#uh oh! i think i just overshared again

[angsthology]

“oh, god, no...” — or an alt title: three people bonding over random things as alex makes a horrible decision

one of his worst ideas ever. he’s never doing it ever again.

a/n ckckckckcck i love u dino anon but i was a bit stumped on where this could go BUT i give u surprise to make it more fun i love love love alex my i wanna say pookie but i cant take that word seriously. also im guilty of oversharing roolore in these suposedly shorter chapters. and now that im realizing things this kinda suck lawl

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

after a long day of media, roo was finally free to do whatever she pleased (that being going back to her hotel and pass out until whatever time her body wakes up). currently, she’s slipping on her backpack and taking her phone out, scrolling mindlessly on her contacts until she found the right name.

“where the hell are you?” she starts, holding her phone to her face. “alright. you wanna watch a movie ‘til we pass out?” she paused waiting for an answer as she walks out of the building, “‘kay, i’ll meet you out front.”

just as she clicked her phone off, she looked up to be met with a face that just… stood there with a smile—making her jump and scream in surprise, catching the attention of people around.

when she collected all her life (that had been scattered when she got spooked) she took notice of the source of her heart-attack. he smiled innocently still, as if he’s done nothing wrong.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

alex, the culprit in question didn’t falter (though he did flinch a little bit at her outburst), he saw this one coming and to be quite frank, he did this to himself.

“i deserved that.” he closed his eyes in acceptance of defeat. alas, he brushed it off, he moved to her side and slung a hand around her shoulder. she was about to shrug him off but decided against it. “how would you feel about helping me pick my next hair color?”

that piqued her interest, she finally looks up to come face-to-face with him again, though now a smile graced her face like a cheshire cat.

his face fell. he was starting to slowly regret his decision.

without another word, a large grin still etching her face, she fished her phone out of her pocket and started scrolling through something. when alex tried to take a peek, she immediately moved away to prevent him from doing so mumbling something along the lines of ‘corporate secrets’.

he made a face at her words. but when she finally showed him her screen, he felt as if the face he made before was a bit premature.

“what the hell is that?!” he exclaimed.

she moved her phone so she could see the picture for herself seeing not what she had opened before but rather a video instead, “oh, sorry, this was from my pitbull concert. he’s great, isn’t he?” she happily showed him the video again.

he gave her another face.

“right, uh, here.” she showed him the correct picture.

he paused. “…what is that supposed to be?”

looking at the picture again, she took a second to think about it then shrug, “neon green/yellow-ish, give or take.”

his mouth drops at her direction. “what do you mean?”

“what do you mean, ‘what do i mean’?” she takes a look at his shocked face then decided to continue, “i mean: neon green/yellow-ish!” pausing, thinking back her words, “give or take!” she pauses again and re-clarified much calmer, “okay, maybe a bit more faded and muted.”

he shook his head, non-verbally ending that part of the discussion.

“where are we even going to get that kind of color?”

she shrugs, “i know a guy.”

the two girls were now currently sitting on the couch, the doberman peacefully laying between them—her eyes too, like theirs, glued to the television playing jurassic park when suddenly a knock came, shifting all three of the girls’ attention towards it.

roo was about to get up to check who it was. being who she was, she had to be extra careful who to let into her living quarters.

“it’s me!” the other side announced.

she looked away from the door and blinked, her brows screwing together in thought until she realized who that voice belonged to.

“alex?” she tested the waters.

“yeah!”

she sighed, her eyes then looking expectantly at the dog that lied beside her, tilting her head as if she were the dog asking their owner for something.

the dog whimpers as if groaning at her request. alas, she jumped off the couch begrudgingly walking towards the door and jumping up to open it.

“he— huh?” alex stopped in his tracks when instead of seeing his friend right behind the door, she was way far sitting on the couch with her friend. she greeted him nonetheless then motioning her hand towards the dog that sat quaintly besides the door, smiling up at him happily.

“oh!” he raised his brows in surprise then bending down to pet the dog who happily accepted, “who’s this fella?” he asked in a high-pitched voice, his accent stronger than usual.

“that’s jet, she’s mine.” roo answered from the couch, jurassic park long forgotten. “what are you doing here?” she asked the brit.

alex then moved his attention away from the dog, his hand still petting her chin, “uhm—i need your help.”

“with what?” her voice slightly gurgling from taking a sip of her drink.

he then holds up the boxes of hair dye with a forced awkward smile.

she gave him a look, “what about your girlfriend?”

“busy today,” he shrugged.

“then do it tomorrow.” she counters.

“okay, fine, i’m bored and alone.” he confessed.

she wanted to help; she really did but—

she groaned loudly; head thrown back to rest on the back of the couch.

“would you believe me if i say my ass is glued and have already morphed into this couch?”

“i would, actually.”

suddenly, from far behind on the other side of the couch—her presence almost forgotten—nika made herself present, “i’ll help. my ass is getting tired of the couch and i’m pretty good with handling people’s hair; i actually spent a summer working in my mom’s salon once.”

roo the gasped, turning around to face her friend with her jaw slack in shock—sarcasm written all over her face—“you had a job? like an actual job? once upon a time?”

“oh shut the fuck up,” she waved off the racing driver and stood up from her seat on the couch over to the other. “now get up, let’s do this.”

about a half an hour into their attempt, nika and alex had set up a mini salon chair using one of the hotel’s dining table chairs with a layer of plastic sitting on the ground. the latter sat on a chair in the middle of the room with a cloth draped over the top of his body. if anyone were to come in through the front door right now, they would assume kidnapping with a side of chemical testing. nika herself had changed into one of her uglier shirts incase they would accidentally get some dye on it.

the alfa romeo driver, on the other hand, still sat where she was the entire time unmoving and un-helping, now having the large dog sat on her lap feeding treats off of her hand while the other scratches the dog between her ears.

“alright. i think that’s all of your hair.” the girl stepped back from her friend’s friend’s hair, admiring the work she’s done. “now we wait. —good luck al,” she said as she took off the plastic gloves that were now mostly green.

alex—whose chair was facing the door for some reason—gripped the chair with his two (clean) hands and moved it around along with himself so he can face the couch. “so…” he looked between his co-worker and her friend, “does she just… go everywhere with you?”

“yeah.” she answered shortly before continuing, “you guys have wags i have… this.”

he looked at nika again, “no offense to you, but—”

“it’s fine, have you met her?” she shrugged pointing at the little shit she unfortunately calls a friend.

he chuckled then continued, “what about daisy-mae? i thought she was your best friend?”

“she is. this one’s just fit baggage claim. plus—daisy’s a serious scholar she’s still very busy getting her degree.”

from the kitchen sink, nika scoffed, “yeah, while she’s stuck with me around the world, mae’s stuck with atticus in college.”

alex the jumped into the conversation at the familiar name, “oh! the drummer, right?”

“yes.”

“oh—hey,” nika turned around from the sink and walked to the closest counter to the two friends, “there’s still quite some left, who wants it?”

as if sensing an idea in the air, jet jumps off roo’s lap and ran into another room.

said girl sighs, “man, knew jet was too smart for trips like this. should’ve known i should’ve brought bennie instead.”

as if the dog heard her, a bark came from the other room.

“whatever. i guess that’s one option out the window,” she turns to nika over the counter, “do me!” she smiles happily.

“alright. your death wish.”

alex, who was momentarily smiling, dropped his previous expression, “wait what—”

te1enoviyuhs

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lilymhe why did u have to dump babysitting duties

and gooddyeyoung thank u for the hair dye i love hayley williams 🥰

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backbiteroo WHO LET YOU DO THIS

te1enoviyuh backbiteroo myself. i am a grown woman.

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[buggybitchclown]

♡ "My Angel.." ♡

♡ Buggy x Fem!Reader ♡

♡ ~10k words ♡

! Warning: Drunken arguing, yelling, overall angst !

Buggy sat at a table at the bar with his crew, eating lots of food and drinking alcohol by the mug. You, Buggy’s wife and the mime in his circus, sit at the table, as Buggy talks about his adventures with his crew. You watch and listen in as he drunkenly rambles to his crew, a drunken blush painting his cheeks.

He finished eating his food, letting out a big burp as he did so.

"Well, you see, lads, that's exactly what happened when we went and fought that evil warlord on the Grand Line! And, well-  we did it easily, too. We defeated his entire crew all by ourselves. And, well- I defeated him in a one-on-one duel with my bare hands and feet. Yeah! That's how it went down!" You giggle at his grossness and listen to his story that was clearly exaggerated for shock value. He smirked and burped again. "And then, after wiping the floor with that punk of a leader, I went on and defeated every single one of his followers all by myself. Just one-on-one combat against all of them. So it's true, lads. I am the fastest and strongest man the Grand Line has ever seen! Ha!” You stifle a laugh and roll your eyes at your husband's antics. He began laughing as well, drunkenly as he continued his story. "And then, I did what any self-respecting man like myself, would do after defeating all those tough opponents! I, uh... I took the beautiful, young lady they had as their captive, and we had a night we would both never forget” That comment caught your attention as you finally joined the conversation: “Good lord, for the last time I wasn't a captive!” You say laughing, rolling your eyes. He laughed. "Hehe, oh, that's right... that's right. But the part about how we had an amazing night after is true, right? Heh. Hehe...." You pause, thinking. “Yeah Yeah, sure we did.” "Heh, you know it, my little angel! What a night that was, right? Eh?" Buggy said drunkenly laughing again. “...” You remained silent, blushing a bit at his oversharing habits. "Oh come on now, honey! Don't you want people to know just how amazing we had it that night? Hehe..." “You're so gross…” you say, quietly laughing and looking away. "Hehehe - hic - I know I am, but I'm *your* gross husband, aren't I?"

“I guess you are..” You roll your eyes and laugh. "And I suppose you’re my gross, and rather annoying wife, eh?" He says teasingly as he laughs again. “Wooooow.. I see how it is Cap'. I guess you won't get any physicality from me tonight.” You say sarcastically teasing him.

Buggy laughed and pretended to pout. "Oh nooo.. What would I do without my little wife's cuddles on a night like this? Eh? What a tragedy....." You thought of another teasing comment, but you didn’t realize where it would take the night. “I mean I wouldn't be shocked if you didn't care. I've heard tales of you being a manwhore.”Buggy's drunken face instantly looked angry, and he narrowed his eyes and pointed at you as if he were looking for a fight.

"Hey, watch what you're saying, lady! That's just false rumors started by my enemies because I am such a great pirate. A manwhore?? Yeah right. I only have eyes for you, my little angel, haha... Heh...." You roll your eyes teasingly, letting out a sarcastic “Mhmmmm.” His face softened and he laughed. "Hehe, yeah... yeah, you're right, honey. I would never lay eyes on another woman other than you. Even if I was out and about searching for treasure and I came across a gorgeous, young woman who looked absolutely delicious...." Your eyes widen as you begin to overthink about his comment. Throughout the night, he continues to make “jokes” about finding another prettier woman on his voyages. Eventually, you sigh, getting up from the table begin to walk away looking slightly panicked and hurt. Buggy suddenly stood up from his seat and came up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and laughed as he spoke again. "Hehe, why you…! Are you jealous? Heh, why would you be jealous over my eyes for another woman, hmm? You know I would never have my eyes on anyone other than you, right? Heh..." You yank away and keep walking, ignoring him. He followed after you, holding your arm tightly as he began talking again and laughing in an annoying manner. "Oooo, oooo... you're so upset! That's hilarious! You're jealous, aren't you? Well, don't worry about it. I just want to tease you a little bit. But, rest assured. I could never love anyone as much as I love you, little angel...." The drunk clown didn’t realize that his comment earlier had heavily impacted you. You let out a quiet, “Don't touch me.” as you pause in your tracks, saying sternly. Buggy scoffs and laughs drunkenly as he pulls you into an embrace and holds you tightly against him. "Ooh, are you getting so angry at me that you don't want me to touch you? Hehe, but... why? I'm just trying to flirt with my wife. Is she getting jealous at the possibility of another woman stealing my eyes away from her?” You push him off, refusing to turn around to face him. “Don't. Touch me.” You said slightly louder as you began to briskly begin walking away. Buggy follows behind you.

"Hehe, why not? Are my husbandly gestures too much for you, little angel? Perhaps I am getting a little too affectionate, aren't I? Heh.... hmph.. I'll just go back to my buddies then. They'll appreciate me better than you do..." You sigh, losing your patience. “Cool. I really don't give a shit. I'm sleeping on the balcony tonight. Sleep by yourself, or the other women you claim to have.” Buggy scoffs, pretending to look hurt by your words as he sighs. "Oh... Oh, is this how it's gonna be? After all the lovely words I've said to you just now and you're gonna reject me like that? Heh, well fine. You can go sleep on the balcony. I don't care. I'll just find someone else that may appreciate me better..." You snap. “You know what” You grab your bag and look at him. “I'm going home.” Because the ship is stopped somewhere on land, you begin to walk towards the exit of the ship. Buggy's face turned red and he looked pissed. "What?! Do you think that bothers me or something?! Why would I care if you go home, huh? There are plenty of other girls that would love to see me and my amazing self! Yeah..." He took a step towards you and smirked. "But you wouldn't wanna be missing out on all the fun activities I have planned for the rest of the time on land.. Right?” You start to become blinded by your rage. “This! This is my fucking reason, Buggy! I can't do this shit with you anymore. You never fucking care cause you "never do any wrong". Go find another fucking woman 'cause I quit,” and you walk off the ship. As you walk away, tears form in your eyes from the pent-up emotion being held in. Buggy froze where he was standing. His breath hitched as he took a couple of deep breaths, and he stood there for a moment, processing what had just happened. Then, in a drunken and angry rage, he burst out laughing and followed behind you. "Haha... Haha - you don't really think you can leave me without me coming for you, right? My baby... my little angel... where are you going?"

“I'm not yours anymore.” You said stoicly. “‘There's plenty of other girls that would love to see me and my amazing self’ is what you said, right? ...Go fuck yourself, clown.” Buggy suddenly grew upset and enraged, and he rushed up to you to grab you as he began yelling at you. "You can't just leave me like this! You hear me!? I don't care what we've been through! I'm still your husband and you're still my wife! We're married and we're gonna make a family together! Remember..?" You ignore him, not moving from the spot you’re standing. His grip on your arm tightened as he spoke again, with more fury and anger in his voice. "So you're just going to abandon me like this!? After all we've been through together?! What about all the years we've been together and all the adventures we've shared?? I've given everything for this ship and for you and for our crew, and you just abandon me like this and you don't even care at all?!" “I DON'T FUCKING CARE? YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD FIND ANOTHER GIRL ‘BETTER THAN ME’ AS SOON AS I STOOD UP FOR MYSELF.” you yelled back as the situation became more intense and heated. "WELL, THAT WAS JUST A BLUFF! I DIDN'T MEAN IT, OKAY?! I ONLY SAID THAT TO GET A RUSH OUT OF YOU! I WOULD NEVER REPLACE MY LITTLE ANGEL FOR ANYONE ELSE!" You finally turn around to meet eyes with him, your eyes full of tears and your face makeup running down your cheeks. “..Well, you still said it.” Buggy looked back and saw your beautiful, tear-streaked face, and he couldn't help but feel some empathy for you in this moment. His expression softened as he suddenly realized how much he hurt you. "I'm... I know you're right. I did say that... but, honey.. baby.. just know that I would never, ever, replace you for another woman. You will always be my beloved angel. You drop to your knees and start to sob. “I don't want to leave.” you sobbed out. The drunkenness and anger left him as he saw how much you were sobbing. Buggy immediately dropped to his knees next to you as he moved his arm around you, holding you tightly against him, and put his forehead against yours.. "Shhh... It's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm here. I'm sorry for everything. I- ... I'm sorry for what I said.. I just spoke out of anger. Please, just shh... please, angel.." As you process his words, you mutter out “I want to forgive you.. but I shouldn't. I can't.” "But... I'm really sorry! I'll never say I don't love you again! I swear! I'll stop being such a drunk. I'll stop letting the alcohol control me like this! I promise! And- and I will change my flirtatious ways, too. Please, I'll change! I promise you! Just... Just don't leave me... I don't want to live without you... I can't stand this life without you... who'll brush my hair? Or.. Or make me brush my teeth? Or nag me to clean my cabin? Or.. love me?” You sigh. “Buggy..” He rubbed your back as he felt your heartbeat calm down, and he sighed warmly.

"Hmm... I don't know what I'd do without my little angel. Come on, let's go back to the cabin, and I'll give you a proper apology. Yeah? I'll be fully sober in the morning, I promise..." You decide that maybe.. He deserves one more chance. “..Alright.” You say, letting out a sigh, standing up and looking up to the taller man. Buggy also stood up and wrapped his arm around you as he began guiding you up the stairs and back inside the ship. "See? All better now. I'll never let anything happen to you. I won't let anything get between us ever again. I love you, my angel."

..”I love you too, Captain.”

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[snelbz]

Better or Worse {18}

Nessian. Angst. Modern AU.

@snelbz x @theladyofdeath collab

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A/N: Sorry for the late post! I had it queued for pm instead of am and just noticed. We’re almost to the end of Nesta and Cassian’s journey of growth, but we hope you’ve enjoyed reading this one as much as we’ve enjoyed writing it!

Almost every counseling appointment we’ve gone to, Nesta has been right there by my side. But Gwyn asked us to meet separately this week and that shouldn’t make me as nervous as it does. I know it’s common for therapists to want to talk to each person on their own, but even at the beginning, even when we weren’t speaking, having Nesta there was a balm to me. I was able to open up and talk about my thoughts, my feelings even if I wasn’t sure how I felt about them.

Now, sitting across from Gwyn, I feel like I’m back at square one. Rather than the usual couch, I’m sitting in an armchair identical to the one she’s in.

Her notepad is resting in her lap, but she doesn’t look down at it. She doesn’t even have a pen. “How are you doing this afternoon, Cass?”

“Good,” I say, but nothing more which makes her smile.

“Nervous?” She asks, not unkindly.

I sigh. “Yeah? Which is weird, right? Because we know each other fairly well by now.”

“True, but it’s not weird, it’s actually common,” she assures me. “You’re not used to doing this alone. It’s a big step.”

There was a time when her tone would piss me off, would make me feel like she thinks she’s talking to a child, but not anymore. I know she’s genuine in everything she says. 

“I guess so,” I agree, and answer her question honestly. “I am good, though. Yes, nervous, but everything has been going really, really good. Great. Nesta and I are, uh, renewing our vows.”

“Oh?” Gwyn asks and she sounds happy about it, which is a good sign. “When?”

“A month. I actually asked her when we got back from our little vacation, after we left here.” I shrug. Since we’ve been doing so well in our marriage, we haven’t been coming to see Gwyn as much. “It felt like the right thing to do. I asked; she said yes.”

“I’m happy for you,” she says, and I know she means it. 

My appointment goes on like that and after a few more minutes I actually start to fully relax. I told her everything, probably oversharing at some points but I can’t help it. I feel like I just fell in love again for the very first time, although this time feels much stronger than that. Nesta and I have a bond that can’t be broken, that can never be shaken again. 

After telling Gwyn goodbye, I head to Nyx’s preschool to pick him up. He’s waiting for me with his backpack on and his lunchbox in hand, and the second I pull up to the curb, he’s jumping up and down. 

“Hey buddy.” I hop out of the truck and give my nephew a hug while ignoring the wandering eyes of his teacher, as usual. She’s at least seventy, I swear, and I have no clue how she hasn’t retired yet.

“Uncle Cass, we learned about bugs today!”

So begins my rundown of his day, right down to his snacks and the lunch Feyre packed for him that morning.

My phone rings as I’m putting my car in park in the garage. When I see it’s Elain, my brows pull together. I love my sister-in-law, and would do anything for her at any time. But she doesn't usually call me. I answer as I round the truck to get Nyx out of his carseat.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Cass.”

“Is everything okay?”

Her cheery laughter floats through the phone. “Everything is fine. I was seeing if Nesta was with you. I tried her cell but she didn’t answer and I wanted to get a final decision on the flowers for the ceremony.”

I’m a man of many talents. I pride myself on being knowledgeable about many things. Flowers sure as shit isn’t one of them.

Scratching at my beard, I head into the house, Nyx on my heels. “She had a meeting with Eris and the publishers this afternoon, but should be home around five if you can wait that long.”

I hear the telltale sounds of Nyx dropping his backpack. “Hi, Greg!”

“Alright, I’ll try her then. Thanks!”

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone on the kitchen counter only to realize the kitchen has become far too quiet. When I turn around, Nyx is nowhere to be found.

Just before I can completely panic, Nyx comes back through the door, crying.

I frown. “What happened, buddy?”

“Greg,” he says, a sobbing mess. “Door…open…Greg.”

He can barely get the words out but I get the gist. With a sigh, I pick Nyx up and pat his back. “It’s okay. Greg gets out sometimes, I’ll find him.”

I set Nyx up on the couch with a juice box and a bowl of popcorn while he watches Bluey before finding myself going around the outside of the house, looking in all the bushes. 

No Greg.

I call his name and all of my neighbors that don’t know me are probably wondering why I’m going around my house, yelling for a Greg, but I ignore any potential neighbor’s judgment. Every minute that passes that I can’t find him, I get worried. Nesta loves this cat like a child. 

And I can’t find him. 

When I finally head back inside, Nyx’s head pokes over the top of the couch. He’s still sniffling as he asks, “Did you find him?”

I hesitate for a second because I don’t want him to worry, I don’t want him to start crying again, and I definitely don’t want him telling Nesta about this. So I decide to go with a little white lie. “I did. He was having fun running around and asked to stay outside a little longer. I told him he could play outside until it gets dark.”

Thankfully, that perks him up and blessedly derails his toddler attention span. “Did you know that lightning bugs come out when it’s dark? And then their butts light up?”

For the rest of the afternoon, I’ve got one eye on Nyx and one on the window at the back deck. On multiple occasions, I run outside with the bag of treats and shake it as obnoxiously as I can.

The damn cat never comes back.

As the clock ticks closer and closer to five, I start to panic. How am I going to tell Nesta I let Greg get out? Better yet, how am I going to keep Nyx from saying something?

Before I can come up with a foolproof plan, the garage door opens and my beautiful wife comes strolling in. She gives me a smile and a kiss on the cheek before asking, “How was your appointment with Gwyn?”

“Fine,” I answer, and as soon as it’s out of my mouth I know that I’ve answered way too quickly. Her joyful demeanor falters and I hesitate, which makes her frown. 

“What?” she asks, and there’s a bite to her voice which I know means I should tread carefully if I want to try and keep the peace. 

“Look,” I say, and take a deep breath. I watch her eyes as they go from angry to concerned to confused. “I…there was...Nyx accidentally…Gre—”

Just as I’m about to say his name, the furry little bastard charges into the room and jumps up on the kitchen island to greet Nesta. My wife momentarily forgets about me and scratches the cat under his chin.

I stare, dumbfounded. “I…what the fuck?”

“Hmm?” Nesta asks, remembering I exist and crossing her arms. “Okay, what did you do?” “Nothing,” I say, and grab her face, bringing her mouth abruptly to mine. She’s surprised for a second, but melts into me as my lips keep moving. 

“Ew!”

We pull apart to look at Nyx, who is standing in the doorway and covering his eyes. When he peeks through his fingers, he gasps. “GREG! I thought we lost you forever! I was soooooooooo scared! Uncle Cass, wasn’t I scared?”

I purse my lips and slowly bring my gaze back to Nesta’s. She’s watching me with narrowed eyes full of hellfire. 

“So, we lost Greg,” I confess, quietly. Nyx doesn’t seem to notice the tension as he grabs the cat off the island and carries him into the living room. I open my mouth to give a long, pathetic story about what happened, but Nesta shakes her head and puts her fingers over my mouth.

“I don’t wanna know,” she says, and her eyes soften. “He’s here, he’s safe, do better next time.” 

I blink, thinking it’s a trap and not wanting to curse it. “Yeah, okay.” Now I’m suspicious. “You’re taking this too well, it’s scaring me.”

She snorts and runs her hands down my chest and bundles my t-shirt in her hands. “I want tonight to be a good night. We’ve been a little stressed lately, planning this wedding so quickly…” She shrugs. “No more stress.”

I feel like there’s something she’s not telling me. Maybe it’s the fact that we’ve been married for a decade, but I feel like something’s off. “Nesta—”

She looks over my shoulder, into the living room at Nyx and Greg snuggling on the couch, then back to me. 

“What?” I ask, and try not to let my worry creep in too far. “What happened? Are you okay? Did Eris piss you off? The fuck did that prick do now—”

“Eris didn’t do anything, for once,” she says, laughing quietly. “Nothing’s wrong. I’ve just…been thinking about something, but I thought we could wait until we’re alone tonight to talk about it.”

I hate that.

I hate when someone says we need to talk, especially my wife, then doesn’t tell me what it is we need to talk about. 

“Now I’m going to spend the entire afternoon worrying about whatever it is you have to say,” I say, keeping my voice low. 

“It’s nothing bad,” she whispers, and leans up on her toes to kiss me. I grab her ass and squeeze for comfort. “Just something I’ve been thinking about. A lot. Come on, let’s make dinner before Feyre gets here to pick him up.” 

And that’s that. I throw together a quick meal of blackened chicken, green beans, and red potatoes, which Nyx devours as if he hasn’t eaten in weeks. More than once, Nesta has to remind him to take smaller bites, but he manages to clean his plate without choking. Nyx regales Nesta with his school day, as well, telling her all about his studies but conveniently forgetting the story he told me about the little girl on the playground who held his hand.

Nesta is in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner, while Nyx and I are on the couch watching Bluey when I hear the door from the garage open. Nyx, engrossed in whatever shenanigans Bluey and Bingo have gotten into, doesn’t notice the quiet greetings or the hushed whispers and murmuring.

But I do.

It sets me on edge, immediately thinking of whatever Nesta wants to talk about when we’re alone. It sends my brain straight into “overthink” mode and I don’t notice that Nyx has said something until he calls my name a second time.

“What was that, bud?”

“I said that daddy said I could get a puppy just like Bluey.”

“Did he now?” Feyre asks, breezing in from the kitchen.

“Mama!” Nyx is off the couch in a flash and crashing into her legs.

His backpack is already slung over her elbow and she lifts Nyx into her arms, hugging his close. “Hi, bub. Ready to go home?”

“Yes! Me and Uncle Cass lost Greg.” Feyre’s smile falters but Nyx charges on. “Don’t worry, mama, we found him.”

We say our goodbyes and promise to see them soon, and when it’s just me and Nesta alone, I can’t control myself any longer.

“So.”

She chuckles as she sits next to me on the couch and turns off Bluey. “So.”

I wait for her to say something but when she doesn’t go on, I throw my hands in the air. “Damn it, Nesta, please just—”

“I think we should look into adoption.” The words rush out of her, quietly. “I think we should adopt.”

Out of all the things I expected her to say, that wasn’t it. I’m at a loss for words.

It’s not until I notice her eyes start to line with tears that I come back, my mind catching up with me.

“You don’t want—”

“I’m just surprised,” I say, before she can worry. “I mean, adoption is…that’s a lot. That’s big.”

“I’m ready to be a mom, babe,” she says, and a tear falls as her voice breaks. “We’ve been ready for a family for so long and I’m accepting that I’m not ever going to have a baby.” I want to protest, but I can’t. “So I thought we could have a baby, or a child, through adoption.”

I’m quiet for a moment, but Nesta doesn’t push me.

Adoption had never even crossed my mind and I’m a little ashamed of myself for not considering it. Growing up in the foster system, how many years did I dream of someone finally deciding I was worth the trouble, of a family adopting me and giving me the happy home I’d always dreamed of. But Nesta wanted to be a mother and I never thought farther than giving her that dream myself, of our child growing inside of her.

Who’s to say the child we’ve been dreaming of isn’t already out there?

“Do you want to quit trying?” I ask, carefully. “To have our own?”

“Absolutely not,” she scoffs, and I can tell she’s trying not to be emotional. She knows my past more intimately than anyone else on the planet. “You think after finally having sex after months of celibacy, I’ll be able to go back?”

I swallow and huff a laugh but stay quiet for a minute, allowing my thoughts to catch up with me. My thoughts that are all over the place. 

“Okay,” I say, quietly, and her tears spill over. I wipe them away, carefully. “After the wedding…we can start the process, if it’s what you truly want.”

“It is,” she says, and there is no doubt. “But is it what you want?”

“A family with you is all I have ever wanted,” I say, and it is wholly the truth. 

I can’t help my own consuming emotion as she kisses me. Every day I don’t know how my marriage can get better, how I can love this woman more, but then I do. I didn’t know this love, this excitement for the future could still be so strong, so evident after ten years.

I’m so ridiculously in love with this woman that I can’t believe it. I show her as much as I lay her down on the couch and take my sweet time with every beautiful, magnificent inch of her body.

We will have our family soon enough, one way or another, and I can’t wait.

#better or worse #nessian bow #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #ACOSF #nessian #snacmc collabs #snelbz x theladyofdeath collab

[beyondthegame]

“You′re the sweetest I've ever tasted” or “I will love you without any strings attached” for e please? thank you <33

E’s day has been going terribly.

They forgot to go shopping and ran out of eggs this morning. Spilled tea over their notebook which caused a string of curse words to fall from their lips. Had a mini argument with their mum over the phone. Read a damaging story about them in the press, which has all been accompanied by writer’s block.

Alongside the fact that you haven’t replied to their last text, which wouldn’t be an issue if everything else hadn’t been going wrong.

E lets out a heavy sigh before running a hand across their face. They could do with a break, it would probably reset them for the better.

“Oh, fuck it.”

Mind made up, E reaches over the coffee table, picks up their phone, checks the screen and slips it into their pocket.

Their shoes are on next, and as they walk past the full length mirror in their wide hallway, E’s immediate thought is ‘I look like shit’ but they’re not going to see anyone (fingers crossed!) so it’s fine.

E loops their keys around their fingers and pulls open the door. The sight outside their door would usually bring a smile to their face, a witty, flirtatious comment after that, but they’re honestly surprised to see you.

“Hi,” they blurt out, lacking their regular self-confidence.

“Hello,” you murmur, a slight smile on your own lips as your eyes scan E quickly—and whilst they’re hating how unkempt they’re looking at the moment, you’re actually a fan of them looking comfortable in sweats and sliders. “Going somewhere?”

E points down the hallway. “Um, the bookstore, yeah.”

“Hm, want some company?”

E doesn’t hesitate. They give a causal nod and for once today, they can smile. “I’d like that.”

—

“You were coming to see me, then?” E eventually asks when you’re side by side and halfway down the street. “That’s why you were outside my door?”

You smirk. “No, it’s just normal for me to find out where celebrities live and just stand there,” you utter sarcastically.

“Ah, of course, you’re in your stalker era,” E murmurs, continuing the joke as you both turn a corner.

“I would’ve replied to your text if I was stalker,” you shoot back, only to receive a side eye from the musician.

“That’s a fucking low blow.”

You chuckle at the pout on their lips, silently claiming victory. “My phone died, and then I had training,” you admit, realising that you’re outside the entrance to the little bookstore. “Thankfully it did or I wouldn’t be here with you.”

E pulls open the door and takes a step back, allowing you to go in first as the bell above the door chimes. “Little victories for us,” they murmur as they go in after you.

It’s only a few minutes of walking around until E’s settled. They look less stressed, the tension has fallen from their shoulders, and they’re happily picking up books and reading the blurbs with a creased brow—debating whether to buy the literature or not.

“Do you come in here for anything particular?” you question, your eyes scanning over rows and rows of shelves, seeing as other customers get lost in between them.

E shakes their head. “No, not really. I mean, obviously it’s nice leaving with books, but just being here is…comforting. It gets me out my mind a bit.”

They’ve overshared. They can tell, E’s internally squirming at the anxious thought whilst you’re standing here happy to listen to their detailed answer.

They wet their lips. “I don’t…this doesn’t really happen with me and other people,” E rambles.

“What?”

“Being here, sharing personal stuff,” E answers.

You blink. “What’s it usually like with people you end up fancying?”

E thinks for a moment, plucks a book off the shelf and flicks through its pages. “It’s usually, ‘I’m famous, we find each other attractive, we fuck, and I may hear from them again, most likely not’ and that’s it.”

You nod a little. “Okay. What about you and me then?”

E returns the book to the shelf before turning towards you. “Uh, well, you and I haven’t had sex.”

“No, I know,” you say, “but you said that’s how it usually happens. What makes me different?” you question. “I mean, you do fancy me.”

E snorts. “Do you reckon?”

You smirk. “Well, you have mentioned it once…and from what I recall you hadn’t had a sip of alcohol, so I’m guessing it wasn’t a drunken mistake.”

The two of you are walking to another bookshelf, in sync almost. “Maybe a sober one?” they joke.

Your gaze snaps towards them, only to find a broad grin over their lips and their dark green/hazel eyes shimmering.

“No, it wasn’t a mistake,” E utters. “I don’t know, I suppose I just didn’t think anything romantic would between us. Or we’d only be friends and nothing more. Or, you wouldn’t like me back,” they trail off. “The list is endless. I have always found you attractive, if that helps.”

You laugh. “That does help.” You pause. “I do.”

“Hm?”

“I do like you back,” you say, your voice a little stronger as E absorbs the words and smiles at them.

“I did gather,” they utter. “But it’s nice to hear those words on a bad day.”

You think for a moment. This should be the hard part out the way, admitting feelings to each other, yet it still feels like there’s another hurdle to get over.

“So where does that leave us?” you ask.

“Hm,” E hums. “When I said you’re different, I meant it. We know how the other feels now so maybe we’re attached and tangled up in strings now, or maybe its knots.”

The books are a little forgotten because you’re in front of E now, and whilst they’ve said all this in a somewhat confident persona they’re nervous as hell.

They’ve thought what it’d be like to kiss you, date you, be in an actual relationship with you that doesn’t have them questioning whether they’re enough.

Definitely knots.

“I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic so it means I should ask you out on a date and admit that I’ve thought about kissing you at least once,” E says.

The corners of your lips twitch upwards. “Only once?”

“Don’t let it stroke your ego.”

“Oh, it already has,” you laugh. “Are you going to?”

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

E blinks. “You want me to?”

“I really want you to.”

Funnily enough, it’s common thought that E’s been with and fallen in love with many people. Additionally, it’s extremely far from the truth, so they find all of this nerve wracking: the stepping forward, the hand on your cheek, their thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“You still want me to kiss you?” E asks, their lips close to brushing yours, yet needing extra confirmation.

“Of course I do,” you whisper. “We’re in knots, aren’t we?”

And they do. E’s flutter closed, their lips fall against yours and it’s gentle and sweet. Everything they had imagined and more.

#drabble #e acevedo #e being all expressive with their feelings but not expecting anyone else to be 🥺 #I basically did both prompts #long drabbles are my weakness #this is actually so long wtf #nikka 🫶🏼

[kwockwoc]

sunset

thanks @professorhephaestus for sharing these fabulous characters

sunset, 600 words, sfw, eigan/teddy

“Uh –” Eigan, a prince of Mars, second-in-line for the crown, rector-in-training, cleared his throat. “So, uh – do you like it?”

Theodore ‘Teddy’ Knight – not a prince of Mars – hmmed. “The sunset?”

“… yes.”

“Yeah, it’s cool,” Teddy said.

Eigan thought about this.

“No, it’s warm,” Eigan suggested. He hated correcting Teddy, but he was, well – he was wrong.

“Oh, no, when Terrestrials say it’s cool, we mean it’s, uh. Good.”

“So you think it’s good?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Teddy turned his head at that moment, and Eigan found himself turning his own head to return the look.

Teddy was smiling a little, and a few wisps of his hair were stuck to his forehead with sweat. He was slightly blushing, but whether that was from the exertion of climbing to the top of this rocky outcrop, or the warmth of the early evening, or something else, it was entirely impossible to say. Eigan hadn’t learnt much about human blood flow yet.

“Um. So, Eigan – Xavyn said – uh. She said you wanted to ask me up here a few weeks ago, but you didn’t say anything to me until today.”

Oh, starless night. He knew he shouldn’t have asked her about Teddy. It was just like Xavyn to share, or overshare, even if there was no malice in it. It’d been mortifying enough for Eigan asking himself for permission to ask Teddy to come on a walk with him – alone, unchaperoned, without even the wonderful Jenny as a gentle and bespectacled barrier – partway up the flank of Pavonis.

Eigan was hardly an areographer, but he knew the view to Olympus was pretty spectacular from here, the east Tharsian uplands, capitol region of Mars, and of course the Valles Marineris lay just a simple cast of doors away if it transpired that Teddy preferred canyons to mountains.

“Yes, I – I did. Want to ask you, to come here. With me.” Eigan blinked at Teddy, and realised his heart was beating far, far faster than was comfortable. “I wanted you to see this. With me.”

“Is this, like – the greatest place in the solar system, or something?”

“Uh.” Eigan turned the question over in his mind. “I’m… not sure about that.”

“Well, anyhow, I’m sure glad you asked me,” Teddy said, “because yeah, I wanted to see this. With you.”

Eigan nodded. “That’s… good.”

He turned his head again, back, to stare once more at the tallest peak on all inner planets and moons. Olympus Mons, ancient and sacred, magical beyond anyone’s ability to scry or grasp, and the reason that he and Teddy had met. Teddy laughed a little right then, and Eigan felt an unusual warmth in his gut. In the last few moments, the sun had shifted another degree lower relative to the horizon, and a new and gentler shade of red-gold emerged in the dying daylight, richer and softer than any colour Eigan had previously known or suspected to exist.

It’s beautiful.

Without thinking, Eigan let his head shift to the right, where he found Teddy’s shoulder. He let the weight of his head sink a little into the slightly worn sweater Teddy habitually pulled over his rector apprentice’s robe. Not much, just a little, Eigan nuzzled his horns against the textile, abrading it, just a touch. The sweater was a permanent addition to Teddy’s garb, much to Professor Hephaestus’s disgust. But that was just Teddy. It wouldn’t be Teddy’s rector’s robe if not for the sweater, so he didn’t want to ruin it.

Somewhere above Eigan’s locs, Teddy laughed a little, again, just softly and not much, and to Eigan’s surprise the colour of the sunset grew yet richer and warmer, more stunning and interesting than any sunset had ever been.

He closed his eyes. Teddy was right. This was, indeed, the greatest place in the solar system.

#solar trials #solar trials fanfic #eigan/teddy #eigan's just a little guy and he's got big feelings and he's not sure what to do with em #teddy knows exactly what he wants but thinks eigan's light years out of his league #these two #ngozi you genius

[piinkyypriincess]

LETTER'S TO MY LOVELY

Shinichi Okazaki x American!OC

"I Love You."

Main Pairing ~ Shinichi Okazaki x American!OC

Warnings ~ Possessive thoughts, obsession, grooming, denial, pedophiles, suggestive thoughts, and repeating the cycle of abuse.

Spoilers ~ Yes!

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No Beta Lmao)

Word Count ~ 2.4k Words.

Chp Summary ~ From the moment Shin met her, he knew he had a developing issue. Her brown skin would bruise a pretty purple under his lips if he had it his way.

Chp 2 ~ Ironic is the Sweet Symphony

It was too bad that Shinichi thought the same thing about her; a performer is what he truly was.

A poison apple in his own eyes. A wolf in sheep's clothing.

Penelope was sweet with her doe eyes and gummy smile.

Instead of preserving the sweetness of her syrupy eyes and sugary smile, he wanted to devour all the sweetness she would give him.

Innocence of his own to take, and taste.

A sweetness for him to have a hold on, and because people were cruel, Shin knew that best of course.

The Innocence of children is stolen by vultures who feast on their sugary trail of soft smiles and kind eyes; just like hers.

Shin thought of innocence of his own that was taken and abused.

Penelope was reserved, a naive girl who was hesitant with her every move and self conscious more than the average woman.

A girl is what she was.

Truly Shin was no man, but he smelled the sweetness that poured from the girl's thick lips even before he stepped foot on the train.

In that moment he shook her supple hands, and caught sight of that childish sparkly nail polish that chipped from her stubs for nails; he knew he'd never let anyone taste her sweetness if he had her. No one would abuse her as long as he kept her near him, nobody could as long as he could conceal the smell of her honey with his own.

She'd be ruined in Chofu, the naive foreigner she was.

Shin quickly decided as he scooted himself closer to her, that he would never talk to her again if he could.

Shin was good at acknowledging his own faults, and others too. He strived to improve himself as the best he could while bleeding with the abuse other ignorant adults inflicted on him.

He had a sweetness that invited abuse of all kinds with a soft smile and compliant body.

“So, how do you know English? Your accent is different from mine as well. Did you grow up here or somewhere else - wait! Is that an ignorant question to ask? I'm sorry,” Penelope's voice seemed naturally hushed, the sweet melody of her voice chiming through the stuffy metro air. The American girl fiddled with the cuticle of her index finger, picking at the skin.

Shin decided to spare her from her endless overthinking, her awkwardness was almost kind as she attempted small talk.

“I'm Swedish and Japanese. I attended a school in Britain for a bit so my English has a Swedish-British accent.” Not wanting to reveal more than that, Shin took control of steering the conversation to speak more about her. He was always assertive when he spoke, it was the way he was taught in formality and etiquette lessons.

Looking down at the map in her hand, Shinichi thought he'd ask, “Where are you heading this late, dear Penelope?” He teased with a sly smirk.

The map appeared to be marked up in a hot pink pen with side notes at the left white margin. She took a glance down at the map and gasped softly as if she forgot that it was in the hand she was picking at.

“Oh! I'm uh, I'm a transfer student at um - The new academy in Shinjuku. Star Academy of Fine Arts. I start next - ” She pauses her sentence and avoids eye contact nervously as she thinks of when she starts school. Shin smiles at the immature quirk.

The girl looks back into his eyes with a glint that says she remembers the date, “April, twenty-eighth! With my course undecided,”

Her big eyes widen a touch, the overhead light glinting in her brown irises as she realizes she's overshared a touch, and not actually answered the boy's question.

“I'm staying at a hotel for now,” Penelope nodded proud of herself for telling Shin, a practical stranger, where she would reside for a school year.

She shouldn't share that much. Even the tiniest scrap of information some creep will take advantage of and try to find her.

Just like Ryoko did with him.

“Ryoko's not a creep,” He reminds himself despite being consciously aware, she's using him in every way she can.

Shin hummed at the information with a small smile, and was going to ask another leading question when she surprised him and asked him one first.

“Where do you go to school?” Shin grimaced at the question and chuckled trying to think of an answer.

The brown-haired boy was always a good liar, ever since he was a child - he is a child -

Shin shakes his head a bit, bangs falling in his eyes with his faux laughter at the fleeting thought.

He couldn't tell the smaller how he'd cut class and ran away from home. How he didn't know what to do with himself now that he was practically free.

Minus the chain he'd wrapped around his neck and handed the long end to Ryoko, who he was staying with.

As long as he laid underneath her every night with fake starry eyes, and moaned softly into the early hours of morning; he was well taken care of.

“Seikou Academy for Boys is where I'm headed, in Shinjuku,” Shin partially lied to the girl.

He was headed there as punishment for his behavior with his stepfather; the wretched man itching to be rid of the insect that invaded his home.

Penelope nodded ignorantly and gave a small grin, not knowing what the elite school was. Everyone who heard about Seiko Academy knew that it was filled to the brim with snobbish boys who would live, and die, off of Daddy's money.

The Okazaki family was known for their capitalism and cash.

They owned most of Europe and Asia, old money that owned the land before industrialism took off. Seiko Academy was a small island for rich boys owned by Okazaki Institutions.

Shinichi left the first chance he could when his Father mentioned it, and he hadn't looked back since.

“Oh cool!” She said enthusiastically, scooting into his dampness, the girl grew a bit braver to continue.

“I like your earrings, where are they from?” She said looking at the silver adorning his ears.

Shin smirked knowingly to himself, “They're Vivienne Westwood, a big brand in England! It's even bigger in the punk scene,” His boyish grin stretched wider as the girl's eyes scrunched slightly in curiosity.

“The punk scene?” She raised a brow, turning to face him with a slight tilt of her head.

Shin swallowed the saliva that pooled in his mouth, along with the attraction he felt to her natural girlishness.

It wasn't like the forced one that Ryoko put on.

God, how he'd fucking ruin her if he had her.

His fingers twitched in want, he used them to twirl a curl of her hair around his finger. He figured she wouldn't mind, she was too open with his inviting affections.

“Yeah, punk rock! I love playing the bass,” He did love the bass. The comfort of the sound ricocheting off his blue bedroom walls, the weight of his bass in his hand, the custom blue strap around his shoulder.

Shin loved the bass more than any of the hoard of instruments that his father forced him to learn, much to the older man's dismay.

“The bass! You want to be a bassist?” Shin took a second to think about it, a small scrunch forming between his brows.

The girl's curls were soft, unlike Ryokos which had a rougher texture and crunch from the mouse she used to scrunch her hair.

Her hair was stiff with product that stunk of sour chemicals as she attempted to volumize what slight wave she had naturally into looking like crimped curls.

The girl's hair was the total opposite.

Penelope's was soft in touch, natural and springy. She had a girlish scent with the sweet smell of candy and floral haircare.

Jackpot.

He bit the inside fat of his mouth, releasing it, and smiled.

Besides being a prostitute to women and men, what would he do? Would he sell himself for the rest of his life? It's not like sex work was a particularly bad job. The boy shrugged, not entirely sure.

“I dunno what I want to do. But being a bassist would be cool!” He says gnawing on the flesh of the corner on his lip.

The boy played with the buckle of the belt he held after he let go of the spring of long black hair. The belt was the only item he refused to leave with his woman of the night along with his earrings.

Sometimes his clients had a particularly sick quirk where they wanted to parent him. Especially when he was even younger than their kids.

It was like the guilt they had chewed at their flesh and blended over into their kinks. They'd dress him in casual attire that was two sizes too big for his slender body, and showed off his prominent collarbones where lovebites bruised over.

It was like they were displaying that he was a plaything even if he wasn't with his clients outside.

Taking in the dark gold brown of the girl's skin, he thought she would look ravishing with a reddish-purple scabbing around her neck -

“You totally don't seem like a punk rocker, but I think if you wanna be a bassist you should go for it if you have the opportunity.” She remarked with a soft encouraging smile.

Shin took a deep breath and looked up back at her warm eyes. She was so oblivious from when he looked down her neck and chest.

“Yes,” He internally decided. A reddish purple, mulberry, color would blossom from the blood vessels being abused underneath her soft umber skin.

He would treasure her every day and night.

Those glossy lips stretched beautifully to show the pinkish brown of her gums.

Those glossy lips stretched gorgeously around his - Shin shuttered a breath.

Shin had met a plethora of naive people, but her sheer cluelessness from being both a foreigner in Japan and so defenseless as a childish girl.

It was like looking into a mirror image of his past self.

Shin kept eye contact with the girl who darted her vision on different objects on the metro nervously.

Shin huffed a laugh, “You think so, Penelope?” Shin loved the way her name rolled off his tongue, his Swedish accent heavy when pronouncing all the syllables.

The girl looked into his hazel coffee orbs with her syrupy maple ones. Her eyes were so wide and glossy that Shin thought they must have been doll eyes. Thick dark lashes lined her eyes, the feminine feature standing out starkly even without makeup.

She nodded her head and tilted it again to the left side instead of the right.

“Absolutely! I mean - Possibilities are the endless opening for more opportunities. If you're good at playing then why not try to be a bassist, right?” She remarked wisely, as if that sentence had been constantly repeated in her mind.

Shin hummed and looked down at his designer belt. The Vivienne Westwood sovereign orb was in the middle and the belt itself was long so it hung down past his thigh.

What if he joined a band? Shin was confident in his abilities, being not only professionally trained but passionate. He could do something else with his life other than have sex for money, he would.

Shin had plenty of opportunities for prostitution, but none for music.

Maybe he was born for other people to find pleasure in his body, and him to find solace in their company.

“Silver looks quite nice on your skin tone,” The girl quipped nervously, chewing on the middle of her lip as she worked herself up to continue the dwindling conversation.

Shin cut his eyes back over to her doll-like ones.

She was just a girl, slowly grasping the reigns of young adulthood. She was what Shin should be like instead of a grown-up in a boy's body.

While he was a man playing coy, trying to still be a boy for money; she was a girl going through life the way a normal teen should.

Shin had been deprived of childhood even when he was wealthy. He bit the hand that fed him because he was sick of bad parenting.

He was sick of hateful eyes that looked at him like he was the scum of the Earth.

While the true scum of the Earth gazed upon him like he was crafted with rare diamonds and gold.

It was ironic how difficult life was. It was ironic how the childish girl's words stuck with him.

He mulled over the motivational line he wouldn't have expected from the bumbling girl.

“Thank you, Penelope,” Shin started, his tongue heavy in his mouth. The train started to slow and Shin rose from his seat, taking the brown girl up with him by her hand.

The metro squealed to a stop, and the double sliding doors opened with a pop and squeaking noise of plastic against metal.

With a kiss on the back of her hand, Shin smiled genuinely and wrapped her fingers around his belt.

Years later, Shin still questioned himself on why he gave a random girl the belt his clients typically used on him.

His eyes scrunched closed as he stepped outside of the metro doors. He gave the sweet girl one last look before ripping his hungry eyes away from her.

“Thanks for everything, Penelope,” He said before turning to walk down the station, blending in with the hoard of people coming in and out of the trains.

If he even stayed another second trapped inside that boxcar with her, he was sure he would taint what was left of the innocents ebbing off of her.

The next month, Shin was walking around Chofu with his bass inside his gig bag strapped to his back as he bought a new belt.

It was ironic how Shin found a band poster outside an antique shop called Sabrina looking for a bassist.

Shin entered the shop with a boyish grin spread across his face looking for a woman named Nana Komatsu. The woman was like an overgrown child, a puppy who squealed and squeaked with delight over the smallest of actions is what he learned as they typed up a resume using her boss’s computer.

“Possibilities are the endless opening for more opportunities,” Penelope whispered sweetly like a guiding symphony in his head.

It was ironic how ironic life was; Shin would take this opportunity and run with it for now.

I was so happy when you told me that night that my words actually helped you follow through with joining Blast. That my random motto is what you heard as you performed for Nana.

You never ruined me, Shinichi, you never would, you never could, and now, you never will.

I Love You,

Penelope.

#shinichi okazaki #shin #shin nana #shinichi nana #protective shinichi okazaki #possessive shinichi okazaki #blackstones #Black Stones #Blast #trapnest #nana imagine #nana anime #nana manga #shinichi okazaki x poc!oc #shin x oc #shinichi okazaki x fem!oc #shinichi okazaki headcanons #shinichi okazaki x reader #???? i annually dont think that applies technically its an oc #nana headcanons #nana

[smilingbuckley]

15 questions 15 friends

Tagged by @tizniz

I won't be tagging anyone because I do not have 15 friends lol

Time to overshare

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope. But I do think they got my 2nd name from a song, but I don't remember which one. They just liked my name I guess (I don't, which is why I go by my 2nd online)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Uhh yesterday or the day before. My memory is pretty bad lately. But I'm not doing so great and I keep getting knocked down when I think I can get up, and this week was a wreck

3. Do you have kids

Does my cat count? She sure acts like a little kid sometimes. Other than that, no. And I don't think I will. Not only does pregnancy scare the crap out of me, I do not have great genetics. I already struggle with my genetic disabilities and disorders, I don't want to be the reason someone else goes through the same as me. Plus, I don't think I'd be a good parent because I already get overstimulated when my cat begs for dinner an hour early.

4. What sports do you play/have you played

I used to dance. Started with jazz balet but my body type wasn't good for it - I could not do the split and stuff. I did win 2nd place before I moved to street dance. But then my parents got divorced and I moved, never picked it up again. I've never found a sport that I like enough to do. Maybe basketball, but I'm too small and can barely run so that's not happening

5. Do you use sarcasm

I do, but people never seem to know it is sarcasm and think I'm actually serious. It's like they pull an uno reverse card because I usually don't understand jokes and take them seriously

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Uh, I don't know. I tend to be uncomfortable around new people. Maybe their face? Idk.

7. What is your eye color

Green, currently. For some reason they keep changing. I was born with bright blue eyes - I'm talking Luke Hemmings bright blue eyes, maybe even lighter. Then as a child they changed to green. I used to love my light green eyes, but then they got darker. Now they seem to be green but turning grey-ish as well

8. Scary movies or happy endings

Happy endings. Duh

9. Any talents?

I am the insecure type of person who would say no, but I know I'd get people to say 'no you're a talented writer', so I'm gonna go ahead and say writing

10. Where were you born

Look, the Netherlands is a small country, so I'm not gonna say the town. But I will say it was in the province Friesland (Frisia/Fryslân) and in a big town (Frisian standards) that would’ve been a city if city rights still existed in my country. Oh and it's pretty known in the sports world.

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, watching shows, listening to music, play the sims. Oh and sleeping.

Yes I am lazy and I don't care

12. Do you have any pets?

My cat and she is the love of my life. Idk how I will live once I move out because chances are I can't take her with me

13. How tall are you?

I haven't really measured since I was 16, but I think around 168 cm.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I'd say English - it's different than the English classes in the US and UK - but tbh it was pretty boring because I was always levels ahead of my class. In the end, I loved social science a lot.

15. Dream job

Published author. But it doesn't pay shit in my country. Also, I can't travel and most book deals require you to be willing to travel for promotions in the Netherlands and Belgium

So I guess the next best thing would be anything to do with English. Maybe translating work like books or subtitles for shows because those are never accurate here.

[boliv-jenta]

Modern Oberyn Martell x f!reader

Smut 🔞 p in v sex. Rimming. Feels.

Follows on from this.

I haven't seen GOT I just think he's very hot.

The only thing this man is cooking up now is a recipe for UTI. Did he even wash his hands?

"Fuck!" You exclaimed half at your brain's intrusive thought and half at the beautiful man between your legs.

An invitation for dinner had turned into him eating fruit in the most seductive way possible. His tongue darted out to catch the juice and pieces of flesh from the ripe treats. He ripped into the flesh with thumbs before feeding you. His tongue chasing errant drops from your lips. Until juice had gotten on your pants. Which of course had to come off. Which led to him eating you out on the table in his kitchen. At least someone is getting fed. What is that amazing smell? Apart from him. Thoughts fluttered around your head as Oberyn ate you like a main course. Your lips had been the starter. You could only guess at what he would give you for dessert as you came against his face. His regal nose nestled against your clit, his tongue dipping inside you like an obscene laddle scooping up your sweet juices.

Compliments to the chef. Get him to do that again.

Before you could get any words out of your mouth, he helped himself to dessert.

Woah. Okay, that's new! Should we be letting him do that?

Unfortunately, your body reacted to your brain before you could stop it. Feeling the tension in your body Oberyn raised his head. "Is everything alright?"

You put your tongue in my asshole without asking. Manners cost nothing.

"Er...yeah...yeah...I've never..." You never had a man want to taste you so bad that he'd put his tongue there.

"My apologies. I should have asked. I just couldn't stand to see any of your sweet taste go to waste and I thought that you might find it enjoyable."

Fix it woman. Am not say do anything you don't want to do but maybe we could be flexible? That cock put me in such a good mood. Let him eat you ass, it's not like he's gonna go full Sebastian Stan, he's just gonna lick it.

Wow. That movie is not what you to be reminded of when you were naked from the waist down on a practical strangers kitchen table. Good lord.

Oberyn stood. As he walked around to you he stroked your thigh softly.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I guess I am just used to people taking whatever I will give them. They're not usually as..." Neurotic? "...thoughtful as you." You supposed thoughtful was nicer but by his reaction you guessed your face didn't show that.

"I'm not doing very well at this whole talking thing am I?" His laugh was self deprecating, pink coloured the bronze of his cheeks.

"I don't normally talk this much about sex. I usually just...do." Big Cock Gym Guy has a sensitive side it seems. Don't let The Heart know. That fucker will ruin everything.

You swung your legs off the table. Pulling him to stand in between your legs. His arms wrapped around your waist as your wrapped around that kissable, long neck of his.

"You're doing pretty good." You grinned at him while playing with soft curls at his hairline. "And you're right. I am.....thoughtful. Some times I feel like am wrestling with my own brain." Hey! Sometimes we just snuggle.

"Some times I just want be...normal I guess?"

"Mi amor, what is normal? You mean boring?" His eyes sparkled with mirth.

"Boring would be easier than what I have to deal with." Oversharing.

Seriousness washed over his face. "I know some of us carry more than others. I believe that only the people that can shoulder it are given the weight." Uh oh. The Heart heard that.

Swallowing, you cleared your throat buying so seconds to arrange your thoughts. "Like I said I like the way you think."

"I like the way you think too. I heard you, a lot, at the gym. I knew I made you uncomfortable do I didn't approach you but I couldn't help listening to you talking to the others."

Hey, remember that tweet about if Fifty Shade was set in a trailer park it would be an episode of Criminal Minds? Is this like that? Is that only not stalking because he's hot?

"Sorry, that sounds...I wasn't stalking you." Sounds like something a stalker would say.

"You intrigued me. I wanted to get to know you without making you uncomfortable so I lingered...fuck me, that is stalking isn't it?"

You laughed so hard you slipped off the table.

"Hmm, let me see." Picking your phone up your looked up the definition of stalking. Strutting half naked around his kitchen you began. We should have pants. Those squats haven't kicked in yet. He likes what he sees you reminded yourself. "Merriam-Webster defines stalking as 'the act or crime of willfully and repeatedly following or harassing another person in circumstances that would cause a reasonable person to fear...' and then it gets real dark, real fast. Wow, that was really inappropriate to joke about. Sorry."

"It's okay. It was well intentioned. Meant to put me at ease, no? Like my...lingering."

We'll have to watch this one. He has a tongue of a snake. Metaphorically. Actually, it's pretty snake like for real especially when he does that thing..Oberyn kissed you sliding said tongue over yours. "It seems like you and your brain were sparring again. I thought I'd jump in the ring." Yeah, he does that.

"It helps. Thank you."

"Any time." A new understanding settled between you. Even your brain backed off a little.

A timer goes off behind him. "I have to baste this then it'll go back into the oven for an hour."

"A whole hour before dinner? What could we do while we wait?" Your eyes took in the roll of the muscle in his back, they trailed down to small but firm ass in his shorts. Finishing up he wiped his hands on a towel, tossing it on the counter.

"Well, I should get cleaned up." He held his hands up wriggling his long fingers. Hands. "Maybe you could join me?"

You're supposed to be getting cleaned up. Nothing about this is clean. Feels good though. Oberyn had asked if he could could eat your ass this time. You definitely understood why they Internet went crazy over it. As his tongue applied pressure to the tight ring of muscle, the fingers of his right hand worked in and out of you and the fingers of his left hand circles your clit. The heat of the water and the coolness of the tiles alternated their way across your breasts. It was all so much. Too much. Too much you agreed.

"Oberyn. Stop." He lifted his head and stilled his hands. "It's a little much." Rising to his full height he rinsed his face under the water. "Or it's not enough." I thought he had a much better grasp of the English language. Was something lost in translation?

"What do you mean?" Taking the towel he handed you, you began to dry yourself.

"I mean you are very thoughtful. Maybe I need to stimulate your brain as well as your cunt." Arousal flooded you at the lewd word bitten from his lips. Consider me stimulated.

Soon, Oberyn had you bent over his bed, a wedge, that he assured you was for physio purposes and clean, propping up your hips. Your knees were parted on the bed, putting you at just the right height for him to bury himself to the hilt inside you. When he thrusted he barely withdrew, keeping you stretched around him. His thumb swirled your puckered hole. His fingers swiped your clit with a feather touch. All too much again. Not that I'm complaining but he made it sound like he was going to do something different.

"How does that feel?" His accent bled into his English more when he was aroused.

"Incredible." You moaned.

"For me, too." Of course he's going say stuff like that while he's getting his dick wet. You wanted to believe it was just as good for him but something inside you always told you the worse.

"Take me so well, Mi Flor. I just want you to relax."

You body was like putty in his hands. "Do I not feel relaxed?"

"In your body? Yes. I want you to relax your mind." That was easier said than done. He was going a good job with that until we overshared. He see you now.

"I spent a long time drink and fucking my way around Europe. I even fucked to afford the drinking. I found myself in the company of royalty. Ate food from the finest chefs in the world while listening to the most talented musicians play." This is not helping.

"None of the delicacies I have eaten compare to the taste of your slick on my tongue. None of the music sang to me as much as the sounds that you give me when I touch you just right." This might be bullshit but it's pretty bullshit. He's going through a lot of effort just to fuck.

"None of the women on my arm intrigued me like you did. Not of them made me want to linger."

Both your heart and pussy clenched.

"I never wanted to cook for them. Never wanted to impress them. Never wanted them to see me as more than just a good fuck." He groaned, his cock twitching against your walls growing tense around him. "Want to cook for you, want to make you smile, want to make you feel so good."

"Fuck, you do, Oberyn, you do, so good."

No arguments here. "Oh god!" You were so close. "Oberyn. I don't think I can.."

"I didn't approach you at the gym because I didn't want to embarrass you. I didn't want to hurt you. I wouldn't do that now. I won't give you anything you can't handle. Please?" His voice was rough, breathy and needy. His own climax upon him.

"Yes." Once you consented, his hips and fingers sped up. His thumb applied more pressure. The pressure felt like it went right through you, building in your pussy as well.

"Oh yes. That's it. Gonna make me come, Beautiful Girl. Gonna ruin me." His hips sped up further. An honest to goodness growl left his throat as he filled the condom. The most intense orgasm you'd ever had spread through you, it kept coming wave after wave. You wailed as your body shook. Oberyn held you his fingers tapping rapidly on your clit.

"That's it. I knew you could do it. Look at you."

His words barely reached you. You were too far gone in your euphoria. Your head was in the clouds until panic hit you. Had the condom broke? You felt so wet.

"Can I taste you?" Oberyn voice was eager in your ear as he held you up.

"Taste? What?" Looking down you saw the wet spot on the wedge beneath you.

"You squirted for me." He lay you forward, trailed kisses down your spine.

"Squirted? I can't do that." His lips turned up in a smirk against you your hot, soft flesh.

"Yes, you can." Neither you nor your brain knew what to do with than information.

"Can I..?" He pressed.

"Yeah, yes." The bed felt cool against your head. It grounded you. Oberyn swept his tongue over your thighs until they were clean. Humming happily as he did. He groaned when his tongue got to your pussy. He couldn't hold himself back from trying to make you come again. A smaller, softer orgasm washed over you just in time before his timer went off again. Oberyn headed off to finish dinner when he came back he sat on the bed next to idly stoking your shoulder.

"Should I reheat some food?" He asked quietly.

"Reheat? You just cooked." You blinked at him.

Chuckling softly he kissed your head.

"That was two hours ago Mi Amor. You fell asleep."

"What? Why didn't you wake me?"

"You seemed peaceful, less thoughtful." He rubbed your back as you sat up from your awkward sleeping position. Face buried in the mattress, ass still proped in the air. He passed you a glass of water that you sipped gratefully. Come to think of it your brain had been pretty quite. You guested it didn't have to second guest the intentions of a man who was wearing his heart on his sleeve.

I like him. You liked him too.

Tags @kirsteng42 @babydarkstar @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy @scorpio-marionette @sturkillerbase @harriedandharassed

Sorry for all the tags all of a sudden am home sick this week. Let me know of you want to be removed. I know it gets a bit hectic on here.💕

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #modern oberyn martell #oberyn martell smut #oberyn x you

[wynnyfryd]

hayrides and late harvests

part of our nano NaNo 30-day steddie prompt challenge; day 5, prompt #31: "Please let me help you. I’m begging you to let me help you.” Rated M

[read on AO3 or below the cut]

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“Fuck,” Eddie scowls, just barely resisting the urge to throw his guitar clear across his room. He eases her onto the floor beside his bed, the twist tugging uncomfortably at the tight, pink skin surrounding his bat bites - not nearly so metal now that they’ve rendered him a fucking invalid, Jesus Christ - and falls back against his pillows with a groan.

“This sucks, man,” he tells Steve as he stretches the weakened tendons in his forearm. Steve, who’s perched at the foot of his bed, nursing a joint and paying no mind to the way Eddie’s got both feet jammed under his thigh for warmth. Steve, who’s still healing from his own bites and scrapes and goddamn strangulation bruises, and who keeps playing the unwaveringly kind and patient caretaker anyway while Eddie just sits there and selfishly whines about his own problems.

Steve, who looks like Autumn incarnate, so pretty in the low lamplight with his smooth, olive skin, his rose dusted cheeks, his marigold sweater. His hair is the color of cinnamon roasted pecans and kettle corn and candied apple caramel.

Steve hands him the joint.

“Sorry,” Eddie says as he takes a puff. “I know you don’t want to hear me complain about my own problems. Like you don’t have it just as bad. Shit, like everyone else doesn’t, either, I just… I just can’t stop thinking about all the things I can’t do anymore, you know? Fucking hand tremors. Think I’m losing my mind a little here, Harrington, if that’s- if that’s even still possible,” he laughs without mirth. “I can’t write, can’t draw, can’t play guitar for more than four minutes without my whole arm cramping up. I can’t even goddamn jerk off anymore! Like, I don’t even remember the last time that I—”

He doesn’t mean to say it, honest. It just slips out in the frustrated stream of consciousness spilling from his lips, but then Steve’s head snaps up, and he’s looking right at Eddie, and, “Shit,” Eddie gulps. “Sorry, that’s, uh...”

Too much. Way too much information, Munson, like, surely this is the thing that gets Steve to drop the patient saint act and leave his trailer for good, right? Because Eddie can’t keep his stupid, oversharing mouth shut?

Steve doesn’t leave.

He doesn’t even move to politely retreat from Eddie’s personal space. He just looks at him, rests a tentative hand on Eddie’s knee, squeezes once. His tongue flicks out to wet his lip, nervous.

“…Can I help?” Steve asks.

“Can you what?” Eddie responds, feeling his eyes bulge half out of their sockets as they dart between Steve’s face and the hand on his knee. Steve’s tongue does the thing again.

“Let me help you,” he says, low and insistent, not a single trace of teasing or mockery in his tone. His voice is barely a whisper, a warm, soft rasp when he adds: “It doesn’t have to like, mean anything, man, just um. Yeah, just let me...”

And something shrivels in Eddie’s chest at that, because- because oh. Is that all this is? Some kind of jock thing?

Eddie can see it now, can imagine what bored, horny heterosexual boys might do to each other late at night in the graffitied shell of what used to be Benny’s, nothing but moonlit dust moats and the hiss of shared breaths for company. How they’d brush it off in the morning, shove at each other’s shoulders and make a quip about ‘queer shit,’ how they’d spit casual cruelty like mouthwash to rinse the taste of each other from their tongues.

But Steve’s not looking at Eddie like that. He’s looking at Eddie, and his eyes are wide and deep and sincere, hayrides and late harvests in that seeking, hazel swirl, and it feels like…

It feels like a plea. Feels like please let me, I’m begging you to let me.

Eddie lets him.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie drabble #steve harrington #eddie munson #king hellfire #stranger things fic

[jeffersimp]

Heeeey!! Okay listen! Could you do x reader headcanons for Steph and Alex with a fem!so with a LOT (8 in particular, 4 in both ears, and i also have double helixes like Alex +lobes, 5 more are coming in the next few months) of ear piercings? Like would they like them, make comments on them, how would they react to the healing process (my rook was bleeding randomly🙃) etc. But also my piercings are the only things representing my gayness and i am OBSESSED🥹. Love these girls! Hope its not too much, mwuah😚 ( Aaaand sorry, oversharing is my literal hobby and i am not ashamed😈)

See my masterlist here!

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Gosh, I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting!

I thought I've already post this-

Btw can we talk abut how beautiful they are?😭🙏❤

(Yes, the author is simping again, keep scrolling-)

×❢ About my work ❢×

we can call it fluff, mention of bleeding, the girls are so supportive!, fem! reader, she/her pronouns used, swears

Fandom: LIfe is Strange: True Colors

Character(s): Alex Chen, Steph Gingrich, You| (Y/N) |The Reader

Ship(s): The character(s) x You| (Y/N) |The Reader

Form: Headcanons

Requested by @riu025

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

[Credit goes to the creators of the gifs!]

Steph Gingrich

• Steph would be like "Wow." and just stare with her owned smile.

• or, if you have more than a few piercings she would be like "Wow, looks like you didn't yourself hold back!" and then she would let out a smile or laugh.

• I think Steph would find it really cool

• Although, the healing process might scare her a bit

• "Uh... Are you okay? Your ear is bleeding..."

"Oh, yeah! That's normal!" :)

"... Okay."

• also, she would ask you if she would look cool with piercings

• "We could have matching piercings, (Y/N)!"

"Matching piercings? Is that even a thing?" You lifted your eyebrows up with a chuckle.

"Yeah! :>"

• Will ask your help before choosing (if she even choose to have a piercings)

• if the piercings are new and you've never had piercing before, she'll just hold her eyes on you and after a moment she'll let out a confident "Hot." to you

• Eitherway, she thinks you're cool

Alex Chen

• she wouldn't be scared of the healing process, cause she's used to it

• in fact, cause she also has some experiences with piercings, she would help you

• i don't think she'll get another piercing, but if you really want her to have an another one with you

• she will. But just one.

• and you'll search ideas together

• "What about something like this?" you showed her the picture which was on your phone.

"I don't know, (Y/N)..."

"Come on!"

• Also, Steph would be like "Wow, you two have the same thing!" to the helixes

"Yeah... Almost."

In the final words:

• I think they would love you with piercings. I mean, they accept and love you in any way, so-

I don't think they would stop or disagree with you. Especially Steph. She thinks you're hot with it.

• You just showed up in front of Alex's door, hoping that she could see your new accesories. Although, you couldn't shrug off the feeling of excitement and nervousness, but you still wanted to see and ask her opinion about it. As Alex opened the door, you could see that Steph is there too. Great!

You walked in and of course Steph couldn't ignore the fact that you changed a bit.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)!" she grabbed your face to get a better look. After a second, her grip got softer of the thought that she could may hurt you. You chuckled nervously.

"Alex! Did you see that she has new piercings?" she looked back from Alex to you again with a smirk.

After Alex closed the door, she came up to you as well. Her lips curled into a smile as she saw you.

"It looks good on you, (Y/N)!"

"I know, right? She looks so hot with them!"

"Thanks, but my face starts to hurt a bit, Steph." you giggled.

"Oh, sorry!" she let, but both of them still kept their eyes on you. "But seriously, you look badass!"

Alex agreed with a silent nod and a sparkling smile.

#life is strange #lis #life is strange true colors #lis true colors #true colors #alex chen #steph gingrich #lis steph #lis alex #alex chen x reade #steph gingrich x reader #lis x reader #lis imagine #life is strange x reader

[mellaithwen]

Tagged by @fcntasmas @nymika-arts @like-the-rest-of-la @princessfbi and @fleurdebeton (adjsksks getting tagged in things is like my love language ❤️)

🎶✨️When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish, then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ✨️🎶

I decided to look at my on repeat and repeat rewind playlists on spotify (just cause my liked playlist is loooong)

1. Honest by Kyndal Inskeep

I tell you that I'm whole, but I'm still healing. I tell you that I'm happy, but I'm grieving. Thought I was a fighter; I'm still in the fire. ‘cause if I'm being honest, I'm not being honest. I'll give you roses just hoping you don't see the weeds in my garden.

I’m literally looking at those lyrics and thinking well. That’s pretty self-explanatory? So I might skip the overshare. But uh. Yeah, easily playing that song daily.

2. Lost by Dermot Kennedy

I was lost 'til I found you. Now these songs will hold and hide your name

I realise nOONE will be surprised to see Dermot in this list (Ciara, I’m looking at you) but I never tire of him, or this song. When I’m writing fic, if a song plays that gels with the content/le vibe, I end up putting that song song on repeat until the fic’s finished, aaaaand at the time I was writing a 10k post-shooting 911 fic so you can imagine how long that took me.

3. Vienna by Billy Joel

slow down you’re doing fine, you can’t be everything you wanna be before your time…

my mams favourite song, and one of mine too. when I’d have anxiety attacks before appts I’d always put this on :’)

4. Arcade by Duncan Laurence

I'm afraid of all I am, my mind feels like a foreign land. Silence ringing inside my head. Please carry me, carry me, carry me home.

This is another “wrote a bunch of 911 fic to it and now I can’t stop listening” song, because the Buck vibes are. Off the charts.

5. Feather on the Clyde by Passenger

Well there's a river that runs through Glasgow, and makes her but it breaks her and takes her into the parks. And her current just like my blood flows, down from the hills, round aching bones to my restless heart.

Beautiful lyrics and lovely tune aside, I was listening to this a lot while I was reading/writing Star Trek AOS fic, and maaaan, I cannot stress enough the comforting nostalgia I have for LiveJournal circa 2009. The Kirk/McCoy fic was *so good* i still think about it often. Like Vixys’s sealed by a fragile touch series? Broke me. But like. In the best most poignantly painful way. If you’ve read it then. You know.

5+1. shhh there are no rules here. Mess by Noah Kahan.

I'll feed the dogs and I'll put all my pieces back together where they belong, and I'll say: "I'm a mess, I'm a mess, oh God, I'm a mess"

Just. yeah. Again. It me.

& I’ll tag @homerforsure @kananjarus @thekristen999 @littlespoonevan @lovebuck @shortsighted-owl @henswilsons @hattalove @hopeintheashes and @renecdote <33

#if music be the food of love play on

[florbelles]

3, 17, 23, 29, 38 for lyra and joseph in the bunker? :3

oh my god.

III. WHAT WAS THEIR FIRST IMPRESSION OF EACH OTHER?

in the bunker? what was their first impression in the bunker? "oh good she's awake" and "what the fuck why am i alive did this bitch not let me burn with the old world like i SPECIFICALLY requested disrespecting MY judgment of myself. unbelievable"

XVII. HOW WELL DO THEY COMMUNICATE? ARE THEY OPEN WITH THEIR FEELINGS/THOUGHTS OR MORE RESERVED? WHY?

(cw: self harm)

uh. the first year they do not communicate At All because lyra is comatose aside from that time he came out to find her slicing her face open to feel something and he tries to stitch her back up but she just sits there silently smiling creepily at him the whole time and he's like haha. um. maybe she can go back to staring at the wall actually that's fine. after a year the voice comes back and lyra was shuffling through the room in the ratty ass plane coat she hasn't taken off in twelve months but she just takes one look at him and Knows and when joseph comes to again with a migraine factory reset lyra is sitting across from him showered & dressed and smoking with a coffee mug waiting for him so. they understand each other well enough to communicate extremely well even when they're not technically communicating. once lyra has returned to as close to her former self as she ever will a year in they're back to normal. they've always been fairly open (lyra has always been more apt to overshare and less likely to pry if she senses he doesn't want to get into something) but now there is Literally Nothing Else to Do so. not particularly reserved. no.

XXIII. WHAT ARE THE DEFINING CHARACTERISTICS OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP?

the same as it always has been. united by varying degrees of Suffering as God's Chosen. the only ones, potentially, who understood each other in that respect. the only ones left of their family.

XXIX. DESCRIBE THEIR NIGHTTIME ROUTINE.

bold of you to think they know when the fuck night is. try to write about what's happened. try to write about what's going to happen. count the hours until they can confidently make another mark on the wall. discuss any stray detail of their childhood they haven't talked to death yet.

XXXVIII. WHO’S GOT A QUICKER TEMPER?

you're asking me who has a quicker temper. between lyra wrathy mcwrathtits. and joseph. ok glossing over the obvious initial hostility she has towards him not leaving her to die like she wanted, which she can only in good conscience resent fleetingly since she ultimately concludes her desire to die instead of rebuilding with the rest of the flock was a selfish one, regardless of her reasoning, she only actually becomes angry with him once. he is trying, in fact, to be helpful. he tells her that it was not her fault john died. that it was john's sin that made him try to take ill-taken vengeance for her presumed death. she doesn't say a word. she simply looks at him. it is the only time he is ever afraid of her.

#here. #oc: lyra fairbanks #v: she wrote in blood #asks: lyra #zakryah

[ronance4everbrainrot]

Since I love Robin being the dad so much. Here are more Dad Jokes, this time from @kolimachris again.

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Smiling at the ground, Nancy starts talking "You said the happiness of your friends...so.." she nervously look to her left "does that make us friends?" she looks to her right, at Robin. "As in officially..?" hope and some kind of apology is hidden behind her eyes and Robin can't help but get flustered while looking at Nancy's breathtaking grayish-blue eyes, that reminds her of those pretty rocks she always collected when she was younger.

Robin shakes her head at the weird and short nostalgia thought "Uh-Yeah! I-i mean right?" Robin looks to the ground, nervous about the answer even tho Nancy asked first. "Right" Nancy turns to look at Robin, who's walking a bit behind her and then looks of to the side again, smiling with a blush forming. Robin also smiles, happy that they finally are officially friends and also back on good terms.

They walk in comfortable silence for a while until Robin got bored of the silence and she need to fill it in the best way possible. "Hey Wheeler?" she looks to her side and Nancy looks back at her, annoyance very present in her eyes "you know I hate it when you call me that, Buckley" Robin chuckles "Obviously, that's why I say it" Nancy just rolls her eyes "anyway" Robin starts and catches up to Nancy when she started walking faster. She almost trip on a root but catches herself, she hears chuckling and looks up to see Nancy smirking with amusement at her almost falling.

Robin clears her throat and jogs over to where Nancy stopped walking. "You're still a weird runner, Buckley" Nancy turns around and continues walking, this time again with Robin next to her, who was flushing a bit red. "You know what, I shouldn't have tried to break the silence, my joke was stupid anyway" Robin mutters annoyed. "Oh God, not you and jokes. What's up with that anyway" Nancy said chuckling, as if she actually dislikes Robin's jokes, she loves them.

If Nancy weren't looking at Robin right now she would have missed the dark/sad expression on her face, because it was gone the second she blinked. Robin looks down at the ground "I-uh..I already made jokes since I was like 7 or something. A-at least my d-dad said that..." Nancy watches her with curious and gentle eyes, as Robin takes a minute. She chuckles sadly "And I guess I just never grew out of it..." she shrugs, looking up again, meeting Nancy's eyes.

Nancy sees so many emotions going on behind Robin's eyes, that it almost overwhelmed her. Her eyes widen but then turn to an understanding, yet not fully knowing gaze, meaning that she'll be there for Robin but also that now is not the time. Robin thinking she overshared, wants to apologizing but Nancy gave her another look, which stopped her from apologizing, so she nervously played with her Rings and blurts out "W-what's brown and sticky?"

Nancy's stops walking and turns fully turns to Robin, her face showing confusion and mild disgust. Robin also stops walking "A stick" she quickly says to not make the situation more weird. The awkward silence feels like hours, just staring at each other, but just few seconds in and Nancy scoff laughs in disbelief "Seriously, Buckley?" she continues walking. Robin followed her and tried to explain that this was not the joke she originally wanted to say. (it was tho) but Nancy just rolls her eyes and quietly mutters to herself "You're an idiot, Buckley" shaking her head in amusment as she hears something hitting the ground and a quiet groan.

[I confused myself while writing this. Idk what is happening or if there personalities are changing every few lines. But this is the moment that joke was said]

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(This is the same party with the mushroom joke, from the dad jokes post before)

After a lot of dad jokes from a drunk Hopper and Robin, the kids decided (well Max wanted to go to the others but was also getting annoyed by the jokes. Lucas would have stayed but he also want to hang out with the others, and El just followed them around, because she still wants to cuddle with Max, and she was also getting annoyed by the jokes) to go join the others, the adults (Murray and Joyce) already left 5 jokes before, so that just left Robin and Hopper drunkly laughing their asses off at their own jokes.

Robin suddenly stopped laughing and gasped "Oh. My. God." she looks around her seat to search for her backpack. She find it on the right side leaning against the seat and picks it up. Hopper just looks at her in confusion. He was going to ask if something was wrong but then Robin pulled something out of her bag with a "Ha haa!" and stands up to sit next to Hopper.

She starts talking before Hopper can ask anything "I found this in my room when I was still living with mom and then I packed it in the bag when she kicked me out, and then I just totally forgot it existed and I was looking for clothes to wear today and then I found it in my closet and then I decided I wanted to show you it because you also like jokes!" she takes a deep breath and continues, finally showing Hopper her item. It was a small stack of papers, which are tinted a bit yellow and also worn out on the edges. It was glued together at the left side and resemble a book. The book cover says 'How to make someone laugh' and each letter is a different color. It has a big smiling in the middle of the cover which looks like it's laughing. He saw that there was more but couldn't identify it because Robin pulled the book away again, talking with her hands as always.

"It's a book full of jokes, I don't remember if I came up with them myself, but I made the book myself when I was like 8? I'm surprised it's still in a good condition. Also-" Robin looks up at Hopper and sees his blank and confused but also impressed and amused expression "Oh wow, sorry. That was a lot of talking." Robin chuckled. Hopper opens his mouth to say something but Robin continues again "so let's just get to the point of. I wanted to show you the jokes I've written on here." Hopper just chuckles and shakes his head at not getting to talk again.

Robin opens the slightly yellow tinted book at a random page, very gently. She holds it close to her face and snorts. She then clears her throat, trying not to laugh and asks "What do you call a cow with no legs?" Hopper just looks confused and thought 'there is a word for that?' he was going to ask out loud when Robin breaks and starts laughing "Ground Beef". Hopper needs a few second to understand but then starts chuckling and quietly mumble "ground beef, heh."

Robin's wipes a tear away and sighs happily "Damn, I really am a comedic genius" she brings the book closer to Hopper again and shows him the next joke. "What do you call a cow with two legs?" she reads out loud and then points at the drawing of what's probably a cow with only hind legs, leaning on the ground with the front. And the words "Lean beef" under the drawing.

Robin chuckles a bit and says "Yeah, I also don't find that one as funny. I honestly only understand it with the drawing. Which is something I actually drew once, because I wanted to draw a cow laying on the grass but added standing legs at the end, because I forgot I wanted to draw the cow laying down. And well that's how I came up with that joke. It's not one of my bests, but I've got some more." Robin's says as she shows Hopper more jokes that she wrote down in her self made small book.

[Honestly, I just didn't know how to describe the book more, but there absolutely were more details, also love how Hopper didn't say anything really only because I didn't know what he would or wouldn't say]

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Robin and Murray are sitting on the couch at his place. Robin has been talking about her dad, just about his personality and how he was kind and funny. Like the opposite of her mother. "And-" she sniffs "And he always made those stupid dad jokes" she chuckles sadly. Murray wanted to say something but he just places a hand on her shoulder and gives her a meaningful look. "I know what you want to say. 'but don't you also make stupid dad jokes'. Duh" Robin's says "But his jokes were actually stupid, or made no sense!" she chuckles more happy this time and thinking about a memory. "Like this one time-" she stares up at the ceiling, head falling on the couch "-, he told me this joke 'Where do you find a turtle with no legs?'" she sighs and then snorts "I was just 6 or 7 when he told me that and all I could think about was this poor turtle with no legs and then he continued-" she rolls her eyes "-'Exactly where you left it.'" she turns to look at Murray "First of all, how would he know it'd be exactly where I left it. I mean like, maybe a wild animal could have taken the turtle or smth. And second of all, he told that to a child. And I was already sad that the turtle had no legs, wondering what happened to this poor turtle-" her eyes tear up and she leans her head back again, looking at the ceiling "and then he said that I left it there. Which just made be burst out crying" she laughs with sobs and Murray just squeezes her shoulder in comfort.

After a bit of cry laughing, Robin snuggles up to Murray and he just stays still for a bit, not knowing what to do. But then he just settles one hand on her arm and the other one on the armrest. She sighs. "I mean I get the joke, it has no legs so it can't go anywhere. But I-" Robin's goes on and in about how she would never do that to a turtle, and then starts talking about a turtle she once found last year. But she of course didn't take them back home, because her mother would have killed her if any animal was inside her house.

It was getting late and Robin's is yawning while talking and sleepily gesturing around with her hands. "So we-" she yawns "we-" Murray cuts her off "Maybe you should go to bed, birdie" Robin's snuggles closer to Murray "but! In your own room!.... Please" Murray said and slightly pushing her off. Robin groans but listens and stands up to walk to her room "Goodnight birdie, sleep well" Robin groans in respond. Murray just shakes his head, thinking about Robin's situation and how this sunshine of a person, could ever deserve all those things happing to them. He just shakes his head again, agreeing that he can't change anything from the past, but he'll try to make the future better. Then he yawns and stretches a bit when he stands up from the couch. He walks past Robin's room, that was, well still is, a guestroom, but it'll be Robin's room for now and however longs she decides to stick around.

He sees her sleeping peacefully, which is a relief. These last few days where a horror for Robin, so he's glad she is getting some good sleep tonight. He was about to leave, when Robin's mutters something "I love you, Dad" He stands there shocked, a warm feeling forming inside him with tears in his eyes. But then he thinks that, she's just dreaming something about her dad. But he'll just treasure this moment, even if it wasn't directed at him. So he gently closes the door and sighs "I love you too, little birdie" then he goes to his own room with a sad, yet also happy, smile and tries to decide whether he should mention this tomorrow or not.

[honestly, all those ones were about her Dad lol. Or well, her dad was mentioned. Also no idea what I created here.]

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Hope you like it!

And anyone can leave some jokes in the comments!

Lots of love ✨😋😍✨

#dad robin buckley #dad jokes #robin buckley #ronance #nancy wheeler #jim hopper #murray bauman #Murray adopting Robin #kinda long post

[pansyfemme]

Omg kicks my feet. Hii hello. Umm what to talk about. I love oversharing so! Back when I first got on T, I let them take a blood sample. It wasn't needed but I was like "oh yea sure 8)!" bc it wasn't gonna cost me anything.

So, it gets done nice and quick, I get a little like gauze + tape badda bing badda boom. I went through my Whole Thing tm with insurance almost not covering my T Gel (would've literally exploded otherwise n cried).

I'm on call with my partner, to do my first dose. The T gel is drying on my arm, I'm shirtless, I get ANOTHER call. A like, restricted number/one that wasn't showing. Weird! So I tell him like, "hey I got another call?? Hold on???" I answer it, assuming it's going to be spam or a telemarketer.

Wrong!

A nurse from where I went to my appt. is calling. Uh oh!

"Is this so and so?"

"Umm yes!"

"Hello! I'm really sorry but your blood got left out too long in the locker and it froze. So it can't be used anymore. Can we reschedule you for an appointment?"

> blood frozen

BLOOD FROZEN????? I proceed to tell her, yea of course I can reschedule. Althemeanwhile I'm in shock over "did they forget about my blood???? How does it get left out too long????? Hello?????"

I get the new appt. set up, get back on call with my partner and then retell the story.

Originally, I was gonna go back to this place in spring, 3ish months? But now I'm gonma be going back in March to get my blood taken again. Which like, I guess it'll be a way for 'em to see how T is doing atm. And then again at what would've been my truw 2nd appointment.

My dose now has been treating me good I think! But I def wouldn't want to stay at this dose foreverrrr you know? I think I'm getting changes at a nice rate, even if it feels a little slow. I'm gonna ask next time (probably at appt. 3) about switching to shots bc like Greedy Little Guy who wants T changes a little bit faster. I'm getting them!! But like, I want more you know? I'm sure too though a lot more changes have happened but bc I check in daily since I need to apply Tgel daily, I miss the littler things.

This is a very big ramble >_<; hopefully you don't mind!

i dont mind at all i like when u ramble in my inbox TBH ^_^

but that sounds like a whole weird ordeal omg! I get bloodwork to check my t levels maybe twice a year now but when i was first starting out it was every six weeks for the first year and i hated it soooo much.. bc ive had a lot of misc health issues i get bloodwork pretty regurally and each time i would hope that my mom would be the one taking me bc she would take me out to breakfast or dunkin after and that was the only good thing abt getting bloodwork.

weird story of my own thats kinda similar was that i have like. awful veins. like awful awful ones that they can never find and i end up getting poked a LOT when i get bloodwork. but this is worse when i have to get surgery and i have to get an iv and cant drink any water beforehand. So when i was gettin my horomone blocker implant out, i had to get an iv hooked up, which im fairly used to. but they tried for like. half an hour with every method and they could not locate a single vein and had poked me multiple times in both arms so they were eventually like. ok we’re gonna grab an ultrasound for this, its the last resort. and so they did, and my Anesthesiologist for some reason was there and helping, probably bc they were taking so long and they just wanted to get me into the OR. and so the ultrasound is like a big machine and nothing is working on it. like theyre trying over and over again. and then a nurse walks by and comes into the room and is like. hey. you have to plug it in.and that made me feel great about going into surgery lmao…

blood freezing is a new one tho, ive literally never heard of that! i know they sometimes keep it warm but ive never heard of it freezing before.. it was weird bc i actually was interviewed by a few students for an article in a yale journal about my experience transitioning as a child in my city, and it was so weird going over all this stuff that happened ages ago i didnt know where to start 0_o.. im glad t seems to be working out ok, but the first few months r always kinda rocky and weird tbh!! i dont have experience with gel but i know the changes sometimes come at a different pace than injections! i hope u get to increse ur dose soon!

#blood tw #needles tw

[phoenixwwitch]

Rainbow in the Dark

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson; steddie

summary: a sort of (not really) canon compliant steddie fic because i love them and i am still in the first stage of grief

warnings: uhh swearing? canon violence, blood

spoiler warning for vol 2 of stranger things 4!!!!!

“Oh I’m just starting the sucker, Harrington’s got her! Don’t ya big boy,” Eddie inched his face up to Steve’s and smirked at him before returning to his work. Steve felt himself knock into Robin behind him and his breath caught in his throat, but he’d never let himself think about it too long.

Soon it was just Steve at the wheel of the huge trailer, quietly humming to himself to make the silence at least somewhat bearable. Keeping his eyes on the road, he heard the seat next to him squeak and the smell of sweat with a hint of something sweeter behind it. 

Nothing was said for a while and for a minute Steve thought he might have been hallucinating the person next to him until they spoke up, “You’re uh really good at this.”

“What, driving?” Steve chuckled, looking over to find Eddie staring at him intently. 

“Yeah, I mean everyone here knows I’m a shit driver but my dad never actually taught me. He just told me to gun it and never stop for anything,” Eddie trailed off and grew quiet again awaiting Steve’s response. A beat passed and Eddie sighed, “Sorry, didn’t mean to overshare.”

“It’s fine, I um- I could teach you. Y’know if you want to but you don’t have to! I just I like driving and if you want to learn I could help you out but-” Steve was no longer watching the road and was interrupted by Eddie grabbing the wheel to steer away from the oncoming car.

Steve was still not focusing on the task at hand when Eddie’s hand was still on his shoulder and his scent struck him once more. Steve opened and closed his mouth a few times until he decided on a small pout adorning his lips making Eddie laugh and remove his hand.

Steve’s face fell and he felt his cheeks burn ever so slightly from Eddie’s gaze staring straight through him. Eddie smirked at him for the second time this hour, “I appreciate the offer, Stevie, but I think I’d be too much of a distraction for you.”

“No!!” Steve shouted a little too loud and a little too quickly. “I mean you wouldn’t be distracting- I just meant it if you wanted to but i-it’s fine if you don’t. I don’t care.”

Eddie just smiled and shook his head, “Whatever you say, Harrington.”

Steve found himself blushing again but he pushed the thought aside because his feelings were not a main concern at the time. 

***

“Say Steve, I thought you were trying to win Nancy back? Now you barely even look in her direction,” Robin whispered as they funneled kerosene for making molotovs. Steve rolled his eyes as he could hear the smirk in her voice.

“Do you really think now’s a good time to discuss my love life?” Steve sighed and continued funneling the fuel. 

“Oh, would you rather discuss our impending doom? Didn’t think so! Anyway what’s the deal Harrington? Someone else caught your eye?” She wiggled her eyebrows to tease him but found a dead serious look on his face as he stared off. 

Following his gaze she found the target of his gaze and her eyes widened. She looked back to Steve who wasn’t paying her any attention and back to where Eddie and Dustin were messing around with their battle shields. 

“Steve.. I- how long have you known?” Robin whispered again trying not to draw any attention. Steve blinked in confusion and stopped his current task, “Known what?”

“Steve come on, this is me you’re talking to. I don’t judge and besides I like him better for you anyway!” Robin smiled softly at a still very confused Steve, whose gaze went back to Dustin and Eddie and it clicked.

“No it’s not- I don’t. Look I like girls because I know I lo- liked Nancy a lot but Eddie is just different. I don’t feel the same pressure that I felt with Nancy, he’s easy to like,” Steve’s face fell to his hands and Robin put a hand on his arm and squeezed,

“Look I may not be good at knowing when to comfort people but I know this. Steve there is nothing wrong with liking Eddie and there is also nothing wrong with liking both. It’s not wrong, you aren’t wrong- it’s called being bisexual.”

Steve froze, dropping his hands to his lap and turning to face her. Robin dropped her hand and sighed trying to think of something else to talk about, but he smiled. There was still visible confusion in his eyes but Steve’s wide smile gave away his true feelings, 

“Holy shit. This changes everything, was this something you knew about me from the start or am I just an idiot?”

“I mean I had a feeling but you also are just an idiot,” Robin laughed.

***

“I think you two ladies can handle it and besides I wouldn’t wanna third wheel your new found friendship anyway. I’ll stick with Eddie and Dustin,” Steve stated, crossing his arms in a huff. 

Robin and Nancy shared a look and before taking off towards the woods, Robin sent Steve a wink. Steve’s face flushed once again and he was just glad the upside down was dark enough no one could see. 

“Aw Stevie!! I knew you couldn't get enough of me!” Eddie pretended to wipe a tear from his cheek and blew him a kiss which made Dustin almost fall to the ground laughing.

Maybe this was a bad idea. 

They mainly worked in silence, making Eddie’s upside down trailer more like a fortress. Every now and then, Steve would hear Eddie and Dustin giggling and he would find himself staring again. 

He couldn’t lie, Eddie’s laugh was intoxicating and maybe a little obnoxious but it sure was cute. He met Eddie’s gaze and immediately returned to nailing the metal sheets to the trailer. Eddie kept his gaze on Steve with a spark of hope written across his features.

Steve kept thinking about what Robin had said, he still wasn’t sure what he was but he knew that what he felt for Eddie was more than just a budding friendship. He thought about when Robin first told him she was a lesbian and he thought about how she had changed the way he thought about love. 

“Steve! Earth to Steve! You can stop hammering now we got it completely covered,” Dustin waved a hand in front of his face and he was brought out of his trance. 

Dustin raised an eyebrow at him and Steve waved him off finding Eddie fiddling with the bandana wrapped around his head. Without thinking, Steve walked over to Eddie and started fixing the bandana for him.

Now it was Eddie’s turn to be flustered as he watched Steve tuck his hair into the bandana, his tongue sticking out a little as he focused. Dustin cleared his throat loudly and they both jumped away from each other red as tomatoes.

“What?? I wasn’t nicknamed Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington for nothing you know!” Steve cleared his throat putting his hands on hips, pouting slightly. 

It was barely audible but Eddie let out a small gasp and he lost focus due to the thought of just wanting to kiss him right then and there. But he knew they weren’t meant for that, it was just another fantasy.

***

Eddie was setting up his amp and preparing his guitar as a decoy and Steve thought he was going to lose all the composure he had left. Watching Eddie’s ringed fingers fiddle with the strings on the guitar and his face in complete concentration left a strange feeling within Steve. 

“Like what you see, Harrington?” Eddie caught his gaze again and winked at him. Steve choked on his saliva and found his shoes to be rather interesting in this current moment. 

Once more Eddie was filled with hope and shock, how was he making King Steve flustered? Eddie “the freak” Munson had Steve Harrington struggling for words and blushing? Maybe he really was losing his mind.

“I um could I take a look at your guitar? It’s uh it looks really cool,” Steve managed to sputter out not really thinking about what he was actually saying. Eddie nodded anyway and Steve made a step towards him, not realizing his foot was caught in the amp cord. 

Before completely hitting the roof of the trailer, Steve felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and shoulder. In response he put a hand out to steady himself which just so happened to be placed on Eddie’s chest just above his heart. They didn’t move from their awkward positions for a moment, Eddie giving Steve a quick look over and offering a small smile.

Steve just thought he was trying to kill him from the heat of Eddie’s hands seeping through Steve’s t-shirt to his cute dimples that adorned his face whenever he smiled. Oh Steve was a goner and Robin was never going to let him live it down. 

Eddie went back to tuning his guitar and this time Steve noticed the strain in his fingers and the subtle shaking of his hands. He was messing up chords when Steve knew that he would never, not that he knew that specifically or anything. 

“Eddie. Eddie, what's wrong?” Steve spoke softly but stern enough to catch his attention. Eddie exhaled shakily and sat down, putting his head in his hands. Steve heard him sniffling and quietly approached,

“I can’t do this Steve, I’m too fucking scared. And I’m angry for being scared because that’s all I do is just run away because I'm a coward.”

Steve could believe what he was hearing and pushing everything aside, he crouched beside him and took his hands in his own. Their eyes met, Eddie couldn’t keep eye contact until Steve started to wipe tears away from his dirt covered cheeks. Their eyes met again and Steve smiled, still cupping Eddie’s face,

“You are braver than you think, Ed’s. Yeah you didn’t deserve to be dragged into the weird shit this town has to offer but you’re here anyway. And don’t let my nonchalance fool you, i’m fucking terrified. I’ve been protecting these kids from this for three years and i’m sure as hell fucked up from it. Don’t doubt yourself Munson, you’re one of the bravest people I've ever met.”

***

Their plan to distract the demo bats had been working, but what they hadn’t realized was how smart they were. Eddie had used his shield of nails to block the vent that they hadn’t accounted for. Now they waited for any other sign of them. 

However, Eddie’s guitar playing didn’t only serve as a distraction for the bats but Steve couldn’t get his mind off it. Watching him shred on guitar was honestly Steve’s idea of heaven, that he had only seen one other time. Not that he would tell Eddie that. 

Suddenly there was a loud thud coming from Eddie’s bedroom making all three of them jump and face the hallway. Jumping into action, Eddie ran towards the back room to slam the door shut as the bats fought their way through another vent. 

“That’s not gonna hold ‘em for long!! We gotta go!” Dustin shouted and began climbing back up the rope to their world. Steve steadied the rope and waited until he hit the mattress on the other side to motion Eddie to go next. 

He began to climb up but he took a look at Dustin who was begging him to go faster and another look down at Steve whose eyes were pleading for him to keep going. Eddie shook his head and jumped back down next to Steve, he heard Dustin screaming but he kept his eyes on Steve.

“Eddie what the fuck are you doing?! We gotta go man!” Steve frantically searched his eyes for a sign of what the hell he was thinking. Eddie kept a neutral expression,

“I’m buying them more time.”

And with that he took off, grabbing Steve’s ax and Dustin’s battle shield from the floor, not bothering to look back. Steve stood there stunned for a few seconds, Dustin’s screams muffled by his own thoughts racing. Steve picked up the handmade spear and stared at the trailer door, now wide open. He wasn’t going to lose anyone today, not if he could help it,

“Henderson do not fucking think about coming back over, I’ll be back in a minute. I promise.”

Steve bolted out the door, not bothering to hear Dustin’s response, trying to find Eddie’s dumbass. The screeching from the bats was a dead giveaway as they circled just around the edge of the trailer park. Steve felt his stomach drop and fill with panic but now was not the time to think of the endless horrifying possibilities.

“Eddie!! Eddie, come on please!” Steve loudly pleaded. There was no response and Steve felt his chest seizing. Running as fast as he could to where Eddie was, there he saw thousands of those goddamn bats surrounding a dark mass on the ground.

Oh god.

“EDDIE!!!!” Steve screamed and forced his way through the bats, fighting them as best he could. Dropping to his knees with what felt like millions of tiny knives piercing his skin, he tried shielding Eddie from them. Wrapping his whole body around him, shaking and pleading to whoever was out there to keep him alive. The screeching got louder and louder around them and it started sounding like their names being called out. No, it was their names he heard and it was coming from Dustin. 

Fear flooded his whole body, frantically searching for the kid and realizing the bats scattered on the ground. He saw Dustin running towards them and felt a cold hand on his neck, “Steve, what are you doing?”

“What am I doing?! What are you doing, you could’ve been killed!” Steve didn’t even try to hide the panic in his voice. He scanned Eddie’s body in his arms, blood soaked into his clothing. He gently lifted Eddie’s shirt earning a hiss from him in response and all he saw was red,

“Well this is definitely a more exciting way to go out,” Eddie laughed, which was muffled by the blood spilling out of his mouth. Dustin joined them on the ground, hands shaking as he tried to help any way he could. Steve quickly ripped his own jacket off, holding up Eddie’s hips with his knees and Dustin holding up his shoulders to tie it around his gaping wound. He tied it off as tight as he could to stop the bleeding earning another groan from Eddie, Steve’s hands returned to cup Eddie’s face. 

“You are a goddamn idiot, Munson, what the hell were you thinking?!” Steve barely huffed out, trying to slow down his breathing and make sure Dustin wouldn’t do anything stupid. Eddie just furrowed his eyebrows and frowned, placing his hands over Steve’s,

“I wanted to be a hero, be brave like you said. I didn’t run away this time, right?”

A tear fell onto Eddie’s nose, Steve hadn’t even noticed he was crying. This was his doing, if he hadn’t gotten so overwhelmed in his stupid crush then Eddie would be safe and back home. 

“No you didn’t run away, but Eds this isn’t what I meant. You are already a hero, I mean Henderson here worships the ground you walk on and I cannot lose you okay? I can’t” Steve’s voice cracked as more tears fell from his cheeks. Eddie closed his eyes for a moment,

“This was supposed to be my year. I felt it in my bones and I promised my uncle, but why should I have believed I was meant for anything other than ending up like my piece of shit dad or dying now I suppose.”

Dustin hiccuped and hugged Eddie’s waist, Steve could just make out his muffled sobs putting a hand on his shoulder. Steve turned back to Eddie just for him to already be looking at him, he took one of Eddie’s hands into his own and squeezed, “You are nothing like your dad, you are going to graduate and get out of this fucking town I am going to make sure of it. You are one of the best people I ever met and I honestly don’t think I wanna partake in a world where you aren’t in it.”

Eddie gasped, his eyes pricking with tears and he thought even as he lay there dying, there  was nowhere else he wanted to be in that moment. Until self doubt took over and he thought this might be the ultimate joke on him, to have his crush lie to his face on his deathbed. Steve noticed Eddie’s heartbreak because without a moment’s hesitation, he cupped his face with his left hand and pressed their lips together. 

It was fleeting and gentle like Eddie was made of porcelain that Steve couldn’t bear to break, which just made him want more. Nothing else really mattered to Eddie in that moment, smiling as wide as he could until it hurt and all he tasted was iron. Steve pressed their foreheads together,

“I was wondering, after all this, would you wanna go on a date? Friday night at the old diner by Highland park?”

“Thought you’d never ask, Harrington,” Steve laughed, wiping tears away. He watched as Eddie slowly closed his eyes again and waited for him to open them again. But he didn’t. 

Steve nudged his cheek slightly, nothing. Steve’s breath quickened once more and he searched for any sign of movement on Eddie’s face and still he didn’t move. A sob made its way through Steve’s throat and his vision blurred with tears, he refused to believe he was gone. So like the fantasy he wanted this to be, he kissed him again, completely holding his face and molding their lips together. He left small kisses on every inch of his skin he had access to, his sobs eventually taking over. 

Steve buried his face in Eddie’s neck and cried, pleading with god to bring him back and that it should have been him instead. He hadn’t noticed Robin and Nancy approaching the three of them, he just wanted to hear Eddie’s voice again. 

***

“Steve, it’s been three days. You need to go home and get some rest,” Robin begged him for the seventh time that morning. Still Steve sat there unmoving from his chair beside Eddie’s hospital bed. 

“I’m not leaving him, I need to be here when he wakes up,” Steve kept his gaze on Eddie’s peaceful face, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of his hand beside him. 

Robin sighed and left the room to check on Max a few rooms down, which she still hadn’t the heart to tell Steve about. She thought it would probably send him over the edge so she waited, praying for the first time in her life for Eddie to wake up. 

Steve picked up the walkman he’d set on the bedside table, putting the headphones on pressing play. Metallica, something he never thought he would ever find himself listening to and now it was the only thing that brought him some sort of peace. Maybe because it belonged to Eddie and maybe because he felt closer to him listening to it. He couldn’t decide.

He found himself staring out the window, as the music filled his senses and he could pull away from real life for a moment. Something he happened to do a lot due to the amount of shit he’s been through the past few years, not that he told anyone. His eyes were closed, tuning everything out except the music when he felt something in his hand twitch. He paid it no mind until it happened again, so he opened his eyes to find beautiful brown ones staring back at him.

Steve thought he was dreaming, tears reforming in his eyes again. He knew he should call the nurse or the doctor but Eddie smiled at him, dimples on full display and he couldn’t help himself. He lunged forward and it was like Eddie read his mind, pulling him in by the hair to crush their lips together. Steve’s hands found their way to Eddie’s face, cupping it gently while Eddie’s fingers dug into his scalp making Steve moan in pleasure. 

Steve’s tongue ran along Eddie’s bottom lip as a tender plea and he happily obliged him with a soft moan turned strained groan from the pressure Steve was unknowingly putting on his hips. Steve pulled away almost immediately, leaving Eddie pouting slightly, “M’sorry honey, are you okay?”

Eddie’s breath was knocked out of him at the pet name Steve gave him, was he trying to kill him (again)?  He only nodded in response, opening his arms for him to join him on the small bed. Steve gently climbed in beside him, twisting their legs together and putting his head on his chest just above his heart. 

“I thought I lost you,” Steve whispered.

“Not a chance, Stevie. We have a date, remember? I couldn’t just stand you up!” Eddie giggled softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Steve smiled and looked up at Eddie who brushed his thumb against his cheek,

“Promise me this is real.”

“This is real, I promise you,” Steve stated sincerely before shifting forward to press their lips together again. Nothing is ever easy in this town but somehow they both knew they would always make it work.

#this is one of the longest fics i've written in a long time #steddie brainrot #steddie #please give this notes i beg of thee #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #robin and steve are iconic besties #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things 4 spoilers #stranger things 4 vol 2 #stranger things vol 2 spoilers #st

[beckkeep]

Zinc Plays Let’s Go Pikachu!

Episode 1: I AM NOT IN CONTROL OF MY LIFE PLEASE HELP

Alright, so I know what some of you are thinking.

"He’s doing this again? Why bother?”

That’s a fair question.

Anyway.

My name is Riley Zinc and I’m a college dropout and genuine disappointment.

I hope you enjoy as I flounder through the land of Pokemon and yearn for real, intimate relationships in my actual life.

Oh. Uh. I overshared again, didn’t I? Didn’t even wait for you to ask.

Ah, thank you. He annoys me already and I can’t explain why.

I understand now. Carry on.

I hope it doesn’t land me in crippling debt in the end!

So am I playing a game, or is this a game within a game? Or was that introduction a game and now I’m out of the game in the—

Nevermind.

That’s just my face.

Ooh, the outdoors. Haven’t been out here in... months. It’s so cheery, it makes it hard to wallow in my own self-pity.

I suppose I should speak with the professor first, right? Or am I wrong? Am I making the right choice?

I see I chose poorly.

Ditching Flint, I wandered to the north to find Professor Oak, practicing his Snow White lines for the yearly Pallet Town Play.

He always gets to be the main star. I’m usually a shrub.

I’m not bitter.

: o

Is it really that strange? The Viridian Forest isn’t too far away. Wait, it’s not stalking me, is it?

Just to be safe, allow me to stuff it into this tiny, magical container.

Has a human being ever been caught in a Pokeball? Did the person come back out intact, or were its bones and organs crushed into a little sphere?

You know this is a video game and not the real Flint because doesn’t give me mocking nicknames. I kind of prefer this Flint now.

What are you plotting? Why would you smile at me as if you were happy?

This Pikachu is about to regret wanting to come with me. ... Though I suppose a cute nickname wouldn’t hurt, right?

"So cute!” said Flint, “No one will suspect it if I taught this tiny bastard Covet and stole their shit!”

Um. Thanks? I threw a ball at it. Do you lack depth perception?

Am I being insensitive?

Please don’t ask us to scatter your ashes across Kanto. That’s... awkward.

Have you ever heard of Bulbapedia?

Oh. Did I... just negate your life’s work?

I’m so sorry please pretend I didn’t say that.

Are you ready to be let down, Chupin?

"Through some mysterious force”? It’s native to Kanto.

I have a mom who’s not dead?!

Wait! Please, don’t go...!

She locked the door.

Alright.

Hello?

Oh god, what happens when you mow the lawn and it’s in the ground?

May as well give it an appropriate name for this run.

For having an entire musical number about traveling to Viridian City, it’s not all that hard to get to.

The mart man then gave me a package to give to Professor Oak because I can’t say no without wilting.

Hm. I’m pretty sure I already got a sunburn just from being outside for ten minutes. It’s not great.

No.

I know you taught that thing to pickpocket! I don’t want to see it!

Uh, electrocute it, I suppose.

Chupin doesn’t have pockets to pick.

Yes, I felt that second-hand embarrassment. You don’t have to bring it up.

I think Chupin enjoyed that Eevee touching his butt.

I knew it.

Your head is so large. How do you pull your shirt over it?

Hm. What to do?

Yes, that’s a good idea.

Wait WAIT I DON’T WANT TO MUG THE CHILD. CAN I GIVE THE MONEY BACK?

No one can find out we mugged that child. Speak of this to no one.

How is this even a certified gym if it’s always closed? Isn’t a gym leader’s job to stand there and take challengers? What kind of business would someone like this be involved in that would take them away from this responsibility?

Nevermind. Let’s just go to the next gym.

Is that a weed?

No, but it is phallic. Shouldn’t take too long to defeat, at least.

Is it... going to do anything...? Um.

When in doubt, sprint away from socially awkward situations and hope you will never face that person again during your lifetime!

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