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i waited for you | j.seresin
GENRE: ANGST to FLUFF | jake ‘hangman’ seresin x f!reader | WC: 1.7k
in which hangman misses an important date in with his girl.
AN: gear up yall. ur fav fluff writer is trying something new. kidding im prob not ur fav but i literally love every single one of you who likes, comments, and reblogs. the support has been helping me sm mentally. so much love to you all.
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You were sitting on the couch, flipping through you and Jake’s wedding photo album. There were some polaroids missing from the book, which made you wonder what had happened to them. Little did you know, Jake had taken them into his plane for safekeeping, and when he missed you on long missions. Today was supposed to be you and Jake’s night in and it was supposed to begin at 8pm. You looked over the clock, reading a depressing 11pm. You sighed and unlocked your phone, a picture of Jake posing after hiking up one of the Yellowstone Park trails shining back at you. The house was lonely without him, the uneaten food you had prepared for your night in lie untouched, the tv still sitting on Netflix’s home page. You had taken the two blankets you’d laid out for yourself and him, and your pet cat snuggled up into your chest further as you adjusted to check your phone.
There were no messages from Jake, and you swallowed back the lump in your throat appearing. Has he forgotten? Have you done something? You locked your phone again, the darkness of your living room surrounding you. You considered texting Phoenix and asking if they were running a late training session, but you didn’t want to run the risk of your heart getting broken further. You resorted to scrolling on Instagram, pictures of your close friends and their happy relationships all over. The sight made you begin to cry, wondering what you had done to make Jake forget. He knew how excited you were for this night, because you rarely got to spend nights with him. Jake had seemed excited for it as well, but apparently he wasn’t based off of him standing you up.
The silence of the house was beginning to get too much for you, so you gathered up your hot chocolate and blanket to take into your shared bedroom. As you were getting up, a key rattled in your front door, and a Hangman appeared in your front hallway. You made eye contact from your position in the living room, standing with his academy sweatshirt and a blanket thrown over your torso. His eyes softened, clearly remembering what was supposed to happen tonight.
“Sweetheart–”
You set the cat on the ground, standing your ground in the middle of the house. Even with his warm presence, the house felt eerily silent with the tension in the room.
“I don’t even wanna hear it, J,” you snapped back at him, almost regretting it when you saw his crestfallen expression. You turned to face away from him, trudging up the stairs loudly for dramatic effect. If he was gonna be a dick, then you had every right to be dramatic. You slammed the shared bedroom door, making Jake cringe from his spot downstairs.
EARLIER
The F-18s flew around in the sky, their speed making it impossible to keep track of them. A surprise spot check had come from the Admiral today, and he had decided to pop in during one of the most difficult training days. Mission leaders were directing their squadron from the ground, solely relying on communication. The aviators in the sky were given a difficult flight path, relying on their mission leaders to guide them on what they were supposed to do. Hangman felt that this was coming close to the rough training they did when preparing for the Uranium mission.
Him and Rooster were each directing their own daggers. Rooster had taken Fanboy and Payback, and Hangman had taken Phoenix and Bob.
“Left!” Hangman barked, hyper aware of the presence of the Admiral behind him. They were coming close to the end of the mission, and he was praying his leadership skills would be able to pull through. Phoenix and Bob made a harsh turn in the sky, and now the only thing that was left was the landing. The admiral had insisted they try a more difficult landing, claiming that landings were an area the Navy lacked in. Rooster had rolled his eyes at that, muttering under his breath,
“You try landing an F-14 with one engine.”
“What was that, Lieutenant Bradshaw?”
“Oh nothing, sir.”
Hangman was full on yelling at Phoenix and Bob, but they didn’t take notice. Their landing was rough, but the Admiral had given a casual hmph at it. Better than nothing, Hangman had thought as Phoenix and Bob clammored out of their jet.
“Jesus, is it normal to have an admiral make you fly at 10pm?”
Hangman’s heart dropped. “Wait, what time did you just say it was?”
“Ten?” Bob asked incredulously, suspicious of Hangman’s shocked expression. “The exercise took longer than expected, I guess–”
“No shit, Bob!” Hangman snapped at him. Phoenix instantly stepped in to defend him, but Bob had told her it was fine when he realized Hangman was mumbling profanities under his breath.
“I had plans with my wife! We were gonna have our first date night since the Uranium plant!” He cried out, and Phoenix’s mouth formed an O. Hangman rushed into the hangar, stripping out of his flight suit urgently. He shoved it into his duffel bag and grabbed his car keys, his brain overloading. He jogged past Phoenix and Bob, bidding them good night before picking up into a full sprint. He swears he’s never driven that fast before.
“I should’ve just flown the plane,” he muttered to himself while frantically switching lanes to get home faster.
Hangman knocked softly on the door to your bedroom, letting himself in after you had refused to respond. You were changing into a tank top and shorts, and Hangman awkwardly leaned against the bed post. You ignored his presence, getting under the duvet as quickly as possible.
“Can we talk about this?” He asked softly, not liking how you were giving him the silent treatment.
“I feel forgotten,” You finally spoke to him, meeting his eyes. His expression softened at the statement, and he opened his mouth to say something but was cut off harshly.
“No, I’m going to speak my feelings before you start apologizing. I get that work takes first priority, but seriously Jake? The one time we made plans! You knew how excited I was to sit and hang out with you. I’ve been looking forward to this since you got back last week. I wanted time with my husband after the Navy ripped him away from me again to send him on a death mission. And now that you’re back, I can’t even get that? God, it’s like I shouldn’t even be trying anymore because it’s not even worth it!”
Tears began to slip down your face, and Jake felt like his heart was going to explode. His one weakness was your tears. When you both were at the base the day he was leaving for the mission, he saw you cry. He instantly wasn’t sure if he could go on the mission, and even let some tears out of his own. The team still teases him about it.
“Sweetheart, I planned on getting off at five today. I had an order to pick up your favorite flowers set, and even bought that stupid 10 Things I Hate About You movie on DVD for you. Well, Phoenix gave it to me. But, I brought it because I thought it would be more special to watch on DVD. I would never plan on standing you up, and I hope we’re solid enough in our relationship to at least believe that. Look, I don’t want to just give you excuses, but the admiral stopped by today. He’s been doing surprise visits to all of the bases and he wanted to see the Uranium teams in action to see if we were all that we’ve been cracked up to be. He had us run those stupid flight paths you know I hate. I was going to text you during break, but Rooster got caught texting his wife and the Admiral threatened to make his team run until 12.”
Your mouth fell open, the tears drying out on your face. Are you fucking kidding me?
“Your admiral has shit timing, J,” you told him after a couple moments of silence, in shock at the whole thing. Of course the admiral would put Jake through the ringer on the one day you had made plans to finally spend quality time together. Jake reached over into his flight suit, pulling a DVD out of his flight suit. He plopped it down on the bed, a grin overtaking his gorgeous features.
“Oh my God, you actually did!” You squealed, opening the DVD up.
“Of course I did gorgeous. I thought it would be more special on DVD or something,” he chuckled nervously, climbing onto the bed beside you. You instantly felt bad for berating him.
“I’m sorry–”
Jake clamped a hand over your mouth at the two words.
“Did you yell at me to hurt me unfairly?”
“No.”
“Then there are absolutely no apologies necessary. I should’ve communicated somehow. I hate seeing you cry, gorgeous.”
You blushed at the nickname, it still managed to get you after all the years you’ve spent together. It had begun to rain during Jake’s apology, and he looked outside to see the droplets.
“Now would be a great time to kiss you,” he said cornily before leaning in to encapture your lips with his. He reached in front of you during the kiss, one hand still on your jaw. He grabbed the DVD and pulled away to hold it up in front of you.
“Is it too late to watch?”
“It’s never too late for Heath Ledger, Jake Seresin,” you told him, giggling. He smiled at your laugh before giving a chaste kiss to your lips.
“I’ll go get the snacks, you plug it in,” you told him, breaking your kiss and sliding off the bed. A moment later you popped your head back into the doorway, seeing Jake propping up your pillows the way you liked them. He had also plugged in your heating pad, making you smile. “Do we need more blankets?”
“Whatever you think, baby.”
“Make sure to be careful with Phoenix’s disc!”
“Yes ma’am, I got it sweets.”
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sinnabee · 2 years
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as often seems to be the case @gigiree and i have gotten into the same thing around the same time and been having some fun ideas :D oooh i also had fun trying out a different brush than my pencil texture one for this!
below the cut is two little blurbs we wrote (first one gigi, second one sinna) about an idea we had!! idk if it’ll ever be more than some cute little scenes but we wanted to share! there is definitely a doc of planning and shit in my folders but again we’ll see if anything ever really gets written
POV: You are just a dude. Just a regular little fella (gender neutral) who works from home, makes lots of zoom calls, and lives in a cozy little house on the outskirts of a small town. Recently you are sure that there is SOMETHING (some-things??? Mothman????) living in the woods off your back porch, and honestly you’re about ready to throw hands with it if it knocks over your FUCKING TRASH CANS AGAIN.
Excerpt by @gigiree
You squint up at the glaring red eyes cutting through the inky darkness between the trees, a good five feet or more above your very human head.
You blink once, rub your eyes and pinch your cheek. The red lights are still there, narrowed in what you would have called amusement if there’d been an actual face to put them into context.
You point a finger up at them, threateningly.
“Fuck this. Fuck you. I don’t have the energy tonight for this cryptid fuckery. Are you the one who knocked down my trash cans and didn’t put them back?”
There’s a distinct fuzzy sound then, like someone tuning into bad radio frequency. The hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end, and like you always do when you get scared, you rely on your pride. The little shards of pride you have left, rearranged to poke and prod your spine into formation until you actually resemble some sort of intelligent vertebrate.
You straighten your spine. And straighten your middle finger in The Thing’s general direction.
“Good night, Big Devil Mothfoot .” You say, in a mad bout of daring. Worst case, this thing tears you to shreds and you don’t have to show up to Zoom work tomorrow. Sounds like a sweet deal.
But wonder of shitty wonders, a long, spidery appendage slides past the tree cover, silvery bells catching the faint moonlight. And the red eyes are accompanied by a giant, clawed hand giving the one-finger salute too.
Seventh wonder of the world, this ain’t, but it’s nuts enough to get a witch’s cackle bursting past the knot of fear in your throat.
Excerpt by @sinnabee
You swallow down your laughter and continue to stare up at the lights swaying menacingly above your head. They're just...hanging out, you guess. The weird spider-y arm slunk it's way back into the shadows. The longer you stare at it the more you feel like your eyes were adjusting, and you could see the faint outline of...something there in the tree. Like, lots of long skinny appendages sticking out every which way in order to keep it suspended up there. It was becoming kind of ridiculous, the longer you looked at it.
"Listen," you say, voice coming back stronger now with the thought that whatever this thing was was desperately trying to hold itself in place in order to scare you, "I don't care if you dig through the trash cans. You can kick the shit out of them if you want.
As you watched, the lights narrowed even further and the whatever the hell was holding them rotated. Alright, that one creeped you out.
"Y-Yeah. Just - just put them back in the morning, and don't put any holes in the bottom. As long as the trash guys will still take them, I don't care."
You stare at the lights for a few more tense seconds. You blink, but by the time you’ve opened your eyes, they're gone.
You frown and glare harder at the trees, as though squinting angrily would make them come back.
"Fuckin rude. Whatever, Big Devil Mothfoot. Just put my cans back next time!" You shout the last words into the darkness and turn around to head back across the yard and into the comforting light of your home. There's a static-y laugh that echoes way too close behind you and causes you to sprint the last few steps.
You slam the screen door shut, but make sure to flip the back porch off for good measure.
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ratt-trap-afton · 2 years
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Some pen doods of my boys along with a mini comic for @chaotic-anon-fandom-stuff 's upcoming superstar sleepover
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eddies-sweethearts · 10 months
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"you two really deserve each other, you know that?" the words seethe out between thin lips. "the freak and the witch".
eddie x y/n
follows the events of s4. multichapter.
tw: parental death, bullying, show level violence/horror/paranormal, smoking and drug use. dont smoke cigarettes kids, its gross.
y/n uses she/her pronouns but is otherwise description free except for clothing aesthetics. minors dni.
“You want something, freak?”
Jason Carver stood; a smug, tight-lipped look screwed onto his face like he was the almighty savior of Hawkins, Indiana. Your tolerance for him, already at a baseline low, was long gone after being forced to listen to his insane, egotistical ramblings at the pep rally that morning. And now, here he was, puffing up his tiny chest at Eddie. You always hoped one day someone would put him in his place. Jason was nothing more than a future high school has been, though you were the only one who apparently realized that fact. Sure, Eddie gave him the occasional jeers and taunts, but it wasn't enough. You wanted to see him crumble.
“Hey Jason!” you shout before the words fully formulated in your mind. The usual deafening chatter of the cafeteria lulls. Heads snapping to look at you, Jason's included as he whips his head around, spotting you in the back of the open room. Your feet atop the cracked off-white table, worn Doc Martens leaving a scuff mark where they were perched, leather clad arms folded in front of your chest as you fix the jock with a cold stare. You could feel the pairs of eyes boring into you, tongues held behind sharp teeth as they waited to see what you were going to do next. This was a far departure from the way you normally keep to yourself, moving about the day as if you didn't notice a thing going on around you. You gave off an air of being completely unbothered, untouched by the world you inhabited. If only they all knew how hard you work to seem so detached. This sudden outburst was granting you far more attention than either Eddie or Jason's usual antics had gotten. A heat erupts throughout your body but whether it was from the annoyance you couldn't hold back any longer or the attention you consistently avoided, you weren't sure.
Letting out a big, loud snap of your gum, you grin. “Why don't you shut the fuck up, dickwad?”
A scandalized gasp echoes through the room. Jason's eyes narrow at you in that way he thought was intimidating. All it did was make you angrier, resolving you even more to wipe the floor with his pompous face.
“What'd you say to me?” he asks hotly.
You kick off from the table, chair toppling backwards as you stood. Heads follow you as you walk forward. Eddie practically turns his entire body from where he was still standing on top of the table, following as you move towards Jason. You let your hips sway naturally, casually, as if you were just walking over to ask him about science class.
“I said,” your gum snaps, punctuating each word as you repeat, “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
Standing directly in front of him the cloud of overused cologne he was doused in engulfs you. He smells like the mall department store's makeup counter. You watch as the apple of his throat wavers slightly, and that almost puts a real smile on your face.
“You two really deserve each other, you know that?” The words seethe out between thin lips. “The freak,” his eyes fell to Eddie momentarily before darting back to yours, “And the witch.”
You let the old taunt roll off you. It's been thrown at you in spits and through whispers so often that it's meaning barely registers anymore. Eddie, never one to miss a chance to poke a growling bear, sticks his tongue out in response, hands on his head to make horns like the devil himself.
“Prick,” Jason spits, turning all his ire back on Eddie as if you aren't the one invading his personal space.
You grab Jason by the jaw, chipped black nails digging slightly into his cheeks as you draw him closer, speaking in a near whisper. “Don't act like you don't think about me late at night, Jason. Munson might wish I'd give him a chance,” your gaze slides towards Eddie as you control Jason's head, making him look, too, at the way Eddie was watching you with manic glee. “But you?” you twist Jason back, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “You wish I would destroy you." The apple of his throat bobs, and behind his eyes something like fear and recognition flickers. "Didn't you know?," you whisper, "witches can read minds.”
Releasing him roughly, you push Jason just enough to make him stumble over his chair. He lands in the seat with a hard thud and a dumbstruck look on his face that he tries to fix before anyone notices. The other jocks don't move beyond staring at you and then back at Jason as he rubs at the indents your nails made. You hiss at them, smirking at the way one of the younger ones jumps. They really are terrified of you.
Adrenaline courses through you like fire. You definitely need a cigarette to calm you down before the next period starts. You leave Jason and his cronies, heading for the cafeteria entrance. You look at Eddie's table as you walk by, biting your cheek to hide a smirk at the way he was beginning to terrorize some girl, screaming about killing kids or whatever he was going on about. You hadn't really been paying attention to what he was doing before Jason interrupted and annoyed you. Maybe some people thought Eddie was obnoxious and awful, but you liked that he never seemed to shy away from being exactly who he was, even in the face of scorn.
You could hear Jason's voice getting louder as he starts to taunt you already twisting the narrative so it doesn't seem like he was three seconds away from wetting his pants. You turn your middle finger up to the whole room as you exit for the girl's bathroom.
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The bathroom is dark and dank, graffiti etched across the walls and into the back of stall doors. More than a few epitaphs were about you, but you stopped reading them a long time ago. You stride across the room, kicking over the janitor's bucket that was permanently being used to catch a leak dripping from the ceiling. One foot up on the bucket you stretch up to crack open the filthy window, throwing your chewed up gum outside. You put the bucket back in its place before wedging yourself in the corner, one foot up on the sink. Digging into your boot you pull out the lighter and cigarette you keep hidden in there. Lighting up, you take a calming drag in, letting your head fall back against the cracked tile wall and closing your eyes. You stayed like that for awhile, dark lipstick staining the cigarette each time you bring it back up to your lips, the water drip-drip-dripping into the bucket the only sound rippling through your perfect solitude.
The door slams open, forcing you to wave away the cloud of smoke from your last exhale frantically as you hide the cigarette behind your back. Chrissy Cunningham stands at the entrance, arms clutching tight around her chest, watery eyes staring at you. Or rather through you, like you weren't even there at all. You nod at her, hoping for some kind of camaraderie, just two girls hiding away from all the high school bullshit in a grimy bathroom. You wonder how her parents would feel seeing their perfect daughter surrounded by filth. Her eyes are hollow, haunted as her chin tucks into her chest and she pulls the stall door shut without so much as an acknowledgment that you exist. You take the cigarette out from behind your back, pulling another slow drag.
It stung. Hawkins was the loneliest place in the world. Everyone so paranoid, so afraid of anything that they saw as different. A deck of cards, that's all it had taken to ostracize you. You'd been playing with them the way your mother taught you to, but it frightened the adults because it wasn't what people here did. The rumors engulfed you. You lost friends. Mothers crossed the street with their children if they saw you walking towards them, conversations went silent as you walked by, only bothering to murmur when people thought you were out of ear shot. You'd leaned into it though. If this town was going to treat you like a pariah you might as well give them something to wonder about. So you wear your clothes darker than most would like, and listen to music that was too loud and too angry. You hiss and you cackle and you glare at everyone, even when your heart is breaking because their eyes never fully meet yours.
You debate fishing a second cigarette out of your boot as you flick the ash from your current one into the watery bucket. When the door swings open a second time, you don't even bother trying to hide your smoking, letting a cloud linger in front of you. Being yelled at by a teacher would at least be a good distraction from the tightness in your chest.
But it's just Max Mayfield. She looks back towards the door like maybe she ought to leave, but then she winces, putting her hand up to the side of her head.
“I don't bite, promise,” you say to her, edging out the harshness you've grown accustomed to speaking with just a little, so she knows you mean it.
“Sorry,” she says, pulling out of whatever pained her, “Didn't expect anyone to be in here.”
“I won't tell if you don't,” you wave your cigarette at her, the slightest grin settling on your lips. Relaxing, Max throws her backpack up on the sink to dig through it. A bottle of Tylenol appears and she dry swallows two pills. You watch as she clutches the sink in front of her, staring at herself in the mirror. You wonder what she sees there, if she feels the same kind of twisted hate that overwhelms you whenever you look at yourself for too long.
You take the last drag of your cigarette, stubbing the rest out on the bottom of your boot. Kicking the bucket back over, you perform your balance act once again and flick the butt out of the cracked window. You start to make your move to leave when the sound of Chrissy retching catches both yours and Max's attention.
“Hey, you alright?” Max speaks up first, looking at the stall with concern.
“Y-yes I'm…I'm fine.” The shake in Chrissy's voice, punctuated by the sound of her spitting, isn’t very convincing.
Tentatively, Max steps towards the stall. “Okay, um, are you sure?”
“Please just go away.”
Max looks to you, awash with concern and uncertainty. You don't know her very well, except that her step-brother had died in the mall fire last summer. You always thought Billy was a bit of a show-off and an asshole, but Max seems like an alright kid. It's okay, you mouthed to her, nodding your head towards the door. She waits until you lean back against the wall before finally giving you a nod of acknowledgment and leaves the bathroom.
“Are you deaf? I said go away!”
The outburst startles you. You hadn't made any noise, and even if you had you doubt Chrissy would've heard you over the sound of the toilet flushing. You start to think maybe you should have left, that whatever Chrissy is doing really isn't any of your business but something holds you rooted to that spot.
“Mom?”
Your brows knit together, unsure if you heard her right. Leaving your bag on the floor, you take a quiet step forward. With every step closer the light above the stall Chrissy is in flickers. Before you can even approach the door, she's screaming.
“Chrissy!” you yell for her as her screaming becomes erratic.
“Go away! Go away!” she shouts over and over again, but it doesn’t really seem like she's yelling at you. You're honestly not sure she even knows you're there at all.
“You're really freaking me out now, just come out of there. Please!” The light flickers violently, matching the way Chrissy's panicked cries echo through the room. Too scared to reach for the door, all you can do is plead for her to stop.
And then it does. You can hear her panicked breathing as the stall opens and she steps out tentatively. “Did…did you see that?”
You didn't even realize how fast your heart had been pounding in your chest. Your shoulders, rigid with tension, dip ever so slightly as you clutch the nearest sink for support. You try to steady your own erratic breathing. “Are you fucking high? Are you having a bad trip or something?”
“Forget it,” she says sharply, wiping at her eyes. You didn't mean to anger her, but you have no other explanation for what happened. “Why are you still here anyway? I told you to go away.���
A bitter laugh escapes you. “Fuck me for being concerned, I guess,” you grab your bag roughly from the stained floor. “Contrary to popular belief, I'm not actually heartless. Not that you would remember that.”
“I'm sorry.” For a moment, she sounded like the girl you used to have sleepovers with.
“Whatever,” you shrug, reaching for the door handle just as the bell rings.
“Y/N!” Chrissy's hand catches your upper arm, forcing you to look at her. “Can we talk? After school?”
You should be angry at her or scared or something but all you feel is sad when you look into her eyes. You don't know what she's going through but it must be horrible if the way she was screaming is any indication. “Yeah, okay,” you agree, reluctantly. “Meet me by the old picnic table in the woods.”
“Thanks,” she exhales with relief, letting go of you. You follow her out into the hallway, jostled by the crowd moving to their next class. You watch until she's fully disappeared from your sight, unable to shake the last lingering sense of fear that’s storming through your chest.
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Sitting on top of the old picnic table, your right leg anxiously moves up and down, foot drumming on the bench as you fiddle with an unlit cigarette between your fingers. The thought of talking to Chrissy had been gnawing at you through the rest of the school day. Maybe it was a prank, payback for what you did to Jason during lunch, but the sounds of Chrissy screaming in the bathroom echoes through your mind. Something was horribly wrong and you really don't know how you fit into it. You slide the cigarette back into its holding spot in your boot, picking instead at a piece of wood sticking up from the table until it pinches you.
“Shit,” you mutter, sucking at your finger. The sound of leaves rustling catches your attention and you stare into the tree line until Chrissy emerges, breathing hard as if she'd been chased there.
“You okay?” Standing and stepping down from the table, you look at her worriedly. She nods through her labored breathing, fingers running across the dainty chain that adorns her neck. “Chrissy…what is going on with you?”
“I-I don't know. I don't know,” she shakes her head, hands coming up to cover her face. You'd never seen her so distressed.
“Hey,” you say, gently, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder but thinking better of it. “It's alright.”
“I'm losing my mind, Y/N. Something awful is just…” she looks behind her suddenly, her voice trailing, “…hanging over me.” Nothing appears in the woods except a squirrel hurrying up a tree.
“No one is going to see us out here, if that's what you're worried about,” you say, begrudgingly.
“It's not that. Sorry, I just…I don't know how to explain anything.”
“It's fine.” She isn’t making a bit of sense, and she isn't your friend, but you find yourself wanting to put her at ease, somehow.
Silence passes between the two of you, stiff and chilling. You walk back to the picnic table, reclaiming your seat on top of it and pulling the cigarette back out. You light it up, feeling your nerves calm from the first pull. You don't like the energy surrounding you, the way it feels heavy and claustrophobic, even under the open sky of the woods. You were starting to think something really was hanging over Chrissy, and now, it hung over you too.
“Do you still have those tarot cards?” Chrissy asks suddenly, hands fidgeting in front of her.
You can't help the wide eyed look of surprise you give her, knowing full well what happened the last time you'd brought the deck out with her.
“Could you maybe, I don't know, could you do a reading for me? I think maybe it'll help me explain what I'm seeing. What I think I'm seeing.” A gnawing thought in the back of your mind wants you to tell her to fuck off, that she wasn't going to bait you into another excuse for this town to hate you, but she looks at you with such earnest desperation rounding her eyes that you can't help but feel she was being sincere. She is asking for your help even though you are the last person she’d probably ever turn to if she needed it.
You want to probe her more to understand what she was even talking about, but another rustling of dead leaves catches the air around you, making her jump.
“Whoa! Sorry,” Eddie chuckles when Chrissy bounces off his chest. “Didn't mean to scare you.” He softens after taking in her fully terrified face. “You okay?”
She nods, but then looks back at you. “Y/N?”
“Come by tonight. After the game.”
Chrissy smiles at that, exhaling a breath she had been holding. “Thanks,” she says, sincerely, giving Eddie a smile too before leaving you both alone.
“So that was…weird,” Eddie drawls, watching as Chrissy goes before approaching the table. He shrugs out of his vest and jacket, laying them down on the bench next to your feet. “Didn't know you two were close again.”
“We're not,” you answer slowly, pulling your cigarette from your lips to offer to him. Callused fingers slide against yours as he takes it happily, mouth fitting over the stains from your lipstick. “And what do you mean 'again'?”
“Didn't you two used to be best buds?” His words blow around the cigarette in smoke. You reach out snatching the cigarette back from his lips and putting it between your own, inhaling deep and slow. “You did that whole cheer thing at the talent show,” he looks up from rummaging through his black lunch box to mime pumping pom-poms in the air. You can't help but laugh.
“How do you remember that?”
“Honestly,” he grins at you, nose scrunching up, “I have no idea why I remember it, but I do. It was pretty cool. Can't really imagine you in a cheerleading skirt nowadays.”
“Oh yeah?” you smirk, nudging the skin of his knee that pokes out from his ripped jeans with your boot. “What can you imagine me in then?” You swear his cheeks blush where you can see them through the curtain of hair that hides most of his face while he's still bent over the lunchbox. You inhale on the cigarette again, letting out a snort as you exhale, “Wasn't as cool as you though, was it? Shredding on that old beat up guitar, screaming lyrics absolutely no one could understand.”
“Oh so you remember too?” Eddie raises his brows, smile brimming as he brings the joint he was rolling to his lips. He licks the paper, tongue darting out in a way you can't help but think about as obscene. You lean back on one hand, shrugging as you look away from him, not letting a smile fully form on your lips as you flick cigarette ash away from you both. “You must’ve had a crush on me,” he teases, nose scrunching as his head bends towards you.
“A girl never tells her secrets,” you quip, looking up at the sky, or at least the patches of grey you can see through the tree tops, avoiding his eyes. Your cigarette dangles loosely between the fingers of your right hand. You listen to the way Eddie flicks open his own lighter, foot fidgeting into the leaves next to you. You think you feel him staring at you, but you don't dare take your eyes off of the heavens above you. “Do you think I'm scary?” you ask out of the blue.
“Terrifying,” you can hear the grin in his voice, but when you finally look back towards him, Eddie’s eyes are on you, considering you with sincerity. “Maybe to Jason and those idiots, but,” Eddie pauses, laughing to himself and easing the moment before continuing, “I've seen you crying over that girly book so I know better than to buy into your act.”
“You were sworn to secrecy about that Munson!” You stick your cigarette out at him like a threat.
After your mother’s death, you used to wander around when you weren't ready to go back to your empty house. It was how you found the picnic table, and it quickly became your preferred spot to waste time at. Sometimes you did homework, but more often you just sat and enjoyed the peace. You didn't think anyone else knew about it, convinced yourself it was a secret all of your own, the one place you could go without anyone’s eyes boring holes through you. It was a surprise when Eddie turned up one afternoon. You'd hadn't even noticed him standing there, you were so engrossed in the book you were reading.
“That for O'Donnell's class?”
“Fuck!” you'd yelled, closing the book quickly and wiping at your eyes.
“Whoa, are you crying?” Eddie's mouth had dropped open, the corners of a snarky grin widening to reach his eyes. “Is this proof that Y/N L/N has a heart?”
“Shut up, Munson!” you yelled, embarrassment heating up your cheeks, “Shut up or I'll tell everyone you have tickets to see Kenny Rogers in Indianapolis!”
His eyes had widened, mouth dropping from his enamored smile to a shocked circle. “How the hell do you know about that?!”
“My dad says your uncle is super excited, he won't stop singing the songs during their breaks.”
Standing before you now, Eddie throws his hands up in innocence, joint held between his ringed fingers while he smiles at you incredulously. “I haven't told a soul, sweetheart.”
“Sense and Sensibility is very emotional,” you mumble, sticking the cigarette back between your lips as Eddie lets his hands down, his smile not fading one bit. When he leans in towards you, you could smell the mix of mint and tobacco on his breath. He takes the cigarette from you.
You go to grab it back but Eddie catches your wrist. Grinning down at you, you can feel the pad of his thumb swipe against your pulse before he lets your hand go. For just a beat your heart stammers and the whisper of a desire to lean forward and kiss him strums through you. You shake it off. You know how everyone sees you, even if Eddie doesn't act like it. Until you can escape this town it’s better to keep everyone at arms length, or further.
“For what it's worth, you're not scary either,” you say. You mean for it be teasing, but you say it with all the sincerity you feel. Eddie looks at you with those stupid brown eyes, contemplating you as if you were something wholly new and different from what he'd been looking at before. He takes a few steps back, sticking the newly rolled joint behind his ear, his frizzy hair hiding it. When you push away from the picnic table he holds your half smoked cigarette back at you. Instead of taking it you close the space between you with a large step, coming in so close you can see the faintest hint of stubble along the edge of his jaw. You reach up, and Eddie stares at you unblinking. Your fingers brush against the hair at his temple as you pluck the joint from his ear. A surprised "oh," comes from him, but he doesn't make any motion to stop you. You mock curtsy, "Pleasure doing business." He bows, playing along.
"Hey, um," Eddie calls to your back. "If you're not doing anything tonight while you're waiting for Cunningham, Hellfire is short one member."
Your right foot steps backward to pivot, grounding you as you sway with the offer Eddie's just shouted out. "I'm not really good at games. I can't even get through a round of Monopoly."
"It's not really like that," Eddie quiets, fingers twisting around locks of hair, covering his mouth as you stare at each other. He's so different from the fearless boy standing up on the cafeteria table, mocking the world while simultaneously daring it to taunt him back.
"Maybe," you say having to push the words passed the hard lump in your throat that was begging you to stay quiet, to keep your head down and stay safely hidden away. His smile in response was wide and effusive. You turned, before he could see the smile of your own break through, hard late winter grass crunching under your steps as Eddie shouts the time and place to your retreating back.
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mandiemegatron · 8 months
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A Lil wip sneak peek 👀
Thank you to @bakafuurever for the motivation to write, thank u bestie you're the best 💖✨️💕
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The first time Laws skin brushed yours, it was like a spark had run through his fingers as he handed you a cup of tea, crawling up his entire arm until the tingles settled at the back of his neck. You didn't notice how the tips of his ears burned, and he breathed a soft sigh of relief when you turned away. He locked himself in his office the rest of that night, his face buried in his hands as an irritated huff left him every once in a while.
Annoying.
The second time, your shoulders had bumped each others as you leaned on the railing up top, enjoying the last few moments of sun shine as it set for the day. He knew you loved sunsets, always finding you watching the sun fall into nothingness every time the sub was ascended and somehow found solace in spending those quiet moments with you.
His heart skipped a beat as you sighed, an almost lost look on your face as the sun finally disappeared beyond the waterline, looking up at him with a small smile. It skipped again as you thanked him for staying; he was unable to return the smile but gave a short nod instead, basking in the grin you gave in turn.
Incredibly annoying.
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Hehe, hope you enjoyed ✨️💖 hoping to finish this tonight and have it posted tomorrow ~
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preciouslandmermaid · 2 months
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I’m just curious about how people like to read !
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gayforchrollo · 2 years
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Chrollo Fluff
Themes include: Fluff, cuddling, praise, spoiling, loving massage, coddling, Y/N x Chrollo, self insert, androgynous Y/N
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Chrollo let out a long sigh, pinching his fingers to the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. The scheme he was planning was going to be the Troupe’s largest heist in months, and the very thought of pulling it off excited him. But like all other times he spent coming up with a plan, the task at hand was the only thing he found his mind able to focus on.
It was going on just about 13 hours of mapping and plotting, and to say he was tired was an understatement. His back ached from his famous bad posture he adopted while reading, and his eyes burned from staring at his papers with no break. Closing his eyes, Chrollo took a moment to lean back in the chair at his desk and relax his shoulders briefly.
Y/N peeked their head into the bedroom noticing that the sound of pen scratching paper had ceased to echo through the cracked door to the room. They had a habit of periodically stopping by and listening behind the door to check on their beloved. They knew Chrollo had a history of overworking himself and would stop by to make sure he took a break every now and then. It seemed as though Y/N was the only thing able to take Chrollo’s mind off of his work, and for that they were truly grateful. It felt good to tear him away from the stacks of paper on his desk and give him the pampering he well deserved.
They saw Chrollo was relaxed in his leather spinning chair. His back was to them, but it was clear he wasn’t sleeping based on the way he anxiously tapped his fingers on the armrest. Y/N smiled as they entered their shared bedroom and made their way to their favorite dork (a nickname they very lovingly gave him after a night of him drunkenly rambling about the different theories he had for the world) and they affectionately wrapped their arms around the back of the chair, entrapping Chrollo’s shoulders into an embrace.
“You’ve been at it for too long again huh, baby?” Of course they knew he was working on something intense, frankly when was he not? But he had a way of hiding just how much he worked himself.
“That easy to tell, hmm?” Chrollo smiled softly and raised his arms to tangle his fingers in Y/N’s hair. They gave him a pleased hum before placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. His hair smelled like cinnamon and chai, and never failed to make their stomach fill with warm, dancing butterflies. They removed their hands from around their lover and spun the chair so he was turned to face them. Moving their hands to cup Chrollo’s face, they leaned down and kissed his soft lips, taking his bottom lip between their teeth, giving it a soft, playful bite before pulling away.
“Come with me to bed, handsome. I think It’s high-time you took a nap.” They held out their hands and Chrollo compliantly took them, allowing Y/N to pull him out of his chair and lead the both of them to their bed. They gently pushed Chrollo onto the black, silken sheets before walking over to the other side and plopping themselves next to him. Chrollo shuffled closer to his love and curled himself up beside them, scooting himself so that his head rested on their chest. Y/N giggled softly and took Chrollo’s chin into their fingers, moving his head so that he looked into their eyes. There was a peaceful tranquility about the look their other-half always gave them, and it was just one of the many things about him that made their heart sing whenever the two were close.
“You’re so handsome, baby.” They smiled warmly down at Chrollo, snaking their free hand around his waist, pulling him closer. “Are you my pretty boy, Chrollo?” The hand on his chin moved so that they were tenderly cupping his cheek, and they began to slowly trace their thumb across his jawline. Chrollo started to develop a soft, rosy blush to his cheeks as he nodded his head slowly. Y/N smiled as they moved their head to place another tiny, loving kiss onto his forehead, placing it right in the center of his poetic tattoo. Chrollo moved his hand to reciprocate the affectionate touch Y/N was giving him, and his eyes sparkled as he gazed back into theirs.
“You’ve been working so very hard, my love.” They frowned ever-so-slightly at Chrollo, moving their thumb from his jawline to his lips, giving them a slow caress. “I think it’s time I spoiled you a little, don’t you think, my good boy?” Chrollo smiled up at Y/N, crinkling his nose slightly when they leaned down to kiss the tip of it. They scooted over and motioned for him to lay on his stomach to which he happily complied, even letting out a little excited huff as he plopped himself down. Y/N moved to sit on top of Chrollo, taking a moment to give his butt a playful squeeze before sitting on it. He let out a small whine of protest, though Y/N could see the happy smile on his face as he turned his head to the side, getting himself perfectly comfortable.
“Just relax for me, baby. I’m gonna help with your stiff shoulders.” They began to knead their fingers gingerly in between Chrollo’s shoulder blades, eliciting a heavy groan of pleasure from their lover’s throat. His eyes were closed completely and they could feel as his entire body went limp with obedience and trust, allowing them to work their magic on his overused back muscles. They moved their hands down his spine, taking time to work out every knot and kink they could find along his back. Y/N found themselves in somewhat of a trance as they worked on his body, only noticing the tiny snores coming from Chrollo after they were sure they couldn’t find any more stiffness. They smiled down at him, taking a moment to watch as Chrollo sleepily crinkled his nose and furrowed his brow, the way a kitten would when you stopped petting it.
“That worked well didn’t it, handsome boy?” His lips pressed together as if to say ‘I couldn’t agree more,’ but his exhaustion had already taken full grasp over him. Y/N slid off of his body and laid themselves next to him, reaching over to give his shoulder a gentle tug. Chrollo was one of those people who could easily be maneuvered in his sleep, almost as if he was sleepwalking. He silently rolled himself so that he was curled up against their body again, and nestled his face comfortably into the crook of their neck. Y/N quietly pulled the sheets over the both of them and rested their hand into the small of Chrollo’s back, giving out a happy hum. He had earned this sleep, and they felt they had earned it too. As the grip of unconsciousness began to take it’s hold on them, Y/N heard the barely audible, sleepy tone of their beloved’s voice mumble;
“I love you, Y/N. You’re everything to me.” They smiled as they felt themselves slip into sleep. There was nothing they wouldn’t do for Chrollo, but sometimes something as simple as spoiling him a little did more than the trick. And hearing his soft purrs while he dreamt was the only reward they could ever ask for.
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itsgothgirlthyme · 2 years
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tiny!steve x human!y/n
concept inspired by: @sviolet-sizefeels
5inch tiny!steve (café one shot)
fluff
lil bit of angst
perhaps fearplay?? a little
written 2nd person
be warned not perfect grammar probably lmao.
all lowercase, once i use my computer i’ll capitalize it (different version tho)
based off of plot i’m building for it
word count: 2,500
start:
“harrington, stop,” you muttered as the man was getting out of your purse. almost teetering the bag over so you held it back with your hand.
you’d wanted to get a cup of coffee, and you really just needed a change of scenery. plus have an excuse to not answer the door at home. everyone was worried about steve and even when you insisted he was okay or okay as he could be. everyone. rushed to your door to see him. you didn’t mind seeing them for a couple days but by the end of the week it tired you out.
meanwhile you’d been trying to help steve. being hit with the shrink serum, is what dustin called it, really made life harder for steve.
steve couldn’t help but agree and felt bad that you seemed to be mistrusted. though he never mentioned the latter out loud.
except dustin. you enjoyed his company and so did steve even if he didn’t admit it all the time. plus he didn’t see as unreliable.
you’d made yourself help steve since you two were friends and he even agreed he felt the safest with you.
though right now you were starting to regret taking in the five inch tall man.
“oh my god,” you groaned as you kept your hand beside him. the atrociously pink purse was emptied so you could take steve with you. it just happened to be the most convenient despite his annoyance.
“it’s always dead in here,” steve argued as he placed one of his legs over the zipper.
“no one is goi—,” and just like that he toppled over. falling on top of the beige cushion in your booth with a small thud.
you watched him amused now as he was facing away from you. he swore under his breath which you couldn’t hear, but definitely assumed what it could be. your hand still on the purse wanting to swoop him up instead. your fingers twitched at the thought but you didn’t.
“you okay?” you asked and once he propped himself up he nodded.
his face had flushed red as his attempts left him embarrassing himself, again. though you two had been friends long enough to know you didn’t really care. but you would tease the shit out of him.
relaxing your hand you leaned your arm on the booth. your body turned to him as you leaned over him trying to shield him from anyone’s prying eyes.
it was true though, it was just the coffee shop owner in the place. your favorite café had died down in popularity ever since the mall opened but even when it closed people stopped coming. except you, and the friends you dragged in.
you were watching steve with soft eyes. taking in his hair which was flatter than usual. not kept up as nice without the hair product he swore on his life with. the hands that were used to fight to get you out of bad situations were now about the size of your fingertip. he wore his blue jacket which covered his blue and white shirt. it was matched with a pair of jeans and shoes.
it was what he was wearing that night when he’d gone from almost 6ft to 5 inches in less than a second. it irked you that it was such a sudden event and because of steve’s stupid leadership skills it led to this outcome. you were with him too, you’d let him go ahead of you because he insisted. because steve always came back from everything and—
your name reached your ears as you blinked away teary eyes. that pretty face looked at you with concern. he’d walked closer to you, standing right by your thigh.
“jesus—,” you muttered as you wiped your eyes.
steve patiently waited for you to process whatever you were going through. a pit in his stomach formed that he wasn’t able to put a hand on your shoulder. to give you the hugs that you’d ask for on bad days. protect you from all the bad things but instead he was standing there useless.
“pretty rough week,” you commented once you’d composed yourself.
“you’re telling me,” steve said and leaned his shoulder on your thigh. arms crossed over his chest. the weight he put on you was so light that if you weren’t looking you wouldn’t have paid mind to it. his eyes were fixated on you as he gave you a small smile.
you let out a soft laugh which hit his ears. causing him to smile more because your laugh was just that contagious for him.
the tension easing you looked up at the register to see no one was there. it seemed no one else was in the small building. anyhow you had sat down in the booth farthest back from the entrance which didn’t have a window. hiding just in case.
slowly you put your hand beside steve. his muscles tensed when it was set by his side. everything being big was still overwhelming at times. though as your fingers wrapped his back and your thumb gently placed on his chest he
did relax a little. it had begun to be routine on multiple occasions to swoop him up.
slowly with the small life in your hand you slowly lifted him up. both of you locking eyes as hints of blush remained on his face. his arms wrapped around your thumb for stability. being in the air made his stomach drop but his faith in you helped him overcome the fear. even though it was still in the back of his mind.
then just like that his feet touched the ground again, lightly his shoes tapped the table as you released your hold. the warmth of your fingertips around him disappeared and he felt cold. the thrum of your pulse no longer around him.
he just kept staring at you in awe, like he didn’t believe what he was seeing. you couldn’t help but feel heat rise to your face. you quickly looked away and looked down at your small porcelain plate.
“um, i got a cookie, if you want some,” you broke the silence with your hands on your lap. “before i eat it all,” you added with a smile.
blinking steve turned his eyes over to the plate. still trying to recover from his daze he walked over to the plate which was to the right of you. closer to the wall while on your left there was coffee.
watching him walk off you shifted your attention to the pen and paper in front of you. there were a couple stacked books too. you were trying to figure out what was happening in Hawkins, again.
scribbling down notes from the first night of any weird events happening. to endless possibilities which seemed to give you more of a headache. luckily nothing severe happened, yet. only giving a bruised ego… or smaller ego for steve.
starting to write again you watched steve with a handful of your sugar cookie in hand. you bit the inside of your cheek to resist the laugh bubbling up in your throat. he looked so ridiculous sitting down criss crossed beside the plate. enjoying the sugary treat.
his eyes looked up at you to notice your grin. his brows rose, confused what seemed so funny.
“what?” he asked as he took a bite from his hand.
“nothing,” you lied and shifted your eyes to your paper.
“oh come on,” he said with mouth full of food. “anything i do now is funny,” steve complained
you didn’t comment, pretending to not hear anything. if anything he was cute but you’d always thought that. now your fondness of him happened to multiply.
steve continued to take bites until he was done. you had opened a book which you stuffed with news articles. though you weren’t known to be the smartest of the group. you were just a quick thinker and helped pull together ideas every now and then.
letting out a sigh you ran your fingers through your hair. this was getting old, to not being able to do anything. at least you got to help steve, you thought.
noticing your frustration, steve walked over to your arm that rested on the table. he placed his hands on your forearm which you flinched at. he then leaned over to see the papers scattered across the table.
“nothing?” he asked and you painfully nodded.
this sucked.
steve just stared down at the papers not reading them. the disappointment was clear as a light frown formed on his lips. his brows scrunched down in worry and those puppy dog eyes staring down in defeat. his shoulders had dropped and you wished you could cheer him up.
“hey,” you said softly.
“we’ll figure it out, maybe not us but i mean… we have dustin… uhmmm nancy too,” you offered with a sad smile.
“oh yeah, you saying dustin will fix ‘this’,” he gestured to himself. “really is reassuring,” he said with sarcasm interlaced along with his words.
you cringed at your use of words and couldn’t help but think if you were in the same situation, it would suck for a freshman, a kid, to be your only sense of hope.
“you’re right, sorry,” you apologized with your nose scrunched up.
you then grabbed the mug to the left of you and you took a sip. the coffee had cooled off and now was lukewarm but you didn’t care. you were desperate for caffeine.
“but at least i’m with you,” steve said as you were mid-sip. making you choke on your drink not expecting it. then a coughing fit followed as you turned away from him immediately. banging a fist on your chest as if it would help. it was a sweet comment but it hit you like a truck.
“you okay?” the owner asked and poked his head out.
you nodded as tears formed in your eyes. after a few softer coughs you’d gotten all the coffee through the right pipe. the owner had disappeared when the coughs died down with a shaking head.
turning around to face you was an amused steve. hands on his hips and all the worries he had seemed to dissipate. he had that smug grin on his face.
“oh don’t look at me like that,” you rasped with a flushed face.
“glad to know i still have my charm,” he joked, which earned an eye roll from.
“you’re on thin ice, harrington,” you warned but a faint smile wandered on your face.
“maybe i should drop you off at dustin’s on my way home,” you taunted with the same smile.
steve squinted up at you as you reached your hand over him. grabbing the cookie and pausing when you noticed his face cringing.
“don’t even joke about, it sounds awful,” he shut down your attempt at joking. “he has a cat too,” he shivered in remembrance of the cute feline which could hurt him or worse.
you’d downed on the cookie and started to wipe your hands with a napkin. wiping your face as you looked down at steve.
“mhmm, nancy then?” you continued.
“too awkward,” steve said and looked at you.
“awh, but what happened to your charm?” you teased which he rolled his eyes.
“robin then, or max,” you decided as you placed your napkin on a plate. steve instantly scoffed.
“i feel like you’re trying to get rid of me,” steve said with his arms crossed.
“maybe,” you shrugged, a smile slipping away. “since everyone seems to not trust me,” you added and immediately regretted it.
“what?” steve asked, his hands dropping to his sides.
“umm nevermind,” you shook your head and went through your pockets for change. placing it down on the table and starting to sort your books.
you heard your name and ignored it. damn, you shouldn’t have said anything. the pit in your stomach formed and you voiced your stupid thoughts.
“come on,” steve said as you got up. distancing yourself from him with your purse in hand. you placed it on the table but the man refused to move.
“steve,” you begged.
“just forget it,” you said.
“no, why would you think that?” he asked and your fingers twitched again. you hated you both were so stubborn.
“because,” you sighed and licked your lips. “fuck, because they check in everyday to make sure you’re alive. i get phone calls from nancy constantly. visits from robin and max. like they don’t believe me when i tell them you’re okay,” you explained looking away from him. your eyes focused out at the window with annoyance.
steve spoke your name in a soft tone as your eyes got glassy. it sucked after all these years it seemed like you couldn’t be trusted or maybe it’s the anxiety you had.
“can we just go home?” you begged as you picked the purse up. slipping it up your shoulder and looking down at him. you placed your books under your arm.
not coming up with the right words, steve nodded. walking up to the edge of the table with dread. a sinking feeling in his chest that he hadn’t noticed the way you got quiet or the annoyed tone was because of them. the guilty look in your eyes as they asked subtle questions to steve about his well being.
he felt so stupid.
all of a sudden warm hands wrapped around him as he was lifted into the air. his stomach doing flips because this part never seemed to get easier. even when he was secured in a purse.
one hand on top of the other to ensure security for steve. two digits pressed on the back of his head as a thumb acted as a seatbelt. the light touch was a learning process for both of them. the first couple of days of his state were rough to say the least.
“i’m sorry they made you feel like that,” steve spoke up as he pressed his hands over your thumb. you had brought him up closer to your chest as you backed into the door, swinging it open.
“but, uh, you make me feel safe,” he said to you. your teared up eyes in his view.
“so thanks,” he said with a small smile. unsure if he had said the right thing or not. you paused on the sidewalk as you looked down at him.
“you really do have a charm,” you said with a smile. pressing your thumb gently on the side of his face. a gesture for his kindness as his heart fluttered.
just like that you’d gotten into your car. driven off with steve on your lap. while he planned talking the groups ear off the next time he saw them. watching a horror movie because you insisted you could handle it. you didn’t, but steve was there.
it was a pretty good day since the chaos.
a/n
saw no tiny steve content so you gotta do it yourself lmfao. i’ll try to continue making more !
psst- here is more
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korolrezni-nikolai · 2 years
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y/n fics are gaslighting. like no, bro, i didn’t do that, but the version you have of me in your head sure did.
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stationwriter · 1 month
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You get picked up one spring day to help around Lalo and Nacho's house. It's not the most voluntary thing in the world, and you're not the most graceful person either. You make a mess, but in the end, it all works out. Doesn't it?
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bl00dycham0mile · 2 years
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TW: substances, rough sex.
side note - im not sure if i want to make this a Larry or a y/n genderless one shot/fic hmmm
concept; it's set in the late 70's, you go to a concert to see a show and watch Harry Styles open with his band. He eventually brings you back stage, shares his c0ke and weed with you and you both end up in a sloppy heated makeout session, groping at each other's bodies.
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valiantphantomangel · 2 years
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Marvel cast × teen reader
Warnings: nothing much just Robert Downey Jr fluff.
Summary:when a casting call for a Marvel movie comes online, you try it out. Never thinking that your dream could come true.
ow you got so lucky, you hat no idea.
It all started with you seeing the casting call to portray Loki's daughter.
Obviously you knew you hat to give it a shot, but never thinking your dream could actually come true.
Giving your best impression of how you would think the god of mischief daughter would behave, you send in your application.
That week was the hardest week of your life, no sleep, and a over active mind which sent you waiting anxiously on there answer.
You were in school when you were called, having some idea of who it might be, you quickly excused yourself to the bathroom.
When you were in the hallway you put in your earphones, calmed yourself and answered it.
"Are we speaking to Y/N L/N"? You heard a familiar voice say.
"Yes"
"Well then I'm Kevin feige and I'm happy to inform you that you have been chosen to portray the character of lady laufingson".
"Wait, wait wait" you almost screamed in the microphone "your exactly serious"?
You heard laughing from several people and a voice saying " I'm dead serious, you have to attitude of Loki and the looks to execute this character with perfection"
You put your hand over you mouth and jumped a few times, Kevin feige just gave you a compliment. Iiiiih.
You walked outside while listening to Kevin (with growing nerves) on when you were flying to Atlanta too meet THE cast and to start shooting as quickly as possible, since there were a lot of things you still needed to learn, the whole cast agreed to help you learn the robes.
On the end of the week you were on flight to Atlanta, it was a 8 hour flight since you came form Holland and your first time flying ever.
Your flight left on 1 am in the night, so when you got there it was 8 hours early since the time difference, but you were already awake for almost 30 hours, because like who would be able to sleep when you know your gonna meet your idols.
Safe to say that even caffeine didn't help any more, you got of the plane and walked directly to the parking lot, where a black rolles royes stood, compleet with non see through glass.
You got in the back seat after putting your suitcase in the trunk and placed you bag beside you.
When you looked up and into the mirror you almost got a heart attack.
There in the two front seat where non other then Robert Downey Jr and Tom Holland them self.
You let out a small scream and sit there in shock, they began laughing and turned around, Robert stook his hand forward "Robert Downey Jr it is a pleasure to meet you" he said.
You shook your head a bit before returning the hand "Y/N L/N the pleasure is all mine".
When you also shook Tom's hand, Robert finally pulled out of the parking lot and drove towards the freeway.
"So how are you doing"? He asked
"Good just really tired" he looked in the mirror "jet lag" you simply answered.
"Oh jay that's right I forget to ask, where are you form they wouldn't answer that question" Tom asked.
"Take a guess"
"Germany"
"Nope"
"France"
"No"
And that went on for a good 5min, but he could guess it.
"Shall I say it, am gonna say it, Holland".
"seriously" he said while laughing
"Yep".
After driving for one hour you finally got enough courage too ask the question that was long on your mind.
"Why did you pick me up, not that I'm ungrateful but I just wanted to know"
It was quiet for a few seconds and you worried if you hat said something wrong, when finally Robert answered.
"We thought that you would be nervous and intimidated if you met us later so we decided to show that were not that scary and just normal people".
You felt touched by the answer and a sign of relief left you lips, all of the sudden you felt the tiredness hit you like a bus and blinked a few times extra.
Robert saw it and looked at you through the mirror "you can go to sleep, i can see that your tired" you didn't argue with it at all and leaned your head against the window, falling asleep before you could say anything more.
Robert POV.
I saw you fall asleep and looked over to Tom "what a sweet kid".
"Yay there so cute" he said with a small smile.
We were quiet for the rest of the ride, not wanting to wake you.
After two hours we finally arrived,when i pulled in the parking lot Evans was already waiting there.
"Need some help"? He said smiling when he saw you sleeping against the window.
"Yes, that would be great, we'll just put her bags in her trailer".
When i opened your side of the door, carefully pulled the seatbelt off of you and stepped aside to let Evans hoisted you out of the car.
We got all stuff form the car and i opened your trailer door, Chris placed you on your bed and pulled the blankets over you.
While the others left, i gave you a small stroke of the head "sleep tight, Y/N" and with that i left your trailer.
Feeling that like he just put his daughter to bed.
A/N: Yes finally got this idea out, it was stuck in my head for so long, but I got.
Hope you enjoyed!!
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A Sticky Confession
A03
You couldn't quite pin point when it had started but now that you had noticed it you couldn't ignore what was happening no matter how hard you tried to. At first it was only a few trinkets. A beaded bracelet here, a plastic ring there, a little puzzle toy set always in the top drawer of the security desk for when your hands reflected your anxiousness. You didn't think much of it, they were just little toys and things that the attendants probably had left over from arts and crafts time with the children that day. They were thoughtful that way, programmed that way you assumed.
They would step out of their routine to greet you at the beginning of every shift and escort you personally up to the doors when it was time to leave. Sometimes they seemed conflicted about it, almost trying to lure you back into the daycare with lurid conversation and teasing jokes. You liked them. Liked how they paid attention to even the smallest of details. Like how they could recall and ask about the things that mattered to you. Liked how they entertained and constructed large elaborate stories for anyone willing to hear them. You liked their company.
You didn't find the same kind of bond with any of the others. Just shallow conversation and sideways glances. But it was fine, because you had them. You could always take a break to go visit them at the daycare, stealing as many minutes as you dared to have a bright hello or teasing grin pointed at you. You liked having their attention and you didn't even realize it. Coming in early or staying hours after your shift was done just to talk to them.
Then you found the notes. Hundreds upon hundreds of sticky notes all hidden away in high up places inside the jungle gym. You're not sure you were even supposed to find them, atleast not like this. You had been on your way to the daycare when a parent stopped you to ask for the lost and found. You wanted to help, walked them there personally. But the Bonnie toy wasn't there, no other S.T.A.F.F. bots had reported it found. So you offered to check the daycare before the family left, afterall Sun probably knew where it was if the child brought it in there.
So you went in, expecting the big bright smile. But Sun wasn't there, wasn't anywhere you could see, so you started looking. You found nothing in the open play areas so you decided to search the jungle gym. It was a large structure and surely kids lost things in there all the time. There were a few toys left, mostly from the daycare itself from what you could tell. But then you found them. The notes hidden in tall nooks and crevices, little doodles depicting the tall animatronics and what you could only hazard to guess was you. Tiny poems with half scratched out endings like they were too embarrassed to even look at them. Scattered questions like conversations had in silence, some wondering, some hopeful, some disparaging. All of them certain they could never say a thing, a treasure they had to keep, it was their secret.
And so you knew. You knew you couldn't keep coming here with blind innocence anymore. You couldn't drop in just to say hi and nothing more. Not if it made them feel this way, think this way. But what would you do then? When you felt the pang of loneliness clawing at you to go see them? When you missed the joy in their voices and the thrill their teasing words brought you? What were you going to do?
Your phone buzzes in your pocket. A notification from the S.T.A.F.F. bots, the child's toy has been found. Search ended. You could leave now. But you sit in the silence of the jungle gym, almost waiting to be found out. Waiting to be rushed away, banned for sneaking in, for finding this little secret.
The announcements overhead tell you the pizzaplex will be closing soon. Maybe you could just walk out, avoid Sun and Moon or give them the half truth of only looking for a kid's lost toy. But then what? Wouldn't they notice where you came from? You couldn't sit here forever, your legs were already going numb.
You make your way out through one of the slides. The Daycare is quiet, silent music playing overhead but still no sign of Sun or Moon. Maybe they were watching. Maybe they already knew. You call out to them and receive no answer.
You walk to the security desk, mind made up. You grab a sticky note and some pens and leave a note ontop of the desk, where the attendants could clearly see it. It couldn't go on like this forever, something clearly had to change. So you leave the daycare and head home, fighting every step forward and to not run back to tear the note up.
Hours later, when the pizzaplex is locked up tight and covered in darkness does the light mechanical tinkering of the daycare attendant spring out of their tower. The tall animatronics' shadow looms over the security desk, silently staring with eyes that cut through the gloom. A tiny yellow note left behind for them. Two small scribbled hearts, one in orange and one in blue, surrounding one single word.
Yes.
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Trust
Moon Knight (everyone) x Reader (gender-neutral)
Characters: Mr. Knight, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, (gender-neutral) Reader
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 722
Content: Brief mention of sex and alcohol, fluff, soft love, kiss
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The curtains in your room allow for a sliver of light to pierce through, peacefully disturbing your eyes. Your eyes flutter open as you sit up to move them away from the beam of light and rub them, opening them again to see him sitting at the foot of your bed, fixing his tie.
“Mr. Knight?”
He pauses and turns towards you. “Good morning. It looks as though you slept well.”
You don't remember a thing from last night, though you recall Moon Knight’s system staying here. Running through the events from the night prior in your mind, you begin to remember...
You started your night with Steven at the movies. You had a lot of fun watching the latest film about tomb-raiding and adventure. After the film, Jake decided it was his turn and took you to his favorite bar. He wasn't too excited to get into a cab that night that he wasn't driving, but he also knew you both needed to stay safe. Jake, and the rest of his system, wouldn't want to hurt you, after all.
‘Okay,’ you think as you set your feet on the floor to start your day. ‘I went to the movies with Steven, got drunk and sang with Jake...’
You seem to remember Marc confessing that he’d been in control since halfway through the cab ride, and you know you recognized the switch when it happened, but you didn't say anything. You knew he would tell you when he was comfortable. You went inside with Marc and, through sloppy kisses and slurred speech, had a rather fun shower with him. “Oh,” you say aloud when you remember, and you blush.
“Hmm?” Mr. Knight turns to face you.
“Oh, uh... Sorry,” you are flustered.
“What is there to be sorry for?” Mr. Knight cocks his head slightly, genuinely confused by your apology.
“It's just that that's not really how I planned on last night going, and I feel kinda bad like I did something wrong.” You look down at your feet, a bit embarrassed as the memories come back to you.
“Darling,” Mr. Knight moves to stand in front of you and holds his hand out to you, inviting you to stand toe-to-toe with him. “Had you done anything wrong, I wouldn't have allowed it. The others trust you, so I trust you.” He gently places his other gloved hand on top of yours and leans in to whisper, “I was watching all night. You are so kind to them, to us. Please don't think otherwise, love.”
You look up at him, directly into the glowing white eyes of his mask. Mr. Knight softens his gaze. He pulls you a little closer.
“You have been nothing but loving. You show us unwavering hospitality and compassion. I cannot thank you enough.”
Your eyes start to water. Of course, you'd never hurt them; of course, you’re so kind to them.
“I mean,” you choke out. “I... I love you.”
Mr. Knight gently lets go of your hand and sighs softly. “You mean you love Steven? Marc?”
“No,” you say. “I love all of you. Including you, Mr. Knight.”
A sharp inhale from Mr. Knight halts the conversation. You can hear your heartbeat and even feel it from the tension. ‘Fuck,’ you think. ‘I fucked up.’
Mr. Knight’s hands tremor ever so slightly as he lifts his mask above his nose. You've seen the body’s whole face so many times, yet seeing the lower half of Mr. Knight’s face fills your stomach with butterflies. ‘He really does trust me,’ you think.
He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer, connecting his lips to yours in a gentle, loving kiss. His satin suit comforts your very nerves as you relax into the kiss. His hands move from your waist to your upper back, and he stops kissing you to pull you into a tight and gentle hug.
“Please don't ever leave us,” Mr. Knight whispers.
“I won’t.”
“Promise?” the voice sounded like Steven’s now.
“I promise.”
“Even if I fuck up?” Jake chokes out.
“Even if we both fuck up,” you say.
“I never want to hurt you,” Marc says.
“I know,” you say. “You won’t, I trust you.”
The system, fronting together now, buries the body’s face in your shoulder.
“We trust you too.”
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kin-the-muffin · 1 year
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you have no idea how happy i am that i finally finished this
ive had this in my drafts for months
i made my own outertale sans
his name is altair
i love him very much
yes the following is entirely self-indulgent
dont judge
You slammed the door shut, locking it behind you as you tossed your backpack onto the couch. You brushed your hands through your hair and fought back tears but to no avail.
“Hey, how’d the first day go?” You heard your roomate, Avery, say from their room.
“Fine,” You called back, quickly retreating to your room so as to avoid more humiliation. You didn’t know your new roomate very well, so you couldn’t trust them to understand. Or at least not make fun of you. The only interactions you’d had with them in the past two weeks of living together was when they invited you to parties or told you it was your week for chores. Eventually, even those conversations ceased. They realized you weren’t a fellow party-goer and figured you had gotten the gist of the housework schedule.
Dropping that train of thought, you picked a book off of your nightstand and lied on your bed. You should have started studying but you really needed to let off some steam after today. Plus you had left your backpack in the front room so you couldn’t risk Avery seeing your tear-stained face and giving you a sympathetic attitude you both knew they didn’t really mean.
Shaking off those depression-accompanied thoughts, you focused on your book.
You were barely through the fifth chapter when you heard Avery shout from the living room.
“I’m going to Lilo’s party. Don’t wait up and don’t wake me up tomorrow.”
You sighed, “Don’t you have exams this week?”
They didn’t hear you, or if they did, they just didn’t care. Not that you had expected them to. The front lock clicked and the door opened.
You were about to return to your book when Avery again interrupted your thoughts.
“Oh, well hello there.” They had put on their flirty voice so you figured it was a monster boy, their current center of attraction.
Whoever he was, he talked a lot quieter than Avery, so you couldn’t make out any specifics of what he was saying.
“Well that depends on who’s looking for ‘em,” you could almost hear them winking at the poor monster.
After a moment of what you assumed was the boy talking, Avery replied, “What’s a fine man like you want with Y/N?” They sounded almost annoyed at what he had said.
You finally put your book down at the mention of your name and sat on your bed, listening.
You could tell that Avery was trying to whisper now, though you doubted anyone else could, as their volume only decreased a little, “I’m plenty friendly, say, here’s an idea: you ditch the wallflower, join me on a short ride, and I’ll take you out for the time of your life.”
You would have been offended, though you still had no idea who in the stars they were talking to.
You guess he finally told them off, as they huffed, mumbled a gruff good-bye and closed the door. All was silent so you could only assume that Avery had left. Without a second thought towards your unstable roommate, you returned to your book.
You nearly dropped it on your face when a knock on your door startled you. The door opened a crack and you warily sat up. The sliver stretched to reveal who it was. Your eyes widened and your face broke out into a smile.
You jumped off of your bed and into Altair’s arms, burying your face into the fluff on his hood. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his freckles glow a soft blue and you smiled. You’d been dating for at least five months now and he still got flustered whenever you showed affection. Of which you had a lot for him.
If it wasn’t obvious enough, you were overjoyed that he was here. You hadn’t seen him since you left home to head to college three weeks ago.
“Wait, what are you doing here?” you pulled your face out and looked at him questioningly.
Then he made that face at you. The one that said that he was amused by your antics. He grinned slightly, one eyebrow raised, and a light glow exuded from his freckles. What did you do that’s so funny??
“Today is the thirteenth, isn’t it..?” He asked.
“What? No, it’s the twe-“ you stopped and thought. Your eyes went wide.
He laughed, “But we talked about today yesterday.”
“Was that yesterday?”
“Yes,” he chuckled.
“I am so sorry! I didn’t- okay, I kind of did forget, but I didn’t mean to!! My plan was that class would end and I would pick you up at the train station and take you to the beach, but things got so hectic and class was awful and-“ Stop talking, dangit.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he interrupted the word-vomit, took your face in his hands, and looked in your eyes. “I get it. I’m here, aren’t I? I got here alright. I’m just glad I had your apartment address. Everything’s okay.”
“But you were-“
“Nope.” He put a finger over your mouth. “We’re not doing that today. I heard mention of a beach, is what we’re doing today?” He grinned.
“Uhhh, did you say that?” That was supposed to be a surprise! Why did you say that??
“I believe you did, actually.” He booped your nose and leaned back against the door frame.
“Uh- well- I, um-“ Oh, screw it. You sighed, “That was supposed to be a surprise…”
“Pfft, just because I know it’s a beach, doesn’t mean I can’t be surprised, right?” He offered a hand for you to take.
You put yours in his and your fingers folded together. Closing your eyes, you drifted toward him and put your cheek against his chest. You just stood there for a few minutes, you listening to the barely-discernible sound of his soul pulsing inside his ribcage, him putting his other arm around you and waiting.
Once your thoughts stopped racing around each other, you sighed and opened your eyes.
“We should probably go now if we don’t want to miss the sunset. I still can’t believe you haven’t seen it yet.” You said.
“What are you talking about? The first month back on Earth, I watched it every morning.”
“Only from your house. You haven’t seen it,” you insisted as you leaned away from his peaceful aura, “Not really. Not yet.” A smile creeped out and you tapped between his eyes.
“Alright, you’ve convinced me.” He raised his hands in surrender, “Show me what I’ve missed, Nine.” He grinned right back at you.
Taking his hand, you led him outside and into the passenger seat of my car. You climbed into the driver’s seat and switched the car on.
As you pulled out of the parking lot, you remembered something, “That reminds me, how is your driving going?” Since monsters had returned to Earth, those who wanted to drive had to take a nine-week course. There was a lot of annoyance at the length once monsters realized that the courses for humans were much shorter, but there wasn’t much anyone could do. Even though monsters have been living on Earth for quite a while now, there’s still a lot of mistrust towards them. Most of it unwarranted, in your opinion. But anyways, Altair was currently in the driving hours phase.
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Altair grumbled.
“Whoa, that bad?” That surprised me, since you had met Altair, he had been really optimistic about everything, curious and excited by many new things here. He never grumbled about anything. Scratch that, he only grumbles about politics, though you can’t say you blame him for that.
“It’s been a month since class finished and I only have two hours in.”
“Oof, I didn’t know you hated driving so much.”
“Eh, that’s on me. You would if I texted more often.”
“Hey, I’m the one with bad communication skills here.”
He smirked at you, “Okay, okay, I’m bad at texting and you’re bad at communicating your feelings.”
“Wha- I- that’s a low blow, dude,” you stammered.
“You didn’t deny it.”
“Denying it! You are dead wrong, handsome.”
He pretended to be thinking for a moment, “Hmm, no, that’s impossible. I am an astronomer and a marine biologist! Scientists are never wrong.”
“Ah, ah, ah! You are a marine biologist-in-training. Don’t think you can pull the wool over my eyes so easily.” Smirking, you looked at him out of the corner of your eye for a moment.
“Hmph…at least I’m still an astronomer and that has to count for something, right?”
“Weeeellll… Technically, your degree doesn’t count for much until the curriculums from Starter University are approved.”
He mock-gasped in horror, “You would doubt the scientific prowess that is Professor Willhem Kansay?! He is a modern genius and an awesome entrepreneur. I am offended that you would suggest anything that would downplay his scientific achievements.”
You chuckled. It was mean of you to go after his old school but he acted really cute and funny when he was defending something against the attacks of others.
“Professor Kansay is a modern genius.”
“You already said that, Altair,” you said with a smile.
“Only because it’s true,” he huffed.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Kansay is pretty cool.”
“Thank you.”
“Hey, look at that.” You decided to change the subject. “We’re here! And we have yet to miss the sunset. Yes! Would you mind helping me with the stuff in the back?” You parked the car and turned it off.
“No problem.”
He climbed out and walked to the back of the car. You popped the trunk and he started to unload the trunk. You hopped out and joined him.
“Whoa, dude! Chill!” You tried to hold back your laughter. Altair was trying his best to pile all of your stuff on his back, “We don’t even need all this!” You pulled things off of him and packed it back into your car.
“What? Then why’s it here?”
“Because I’m bad at cleaning my car, okay? C’mon.” You swung a backpack over your shoulder, shut the trunk, and locked the car.
“Hey-! What do I carry?” He called over to you.
“Well, if you wanna help so bad,” you reached into the backpack, yanked out a blanket, and tossed it at him, “then here.” You laughed a little, as your aim had gone right past his open hands and straight at his face, covering his head. You walked back to him and lifted the edge of the blanket. “You okay in there?”
He chuckled lightly, his freckles glowing brightly, “I’m fine. Uh, oh.”
“What is it?”
“It’s getting dark,” He pointed up at the sky, which, true to his word, was dimming to deeper shades of blue.
“Oh, no!” You grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind you as you quickly ran across the parking lot, through the tall grass, and up a large hill.
“Wait-“ He panted, “Where are we- Can’t we just-“
“Ack, sorry, Altair, but we can’t miss this. Just a little more!”
You jogged up the hill, which was starting to feel more like a mountain, just based off of the ache in your legs. And as you ran, the sky only darkened further.
“No, please.”
You finally reached the top but to my dismay, the sun had disappeared and stars were beginning to appear. A whisper of the beautiful streaks of orange and pink and blue faded away with the light of the sun. Clouds slowly moved over the scene, further dampening the colors.
You dropped your backpack on the sand with a soft thump. You pressed your lips together in an attempt to not shout your frustration at the world and stared at the sand. Behind you, Altair panted as he finally caught up to you. When did you lose him?
He crouched next to you, breathing heavily for a few moments before standing up. He gasped softly and whispered your name in disbelief.
You sighed heavily, defeated. “I’m so sorry, Altair. I got you all excited and we got here too late and it was all my fault.” You had let your own crap get in the way of picking him up from the train station so he had to find his own ride to your apartment; you were clingy and too excited to see him so you left late; you were distracted by your conversation in the car so you missed that turn; and you were messing around too much at the car. If you had just stayed focused instead of being selfish with Altair then he could’ve-
“Wait- what?” Altair turned towards you. “You mean this wasn’t what you-? Oh, come on.”
Your gaze lifted as he pulled your face in his hands to meet his gaze. A determined expression sat on his face. Brows softly pressed together with a concerned frown and a light blush. You felt your soul flutter, as his blue-and-purple eyes now contained a galaxy’s worth of sparkles and stars in them, which were only made more mesmerizing by the look of warm adoration. You felt your own cheeks warm.
He sighed, his expression softening, “I know what you’re thinking. You’re rationalizing that very irrational line of thought.”
You looked down, not sure you deserved someone so amazing looking at you like that.
He tilted his head to meet your line of sight. “I wish you wouldn’t. It’s not fair to you.” When you shifted your look away again, he sighed and straightened. “You should know by now that I really like you. We wouldn’t be dating if I didn’t.”
“You don’t.” You whispered, “You just haven’t realized it yet.”
“Hey, now that’s definitely not fair. To you or to me. For one, you planned this whole outing so I could see something amazing.” His expression softened.
“But you didn’t even get to see the sunset…and it was my fault.”
“You know what? You’re right. I didn’t get to see the sunset, and not because of you. But because I’m here now, I got to see this.” Altair shifted a hand behind your back and turned you to face the sea.
You let out a small gasp and your eyes widened.
Flying high above the ocean floated a host of wispy cirrus clouds. You could hardly even see the horizon, there were so many. They were beautiful in and of themselves but what really took your breath away were the colors. Each cloud had the luminous coloring of a rainbow. Every color you could think of was being showcased in the skies. They almost seemed to glow.
“How- what- when-?” You stammered, completely dumbfounded by the sight.
“Yes, it’s been there almost since we got here,” Altair answered, knowing perfectly what you had been trying to communicate.
For some reason, you started crying. Maybe it was the stress of the past few weeks finally coming down. Maybe you were just a big softie and the clouds got to you. Heck, maybe it was just hormones, you sure couldn’t tell.
Without a word, Altair enveloped you in a hug, radiating safety and comfort. You wrapped your arms around his neck and put your face in his hood again. You knew this couldn’t last forever so after a few minutes in his embrace, you dropped your arms and he copied your movement. Instead he took both of your hands in his and just looked at them. He glanced back up at you, his brows scrunched in frustration.
“What?” You asked.
After a moment of hesitation, he replied softly, “How do you not see how amazing you are?”
The warmth returned to your face, “I-I’m really not that great. Nowhere near perfect.”
“When did I ask for perfection? So what if you have flaws? Everyone has them. And I happen to quite like yours.”
You weren’t sure your face could be any redder. “You don’t really like me. I’m just so charismatic that I tricked you into thinking you do,” You joked pathetically.
“You’re right.”
You looked up at him in surprise. His look was tender and his freckles glowed.
“I don’t like you.” Your heart almost broke. “I love you.”
Before you could think anything, he closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you. Your eyes were wide for a moment before you melted into his embrace and you put your arms back around his neck, answering him. The kiss was tender and sweet, in it you could feel how much Altair adored you. You felt the struggles he had gone through and realized how completely he understood your own. You also felt his happiness. His love. It was no shock for a lot of it to be saved for his brother and friends, but you were surprised to find that a large portion of his soul was cordoned off for one person. You.
Somewhere in the background, someone was setting off fireworks on the beach but their loud explosions took nothing from the moment. Their brilliant lights burned behind your eyelids, creating incomprehensible images and shapes. For some reason, you found yourself comparing each one to Altair.
Surprised at yourself, you broke away without thinking. Altair’s expression was full of light but you could see the thin layer of hesitation at you pulling away.
“S-sorry, I just need a moment to think,” You quickly explained.
He nodded and took a step back, though you felt your heart stretch towards him in longing.
Ignoring your inward pleading, for the moment, you turned back to the beach and sat on the sand. You heard Altair plop down a few feet behind you. You let yourself enjoy the beauty of the scene in front of you, but just for a minute, as Altair was waiting for a response. You knew how patient he was but you thought it wasn’t fair to keep him in suspense.
After revelling in the night sky, you turned your thoughts back to what had just happened. You raised a trembling hand to your lips, which were buzzing softly from the sensation. You put your hand down and sifted them through the sand, returning your thoughts to the important subject.
I love you.
You couldn’t believe he had said that. You didn’t doubt it for a second, first because he was no liar and second, because you had felt the truth of his words in his kiss. Still, you were surprised at his feelings for you. You had convinced yourself that your relationship would never grow into anything else, maybe that it would even end and you would part as friends. You hadn’t dared hope against it until now. You looked into your soul and imagined everything you two had gone through together in the relatively short time you’d known each other. You peered into lots of memories, or more specifically, your feelings in each memory. It only took a moment for you to realize what you felt.
You took a deep breath then turned around to face him. He had been looking at you with anxiety but when he noticed you moving, he put on a calm face. Your brows furrowed softly at that. You made a note to bring it up later.
You looked into his eyes, but found his gaze too penetrating and instead locked onto his hands which were folded neatly in his lap. As smooth as his facade was, you could see his foot bouncing nervously. You decided to start out easy.
“H-how long-?” You gestured from him to you, hoping he would understand.
Altair laughed once then put on a thoughtful expression. He thought for a moment then replied, “Not very long.” You waited for him to elaborate. “I-I suppose that’s an understatement. It kinda just hit me like the Core, only just now I guess. But I should’ve noticed before. N-Not that what I feel for you is insignificant, in any way, I feel very strongly for you! Wait, that sounds like I’m pressuring you- I will accept whatever your feelings are for me, even if they are non-existent, which they probably are. Oh stars, why did I even do that?” He mumbled that last part to himself and his calm exterior crumbled. Hunching over, he put his face in his hands.
Suddenly you could see his anxiety, clear as day and just as overwhelming as your own. You couldn’t help it, you panicked.
You rushed forward and put your arms around his shoulders. You squeezed for a moment then let off a little. Under your breath, you whispered, “I love you too.”
You pulled back, smiling a bit at his wide eyes, and kissed him.
thanks for reading (if anyone made it this far, yes i realize how cringy this is)!
hope you enjoyed!
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minteetho · 2 years
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why does tumblr p much only have self insert fics do yall need hugs??????
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