feet dangling uselessly above the ground. “I won’t let you drown.”

Eddie set Y/N down and stepped back, looking over her body slowly, from her wiggling toes in her white sneakers, to the miles of olive skin that stretched over her legs, to her tight jean-shorts and even tighter bathing suit, up to her face, and then back again. “You are going to rescue me if I go under?” Eddie dramatically sunk to his knees and sprawled on his back, head lolling to the side. “I’ll be dead in a minute.”

“Prick!” Y/N exclaimed with a laugh and dropped next to Eddie, holding her hands above his heart. “I could drag you back to land if it was a dire situation like drowning. You know how people have those strength-spells because of adrenaline?” Y/N smirked then, pushing against Eddie’s chest once where his heart resided, still beating as strongly as ever. “Besides, I know CPR.”

“CPR comes with more than just getting my heart working,” Eddie teased, pursing his lips. “Do y’know how to do this too, princess?”

Y/N pushed Eddie’s face away with a scoff. “Matter of fact, I do! But if you were really in need of air, you wouldn’t make kissy faces like that.”

Eddie suddenly lunged for Y/N and turned them around which was followed by an undignified squeal from Y/N and a loud laugh from Eddie who now hung above her with a sly smirk on his lips. The shadow he cast over Y/N protected her from the sun and gave her some much-needed cooling down which was promptly heated up again by Eddie lowering himself until he was only a hair away from lying down on her fully, his forearm coming to rest next to her head, his other arm holding her hip.

His touch was searing hot and it took Y/N everything not to blush.

It didn’t work.

But, if Eddie were to ask after the blush, she would lie and say it came from the sun. Y/N did always strategically burn along her nose and over the sides of her cheeks.

“What would I need to do then to get mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?” Eddie asked innocently, squeezing Y/N’s hip with his ring-clad fingers. His hand was big on her frame and Y/N was a little too aware of it.

“Drown,” Y/N deadpanned.

Eddie tilted his head before nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay?!”

If people hadn’t been awake already, Y/N’s screech would’ve woken the entire trailer park.

Eddie let out a short laugh and leaned closer until Y/N was struggling to breathe. “Yes, doll. Okay. If that’s what it takes, I’ll drown.”

Y/N mentally noted down this entire conversation to use later in her still-unfinished romance novel. It wouldn’t be the first time Y/N had taken an example from her real-life conversations with Eddie to use for her stories. Eddie was just a walking romance novel hero, she couldn’t help that either.

“Don’t you dare!”

“Hey, kids!”

Eddie quickly rolled off Y/N and helped her up, just in time for his uncle Wayne to open the door to their trailer and peer down at them knowingly. “Thought you were headin’ to the lake?”

“We were, Uncle, just got held up.” Eddie wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Y/N here was distracting me but we’ll be on our way now.”

Eddie threw a wink Y/N’s way which was met with yet another one of her blushes. Y/N tried to blame being on the shyer side for her scarlet cheeks, or even just Eddie being a menace to society and the entire female population but she secretly knew there was more to it. And yet, the admittance of something like being in love with your best friend was more than Y/N could handle, even if it was only to herself.

So, she pushed Eddie’s arm off which found its way around her waist instead and avoided Uncle Wayne’s eyes.

“Let’s go then,” Eddie grinned wolfishly, steering Y/N away from the trailer and Uncle Wayne and towards the lake which laid only a few minutes walk away. “The faster we get there, the sooner you save my life.”

“Wasn’t funny the first time, isn’t funny now.”

Y/N held a very real fear that Eddie was actually going to drown and there was nothing she could do. Eddie stood at a whopping 5 feet 10 which towered at least 7 inches above her. He wasn’t scrawny either, if the twirls from before were anything to go by, and Y/N realised that if Eddie went under, there wasn’t much she could do.

Eddie, noticing Y/N’s stiff posture and restless hands, squeezed her hip sweetly. “Not gonna drown on you, sweetness. I wouldn’t do that to you. I know you worry too much.”

“I worry just the right amount, thank you very much,” Y/N replied with an edge to her voice before she softened. “Don’t wanna lose you, Eds.”

The hand around her waist moved up until Eddie reached the underside of her breast. Y/N held her breath. It, thankfully and sadly, moved up her arm instead and towards her head where Eddie’s big hand laid, covering a big part of her ear, and pulled her in. Y/N’s head came to lay against his broad chest, her arms fitting nicely around his waist and though them walking like this was quite uncomfortable, Y/N relished in the closeness of their bodies.

“That’s not gonna happen,” Eddie promised. His hand brushed through her hair and Y/N prayed he wouldn’t see the goosebumps he ignited from his mere touch alone. “You’re stuck with me, doll. Get used to it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

Through the trees, the glittering of water became more and more visible until there was nothing obstructing their view of the lake stretching out over the horizon, gentle waves rippling. Evergreen trees stood at the sides, stretching up to the sky. Y/N took a deep breath and inhaled the gentle scent of salt and earth.

“We need more sunblock,” she mumbled, reaching for the bottle in her duffle bag. She promptly ignored Eddie’s small huff ‘Of course, she brought goddamn sunblock’ and turned to him with the white cream coating her palm. “Come ‘ere.”

“Nope, not gonna happen,” Eddie grumbled, stumbling back a few steps with his hands outstretched. “I’m too metal for sunblock.”

“You’d rather risk walking around like a lobster?” Y/N asked, her eyebrow raised inquisitively. “It’s not very metal to waddle around, shithead.”

Eddie considered her for a moment and, with another grumble, tore off his shirt and…

Oh.

The sight before her was a work of art: muscles rippling over pale skin, a few scattered moles that made up a constellation she longed to trace with the tip of her forefinger. Eddie approached her as Y/N focused on his tattoos, wondering how many more he would get and if there would ever be one for her. Tuffs of chest hair moved tantalisingly down, disappearing underneath his swimming shorts and Y/N had to look away.

Eddie bent down then until they were on eye level, a small smirk playing on his lips. “I’ll only wear sunblock if it’s you putting it on.”

Did he flirt with her just to embarrass her or was there more behind his words? Y/N couldn’t figure it out. Perhaps that’s why she hadn’t acted on anything so far even though she definitely had opportunities to.

“Fine, you big baby,” Y/N managed to utter, saving herself from complete embarrassment. Bless her brain for letting her come up with something in response and play it semi-cool. Though, Eddie’s intense gaze that wouldn’t leave her made Y/N wonder if he had easily read her and just let her off the hook this time.

Y/N couldn’t think about it too much and decided to be grateful for small miracles instead.

Y/N stepped forward, her hands slick with sunblock, and hesitantly laid them upon Eddie's warm shoulders. His feverish gaze made her heart skip a beat, but she focused on rubbing the lotion into his skin - starting with his shoulders and working her way down his arms. She had to pour more sunblock on her hands to cover his chest too. Her hands moved quicker and quicker the more she went down. Y/N didn’t dare to get close to his swimming shorts so she made him turn around instead, ignoring his comment about him getting a sunburn on the lower half of his abdomen.

His back had tattoos Y/N hadn’t seen before. She traced the large dragon that spanned most of his spine and its wings that moved with his shoulder muscles reverently. “It’s beautiful, Eds.”

“Thank you,” he answered. Something in his voice sounded as though he had wanted to say something else.

Y/N finished with Eddie’s face, covering it with the cream in gentle strokes. Her hand lingered on his cheek ever so briefly but the intensity of Eddie’s gaze made her move further up to his forehead which she had to reach by standing on her tippy toes and sweetly moving his hair out of the way.

Eddie wrapped a steady arm around her waist when she almost fell from her tippy toes which pushed them chest to chest. Y/N wondered if he could feel her curves against him but if he did, Eddie didn’t say anything.

With gentle strokes, Y/N finished applying cream to Eddie's face, her hand lingering on his cheek ever so briefly before the intensity of his gaze urged her to move on. Standing on her tippy toes, she sweetly moved his hair out of the way to reach his forehead.

When Y/N lost her balance, Eddie wrapped a steady arm around her waist, pulling her close. Their bodies pressed together, chest to chest. She wondered if Eddie could feel her curves against him, but if he did, he didn’t mention it.

Once Eddie was covered in sunblock, Eddie turned to Y/N and nodded at her shorts. “Don’t you need sunblock as well?”

“Oh… Yeah, you’re right.” Y/N bit her lip and wiggled out of her shorts, pretending she didn’t see Eddie staring at her, a flush on his face Y/N blamed the sun for. “I can do it myself, though. Because I’m not a big, pouty baby.”

“Allow me to help you anyways, princess?” Eddie replied, ignoring her big baby comment which made the air feel thicker around them.

Eddie even bowed before her like she was truly a princess and he, her loyal servant.

It took Y/N two swallows to answer.

“Okay.”

It came out strained, barely audible, but Eddie immediately sunk to his knees before her as though she had shouted it from the rooftops and Y/N had trouble not imagining him doing this in different situations. Then Eddie dared to look up at her from beneath those long eyelashes and Y/N genuinely thought she had a sunstroke with how woozy she felt.

“Sunblock?”

“What?” Y/N answered dumbly, not able to look away from the way Eddie blinked up at her, brown eyes sparkling warmly in the sun. He licked his lips and then grinned, shaking his head.

“The sunblock, Y/N.” Eddie stuck out his hand. “I’m good with touching you without, but I don’t think you would allow me.”

You truly have no idea, do you?

“Shit, yeah, sorry,” Y/N chuckled nervously and nearly dropped the sunblock as she fumbled to get it out of her duffle bag once more, laying it in Eddie’s hand who uncapped the bottle, squirted the cream into his hands and then they were on her leg.

From her ankle, up her calve and to her thigh which easily fit between his hands. He didn’t just rub the sunblock in but kneaded which made Y/N jerk every time, ignoring the tension in her lower tummy, the warmth that coursed through her body.

Eddie’s hands were wanderers, seemingly tracking along her body as though they would find something new if they only searched well enough. Y/N would have thought this was Eddie’s first time touching a girl if she didn’t know better.

His hands moved up her hips, over the dips of her waist and up again to her ribs. With the bodysuit Y/N was wearing, she could only feel fabric, but to her, it almost felt as though he was rubbing over bare skin and Y/N was on fire.

Finally, he moved up her arms, to her shoulders and oh so gently shifted to her collarbones, massaging her. Y/N let out an involuntary sigh and closed her eyes, allowing her to enjoy his touches for this moment and this moment alone. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself, what if she fell even harder and there was no turning back?

Eddie rubbed the cream into her neck with such gentle moves, such precision, Y/N wondered if he thought of her as delicate. Eddie was all dramatic falls and hard hits on the D&D board and excited screams and running and climbing and yet he was touching her as if one too-hard touch would shatter her in his hands. Y/N liked it, liked feeling fragile and breakable, liked that Eddie showed her more care than anyone ever had.

His hands came to lay over her cheeks and Y/N finally blinked her eyes open again. She hadn’t even noticed Eddie had moved this close but there he was, towering above her once more. If she moved her face upwards their noses would brush with the way he was bent down slightly. Y/N felt the great urge to and for a moment, Y/N wondered if Eddie was coming closer, leaning in or if it was just her imagination.

And then the warm touches were gone and Y/N suddenly felt cold despite the blistering heat bearing down on her. Eddie had taken a few steps back, throwing the sunblock in the grass.

“Ready to go then?” Eddie asked, his face crumpling in confusion when Y/N held up her hand as a ‘wait, please’ signal. With trembling fingers, Y/N took out a portable radio, suddenly feeling stupid for bringing it.

“Ehm… I just thought… Maybe you would feel a little better with music? I even checked the channels and there was one with like metal songs and rock and roll and stuff and it’s… It’s really stupid, I’m sorry. I just- I shouldn’t’ve…”

Eddie took two long strides and then he had her chin in his hand, tilting it up so Y/N was forced to look up at him. “You’re an angel and I don’t deserve you.” Eddie promptly leaned down and kissed her cheek.

The butterflies raged long after the radio was placed in the grass and they were standing at the edge of the water, Eddie’s hand a clamp around Y/N’s.

“We’ll take it slow,” Y/N said soothingly, laying her free hand over Eddie’s. “We’re doing this at your pace.”

The sun made her skin prickle pleasantly, though her nose was already starting to burn despite the sunblock. The top of Y/N’s dark chocolate hair felt hot, almost unbearably so, but the sweet relief of the lake laid before her and it wouldn’t be long before she was allowed to dunk her head under and cool off again.

Y/N threw Eddie a sideways glance. His hair was kept up with one of her scrunchies, one she would most likely never see again. Eddie looked unfairly good with his hair up. Maybe she could convince him to get some earrings… He would look-

Okay, no.

Focus.

“Maybe we should sit on the side first?” Eddie croaked, his entire body shaking as he stared down at the water. Y/N immediately nodded and moved to sit down with Eddie who followed, oh so slowly.

“Better?”

Eddie nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Better.”

“Remember what I said? Paddle with your legs to stay upright and to swim you move your arms and legs in circles. If you turn on your back you will float.”

His mouth moved as though he was repeating the words back to himself and then gave her an almost imperceptible nod. “I’m ready.”

Y/N grinned and held Eddie’s hand the entire way down. She would hold his hand through anything.

The shock of the cold water made Y/N freeze briefly, remembering to paddle her legs when her chin went under.

“Hey!” Eddie exclaimed. “Don’t go drowning on me now, doll. I need you here.”

Y/N turned to Eddie and reached out with her other hand, laughing softly. “You’re doing so well, though! I don’t think you need me as much as you think you do.”

“Don’t think there will ever be a second I don’t need you,” Eddie mumbled back and squeezed her hands gently.

With some fumbling and a few exclaims, Eddie was paddling like a pro and could even swim a circle around Y/N which made her cheer so loudly a few birds flew away with affronted caws.

Eddie swam around her again, his hands gliding through the water with effortless grace. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how naked his hands looked without his rings, without the chains around his wrists. Vulnerability seeped through the cracks of his carefully crafted image. He was stripped bare before her, revealing not Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson or Eddie the Dungeon Master or even Eddie the Senior Year Repeater, but just Eddie Munson, the boy Y/N had fallen in love with.

It was a privilege to see him like this.

Had others?

Doubtfully.

Eddie got around, he really did, but when Y/N pictured Eddie in bed with other girls, bearing the sting of the thought, she couldn’t imagine him as exposed and raw as he was now. He always wore his rings and the chains around his wrists and the guitar pick around his neck. It was part of what made him attractive, to Y/N as well. But it wasn’t all that made him attractive. What made him attractive was his excited yells as he swam faster than he had before, without nearly going underwater this time. What made him attractive was the blinding smile he shot at Y/N, all boyish and broad. What made him attractive was the way he came up behind her and hooked his head over her shoulder.

“You’re in your head again,” he noted, non-accusatory as always. “Come back to me, doll.”

“I’m here,” Y/N smiled and turned quickly, daring to wrap her arms around Eddie’s shoulders. “My legs are just tired, that’s all.”

It wasn’t even a lie. Now that she said it, her legs truly did feel heavy, her muscles aching from overuse.

Eddie looked down as though he could see the exhaustion in Y/N’s legs. He nodded once and placed his hands under her thighs, prompting her to hook her legs around his hips, holding her close as he paddled his legs just as Y/N taught him.

Y/N sighed gratefully and laid her cheek on his shoulder, breathing in the washed-out smell of that cheap cologne he always wore. It had been altered, smelled even more alcoholic now, but Y/N pushed in closer anyways.

His skin was sun-warmed, a curl tickled her nose, and their bodies stuck together from the heat.

Y/N had never felt happier than she did now.

“Comfy?” Eddie asked, his voice amused. Y/N could imagine his eyes twinkling as he said it.

“So comfy,” Y/N slurred, her eyes drooping.

God, she could fall asleep like this.

Eddie’s wet hand moved to the back of her head, holding her steady. “Go sleep, baby. I’ll keep you safe.”

Y/N nodded and fell asleep with a smile and a lasting thought: That was a new one.

The sun was setting when she woke up. Her back was marked with indents of the grass she had been laying on. Her body was already dry, save for her bathing suit which always took ages to dry up. Y/N yawned and turned, smiling at Eddie who was already looking at her — eyes squinted, nose scrunched adorably at the moving sun that shone in his eyes.

“Good morning, princess,” Eddie greeted her, scooting closer until their arms brushed. Every hair on Y/N’s body stood on end, goosebumps rippling over her skin again. Eddie stopped pretending he didn’t see and traced the outline of them instead.

“You could’ve woken-“

Eddie shook his head, fingers dancing up and down her arm. “You were looking so peaceful.”

Eddie swallowed then and moved even closer. “You’re beautiful. Couldn’t bring myself to wake you.”

The blush that had finally faded after hours of being under Eddie’s ministrations returned again.

Eddie sighed and squeezed his eyes shut.

“You’ll kill me one day, doll. And it will be goddamn worth it.”

Y/N laughed nervously, shaking her head, droplets of water falling left behind by her shifting hair. “You can’t talk like that.”

“Why not?” Eddie moved impossibly closer, their noses brushing together.

“We’re friends.”

“Keep talking,” Eddie whispered, his hand moving up to lay over her cheek.

Y/N couldn’t focus, not with the way Eddie was looking at her — as though he held the world in the palm of his hand. It was too great to bear.

“I refuse to be one of the girls you fuck then throw away.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkled in amusement. “Shut up.”

“Wh-“

“Shut. Up. Y/N.”

And then he kissed her, deep, unhurried. His tongue brushed the roof of her mouth and the sound Y/N let out pushed him closer until he was rolling on top of her, one hand moving to brace the back of her head, the other enfolding her hip. His leg fitted perfectly between her own.

Pulling back, Eddie moved his hand until he was cradling her cheek once more, swiping under her eye. “You’re not one of the girls ‘I fuck then throw away’,” Eddie said, enunciating the last part. “You would never be.”

“So what then,” Y/N asked, licking her lips and this time, Eddie looked down at her lips unabashedly. A complicated expression flickered on his face before it lit up as though he just remembered he could kiss her, he already had before.

Eddie kissed her once, twice, a third time.

“You’re everything,” Eddie whispered against her lips. “You’re my everything. I want you to be my- I mean… You already are my everything but I want you…” Eddie cleared his throat. “What I’m saying is, I want you to be mine. I want to be yours, if you'll let me.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck and pulled him closer. Her leg hooked over his hip and nodded, lips slanting over Eddie in lieu of an answer. She understood what he meant and he understood what she meant without too many words.

“I didn’t even have to fake drowning,” Eddie said once he pulled back with wonder in his voice and stars in his eyes.

“Shut up, Eddie,” Y/N told him this time and kissed him again until he couldn’t breathe. She would show him a different kind of drowning, one all-consuming and way better than what the water could do for him.

That was the summer the infamous relationship between Y/N Y/L/N and Eddie Munson started. There would be many more summers after, but this one, the hottest summer of ’86, was by far the most memorable.

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