#I was getting better but with the extra added shit at home it’s getting worse now instead

[raeathnos]

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[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 4- Miguel x reader (Public Sex)

        Sometimes you questioned what you did to deserve a loving boyfriend like Miguel. He was everything you ever dreamed of and more. You met by chance. You worked at a local coffee shop right across from Alchemax, which is where he worked. He stopped in once in a blue moon at first, but when you kept trying to get to know him, he became your regular. He only appeared when you were working and only wanted to have his order taken by you.

        You thought it only happened in movies, but it was real. Eventually, you grew the courage to ask him out and he said yes. One thing led to the next and you and Miguel had officially been dating for about six months now. Miguel was perfect. Although, you did get the feeling like he wasn't telling you something. You tried to brush the thought away, but every time you saw Spiderman...You wondered...His built, he voice; it all seemed like Miguel.

"And there I go daydreaming again. Shit, I grabbed the caramel instead of chocolate. Shit." You cussed under your breathe as you tried to return to work.

        It was, yet, another busy day at your job. Lunch had just begun and everyone was trying to cram in a snack or a drink. Hurrying to remake the drink you had messed up on, you heard a familiar voice clear his throat. Your lips curled into a smile as you turned around and saw Miguel at the counter. He stared at you with such loving eyes.

        As you finished the drink you were making, you began to work on Miguel's. You added an extra shot of espresso, knowing how tired the man can get after work. The amount of dates the two of you went on that had Miguel nearly falling from exhaustion were too many to count. His job was straining. You wished you could help him more than just an extra shot. Miguel always said that having you by his side was enough. Although, you could feel his pent up stress every time the two of you had sex.

        The man had stamina! He always held back, trying his best to be gentle with you, but you knew he wanted to go rougher. To let out his stress. You just had no idea how to approach him on the subject.

"You look tired already. They got you working other's shit?" Miguel's hand grazed yours, wishing to hold it, "You should take a nap."

"Wish I could, but no one else will do the job," He muttered lowly.

"(Y/N)! We got a big order!" Your coworker yelled out.

        Miguel tighten his grip on your hand for just a moment. He did not want to let you go just yet. It brought a smile to your face. Letting him know that you were to text him later, you returned to work.

        Miguel stayed for a bit longer, watching you slave away to the swarm of customers. You did not deserve the treatment some of these assholes gave you. You deserved better. Miguel wanted to take you away from here. He had the money to pay for your expenses. He had the money for you to live comfortably at his place. He just felt like he was going to rush you if he made the suggestion. Exhaling lowly, Miguel took one last look of you before leaving the coffee shop.

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        You let out a stiffing yawn as your finally clocked out for the day. Unfortunally, you had to pack in a few extra hours due to someone not showing up. It was later than you were comfortable with. The sun was already setting and Miguel had went home for the day. Normally, he would walk with you if you ever had a late shift, but you hated to bother him so much. You worried that he might get tired of you asking him repeatedly. Your cheeks huffed out, hating the thought.

"What to make for dinner?" You mutter as you walked home.

        It was a fairly quiet night. A little too quiet. Despite living in the upper side of Nueva York, it still felt unsafe sometimes. You kept telling yourself that it could always be worse. You could be in the lower city. Hurrying across the street, you let out a soft sigh of relief as you joined a small crowd. Some streets were busier than others. It made you feel safe.

"You look lonely, darling. Need someone to keep you company?"

        Aaaaaand there it was. The occasional drunk or pervert. Keeping your head held high, you ignored the man. Hearing another voice, you tensed as a different man now approached you. What happened to the crowd you were just in? You had begun to shake as another man joined in. Your hands slowly reached into your purse for your pepper spray. Miguel had convinced you to get something to protect yourself. You never thought you'd had to use it though.

"What are you-" Right as one of the men went to grab your hand, you heard a yelp.

        Your body flinched as the other two tried to run away. All you saw was webbing fire towards their backs, dragging them past you. It was safe now. Spiderman was here. If only you could tell that to your racing heart. It was hard to breathe. Spiderman stood before you, wrapping his arms around your body. Your breathing hitched as you started to cry. 

"It's okay now, mija (darling). Just breathe," He whispered. He sounded so much like Miguel. "Take deep breathes, no one is going to hurt you."

"M-Miguel," You sobbed quietly.

        Your ears perked up as you heard Spiderman sigh. Feeling yourself being pulled into the alley, you tensed up once more. Spiderman's hand cupped your cheek, wiping your tears away as his mask disappeared. There he was. Your loving boyfriend. Miguel's eyes stared directly into yours as he pulled you in for another hug. You returned the gesture, crying into his chest. After you calmed down, you huffed your cheeks out towards Miguel.

"I knew you were hiding something!"

"This isn't something I can easily tell anyone," Miguel told you, stroking your cheek once more.

"So this is another reason why you're so tired," Leaning your head against the palm of his hand, you noticed his red eyes sparkle brighter than normal, "You know...I think I need to properly reward my savior."

"(Y/n), you know I'll always be here for you," Miguel whispered, his hands already against your ass, "But...I think I like the idea of a reward."

"Mhm, why don't we-"

        Miguel interrupted you by abruptly slamming his lips against yours. His hands squeezed your ass once more before lifting you against the wall. Your eyes widen, almost wanting to pop out of your head, as you tried to squeeze a word out. Miguel wasn't seriously planning on having sex right here and right now?! You guys were in an alleyway of a busy street! People were passing by! Anyone could just turn their head and see you and him fucking.

"Mi-"

"¿Oh? ¿Ya estás mojado porque te besé aquí? Qué tan sucio. (Oh? You're already wet from me kissing you here? How dirty.)" He said with a smug grin on his face. Your face burned red,

"S-Says the one who-"

        Miguel stole another kiss from you, wanting to relish in the moment of your embarrassment. He bulge rutting against your soaked fabric under your skirt. You could deny it all you want, but the thought of someone catching you having sex with Spiderman was exciting. Miguel was still being careful though. If anyone were to see the two of you, he did not want them to see your beautiful body. He was going to tease you through your clothes as much as possible.

          Miguel pressed his hips against yours, keeping you up against the wall. He brought his hands up to your shirt, unbuttoning your uniform. You wanted to protest, but you were covering your own mouth from your moans. As Miguel worked on your top, his lower half was grinding against you roughly. You could feel your body burn, wanting himto fuck you already.

"So beautiful," Miguel's pupils were focused sololy on your body.

           He cut your bra down the middle, savoring the way your breasts poked out. You stiffed another moan as Miguel started to suck on one of your breasts. His fangs grazing your nipple ever so slightly. All of this friction and toying with was making your mind hazy. You were unable to suppress your moans as you reached your high.

           Miguel licked his lips, groaning as your panties soaked his suit. He freed his cock, needing to be inside you. He released your abused nipple, attacking your neck as he slid your panties to the side. The hickeys he was going to leave on you. Making sure that you knew who you belonged too. A soft groan escaped his lips as he rubbed his cock against your wet cunt.

"M-Mig," You breathed out, "Y-You don't have to hold back, b-but maybe not here?" You tried to reason with him once more.

           Miguel's breathing grew heavy as he tuned you out. All he heard was permission to let loose. Pressing the tip of his cock into your folds, Miguel inhaled at the sounds of your moans. Your gummy walls sucking him in faster than he was giving you. You always knew how to trest him right. How to make him feel good.

"Careful, mija. Someone will hear you," Miguel said before thrusting into you.

           Once more, you tried to cover your mouth, but it was futile. Miguel was thrusting into you roughly. As if he couldn't get enough. As if it wasn't enough. Miguel told you to bite his shoulder, to which you did. He held your ass up as he gave you another good slap of his dick.

          You shuddered as you felt another orgasm about to break you. Anyone could just look down the alley and see the two of you fucking. See that Spiderman was givinf you his cock and no one else. The thought brought you to your orgasm. Miguel was your perfect boyfriend. Your perfect superhero.

"Look at you, don't care if anyone hears or sees us, huh?" 

           Miguel cussed lowly as you gushed around him. That beautiful white ring that covered his cock. Now to return the favor. Holding your head, Miguel pressed you against the wall, rutting deeper into you. He moaned in your ear as he coated your walls white. Miguel let you catch your breathe, before swinging up to the top of the building.

"We're not done yet, mija. I want to let the whole city know that you belong to me. Make sure no one tries to touch you again," 

          You whimpered lowly as he had you lean against the building. The view of the city before you as Miguel entered your throbbing hole once you. 

"I'll take good care of you from now on." Miguel kissed the top of your head before giving you another charade of thrusts. You mewled in response, staring down at the apartment windows,

"Migueeeeeeel!"

          Needless to say, you didn't go back to work the next day. Miguel made sure of that.

[miller-n-morgan-2]

Take Me Home

3. Worthiness

Arthur Morgan x Texas Red!Reader

A/n: Apologies for taking so long in between to repost these chapters, it's almost fashion week and I am CRAMMING everything my ass can handle into the next few weeks lmaooo. pls enjoy and let me know what you think!

Summary: Abigail gains a new friend and gossip partner to chat with over meals, and Pearson has had enough of it. Luckily, Dutch has something lined up and ready to take the kid out of camp.

Warnings: Mild Language, gun violence. Game typical violence. Robbery/heist shenanigans. Fluff and Angst, because who doesn't love that combo? Arthur and reader get into a fight and want to kill each other for like a split second but it ends fine I swear.

WC: 6.1k

“I think I could drop you where you stand.” You were all talk, now, and he knew that… but it still boiled under his skin the way you challenged him.  “You make quite a big to do of yourself… M’guessin’ that’s where most of your reputation came from,” he smirked, but he should know better than to taunt you about those men you shot dead. “Before I got here I barely spoke a word to no one… I got my reputation from shootin’ folks so fast they didn’t have time to repent to God.” 

You’ve taken to a new hobby. You’re not quite sure the word that describes it right, but to explain what it entails, a bit of background needs to be added for understanding. 

Abigail is borderline nine months pregnant. 

John Marston, the everloving man that he is, has taken it upon himself to steer clear of her in the last stages of her pregnancy. 

Given this unfortunate situation, Abigail finds herself eating more and more food to try and relieve the stress. She also finds herself ranting to you about the dimwitted man that impregnated her, because you seem the most open to listening without offering advice. Truth be told, you just enjoy the company of a woman that doesn’t shy away from you, or try to woo you over. It brings about a sense of normalcy. 

Now, in the past weeks that this has been happening, you’ve taken to eating at the same times as Abigail, shoveling more and more into your plate like she does. It’s now become a ritual, or as you would like to call it, a hobby, to sit and devour food while shit-talking John Marston as he’s away. ‘Keeping his distance,’ whatever the hell that means, when the woman you’re with is nine months pregnant. 

In the midst of this new hobby, Dutch and Pearson have had many arguments. Dutch was always less than concerned about it, whilst Pearson nearly threw a fit every time either of you came to get portions for a meal.

“I’ve had enough of it. They come, they eat, they leave! That new boy of yours hasn’t done anything since he got here but eat us out of our stock,” Pearson complained for the hundredth time. Though you’d kept up with chores around the camp, (trying to help Abigail pick up some of her slack) you hadn’t really brought any money into the camp, which was what Dutch brought you here to do.

“Arthur’s been trainin’ him well, I’m sure it’ll be no time at all before he starts runnin’ jobs with us.” Dutch knew what this was really about…

Pearson was madder than a hornet when John first got Abigail pregnant. Even worse when he found out she would be traveling with the gang from then on. Feeding a pregnant woman was sometimes like feeding two extra men… not to mention the fact that you joined her at every meal. He doesn’t want to say anything about Abigail, especially in the state she’s in… but maybe if you didn’t sit and eat with her all the damn time, it wouldn’t be as bad, and the rations would last longer. 

“He better start earnin’ his keep. If he doesn’t I’ll skin him, make a stew.”

Dutch let out a boisterous laugh, clapping Pearson on the back and shaking his head. 

“I have a feeling he’ll probably bring in as much as Arthur… There’s some sort of competition between them. I think as long as they don’t rip each other to shreds, they’ll be real beneficial,” He started towards Hosea, passing by you and Abigail on the way and tipping his hat. “Top of the mornin’ to ya.”

“Mornin’,” you nodded with a smile, taking a sip of your coffee before digging back into the bread and jam you both raided from Pearson’s ‘kitchen.’

He ducked into his tent, and you turned back to Abigail, listening intently to all she had to say. Today, she had news of an argument between her and John the night before. 

“It’s been all, ‘how do I even know that kid is mine?’ and ‘what if I don’t want to be a part of it anymore?’ since about the five month mark. M’startin’ to think that maybe I should’ve just left the gang, convinced some poor drunk dope from the town it’s his.” She gave her best John impression when quoting him, and as funny as it was, all you could feel was grief for the young woman. She was too young to even be thinking this way. 

You’ve not spent any one on one time with John, but he sounds like a real ass.

“As sad as I am to say it, Miss Abigail… I believe most of us men are stupid as they come. We can’t tell what’s right in front of us, even if y’all are screamin’ and shoutin’.”

“If that ain’t the truth…” she trailed, sighing with her head down. Even though she portrayed her sorrows in a comedic light, you could tell it weighed on her. 

You weren’t sure if you should even offer this, because you had no idea if you would even be hiding your secret this long, but the longer you go without revealing anything… you’re starting to think of your little secret more permanently.

“If push comes to shove… You can tell the kid it’s mine. Not too sure it’ll believe you, what with the carrot head I got, but if you want to…”

She laughed lighthearted, and sighed again, but this time out of contentment. 

“I guess not all men are stupid. You’re not even the first one who’s offered that to me,” she explained, nodding towards the outskirts of camp where an open tent fixed upon a wagon sat neatly kept. “Arthur said the same thing when all these problems with John started.”

You smiled, looking at his empty living space, barely anything to show that he occupied the place. He had a simple cot and bedroll, a small table, and just a few sentimental pieces here and there. He didn’t need anything fancy or grandiose to his name, just a gun and his hat, and he was satisfied. He’s even kinder than you thought, too, hearing it firsthand from Abigail. A good man, and a great outlaw. You found yourself longing for him nearly every day now, and it would only get worse from here. 

“He’s sure something, ain’t he?” You tried to be nonchalant about him, and it seemed to work in the eyes of Abigail, but if she’d known just one little thing about you, her entire mind would be changed. 

“Oh, yes. I’ll be damn straight with ya, I almost wish it were Arthur I met last year. Wish it was him that found me at the brothel. I do love John, but… he breaks my heart sometimes,” she let out, trying to hold herself together. She’d long since begun crying herself to sleep at night, pretty much since John decided she could sleep on her own. Now, though, was not the place to break down. You’ve been kind enough to listen to her, and she feels as though using your shoulder to cry on would be taking advantage. So she changes the subject. “While I’m on the topic of love… I’ve heard you got an admirer.”

Your cheeks grew red from embarrassment, and she thought that maybe you were blushing, but she didn’t know how far off she was. “I guess I’ve heard a thing or two ‘bout that…”

“Tilly is a sweet girl, I’m sure you both would get along fine,” she added, going back to her food. 

“She’s one of the kindest souls I’ve met,” you told her, trying to be as honest as you could without divulging anything she didn’t need to know. “I’ve just never…”

“You’ve never… what?” 

You shrugged, huffing a sigh and eating the last piece of jam covered bread on your plate. Already you could tell you’d be hungry again soon. “Never been in a relationship like that before.”

“I see. Is that something you think you’d want?” Her patience is why you liked speaking with her. Sometimes she had a short temper, but it was almost always warranted and towards those who deserved it. 

You took her question to heart. You’d not even considered a relationship since the day you ran away. Your self-found freedom had been from an arranged marriage. It had been your choice to leave that way of life. You never thought you’d ever find love in the aftermath of your liberation, but thinking about it now… You looked to Arthur’s tent, just a single glance to see if he’s returned yet.

“I hope so, maybe someday when the time is right. I just think that right now, I’m not so sure about anything at all, and it wouldn’t be fair to Miss Tilly to start up something I ain’t ready for.”

She sat and stared into your downward expression for a minute, meeting your eyes when you looked up. 

You smirked a little at her gaping expression, trying to make light of it. 

“I got somethin’ on my face?” 

“No,” she shook her head, knocking herself out of whatever trance she just fell into. “S’just that… I think you’re mighty wise for someone your age. And for a man, too.” 

“I reckon that’s a real fine compliment, and I’ll take it well.”

You both shared a laugh before going back to the stashed food for seconds. 

-

Dutch had an idea… a dangerous thing, but sometimes a very lucrative one. 

The worst part about this dangerous and lucrative idea? Arthur, Javier, John, and Bill were on board. It meant there was gonna be one hell of a party this afternoon, and no one in their right mind would have the courage to stop it. 

You were unaware of said idea until around lunch time, when Pearson just ripped you a new one for taking food before it was even ready. You shared it with Abigail of course, you’re not an animal.

Dutch and Hosea were making the plans for this afternoon, and came across you both sulking in the grass, just inches away from Pearson’s space. They grabbed some small provisions for themselves, as they hadn’t quite eaten much today, and you overheard some of their chatter. 

“I’m getting too old for all that excitement. One job here and there is all I can do anymore,” Hosea tried to reason with his dearest friend. 

“I need another gun or it doesn’t work,” Dutch sighed out, scratching the back of his neck as he thought of another solution. 

You stood up and peeked over the barrel you’d been resting against, leaning over it and making your presence known. 

“I got a gun,” you smirked, halfway joking incase he shuts you down. He hasn’t told you directly that he doesn’t want you riding with them yet, but he has asked Arthur if he thinks you’re ready… to which Arthur always replied, ‘almost.’ 

Dutch narrowed his eyes at you, looking back to Hosea, but the man held his hands up in mock defense. He was gonna sit this one out regardless.

“How’s your horse with gunfire?” he asked, genuinely considering your offer today. 

“He oughta be fine, otherwise I can take someone else’s.”

There was another moment of pause, and Hosea spoke up. 

“Sean would be happy to go, he hasn’t seen action in a few weeks.” 

You sighed, doing your best to act as if you weren’t upset, then started to speak loudly.

“That’s fine by me. I’ll just stay here and have lunch with Abigail…” you trailed, and immediately Pearson whipped himself around from his station. 

“No!” He shouted, and though you were partially joking, he didn’t want to find that out for himself. He’d had enough of you, and likely of Abigail, too. “As God is my witness, I will pack my shit and never look back… take him, I’m beggin’ ya.”

Dutch found his little outburst quite comical, as did you. He chuckled lowly and rolled it over in his head once more before deciding. Maybe what you really needed to learn was being thrown in the deep end. Hell, he knew what you were capable of. It was the very reason you stood on this ground in the first place. Now he needed to put those fiery trigger fingers to the test. 

“Son,” he turned back to face you with a look of sheer confidence, hopefully this didn’t mean the pressure would all be on you. “Saddle your horse, load up on ammo. You’ll be going with John.”

The smile you had immediately left your face. 

“Yessir,” you said quickly, leaving the group to do as he said. 

John Marston, the man you’d been shit talking for over a week now. Not to his face, of course, but to his lady it was enough, even if she was doing just as much if not more in sullying his name. 

You had a bad taste for him, that much you could say. It wasn’t going to be fun, but you’d prevail. You had to. It was time to start earning your keep. 

You found the rest of the men by the hitching posts, strolling up as confidently as can be. You enjoyed the baffled looks of confusion they wore, unsure of what you were doing here. Surely you wouldn’t be joining them…

“Howdy,” you teased, tipping your hat to them with a sideways smirk. Your young looking ‘boyish’ features gave them an inkling of annoyance with the look you wore, all cocky and arrogant for show. “Give me just a second, I’ll be ready to head out.”

“You’re coming with us?” Bill questioned, though it wasn’t out of sheer curiosity, but agitation.

“Damn straight,” you muttered quieter, done joking for now since they all seemed to be absolutely against you riding along. You got along with them in camp, why did they seem to exclude you now that a job was concerned? Why did they look like they were about to fight tooth and nail to keep you here?

You ignored their sarcastic chatter over your ‘scrawny’ appearance, and made ready your horse. You’d taken him riding several times since getting here, but he hasn’t gotten to see much action other than running down the side of the river bank. 

“What the hell are you doin’?” Arthur came up beside you, trying to gain your primary focus and lead it away from the horse… not exactly a hard task when you look like Arthur Morgan does.

“Dutch said I’m ridin’ on the job,” you explained, making it very clear, first and foremost, that you had permission to go out with them from the boss.

“When? Just now? Because as it was told to us, you weren’t goin’...” 

“I get y’all don’t exactly want me here, but he needed another gun. I happen to have one, matter of fact, and I’m pretty damn good at shootin’ it. I don’t understand your hissy fit, but it ain’t gonna stop me from goin’, so I hope we’re not gonna have a problem, here.” 

He kept his mouth shut. He needed to think and rehash his words in his head before he let something fly that he didn’t at all mean. 

“I’m tryin’ to protect you, kid.” He was even closer than before all of a sudden, and you had to make him the center of your attention once again.

“Protect me from what? I shoot faster than you, remember?”

You made a point, but he made a better one. 

“You mean ‘the one shot you know how to take?’ Is that the one?” He recalled your words from many days before, the day he began teaching you everything you needed to know. You’d been here nearly a month now, if you hadn’t learned enough already, you never would.

“Look, Arthur,” you turned away from him using all the strength you had, because dammit, you did enjoy looking at him. “I know you don’t think this is ideal, but it’s not your call to make. Take it up with Dutch.”

You strapped a rifle to your horse and grabbed its reins from the hitching post, leading the dark, glossy stallion over by where the boys were finishing up. 

“Marston,” you called, all traces of light hearted fun were gone from your tone, completely dulled and sullen from the loss of excitement. “I’m with you.”

-

Arthur rode with Dutch nearly the whole time.

You were on the caboose end of the cavalcade, and watched them talk up ahead. There was no doubt in your mind it concerned you, because that’s why Arthur is so high strung, so angry about this job. 

Javier gave you the run-down on the first few minutes of the ride. It’s a quick job, and shouldn’t get drawn any attention from the neighboring towns. Essentially, there’s a procession of carriages coming from the north and heading south east, and most of the folk traveling are fairly wealthy. The kicker is, all the valuables from each person are said to be stowed on a ‘safe cart’ in the middle of the procession. You’re not sure how they figure that, but you know Dutch has incredible sources. Using the team assembled, you’ll all have to separate the safe cart from the rest of the caravan, leading it off the trail and far enough away that it can be easily raided with no repercussions. The only downside? The safe cart is heavily guarded by several armed men and is manned by experienced drivers. 

Once Javier started getting into the logistics and details of the job, you zoned out, focusing on the conversation happening with Arthur and Dutch up ahead. You had no clue what they were saying, but the body language and facial expressions said a lot. 

Arthur likely expressed his concerns to Dutch, and thereafter, was told he need not be concerned… But Arthur was a persistent animal, he didn’t just dip his head and turn away. 

You think that Arthur may have listed a few points for Dutch to consider, and that the man did so, with the fact in the forefront of his mind that you were still on the job. 

By the time everyone reached the lookout, the two of them circled around to face the rest. 

“There’s been a change of plan,” Dutch called out, looking over every face and the horse they accommodated, and they lasted longer on you than the others. “John, you’re taking the frontside of the caravan with Javier.”

And just like that, you’d been replaced. 

“Where am I goin’ then?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“You’re with me, Red,” Arthur let out, his tone not nearly as angry as earlier. Now you gotta know what happened during that talk with Dutch.

“Yes, you and Arthur will bring up the back, makin’ sure there’s no surprises.”

You weren’t sure what to feel. Was he trying to keep you where he could see you? Did he think of himself as your babysitter? Why would he put up all that fuss just to give in as long as you rode with him?

“Alright,” you sighed out, acknowledging that bringing up the rear of the operation was still better than not coming at all. 

The rest of the plan stayed the same, and soon, everyone split off with their respective partners for this heist. 

You rode off with Arthur in silence to the waiting point, not daring to say anything until you’d been sure nobody was around to hear it. You weren’t going to rip into him about this, but you had questions. He clearly was concerned over your wellbeing if he fought so hard to make sure you wouldn’t be riding in, guns blazing, on your first job. You were just going to cover the rear, a measure of security. 

When you stopped just short of the trail, you hitched your horses, taking cover behind some bushes and trees to lay low. You turned to Arthur with a huff. 

“What the hell was that?” 

He was taken aback, but not jumpy about your outburst.

“Don’t start with this again, kid. I’m tryin’ to help you,” he crossed his arms, leaning against the tree and watching the road. It was still too early for the caravan, but he didn’t want to meet your eyeline.

“You ain’t helpin’ me, you’re holdin’ me back,” you grumbled, stepping on a small gathering of dead leaves, becoming even more enraged - for no good reason - when they didn’t crunch beneath your boot. 

“You’ll thank me one day…” he trailed, lighting a cigarette from within his pocket. You would have decked him in the face if you thought it would help. 

At first you’d been grateful to him, for seeing you no differently than the others, and even showing you the ropes to become better equipped. Now you could see it was all a ruse. He underestimated you and kept telling Dutch you weren’t ready. He kept ‘training’ you to keep you busy. You weren’t falling for that shtick again. You didn’t care how pretty his eyes were, anymore. 

“Where do you get off, Morgan? The shit you’ve been putting me through these past weeks…” you scoffed, finding it amusing almost just how unbothered he seemed to be. Maybe he really was just as mean as the town’s folk say. “I’ve been able to match or best you at everything you’ve thrown at me. Maybe I should just take you out of my way.” 

He chuckled, standing upright and creeping towards you with slow steps. His eyes narrowed, and for once, you felt you knew what it was like to be prey. 

“You wanna give it a try?” he taunted, towering over you with a threatening stare. Just seeing how intimidating he could really be, you wanted to back off. Of course, you didn’t. “You really think you could take me?” 

His voice was all too quiet, all too calm. The words he spoke held such heaviness, but it didn’t show in his tone. He was teasing you, and if you gave in, he’d likely give you a humbling. You knew he’d been eyeing your hand, as if hovered closely to your gun belt… so you dropped it to your side to defuse him a little. 

“I think I could drop you where you stand.”

You were all talk, now, and he knew that… but it still boiled under his skin the way you challenged him. 

“You make quite a big to do of yourself… M’guessin’ that’s where most of your reputation came from,” he smirked, but he should know better than to taunt you about those men you shot dead.

“Before I got here I barely spoke a word to no one… I got my reputation from shootin’ folks so fast they didn’t have time to repent to God.” 

Your dead eye stare caught him. He didn’t back down, didn’t waver… he was so staunchly preserved in his way of life that he didn’t even let it show in his eyes just how much you got to him with that line.

“Your twenty-one notches ain’t shit to me.” He’s sure that by now he’s killed hundreds, maybe thousands. Sure, most he shot in the back, but the number in which he didn’t still far surpasses your miniscule little twenty-one. 

“Then let’s make it twenty-two, yeah?” You didn’t plan on shooting it, but you drew your pistol faster than he could think, trying to put it against his chest to scare him, but his reaction time was faster than you had initially thought. He grabbed the gun from your hand before it ever neared him, and threw it into the grass behind him before shoving you down.  

“Damnit, Red! You have no clue, do you?” He stood over you angrily, looking at your frozen figure like you were an animal he was hunting. “You got a gift that none of us have. Hell, I’ve been doin’ this for sixteen years and I still ain’t as fast as you. You could be the best of us, but you’re too damn stubborn, and too damn arrogant. You’re never gonna get anywhere if you’re dead.”

You stood to your feet, staring at him silently. You didn’t have anything to say to him, and honestly, you weren’t sure what would even be okay at this point. He was still angry, but his arms were no longer tense, and he wasn’t seething through harsh breaths anymore. You turned away from him and walked to your horse, sitting back down by the base of a tree and tipping your hat over your eyes. This was going to be a long day.

-

It was approaching sundown when the caravan actually arrived. You’d been napping when Dutch and Bill first gave the signal. Arthur had been watching for it the entire time, and scoffed when he turned his head to you, finding you still fast asleep as if you had nothing to worry about. 

He took a few steps over towards your resting place, kicking your boot and startling you out of your peaceful slumber. 

“What?” you asked, annoyed. Your hat was still over your eyes, so he couldn’t see how dazed you actually were. 

“Sorry, miss… didn’t mean to disturb you,” he teased, his mood having cooled off since the hours after the fight you had. “Just thought you should be conscious during your first job.”

You huffed and stood to your feet, fixing your hat and making sure you hadn’t left anything on the ground. 

Arthur went back to the lookout position and watched through his binoculars for any signs that it was about to go down… you still weren’t one hundred percent clear on the plan, so you thought you might try and annoy him a little by reiterating it.

“So… Dutch and Bill are gonna close in on the sides, leadin’ the safe carriage away from the rest, and that’s when Javier and John stop it from the front. I got that right?” 

“You got it right,” he droned on mindlessly, trying his best to pay more attention to the small flaming signal in the distance. It’s getting closer, but until they put the fire out, there’s no need to mount your horses. 

“Then it‘s a four man job, they don’t even need us.”

“I s’pose you never heard the term ‘backup’ then, have you?” He snickered, still not even giving a glance in your direction. He was firm as stone in his resolve, and you figured it would be no use trying to entertain yourself further. 

“Didn’t take you as the ‘backup’ type…” you grumbled under your breath, mumbling some other incoherencies that he didn’t get a chance to hear. He was almost sure he saw Bill creeping over to the torch, and became positive when the light went dark. 

“Get on your horse,” he became quieter, more focused. You instantly figured it out that he was the type to zone in on his jobs, and maybe you could learn from it. If you really wanted to be his equal, you needed to learn to meet or best him in everything he thrives at. 

“You get the signal?” 

He nodded, “they’re coming down the trail, we gotta be ready to chase em’ when they come through.”

You both pulled up onto your saddles, holding the horse’s from moving too much. If your position was given away, they might derail the caravan from the trail. You reckon this many rich folk traveling in a pack oughta know someone’s gonna be stupid enough to steal from them. It’s why they have a safe carriage in the first place. 

Within a moment, you can see the caravan coming over the hill. It’s dimly lit as the sun lowers completely behind the mountains, small lanterns clinging to every vehicle on the trail. You look up to the ridge that Arthur had been scoping out all this time, and you see Dutch and Bill riding downwards in a rapid attempt to split the caravan. That’s when you spot it… the stone cold metal wagon, weighing probably more than all the horses in camp combined, and armed to the brim with men on every corner. They carry heavy repeaters, their heads on a swivel. They haven’t seen Dutch or Bill yet, but as they round the corner, they all raise their weapons, just for the sound of horse hooves. 

“Cover ‘em,” Arthur told you, grabbing his rifle off his horse’s saddle. You did the same, not hesitant to start shooting at the men in the distance. You had relatively good cover, and couldn’t really be seen, but upon seeing so much fire come from your side of the trail, they began offroading towards Dutch and Bill. 

“Do we go?” you asked, switching to your pistol as you prepared to let your horse run. 

“Not yet,” he held his hand for you to watch, leaning sideways to see around another tree. He had to make sure the rest of the caravan wasn’t following the safe cart. When he saw that most of them stopped in place, he flicked his wrist, pointing in the direction you needed to go. “Now.”

You rode quickly and out onto the trail, passing the other carriages. You could vaguely hear women crying and men yelling. They ain’t gotta be afraid for their lives, so long as they stay put. 

It wasn’t hard to catch up to the gang, as they had taken the remaining guards off on the way to stopping the carriage. There was one rogue horseman that Arthur turned and shot before he could get too close to the area, but other than that, they were able to get the damn thing stationary enough to rob. 

“John, hold him off,” Dutch commanded, watching the younger man hold his gun to the carriage driver’s skull. The man cried out for mercy, not knowing that Dutch would spare his life regardless. He was unarmed, and wasn’t standing in their way, so obviously they would let him go. The Van Der Linde’s did have a code, after all. “Arthur, you open the back.”

And so he put his gun away and strolled up to the back of the wagon with his head held high, happy this robbery went according to plan… until of course, he opened the back, and was unprepared for a heavily armed man to aim right for his chest and pull the trigger. Two guns sounded at almost the same time, but yours sounded first, and it was just quick enough to skew the aim of the dead man, and he landed a non-fatal blow to Arthur’s shoulder. Both men collapsed, but one was still alive. Twenty-Two…

“Arthur! You alright, son?” Dutch yelled, running over to check on him. You’d already knelt down by where he had fallen back to, trying to sit up, but failing because of the pain. You immediately put pressure on his wound, trying to stop the bleeding on your own accord. You ripped the bandana from your neck and tried tying it up, but it was just barely long enough to go around his entire shoulder and underarm. 

“M’fine, s’just a minor shot, it went through.”

“Brooks, you oughta take him back to camp, see if any of the girls know how to patch him up,” he gave you direct orders, and you nodded, helping a moaning and groaning Arthur to his feet. 

“How’d we make out?” Arthur asked, looking into the open wagon, where Bill and Javier seemed to be rolling in money.

“Pretty damn good,” Dutch replied, giving a pat to your shoulder, since Arthur’s is in disarray. “And Brooks?” 

You looked over your shoulder at him, a hopeful look on your face, longing for the approval of someone besides yourself for once. “Yeah?”

“You did good.”

And there it was, the signed seal of approval from none other than Dutch Van Der Linde himself. 

You and Arthur remained pretty silent on the ride back to camp, mostly because he was in a shocking amount of pain and distress, but he did his best to hold it in.

You hitched and unsaddled his horse for him, doing the same with yours before following him into camp. He made way for one of the ladies, maybe Abigail if Jack was asleep already, or Karen if she wasn’t busy workin’ some of the town men. 

“Hey,” you recognized what he was doing, so you pulled him by the opposite arm in the direction of his tent. “I’ll do it.”

His living area was just wide open space in the trees, unlike yours, however, he got quite a bit more elbow room than you did. Perks of seniority

“You don’t have to-”

“I’m tryna apologize, you should let me.”

He laughed a little, a soft smile on his lips.

“What’re you apologizing for?” He asked, sitting down into his cot as you rummaged through the supplies he had on hand. Maybe not the best stuff around, but to stitch him up and wrap it after, it was fine. He’d survive. 

“Bein’ an ass, and taunting you when I know you could snap my neck in one hand.” You were flat in your tone, too focused on threading a needle to put any effort behind your words. 

“I’d never,” he said, laughing a little. He seemed to be in a cheerful mood for just having been shot. 

“You might,” you tied the thread off and bit the end to break it from the spool. Very hygienic, you know, but you didn’t find a pair of scissors. “You’ve only just barely reached the surface for just how obnoxious I can be.”

“Oh have I now?” 

“Mhm…”

You pulled at his shirt collar, opening just a few more buttons until it could pull back over his arm. He didn’t stop you, or even wince, just sat back and waited for the sting of a needle.

“This ain’t gonna tickle,” you braced him, but as soon as you started digging into his skin, making the actual stitches, he was surprised. You were pretty good at this… the reasoning behind it was probably just another one of your many secrets, he’s sure.

“S’not so bad, actually. You do this a lot?” 

“Not anymore… but I was a little rich girl, remember? Did embroidery and needlepoint since I was a little kid. I kind of miss it, actually.” 

“A gunslinger misses doin’ needlepoint?” he chuckled, feeling the hole in his skin being patched back together. Now you just gotta do the other side. 

“Well sure,” you furrowed your brows, leaning forward to bite the thread again and pull his body so you could see the exit wound. “I used to sit on the porch of my house and do it with my mama.”

He felt sorrowful all of a sudden. “Were you uh… close with your mother?”

You nodded, not speaking in fears you’d tear up, or your voice would crack. The way you both were sitting, he couldn’t see the direct look on your face, but he understood it was probably a sensitive subject. 

Oh to think, what a life you may have led if you were not born a girl. You missed your mother, and your old friends from school. You missed being able to do needlepoint, and other more feminine activities. 

“You know what I hate most about this life?” you uttered, your voice shallow, but you didn’t seem to care all that much anymore. He seemed to take a genuine interest in your problems, and your personal feelings. It was more than you could say about most men. “I haven’t worn a dress in four years… and I really love dresses.”

This wasn’t the meltdown you saw yourself having in front of Arthur, but he didn’t mind it. He placed his opposite hand on your shoulder as you bit off the last thread to seal his wounds. 

“How about this… someday, when you’ve told everyone that you’re- y’know…” he trailed, nodding his head around for emphasis. “I’ll buy you a dress in town. Whichever one you want.”

You couldn’t help but smile. In the span of one day, you’d gone through nearly every emotion you possibly could with this man, but in the end, your resolve had again been weakened, and you found yourself falling into his crystal eyes once more. 

“Thank you, Arthur… You’re a kind man, you know?” 

He shook his head. “Not so kind to most.”

You knew not to argue with him, as you were learning, he was very self deprecating, and there was no changing his mind. You took a leap, unsure of what might come of it, but you wanted to show your gratuity some other way. 

You quickly leaned forward, kissing his cheek ever so softly, almost as if it didn’t even happen. When you sat back, his eyes were a bit wider, and his brows were raised. He seemed to be frozen in surprise, and words failed him. You didn’t want him to possibly find words that could hurt, so you stood up to leave, calling after him whilst walking away. 

“Goodnight, Arthur.”

And that would have been good enough, but your heart skipped a beat when your sentiment was returned. 

“Night, Red.”

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Listen, I really hate the writers of tua for forcing a freshly legal Aidan to have a romance subplot with Ritu, his coworker who’s older than him and has known him since he was a minor. That feels so icky and gross.

I also believe that Five and Lila’s characters fully acted IN character given their situation.

Lila and Five have similar-enough backstory trauma of family issues, being trained assassins/spies, working with the company, etc. When you’re trapped with someone for literal YEARS, just the two of you, with an increasing sense of dread and despair and hopelessness, you’re going to connect with them in a deep way. And their shared traumas would help them understand each other even more. Another point is they both are comfortable with the whole “mentally I’m this age physically I’m this age” thing after working on a company that really fucks around with time stuff for years.

As for Five initially hiding information from Lila (which was very messed up) about how to get back, we must remember that Five is morally gray and fucking TIRED. TIRED. Like remember at the end of s3 when he didn’t want to “rally the troops” again cause they kept making it worse, he just wanted to get shit faced and wait for the end?

Yes he spent 40+ years in the apocalypse alone, became an assassin to get home to his family, spent a month straight trying to stop said apocalypse, then spent years realizing he’s forever fucked up because of his drastic body/mental age difference (do you really think mentally old man Five would date/relate with kids his physical age? That’s lonely as hell), only to find himself trapped AGAIN at the end of the world? He somehow found a way to scrape out some semblance of a happy life for himself, no wonder he wouldn’t instinctively want to go back.

I think if we had those 4 extra episodes, many aspects of s4 would be better, including the fivexlila subplot. We’d get a better understanding of their despair and hopelessness that led to their romance. I also think all romance should have gone away between Five x Lila when they got back. Like agree it was a thing out of convenience/situation and needs to stay in that subway. Outside of that, focus on saving the world should be number one priority.

But even with all of that, I still don’t like it cause in reality, having the actors do those scenes is so icky and uncomfortable. That didn’t need to be a plot point, five could have been trapped with someone else or added a third or SOMETHING. No one asked for it.

I don’t dislike the characters choices, I hate the WRITERS choices.

quick edit after re-watching: I also think Lila was in character during the subway time. Like she probably did feel seen and understood by Five, she is also known for running away from big feelings/problems, so when she had no clue they could get home, I could see her falling into the happy life. Plus the shit that bothered Lila the most at home was SUBURBAN life. Not necessarily mellow life. Plus Five and Lila were still surviving which is much more “adventurous” than organizing a child’s birthday party at an arcade.

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World’s apart-6 —ACOTAR x TOG AU

Part six | warnings: none really | Azriel x Celaena Sardothien

Summary; Pain and suffering one after the other, Azriel decides that maybe he’s not meant for this world, but maybe he is meant for another…

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

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Azriel’s POV

He didn’t dare make a sound, not as he listened to Celaena whip up a detailed excuse to her panic, it was quite impressive actually—how quickly it was put together, it had a couple holes in it but he had a feeling this ‘Chaol’ man was not very intelligent if he hadn’t noticed men’s clothing strewn around the room and the quite groans of pain the Prince was electing, especially as he believed every single word that came out of Celaena’s sinful, beautiful mouth.

Chaol had eaten up all of the Golden one’s lies and was ready to leave when the Prince let out a groan far louder than the others, so loud even a deaf person could hear it, shit.

Azriel was debating knocking the man out as well but he had a feeling that would make things far, far worse, threatening or blackmail could work, maybe, he had a feeling Celaena was thinking the same thing, they seemed to do that a lot.

But for all his Fae swiftness, he didn’t have enough time to even cover the Prince in a blanket before this ‘Chaol’ walked in, Celaena was practically on him in an attempt to drag him away from the scene—that did not go unnoticed by him and definitely pissed him off, for no reason at all—but Chaol was not very impressed and was more than alarmed to see the Prince of Ardalan unconscious and bleeding from the head and even more concerned when he noticed the extra pointy fangs from where Azriel was trying to smile to feign innocence, that did not work either.

Celaena’s worried eyes met his own, what in The Mother’s name were they going to do? Celaena looked contemplative, these people must be her friends of sorts if it was taking her this long to decide. . .

“Chaol. . .” She started, her mouth tight in worry, her beautiful cerulean eyes darting between Azriel and Chaol, “uh. . . Err. . . This isn’t what it looks like?” She tried, seriously? That was the best she could come up with? His nephew could come up with something better than that.

Both men—one male and one man technically—whirled around to face the Golden One, giving her incredulous looks, “damn, guys, harsh.” She started glaring at them both. Celaena sighed, knowing she wasn’t getting anywhere so she decided to just say the truth, “look, Chaol, I love you and we had some great times but I will kill you if you rat on me.” Love. He tried not to think about that, or the fact that they were looking at eachother so intently he started getting jealous, jealous? That didn’t sound like him, then again, this strange viper of a woman had pulled out more emotions from him in the last few days that anyone else had done in his five hundred years of existence, what was that about?

This time, Chaol sighed, giving up and rubbing his temples vigorously, “fine, I won’t tell anyone, but you have to promise me that you are only helping him get home and nothing more, got it?” He hissed, Celaena just smiled in a way that was uniquely hers and said, “I don’t make promises,” and added, just to our the fuel on the fire, “only threats. And you. Captain, are going to be in a world of trouble if you snitch and if you don’t move the hell out of my way and get a towel for Dorian’s head.”

The prince groaned one more in agreement, the Captain immediately moving out of the way for Celaena to run through, both of them watching her move with pre-natural grace, one he only ever saw in other Fae. Perhaps there was something the assassin wasn’t telling him. And he’d be dammed if the Spymaster of the Night Court didn’t figure out what it was.

The End.

Note: short(?) little chapter ✿ thanks for reading!

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Spoilers for What He Left Behind | Chapter 1 | Rated T

“So you married her, knocked her up, and decided this isn’t what you wanted?” Sasuke asked in disbelief, staring at Naruto, who sat at his table looking like he was talking about the weather.

“Yeah,” Naruto shrugged, sipping his beer.

“You’re an asshole,” Sasuke told him flatly. After a few more moments of thought, he added. “Get out.”

“What?” Naruto asked, surprised.

“You aren’t staying here,” Sasuke growled. “I am not your rebound.”

“Just for a day or two until I leave?” Naruto bargained.

“No.” Sasuke snapped. “You want adventure, then fuck off and find it. I’m not being an accomplice to you abandoning your WIFE and KID like some whore you took in for the sex.”

Naruto looked down at his beer with a pout, silently getting up, leaving it on the table, and picking up his coat.

Sasuke rubbed his face and sighed as the door closed. 

What the hell was he thinking? Naruto had done nothing but talk about how great she was from the day they started dating, but now that he realized he was going to be a father, the ONE thing he always wanted when they were kids, he got cold feet. 

Sasuke looked at his beer and sighed. He needed better friends.

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Sasuke looked around the half-emptied apartment from the door, and his eyes rested on the puffy, tear-streaked face of the single inhabitant. 

“Shit, I can’t believe he did it so soon.” He shouldn’t have said that. Sasuke cringed, expecting her to blow up on him for knowing and not warning her, but she didn’t. She just looked at him, completely numb, lifeless, like she cried all she could, and nothing could make her feel worse at rock bottom.

“I’ll have to… call some friends,” Hinata whispered to herself. Her voice was strained, like it was hard to make the thought. She was so shut down that holding herself up was laborious. Sasuke was sure that she probably could afford the apartment on her own now, but maybe not with the added expense of a kid.

Sasuke rubbed his head in panic and frustration. What the hell was he doing even being here? He came to talk Naruto out of leaving. Now, what did he do? 

Hinata didn’t tell him to leave, didn’t stop him from entering, just offered a quiet. ‘He isn’t here.’ She waited for him to say something or leave her to her misery. Sasuke could feel the loss coming off her like waves. 

“...Stay here for a few more days, pack up your stuff...and… dammit, you can stay with me for a while.” Sasuke huffed.

Some color came to her face as she managed to look surprised. 

Sasuke hated Naruto so much right now. This family was all he ever talked about, and to just toss it like this made him sick. He didn’t know this woman well, but after all the shit Naruto said about her being his dream just to drop her. Sasuke couldn’t, even with his terrible conscience, leave her like this. 

Hinata didn’t argue with him, but he honestly didn’t think she had the energy. Sasuke rubbed his face. How was he going to do this? There was an extra room in his apartment. He was using the space for storage, and the odd time Naruto crashed. She could be moved in there. It wasn’t that much farther from her job. It would work. 

This could work.

Why he was taking responsibility for this? It wasn’t his kid. He hadn’t walked out. But that’s what he did, right? Clean up Naruto’s messes, though he’d be damned if he did that again. This was the last one. If it weren’t for the fact Naruto ruined her life with one decision, Sasuke wouldn’t even have done this much, but damn it, the life was sucked out of her.

Hinata pressed her lips together, leaning against the table in the hall by the door, and looked back at the beautiful home she created for her marriage. “I don’t want any of it.” She whispered, her lip quivering.

“Then… grab what you do want. And we can have the rest sold. You won’t even have to look at it.” Sasuke problem solved. He looked over the house and felt a pit of disgust. She laid her hand on her stomach, and her face got more grave. Maybe she needed more help.

Sasuke swallowed his own discomfort. “You know what. Let’s do that now.” He stepped past her, and she did as he hoped, following him as he headed to the bedroom. “Where do you keep your suitcase?”

Hinata weakly pointed to the top of the closet, where it was clear that the other suitcase was missing and the closet was half empty. The sickening abandonment irradiated with the lack of care Naruto took to rip his things out. 

Sasuke grabbed it, laying it open on the bed. He pulled out as many clothes as he could off the bar to lay by the suitcase. “Anything you want to take out?” It wasn’t all going to fit, but they could also make a second trip with some boxes.

Hinata pressed her lips together, looking down like she was seeing something clearly for the first time since he had come in. She picked up the first dress and dropped it to the floor-sweeping it away with her foot with all the strength she could muster, which honestly wasn’t much, but the intention was there. He frowned at the fabric as she started pulling clothing off their hangers and neatly folding them. Others joined the dress on the floor, but the first one stuck out. 

Sasuke remembered that dress, red. It looked horrible on her pale skin. Hinata wore it to their anniversary dinner. She was all smiles until, oh.

Hinata finished the set, and he got her another bundle. When done with the closet, she got enough momentum. She pulled open drawers and did the same on her own. Another thing to join the dress on the floor was lingerie. He scrunched his face. He could understand that. He didn’t like Naruto’s tastes either, and honestly, they looked uncomfortable. The last thing she would want to remember was those.

With the suitcases looking full, he dug in the closet for a box or another bag. Hinata was ahead of him. She pulled a duffle out from under the bed and dumped the contents out onto the floor. It looked like some of Naruto’s things. She stepped over the pile and filled the bag with anything else she wanted, her face set to a hardened yet somehow still gentle scowl as she weakly but intentionally shoved her things into her bag. She moved past him. He stepped out of her way quickly as she dug into the closet. She pushed a box out of the way and exploded as the top came off, and stacks of pictures fell to the floor. She didn’t even give it a look as she pulled what she wanted out. 

Pictures of them all through high school cluttered the floor. Some fell face down with notes and dates. ‘When I fell in love with your smile.’ That camera she kept with her all through school, and these weren’t Naruto’s sloppy scripts.

The story just painted itself with more details that made him hollow. Hinata lost everything she had ever wanted.

Hinata stepped out of the room, came back with an arm full of things from other rooms, and then struggled to zip the duffle bag. Her hand slipped she let out a frustrated squeak. 

“I’ve got it.” Sasuke moved to zip it for her and picked it up, and she gazed up at him, broken tears starting to fall again. “You think you’re ready?”

She gave a solemn shake of her head, but what choice did she have?

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Hinata slept on the couch the first night. She didn’t even change out of her clothes. She curled up while he made some arrangements, and he threw a blanket over her when he discovered her passed out. She must have been tired. It was weird, but he knew the autopilot feeling after his parents died. He was numb for weeks. Everything felt like a chore to do, and he was only a kid. She was an adult, who just found out she was pregnant, and she was mourning her loss. He wasn’t sure if she had been angry yet, but if not, what she had displayed in her apartment was likely a drop in the barrel. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see it when it split. But he would. He had made this decision.

He emptied the drawers out of an extra dresser and pushed it into the spare room. He threw what was scattered into boxes and put them all in the corner. He would go through it later. He meant to get rid of some of it anyway. He had a spare futon in his closet, ironically when Naruto got too drunk to head home independently. He tossed a clean pillow and blanket on it and headed back to the living room. Hinata slept through the whole commotion. 

Sasuke wiped the sweat from his forehead and set his hands on his hips, debating moving her to the futon, but he decided not to disturb her rest. He pulled his shirt off on the way to the shower.

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Breakfast was quiet, and the air was tense. Sasuke pointed her to the bathroom, showed her how to turn on his shower, where he kept his towels, and that all was all the more he said to her. He didn’t keep much food, so he waited for her to be done with her shower and dressed and took her down to the coffee shop he usually hit on weekend mornings.

The first thing she said all morning other than thank you was. “This is the worst pastry.” She mumbled as she continued eating it in little picked-off chunks. 

Sasuke snorted. “Yeah, the coffee isn’t that good either.” 

Hinata looked out the window at the street. “Why do you come here?”

“As bad as the coffee is, it’s close, and I can’t make it myself.” He admitted with a sigh.

“I can,” Hinata whispered, eating the last crumbs of her pastry. “I can do that.” She whispered again. It was an offer. She was offering a service for her stay.

Sasuke licked his lips and thumbed the rim of his cup. “If you want.”

They were strangers. They knew of each other, but other than the passing comment or question, the only thing they had in common abandoned them both. Now that he wasn’t here, the air was empty, and he could feel the void between them.

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Hinata put all of her things away in the drawers of the dresser he put in her room. He found another place for his old guitar and random junk. He dug through it. Some of it went to the trash, and some of it got shoved in the closet in his room. Against her best wishes, she decided to go back to the apartment to pack some more things, mostly her kitchen supplies, and though most of them were wedding gifts which left a sour taste in her mouth, she couldn’t cook with just chopsticks and one pan. Did Sasuke only eat out? She took one final look and snapped some pictures with her phone before sending a text to Naruto. He could have the rest. His name was on the lease. It wasn’t her problem.

Hinata went to work against Sasuke’s recommendation to call in a sick day. She regretted it. It was clear to everyone there was something wrong, and no one wanted her to have peace. The next day was just the same, if not worse, and by the third day, she called in sick for the rest of the week. 

She bought groceries for his home. How did he still eat only take-out and quick-cooked rice? The thought brought pain to her heart. When she started living with Naruto, he lived on ramen cups and didn’t understand her need for fruit.

When she made her list, Sasuke told her what he did and didn’t like it. She cooked, he would mumble a compliment, and she would wash the dishes and look through her phone before she went to bed.

It was like merely surviving for either of them, but it would do for now.

What He Left Behind

Pairing: Sasuke x Hinata Rating: T

Description: When Sasuke is confronted with an abandoned pregnant Hinata, he does the only thing he can think to do, he takes her in. Strangers to friends. Friends to lovers.

Tags: Pregnancy  |  Romance  |  Domestic Fluff  |  Happy Ending  |  Fluff and Angst  |  Hurt/Comfort

[cryptid-artha]

This needs to be said

Cancel culture is wrong. End of.

Picking out reasons to hate a person and put them down, is wrong. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Tearing someone down over you not liking something, no matter how justified you think you are, is absolutely and completely wrong.

"But this person did this problematic thing therefore they are a bad person!" Yes, they did. They did something you deem problematic. But they are a human being. There is nuance. There are ALWAYS more sides to a story. There are always nuances, and reasons. And cancelling that person is not going to make anything better. This world is not black and white. There are numerous lies that go around online. People love to focus on the negative, and the news, articles, and others will home in on the negative. They will even lie to get those precious views, clicks, and money. Even major news outlets, so you can’t even trust the news! And, in all reality, you can’t even trust a lot of people because when you decide something is bad and start picking it apart, other people are going to be influenced to see this as worse than it is. And before you know it, somebody who made a mistake is being ripped apart by a dreadful mob mentality tearing apart all the improvement they have done. 

I saw it happen, years ago, here on Tumblr. There was somebody who used to be an abusive person. They were manipulative, attention seeking, and generally treated people like shit. They wanted what they wanted, and guilt tripped and the whole nine yards. They realized what they were doing wrong, so they took a hiatus off the internet, worked with therapy, and went through some massive self improvement, and then they came back. They were doing well! They made friends! Their mental health was better. 

But then, somebody brought up their past. And they got harassed so badly that… rumor has it? They committed suicide. Now, I don’t know if they actually did, but I do remember they were contemplating and feeling like they shouldn’t even be alive and these hateful people were actively encouraging them to do it and telling them they were a worthless abuser and would always be a worthless abuser.  Making it worse and bringing up every bad thing they ever did. And yeah! They dropped off the face of the internet. And I have never, ever seen them again. Now, I am not saying that you shouldn't warn people if somebody is actually unsafe. Like if they are a known abuser, or a pedophile, or there's something else they have done that risks harming real people in the present.

This needs to be handled with care. You absolutely can warn folks about their actions, to keep people safe, without adding in extra stuff just to get people as angry with them as humanly possible. Warn other folks about the harm they have done and could do, but do NOT turn around and pick every single thing about them apart. 

Don't go digging into their past and bringing up stuff that has absolutely nothing to do with what you are warning folks about. This should be done with great care, only taking the most recent proof of actual, real harm. 

It is tempting to let emotion take hold. It is tempting to try to make everybody else think you are so good and virtuous for taking that villain down like some comic book super hero, a mighty warrior behind a screen, tapping away at a keyboard. 

But, really, is tearing down another human being really something to be proud of? What if what you are accusing them of isn’t true? What if the sources are wrong? What if you are getting the wrong person? What if they’ve learned and grown and become a better person?  What if you are only seeing part of the story? Try to think of how you would feel if you fucked up in the past. Say, for example, you were an abuser. You manipulated people, hurt people. Maybe you were a bully.  But, over life, you have learned that those actions are wrong. You apologized, did what you could to make it right, then removed yourself from the people you hurt. You grew and learned, you became a better person. You found new friends, using what you learned from your mistakes to keep them and be kind to them this time. You still struggle with shame over what you did, but you are proud of the progress. You are proud of the growth you have gone through, and you are doing your best to continue to learn and grow. Now. Imagine it is years later. You've healed and become healthy and happy, treating people the way they should be treated. Maybe sometimes those old habits come up, but you always push them back down. You apologize when you mess up, and make an effort to learn from your mistakes. It’s slow going, but you’ve come to learn that growth is a slow process. A seed does not become a mighty oak tree overnight.

... And somebody digs up your past because of something or other you did that they deemed problematic. Maybe it was something you did wrong. Maybe you messed up. It wasn't intentional, but what’s done is done, and all you can do is try to avoid that mistake again. Maybe you didn't realize what you did until it was pointed out. Old habits die hard, after all. And no matter how hard you try, sometimes you will slip back. Healing and learning and growing is a slow process. People make mistakes, humans are humans! We are complicated creatures, after all.

But none of that matters. More and more of your past, every little mistake, every little thing folks deem "Questionable" is dragged out and paraded in front of others. All of the past you have worked so hard to grow and learn from is shoved back in your face, a dark shadow you can never escape. The shame, the pain, all of that effort feels like it was for nothing. You become nothing more than the mistakes you made in the past. Maybe those shitty things you did in the past were part of a cycle. Maybe it was learned behavior. Maybe you didn't know it was wrong at the time. That doesn’t change what happened, it doesn’t unhurt the people who were hurt, but you can learn from it and become a better person.

Or, maybe, you didn’t even do anything that bad, or didn't do the thing you are being accused of at all, or it was blown out of proportion with more lies than truth through the grapevine. Or really important details were cut out that make the story sound so much worse than it really is. 

Nobody cares about the real story. Nobody cares about your side. Nobody cares about everything you’ve done to move past it, how hard you’ve tried, how much you’ve grown. All they care about is every single bad thing you have ever done in your life, and any other reason they can find to hate you.

It sure does hurt, doesn’t it? Yeah, there are people who are legitimately bad people. People who really have done bad things, or are still doing bad things. People who hurt others. People who don’t care, don’t learn, don’t grow. 

But that does not give you the right to tear them down. Because when you tear them down, they don’t even get the chance to actually pick up, learn, and better themselves.

What it all boils down to is that we are all human. We are all confused and confusing furless apes living in an indifferent world making mistakes and screwing up and learning and just trying to make it in life.

Tearing other human beings down does not make you a hero. It does not make you virtuous. It does not make you rise above anybody else. It is cruel, needless, and actively makes things worse. 

By all means, make sure folks are informed if somebody is dangerous, but otherwise? Just let it be. Let them live. Let them learn. Avoid them yourself, maybe warn friends about them if you see friends potentially being harmed, but that’s it. Just block and move on.

DON’T attack their livelihood. Don’t attack their friends and family. Don’t attack them. Let them be. Even if that means letting them be somewhere other than near you. 

Every single human being alive on this planet has fucked up. Often times, they have fucked up MAJORLY. Sometimes they have done things that hurt other people. Sometimes they have made a string of terrible decisions that ended up leading to a tragic end. But… they’re still human.

What this all boils down to, is this simple thing.

We are not our mistakes. Who we are as a person is not defined by what we do. When you fuck up, you want the chance to improve yourself, right? The chance to make it right. Do you want to be defined by that series of bad decisions you made for the rest of your life? Do you want that to be brought up time and time and time again, and used to drag you down repeatedly?

I didn’t think so.

[bygetoacademia]

100 days of productivity update

Well...

I didn't manage to get through even half of the challenge, but it's not the first thing I've failed at this year so it's fine. Maybe I'll try again next semester.

Gloomy yap sesh

Truth is I'm tired mentally. And I've been like this for a really long time, it has just amped up to great heights recently

It sucks watching myself lose interest in absolutely everything. I don't have the energy to talk to my favorite people. I haven't touched a book in ages. Anime is starting to be a lil boring. I don't react to any Suguru content. I scroll past satosugu videos on TikTok like they're ads... It really breaks my heart because I want to be interested in all of these but I'm not and that's that.

To make things a little bit worse, I caught a cold so I feel extra crappy and I can't smell anything, which means bath time therapy won't work. And it's that time of the month so the hormones are doing their thing and I'm at my absolute lowest rn.

It's times like these I wish I had somewhere to escape to. If I had enough balls I'd ask my cousin or one of my aunts to let me visit them just for a week to get some air. But I have negative balls so here I am yapping on Tumblr while eating the most tasteless rice of my life.

When I made the decision to move back home I asked myself one simple question: Money or Mental Health. After a few weeks of pondering I decided to go the money route because I thought I was a strong little girl but boy was I wrong!

Did I save some money? Yes! absolutely but I'm in shambles right now even the voices are concerned

Every time I try to bounce back with The Power of Positivity™ I get knocked down within an hour. I don't even want to bother anymore

"Why don't you talk to somebody" Idk, everybody has their own thing going on, big things as a matter of fact and me coming with my little issues might seem a little insulting to them.

Besides if I try talking to somebody around me they might:

Blank stare + I can't help you with this one

Say "that's bitch shit"

You're being dumb on purpose bc you know exactly what to do which is true but not necessarily simple

Do I feel better after this rant... Not necessarily

[reneebrxndxn]

Clint's Cabin

where Renee is having a bad day and comes to Clint for advice and a friend to lean on. @clintbennet

Renee Brandon

-Renee pulled her coat tighter around her as she stepped up to Clint's door. She sucked in a breath and knocked, hoping he was home-

Clint Bennet

-Clint placed more wood in the fireplace, working the other pieces around to burn evenly. He sighs realizing the wood he had in his cabin was starting to get low already, he would have to go out and get more from outside. A knock at the door gets his attention which Luna confirms with a bark. He opens the door and sees Renee bundled up.-  Hey Renee! Good t'see ya! -He greets her before he notices the expression on her face, something seemed wrong.- Y'aright? Here, come in, it's cold. -He steps to the side letting her in.-

Renee Brandon

-Renee tried to put on a happy smile for when Clint opened the door but he saw right through it- Thanks. -She steps in, her shoulders relaxing as she feels the warmth of the fireplace- Kind of, not really. I could use a friend right now.

Clint Bennet

-A sympathetic expression crosses his features when she admits something was wrong.- Yeah, 'course, I'm all yours. -He closes the door shutting out the cold air and leads her to the couch, closer to the fireplace.- I got hot coffee if y'want some, it's not th'good stuff, but at least it's warm, I'm here t'listen when y'feel ready t'talk. -He offers gently-

Renee Brandon

-Renee follows Clint's guidance to the couch and sits down, falling into the couch- You're incredibly sweet, Clint. -she nodded at the offer of coffee, even if she used it more to warm herself than anything else- You ever feel like.....I don't know, like every time you to try to make things better, you end up just making things worse?

Clint Bennet

-he gives a shrug of his shoulders when she compliments him- Naw, it ain't nothin' - he dismisses before he heads towards the coffee to grab her a cup, bringing some sugar and evaporated creamer with him, he places everything near her on the coffee table before he takes a seat on the couch.- Yeah, I've been there more times than I'd like t'admit. Yer stuck in that type a' situation? That's hard t'imagine.

Renee Brandon

-she silently accepts the cup and takes a whiff of it before adding some of the sugar and creamer- Yeah, I am. I'm starting to think I should just stop trying at this point.

Clint Bennet

hard t'do that in a small town like this. People got a tendency t' hold grudges especially when shit's not resolved. -he offers- I feel like if this is botherin' ya so much, it must be somethin' important to ya.

Renee Brandon

See, another lose-lose. -she smiled sadly before taking a drink of her coffee- I mean, it is but it also isn't. Or it shouldn't be. I just.... -she takes a moment to sigh- I know I fucked up and when I fuck up, I want to fix things. I like making things right, especially when I've wronged someone. I know it all sounds selfish, but when someone's mad, I want to fix it. But in this situation, I don't know how to fix it because it's Ike and we butted heads before this and I think there's just too much bad blood already there to try and fix anything.

Clint Bennet

-He offered a shrug of his shoulders- Sometimes that's how it is... but dependin' on what y'do, y'can lessen th'loss, smooth those edges. -He listened to her explanation, surprised that her issue was with Ike, besides her, Ike was the person he felt personally closest to, it was hard to imagine the both of them being at such odds with each other that she would be this upset about it. It made him feel like he had to be extra cautious with how he navigated the situation since he had such close ties to the both of them.- Can y'tell me what happened? From yer point of view? -Looking back on prom night, Ike was extremely upset as well, he hadn't imagined Renee was the cause, but with the both of them being upset at each other during the same time, it seemed like too much of a coincidence.-

Renee Brandon

-Renee sighed as she leaned back against the couch- I can, yeah. It's just long and convoluted and I'm afraid if I tell you then you're gonna hate me as well and I don't know if I can handle another person being mad at me right now.

Clint Bennet

Th'one thing we got no shortage of here is time. -he prods lightly but his features become more concerned when she admits her anxiety about telling him.- Naw, Renee, I could never hate ya. Promise, I'm just here t'listen n' try t'help, we've all fucked up more times than we'd like t'admit, ain't no reason t'hate someone, especially if yer tryin' t'make it right.

Renee Brandon

You say that. -her head rests against the back of the couch and she rolls it so she can look at him. She takes a breath.- Ike got hurt because of me. I've apologized and tried to talk to him but it always just ends up worse and then Vi accused me of trying to get him killed on purpose and Val blew up on me.....I don't know what to do, Clint. Everything I say or do just makes things worse.

Clint Bennet

-oh, shit, that was serious. Ike could rub people the wrong way but the ones who he formed relationships with were loyal, that didn't exclude Clint, but he was also loyal to Renee- How did you cause him t'get hurt? -he asked trying to understand what exactly had happened.- I don't know Vi, but why would anyone think y' would want t'get him killed? -this was surprising to him, but he tried to look past his feelings for the both of them to really understand the situation and see how she got herself in this mess.- Just one step at a time, Renee. -he soothes, not wanting her to get frustrated or shut down in all of this-

Renee Brandon

-She breathes out a sigh- The raid we got your aid on. I ran in by myself and there were walkers in there. I already know, it was stupid.

Clint Bennet

-there had to be more to this story, Renee wasn't stupid and she wasn't reckless either, so her doing something like that just didn't make sense to him.- Why did y'run in? Were th'both of ya arguin' or somethin'? Was it yer first time goin'  out on a raid like that? -he knew it was a lot of questions, but the picture she was painting seemed to have a lot of holes and he was desperate to understand as well as he could - Yer not stupid, Renee, that's why it don't add up t'me that y'would put yerself n' someone else in danger like that.

Renee Brandon

Yeah, we were. I was mad at him because I thought he did something that somebody else did but he was covering for them and then he made a dig at my family so I didn't want to be around him.

Clint Bennet

awright, that makes more sense. -though the layers were definitely starting to stack on top of each other- so y'all were pissed at each other, y'went inta' an uncleared buildin' n' Ike had t'go in and fight off th'dead, that's how he got hurt? Was it that nasty head injury he's got?

Renee Brandon

-Renee sighed and nodded as she looked straight in front of her- Yeah. I had to cauterize on the spot and it's not the most pleasant of experiences.

Clint Bennet

Damn, that's intense. -he offered a sympathetic smile and rested his hand on her shin.- is that th'end of what happened on that raid?

Renee Brandon

Unless you want to count the fact that I found my father who turned into a zombie and tried to eat me and then watching Ike crush his skull under his boot, yeah nothing else really happened.

Clint Bennet

Fuckin' Christ. -he mutters surprised by the extra information.-  I'm sorry Renee, that ain't nothin', that must've been disturbin' to see, n' I'm sorry y' went through that, I'm sorry fer yer loss. Did Ike know he was yer dad?  - it of course didn't excuse her recklessness, but he could imagine how traumatic it was for her especially with the whole situation already being upsetting-

Renee Brandon

-Renee shook her head and shrugged- I told him afterwards. Was no point in mentioning it until we got out of there. But it's fine. Everyone's lost someone and it wasn't like I was all that close with my father to begin with. -but that was a whole other can of worms-

Clint Bennet

-he nods understandably - Got it, so y'all got back t'Redwood, I'm sure y'all went yer separate ways t' cool down, Ike hopefully went t'the clinic. Y'apologized, right? Cause ya know y'were in th'wrong, how long after did that talk happen?

Renee Brandon

Of course I apologized. Twice, actually. It was a couple days after the fact because I was giving him space. And the second time was prom.

Clint Bennet

Givin' some space was a good idea. I'm assumin' neither went great since yer still upset about it. How did ya apologize th'first time n' how did he respond? Did y'all have issues b'fore all this?

Renee Brandon

-Renee pushed all the breath out of her lungs and shrugged- I don't know. I told him it was my fault, I was dumb and stupid and I'm sorry. It's been the cold treatment ever since....I don't know. I mean, it's not like we got along before this, but this is like the annoyance is turned up to twelve with no way to turn it down.

Clint Bennet

-He listens but feels there are a lot of details missing with how the conversation went especially on Ike's side.- Imagine he's pretty frustrated at himself, he took th'risk t' bring ya out there n' it could have ended a lot worse, yer both lucky y' came back in one piece from the sound of it. -he took a moment observing Renee and trying to put the pieces of what she said together with what he knew about Ike.- I've gotten t'talk t' Ike a lot recently, he's pretty blunt when y'git past all th' flavourin' he sprinkles around in his speech, but sometimes if yer not payin' attention it can be hard t' see the trees through his verbal forest. Did he give a reason why a admittin' yer faults and apologizin' seemed t' not help anything? Even havin' a rocky relationship, he still trusted y' enough t' go out there with ya, might be that break in trust that's part of th'issue.

Renee Brandon

-Renee shook her head- Nope. I asked and he said figure it out yourself. At this point, I'm just left assuming.

Clint Bennet

-He kept being brought back to the conversation with Ike, his frustrations becoming more clear and his words starting to make more sense..- Well, what do you assume he wants from you to make it right?

Renee Brandon

-Renee shrugged- That's the ultimate question and I honestly have no idea. I'm starting to think there's nothing that he wants and just the bridge is blown for good.

Clint Bennet

I don't know Renee  -He sighs-  Ike's not th'type to want t'burn bridges, he probably just wants you t'do th'work n' think it through, put yerself in his shoes, feel like even that effort will mean somethin' to him. -He leans back against the cushion.-  Y'got yerself in a tough spot, realistically though, things could have gone so much worse. I just still don't understand why someone would think you'd want t'git him killed. Was yer relationship really that bad before this happened?

Renee Brandon

I wouldn't say it was that bad. We didn't get along, sure, and he got under my skin. But it was never that bad so I don't know where Vi got that idea.

Clint Bennet

Feel like she don't know y' very well t' think somethin' like that. -he offers a smile-  I think Ike's mindset is he thinks you should do th'work t'figure out how t'fix it. He doesn't want th'burden of tryin' t' figure that out for the both of you, he's already paid his dues in the situation protectin' you n' gettin' hurt in the process. -Luna invites herself up on the couch, squeezing herself between the back cushion and Renee's side, resting her head on Renee's stomach- I think if ya think of somethin' n' follow through with it, even if it's not exactly what he's lookin' fer, he'll at least see the effort, Ike's an actions over words kind of guy.

Renee Brandon

Oh, in that case I'll work on getting him a gift basket. -She smiled and laughed softly before noticing Luna laying on her and she began to scratch behind her ears- You're probably right. I just don't know what to do.

Clint Bennet

I've heard his birthday is comin' up pretty soon. -He laughs lightly and nods his head.- Well, take yer time, there's no time limit, right? Personally I can't think straight when I feel like there's pressure on m'shoulders, so try t'relax n' clear yer head.

Renee Brandon

Well, now I really should get my butt into gear. -She felt slightly better now but still, she wasn't completely fine- You know, you sound like Jake. Relaxing is not something that comes easy. Especially with two boys.

Clint Bennet

We're in th'same boat, I gotta figure out what t'git him. -surely there had to be something he could scrounge up for Ike. His brows rise at the comparison.-  Yeah? Y' think? He seems t' have a good head on his shoulders, he's got a whole pack of kids, doesn't he? - he smiles and nods his head.- Y'got a lot on yer plate, th'boys, th'clinic, th'council, that's a lot t'juggle.

Renee Brandon

-Renee laughs as she nods- Yeah, I do. He's got his whole pack, yeah, but somehow he always has a smile on his face and a joke up his sleeve. I honestly have no idea how he does it.

Clint Bennet

-he shrugs his shoulders, his lips pulling into a quick playful frown- I feel like he gets some quiet time with huntin', y'gotta deal with people all th'time. I know fer me doin' th'security outside, most of th'time it's pretty quiet, well, y'know, in terms of stressful things happenin'. I don't know if that's how it is fer th'hunters but our jobs don't seem too far off.

Renee Brandon

-Renee hums and nods- Yeah, I guess you're right. I don't know how you guys go out there. I feel so uncomfortable out there.

Clint Bennet

-He nods with a smile.- Couldn't imagine bein' stuck behind these walls if I'm bein' honest, I'd feel trapped, but I git ya, it's not safe out there, y' gotta be on alert.

Renee Brandon

That you do. -She gives him a smile and nudges him gently- Thank you for listening, Clint.

Clint Bennet

-His thumb absentmindedly rubs her leg when she nudges him.-  'Course, Renee. Anytime, y'know I care about you. I hope y'feel better.

Renee Brandon

I know. -her smile stays on her face as she leans in and kisses his cheek- I feel a little better. Better than when I came over.

Clint Bennet

-He leans towards her to receive her kiss.- Mm, 'm glad. -He hums and takes her hand, planting a kiss on it.- It's gonna be alright, things have a habit of workin' out in th'end, it just takes time. If y'ever want t'talk, I'll be here.

Renee Brandon

-Renee sits back as he kisses her hand before she pushes herself up- Thank you, Clint. I'll try to keep that in mind. I should probably go save Adriana from my boys. We're supposed to be having dinner with Cass and Alex tonight and they're very excited.

Clint Bennet

-he watches her rise to her feet and gives a nod as she explained her plans for the night.-  I gotcha. -he responds as he stands up himself and leads her towards the door.- Give everyone m'best n' I'll see ya around, n' remember, try t' relax. -he laughs before he approaches her and embraces her in a hug goodbye.-

Renee Brandon

-Renee walked with him to the door and stops to hug him back when he embraces her- I will certainly try, Clint. No promises that it will work. I'll be sure to tell the boys you said hello.

[normreedenstein]

I stayed home from work today for a mental health day. I've just been really depressed the late few weeks and it came to a head this weekend and this morning i was like no i can't. Mentally I'm feeling a lil better, i started my period so i guess that helped (hormones make my depression worse like a lot of women) but I'm physically feeling shit so I'm still glad i stayed home.

I had an annual appointment a few weeks ago where my doctor gave me a supplemental drug sample to try door 2 weeks and a prescription to fill. The sample worked great and i according felt like a human for 2 weeks but i couldn't get the rx filledn so i think I've been extra depressed cuz i came off that drug but also cuz, *deep breathe*... you know how when you're real depressed you know it but like also don't realize how bad for real until you're out of it or it's less, well those 2 weeks of being out of it truly made me realize how bad off i was/am and then going back to that right after plus with the added knowledge or knowing how bad off i really am while also being back in it is like, i can't. This is the most depressed I've been since my dad killed himself, and then since before that in like grade school when i was horribly depressed.

I just really wanna be back on that medicine. I have to go through life insurance hoops i think to get it and i don't have the will power or energy or whatever to make that happen so I'm fucking stuck rn.

[mrvlbimbo]

You mean nothing (everything) to me

Eddie Munson x reader

SMUT SMUT SMUT WARNING

4.3k words

She was already having a bad day at work when Mike and Dustin had so rudely bursted through the door of the video shop. The first thing she thought was that they should be at school but then she reminded herself of her own highschool days and she felt more forgiving. “I’m not giving you guys any more rated r movies. My boss had my ass for it last time,” she barked at them as they perused the shelves, clearly trying to build up the courage to ask her something. 

“We need a different type of favor actually.” She tried to wrap her head around what Dustin might have been implying. Sure a lot of highschool kids asked her to buy them alcohol and such and she would be lying if she said she never obliged them. 

“So we have this DND group,” Mike added and she almost laughed. Of course this would be about Eddie Munson and his stupid fucking DND cult. 

“Yeah yeah, with Sinclair. Where is he anyways?” she asked, referring to their other friend who was part of the club as well. She kept up with the kids due to her best-friendship with their resident babysitter Steve Harrington. And because of that she knew that Lucas had a basketball game that night and that’s likely why they were pleading with her to join. 

“So that’s why we’re here.” Mike introduced the idea with the amount of elegance she would expect from a Freshman in highschool who played DND in his freetime. He wasn’t convincing in the slightest but she allowed the two boys to continue with their pitch.  

“He bailed. We need an extra for tonight.” Dustin brought a reason to the table, seemingly the more logical one of the two.  

“Ask Harrington,” she shot back, presenting them with their first alternative. Also presenting her with an out so she wouldn’t have to see the infamous leader of their little club.  

“He has a date,” Dustin replied smugly, knowing he had caught her in a bad spot.  

“And you assume I don’t.” It was matter of fact. She stated that she had other things to do and that their excursion wasn’t worth her time. She was interested to see how they would respond. 

“What you do isn’t considered dating,” Mike scoffed and she thought about smacking him in the side of the head. She decided against it since she was at work, and on her boss’s last nerve.  

“Don’t be an ass. You’re too young to be talking about all that crap,” she replied sternly, reminding them that although she was a cool adult she was still an adult.  

“So you’ll be there?” He asked, knowing it would be better to ask her a yes or no question than drag on and let her avoid the offer until she was able to coax them out of the shop. 

“Yeah. Fine.” She had a soft spot for the kids so it was a no-brainer that she would help them out even if it was really inconvenient and uncomfortable for her. 

She went home and changed into something nicer. Even after everything she was still trying to impress Eddie, some things never changed. It’s not like he would care, or more likely he’d make a snide comment about her outfit and then ignore her for the rest of the night. 

Her assumption was right, his first words when she walked through the door were a comment about her promiscuity. “You brought the school slut into my sanctuary?” He was as rude as ever, still sporting that ridiculous haircut that she’d never admit to liking. 

“Former school slut. I graduated, unlike you,” she snapped back, trying not to show that it hurt her. This game they had been playing for years only worked if he thought she hated him too, she couldn’t even think of how much worse it would be if he knew the truth.  

“You don't have to rub it in. Plus I don’t have the advantage of sleeping with my teachers for grades.” He knew it wasn’t true but he said it anyway to get under her skin. He couldn’t help himself when that familiar scowl crawled over her face, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think it was cute. 

“I never- whatever lets just get this stupid shit over with.” She stumbled over her words as she tried to remind herself why she was here in the first place. Partly because she wanted to help her favorite freshmen and partially because she was a bit of an emotional masochist. 

The campaign dragged on as far as she was concerned, her character dying early into the final boss battle. Eddie spared no opportunity to make a dig at her at any given chance, making the whole thing even more unbearable. 

She also didn’t miss the way, despite claiming to hate her, he wouldn’t take his eyes off her. Men are like that, wanting to fuck the very thing they’re dispise. Although, she liked to think anything with a brain wanted to fuck her. And most of the time she was right. 

This was one of those times. 

By the time the campaign was over, he was half hard from her leaning over the table in her unbearably low cut shirt. If he was a prude he might have suggested she cover herself up in the presence of the freshmen. 

But he wasn't a prude, and he was quite enjoying the view down her shirt. A red lacy bra peaked out from the neckline when she bent down to pick up the dice. He regretted the way he reacted, voicing his frustration in pointed insults and taunting just like he did when they were in school. 

When everything was done, he just needed to go home and rub one out in the shower. The shame would set in later, just like it always did. He had had his eyes on her for a while now and nothing was worse than the embarrassment of her obvious disinterest. From what he had heard, she had been with practically every guy in their small town. Except for him. 

For some reason she never turned her sights to him. At first he tried to be nice, the way other guys never were. They saw her as a sure thing, never respecting her. He didn’t want to do that to her, take what he wanted and rush off to brag about his conquest.

Embarrassingly, he actually had a really serious crush on her for all of highschool. He stills remembers the day they met, she sauntered into his biology class fifteen minutes late and sat down on top of his desk. 

“Can I help you, miss?” the teacher had asked sternly. 

“Not unless you can get me a pack of smokes, ma’am.” She hopped off the desk and stepped in front of the class, plucking a piece of chalk up and writing on the board in big letters. Bullshit. She wrote ‘bullshit’ on the chalkboard and then she promptly strutted right back out of the classroom, shooting him a wink as she left.

They became quick friends after that, taking solace in the fact both of them hated everything about the stupid small town. For the first two years of highschool they were inseparable. Things changed once she made a reputation for herself. It started with one guy blabbing his mouth and then another. It’s not like everyone wasn’t doing it, but people latched onto her as the town whore probably because of her unconventional attitude. 

It made her more popular. For all the wrong reasons, but still it was nice to have people pay attention to her. Everyone wanted to have something others wanted and she certainly did have that. 

She took pride in her looks, utilizing revealing clothing to enhance her already considerable assets. From what he could see, that hadn’t changed. That night she wore a tight, low cut, cropped t-shirt and a denim miniskirt that barely covered her ass. 

Her beat up high tops tapped on the floor as she walked over to him. When the boss battle was over he had drifted into his own thoughts as the rest of the group dispersed. She hadn’t gone yet, he assumed it was so she could deliver some heart wrenching insult before she left and never thought about him again. It wasn’t that easy for him, he never stopped thinking about her. 

“Oh my god you’re high. You fuckin junkie.” Her voice cut through his trance like a knife. She was always so mean but her voice sounded so pretty to him, it was giving him whiplash. 

“I’m not high, I'm just thinking.” He was quick to correct her, wanting her to know he was completely sober for what he was about to say. 

“About?” she scoffed, making it clear she didn’t think highly of his intelligence. 

“Why do you hate me?” As soon as he asked the question he knew it was a bad idea but he couldn’t help himself. He spent so many nights asking himself that question, it was high time someone else had to answer it. 

“Are you seriously asking me that?” she snapped, anger bubbling over. It had been simmering all this time, and him acting like she was the reason there was a divide between them was just the final nail in the coffin. 

“Yeah, after you ignored me for three years for no reason. I wanna know why you hate me.” His voice was frantic and upset, he didn’t know what his plan was but he wanted answers and he had her here now. It’s not like there were any remaining bridges to burn anyways. 

“Oh because you were so friendly,” she replied sarcastically, referring to the way he had relentlessly mocked and criticized her publicly after their friendship ended. She could handle other people talking about her behind her back, but he said it to her face and it stung. 

“I was confused. We were best friends and then-” he tried to defend himself but she quickly interrupted, seething at him trying to play the victim. 

“Yeah we were. We were best fuckin friends and then you ruined everything.” Her voice sounded venomous, he flinched when she raised her voice just from the pure anger she radiated. 

“What?” he asked dumbly. 

“Junior year, winter formal,” she stated, as if it was supposed to mean something and It did mean something to both of them.  

He remembered that night like it was yesterday. The dance was boring, they dipped after less than an hour and went back to her place. Her parents weren’t home so they decided to set up in the basement for a horror movie marathon. 

She was scared out of her mind, or maybe he was. Either way they were curled up in eachothers arms, hiding from whatever monster was under the bed. After a particularly scary scene, she had crawled into his lap. He had thought maybe after all this time, he was finally going to get a chance with her. 

His hands went to cup her waist, gripping the fabric of her dress in between his fingers. She was wearing a puffy purple cocktail dress with glitter. It looked stupid, well it would have looked stupid on anyone else. Because he thought she looked absolutely perfect. And he looked at her like she was the most beautiful person in the world. 

She noticed the way he stilled, looking up at him in turn. “Eds, what's wrong?” He didn’t reply, not knowing the words to finally tell her how he felt. The look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. And for a second he thought she was going to kiss him, his hands tightened on her waist in anticipation. 

But instead of what he expected, she shrunk back and mumbled something inherently. She made some excuse about being tired and shut off the movie, ordering him to go home. Nothing was said at the time, but he knew something was wrong. And based on the fact she completely ghosted him after that night, he was right. 

“Yeah I remember.” He shook his head as if he was trying to shake the memory out, but like so many times before it didn’t work. 

“The way you looked at me,” she added. He knew exactly the look she meant. It just hurt him more to realize the reason she rushed out that night was that she found out about his feelings. He had always assumed but having proof was harder somehow.  

“You haven’t spoken to me in years because of a look?” he asked, he was angry but more than that he was just sad. 

She wasn’t buying it. “No. It wasn't just any look. I know that look. That was the look of a guy who wants something.” That something she was referring to was obviously sex. So maybe he was in the clear, she hadn’t figured out about his feelings. The worse option that seemed to be reality, was she thought he was only friends with her because he was attracted to her. 

“OK, is that such a crime?” he asked, not believing that they couldn’t have replaired their relationship from that with a mature conversation. Although, they were not having many mature conversations back at the age of 17. 

“All that time. I thought you cared about me. And what, you were just playing the long con for a quick fuck?” 

“Ok fine, I’ll admit it. In that moment, yeah I wanted to fuck you.” He should have told her that a quick fuck was absolutly not what he wanted but he was picking up on her anger and mirroring it. 

“And now?” she asked, knowing exactly how to push his buttons even after all these years. 

“Now? Yeah now I still do,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal. And maybe it wasn’t. Things were different now, they were both adults and they were no longer friends. They could fuck no strings attatched, and that idea was starting to look enticing to them both. 

“And the fucked up thing was. I almost did it. Because I liked you Eddie. I really liked you.” She couldn’t hide the way her lip was quivering as she spoke. She was angry but not with him anymore, she was angry with herself for letting him make her feel this. So in a roundabout way she was still mad at him too. 

“Why didn’t you?” he questioned, still miffed by the whole ghosting him for three years thing. But she had said it, she liked him all those years ago. Not anymore, he thought. It didn’t matter now, if anything it just made the whole thing sting more. 

“Because I knew it wouldn’t mean to you what it meant to me,” she finally admitted, stepping close to him so they were almost chest to chest. She looked up at him with something close to longing and he almost choked. 

“And now?” he asked. There was a weird sort of sexual tension in the air that neither of them knew how to confront. 

“You mean fucking nothing to me,” she hissed. 

“Good,” he whispered, grabbing her face and pressing their lips together harshly. There was no affection in the way he kissed her at first, just rough lust and anger. Both of their pent up feelings spilled out as they grappled at each other's clothes for something to hold onto. 

His hands smoothed over her legs, rucking up her skirt so he could squeeze her ass. He snapped the band of her underwear, it was a lacy red to match her bra. “You wear these for me?” 

“Would I have needed to?” she teased, knowing by the way his hard on pressed against her that he didn’t need any extra encouragement. 

“No. You’d still get me all riled up in a winter coat.” it was one of his ridiculously cheesy lines that she was sure he used on plenty of girls. But she couldn’t help but smile at it a little despite herself. 

“How romantic,” she scoffed, pushing him back into a chair and sinking to her knees. Her hands ran up his thighs, kneading at the muscle covered by his ridiculously tight jeans. 

She palmed him over the fabric, squeezing somewhat harshly. He didn’t mind one bit. “Fuck. Romantic isn’t the word I would use.” He especially didn’t mind when unzipped his pants and took him in her mouth. She wanted to say something about him going commando but she was a bit preoccupied with him brushing the back of her throat. 

“Mmm,” she replied, whatever words she was saying were muffled by his cock in her mouth. 

“Harrington is one lucky bastard,” he commented offhandedly, not thinking about his words since he was currently being deepthroated.  

She pulled away instantly, as if she had been burned. She stood over him, something she wasn’t usually able to do since he was quite a bit taller than her. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” she snapped, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look up at her. 

He whined when her sharp nails dug into the flesh of his chin. It wasn’t a pained whine, his arousal at her roughness was evident in the way he twitched in his seat. “Nothin. Sorry.” Based on his public persona, she hadn’t expected him to be the submissive type. Not to say she wasn’t enjoying it. 

“No Eds. You said something, why don’t you tell me again?” she demanded, taking pleasure in the way he reached for her with grabby hands as she stood there glaring at him. 

“I heard rumors about you and Harington, if it’s true he’s a lucky guy. It was a compliment, honest,” he rambled, desperate for her to forgive him and get back to touching him where he needed it. 

“You wanna know something?” She climbed into his lap, straddling him with ease in the large throne-like chair. When she first walked in she thought the chair was absolutely absurd, but now she was grateful for its width. She wrapped one hand around his neck as she leaned forward to  whisper in his ear. “I never fucked Steve. I never wanted to.” 

“No?” he choked out, having a difficult time talking due to her gripping his throat tightly in her hand. He wouldn’t ask her to stop in a million years though. 

She pressed little kisses all around his cheeks and jaw, never touching his mouth with hers. This might have upset him if he wasn’t too blissed out to notice with her lacey panties pressed tight against his cock. “All those years. I only ever wanted you.” 

He nodded furiously, as if to say to ‘me too, i’ve been in love with you since freshman year.’ But that's not what she interpreted it as. She grinded down on him, squeezing his neck and biting a line up his neck. “Lookit you. Can’t even talk,” she cooed. 

She removed the hand abstracting his breathing so both of her hands could cup his cheeks. “Gonna be good for me?” she asked, her overly sweet voice almost taunting him. He cringed at the fact she would never be this nice to him if he wasn’t about to stick his dick in her. 

That made him understand what she was feeling a little bit better. All those years ago, when he was prepared to tell her he loved her, she thought all he wanted was her body. And she used to like him, he had said it. Now it was too late and all he got was some mindblowing sex to give her closure and make him fall even deeper under her spell.  

And so his heart was heavy when she pushed her panties aside and slid down onto his cock. That didn’t make it any less pleasurable when she clenched around him. He felt like he was going to pass out, barely catching the praise spilling from her mouth. “Fuck, Eds. We shoulda done this ages ago,” she moaned, carefully picking her hips up and bringing them back down slowly. 

“Yeah,” he agreed lazily, letting his hands fall to her waist and rub little circles on the skin there. She went slow which he appreciated, deep slow thrusts that made both of them shiver. His heartache had faded, realizing he would be content to only be one of her conquests. He would be anything she wanted if she kept looking at him like that. 

Her eyes were glassy and filled with lust. She was usually so sharp but she looked content and peaceful for once. She looked beautiful. He brought one of his hands up to the back of her hair to smash their lips together again. 

It was aggressive and messy, his tongue fighting to engulf every bit of her mouth. She giggled when he pulled back and kissed her again on the tip of her nose. “So pretty,” he murmured. He could've sworn his heart stopped when her walls fluttered around him at the praise. 

“Eddie,” she gasped out when he finally brought his thumb down to circle her clit. He wasn’t as experienced as her but he knew his way around, both from porn and from a few hookups where he insisted on practicing that specific skill. None of his sexual interactions could top this, being balls deep in any other girl wouldn’t even compare to the way she said his name. 

“Can’t leave my girl hanging,” he teased as she moaned into the skin of his neck, forgetting to move her hips for a minute due to his fingers distracting her. 

She chose to ignore the fact that he called her his girl, she could deal with that later. What she couldn't deal with later was the fact he was very clearly close to his orgasm. He had noticed as well, speeding up his pace on her clit and using his other hand to tweak one of her nipples. “Shit. I’m close. Gimme a sec, I’ll get you there.” 

She chuckled softly at his insistence. Her eyes were filled with admiration or something of the sort. He almost came right there, he could handle her fucking his brains out but something about her being soft with him was what really got him going. “Don't look at me like that. I won't last.” 

“You don't have to. Cum inside me. Please.” She was coming close to her peak as well, his talented fingers working wonders at ‘getting her there’ as he had phrased it. 

Her offer was all it took for him to spill inside her. The thick ropes of cum pumping into her along with his lips on her neck forced her over the edge as well. 

Usually after such exertion she would flop down onto a soft bed and bathe in the bliss of it all for a moment. However, they were in a tricky position so she just kind of sat there awkwardly staring at him. 

It wasn’t as awkward for him. From where he was standing, or sitting would be the correct term, he had just had the best sex of his life and the girl he’d been in love with for six years was filled with his cum and sitting on his dick and keeping it nice and warm for him. “Fuck. I love you.” That shook her out of her post orgasmic haze instantly. 

She shook her head, not looking at him as she started to cry. It was abrupt and he was worried he had done something seriously wrong but he continued because he needed her to know how he felt. 

“You meant everything to me back then. You still do,” he admitted, his hands cupping her cheeks so she would look at him with her tearfilled eyes.  

“Don’t say that,” she pleaded, begging him not to get her hopes up but he brushed her off like it was nothing.  

“It’s true. I love you,” he repeated, this time with more meaning and passion if that was possible.  

“Eds,” his old nickname slipped out of her mouth so easily. It hurt to hear the way she said it. Like she was cautioning him against continuing his confession, or almost like she was pleading. 

“That night at junior prom, I wasn’t trying to fuck you. I was going to tell you about how I felt.” When he said that, all the puzzle pieces finally fit together in her head. But she had been telling herself for so long that he could never feel that way about her, it didn’t even compute that he was confessing his love for her over and over again. 

“We’re not even 20. You can’t really think this is anything more than teenage hormones.” She was always cynical. He loved that about her but it was getting damn frustrating. 

“You tell me? Do you love me?” he asked, finally turning the question back around at her. She was never a good liar. 

“I can't-'' she tried to avoid the question but he cut her off. 

“You’ve got my heart in your hand and I’m just asking you to break it. Do you love me?” She never realized how poetic he could be. He was always teatricial, but never like this. It made her think for a second that maybe he was serious. 

Screw it, she figured. Why not? “Yeah. I do. I love you.” 

He could already feel his dick hardening again at that admittance. And she could likely feel it too since he was still situated inside of her. “This isn’t going to sound very romantic, but do you want to go back to my place?” he asked hesitantly, way too timid for their current position.  “Yeah I’d like that,” she replied before kissing him softly. It was slow and sweet, like they had all the time in the world. Because they did.  

[vanishingcherry]

Hi!🪄

Can you do a story where the readers is a chubby girl and Harry's siblings and between her and Fred there is something going on (only Fred confessed his feelings).

The reader doesn't believe that Fred feelings are real because he used to make fun of her with George.

Harry and Hermione (as reader best friend) decide to help Fred to make you understand that his feelings are true ( Harry give him some advise on how have your attention: your favorite book, favorite flower, what you like to do on the weekend etc.). Hope you kinda understand what I meant- also, an happy ending?

The rest is up to you, thanks if you'll do it

i mean it

words: 1.4k

a/n: i have no experience and hence wasn’t sure how to write a chubby girl, i tried my best. please do tell me if i’ve written something wrong so that i can change it. 

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Finding out that you, just like your brother, were also magical, was one of the best moments of your life. The one year in which Harry was at Hogwarts and you were at home was torture, the Dursleys giving you extra chores, forcing you to do everything around the house in an attempt to get you energetic. 

“You’re always so lazy. Get up and do something on your own for once, would you?”, your aunt berated one day when you sat down for a minute after trimming the bushes outside. 

However, the next summer when you got your letter, they calmed down, knowing that they couldn't stop you from going. You got sorted into Gryffindor and immediately did your best to become friends with everyone. However, to your dismay, a lot of people didn’t really want to become friends with you. 

Sometimes, you would hear them talking while you took a shower.

“She’s so fat, it looks weird she would be much prettier if she exercised a bit.”

“Yeah, or maybe if she went on a diet. My cousin went on one and...”

Most of the time, you tried to block it out, trying to stay optimistic. You figured that it would jut take some time, but you would fit in, sooner or later. 

Meanwhile, you became best friends with Hermione Granger, who Harry introduced you to. She was great, always helping you with schoolwork and the two of you loved spending time with each other. You mainly hung out with Harry’s friends, who didn’t mind having you around and definitely didn’t tease you, so having another girl in a group was life saving.

Ron, however, wasn’t exactly your favourite. Not because he was bad or anything, but because of his brothers. Fred and George, the troublesome twins that just never seemed to leave you alone. They made all the teasing worse, spreading rumours about how you tried losing weight but couldn’t, or how You-Know-Who cursed you as well, so you would be chubby forever.

You absolutely despised the two of them, hating how everyone laughed at your face when you saw them whispering to each other in the common room. You would find yourself crying in your dorm after lights out, hating the way they and everyone else made you feel. Soon enough, you did start dieting, or tried to at least. 

You would skip one meal a day, instead taking a walk outside. Hermione and Harry realised almost immediately, and started escorting you to meals, making sure one of them was always next to you, making sure you ate enough. You appreciated the effort, of course, but sometimes you wished they hadn’t realised. 

A couple days later, you accidentally walk up the boys dorm while reading a book and hear some shouting. Looking up, you see the door open. Ron and Harry are shouting at Fred and George, who look solemn.

“Are you bloody mad? She already feels like shit, you don’t need to add to it.” You hear Ron’s voice yelling at the top of his lungs. “Mum raised us better than this.”

Harry was stood to the side, adding points in between, slightly conflicted as the Weasleys had been nothing but nice to him. “Look guys, I and Y/N would appreciate it if you just stopped. It’s hurting her and me.”

Fred looked to the side and saw you. Making eye contact, you leave, running to your dorm, avoiding all four of the boys for the next few days. 

Eventually, they apologize and you accept it.

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For the next few years, you kept distance from them, and they from you. Occasionally you would run into each other when you stayed over at the Burrow, but other than that, they stopped troubling you and you didn’t say much to them.

One night when you were back at Hogwarts, you were coming back from a late night study session in the library when Fred took ahold of your arm. 

“Hey, uh, can I talk to you?” His voice was unsure, nervous. 

Frowning, you replied. “Yeah, is something wrong?”

“No uh, look I- I wasn’t sure how to do this so um- I like you.”

Taken aback, you double check to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you. When he repeats what he said, you can’t help but start laughing. 

“You’re not being serious. Look, if this is some sort of elaborate joke, it’s not working Fred.” You head back to your dorms, leaving Fred standing there in the middle of the hallway, a shocked look on his face. 

He realises that you didn’t trust him anymore, not after the way he treated you. Honestly, he didn’t blame you. He was downright stupid for treating you like that, and he really did regret it. At that moment, he decided that he would do everything he could to make you like him.

Over the next few weeks, unbeknownst to you, he was constantly cornering Harry and Hermione, asking them what all you liked in order to gain your attention. At first the both of them were confused, wary at his sudden interest in you. But, after he confessed to them the reason behind his endeavours, they were more than happy to help. 

Harry would tell him funny stories from your childhood, while Hermione would share with him your favourite books and things you did over the weekend.

Following that, you would often enter the common room to find Fred on one of the couches, lounging as he read some of the books you liked. It was a surprise every week as he picked up a new one. One day, you decided to go over to him.

“Nice book?”, you asked. 

“Yup! This bit’s actually really interesting.” Fred tilts the book towards you, so that you can read what chapter he’s on.

“Hmm.”

He scoots over and pats the space next to him, inviting you to read with him. Taking a quick glance at the clock, you figured you could take a break for a while before going back to studying, and sat down next to Fred. It became a habit, every day the two of you would read a chapter together before you went your separate ways. It soon became his and your favourite part of the day. 

“Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”, Fred asked one night. “We can go to Honeydukes, i’ve been wanting some Peppermint Toads.” He had remembered a conversation with Hermione in which she revealed to him your favourite candy. 

“You like Peppermint Toads? Huh. I always put you up as a Fizzing Whizzbees type of guy.”

Fred scratched behind his neck as he awkwardly chuckled. “No, I like Peppermint Toads quite a bit. Come with me, won’t you? I’ll pay.”

Giving a small smile, you accept. 

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You and Fred got extremely close over the next few months, and you found yourself developing a small crush on him. However, you were still hesitant, remembering the way he treated you when you were younger. 

A few days later it was Valentine’s Day, and Fred figured it was the perfect day to try again.

He walked up to you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and handed them to you with a shy smile, cheeks and ears bright red. 

“Thank you? Happy Valentine’s to you too Fred.”

“I like you. I meant what I said last term. I really did mean it, I swear.”

You sigh, not sure how to reply. “Fred, look, I like you too, I do. But I just-”

“You don’t trust me.”

“No, it’s not that I don’t trust you, I-”

“I know what I did Y/N, and I am so, so, so sorry. I was stupid and young and I meant it when I apologized. Look, I get that you might not want to go into this, but I just need one chance. I promise I’ve changed.”

You stay silent for a second, thinking of whether or not you should give him the chance. He really did seem to have changed, and he had been really nice to you. Plus, the part of you that crushed on him was going crazy right now. 

“Okay, yeah!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, c’mon.” You look your arm through his, the other still holding the flowers, as you head to great hall. 

“Wait uh, how did you know that this was my favourite flower? And come to think of it, you’ve been really interested in my favourite things recently.”

“Oh, um, Harry and Hermione sorta helped, y’know like told me what all you liked.”

“They did huh?”

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a/n: i wasn’t sure how to end it, so sorry about that.

[phantomenby]

Batty boys pt.2

(Sorta related to the bat one you just posted) I would like a poly lost boys with the reader finding four bats on their way home. One of them is hurt and they take them in to treat them. Next day they wake up and is shocked to see 4 punk teenagers asleep instead of bats.

Hope you like this one anon <3

Also here is the link for the similar story written by another user, more Marko-centric

It had been over a week since you had housed the four flying puppies and not much had changed, you had continued with your shitty diner job and trying to get back into studying in your own time. The only difference was the rise in motorcycles going by your work and through the streets at night, not that you lived in a suburban haven or anything, but your apartment was a good bit away from the main area of town and the local riff-raff.

Still, you did miss them, their cute wide eyes and soft fur. You had gone to visit the local animal shelter, walking through the long hall of strays and pets of those who went missing. Sighing you shook your head, you wanted to get out of Santa Carla someday and you were broke as shit, investing in another living thing would do you no good.

Rain began pelting you on your way home, the sky was already fairly dark and you wanted nothing more than to curl up on your sofa with the tv on and a glass of vino to keep you company. The week had been long with back-to-back shifts for the past six days but you could enjoy your weekend off. Fortunately, it was nearing summer and so the tips were getting better, your savings were singing praises to you each night as you added a good extra couple of bills on top of your usual deposit.

Entering the local convenience store you nodded to the lady behind the till, her curly red hair and heavily applied purple eyeshadow standing out on her pale wrinkly face. Spotting what you desired you grabbed the bottle, for three dollars it wasn't too bad, sweetened with cherry syrup your grandmother had sent you from Nevada it made quite the treat. Grabbing some snacks with a couple of painkillers you went to pay, looking back outside as the rain got heavier and heavier.

Soon the sound of it was drowned out as the motorbikes you had heard the past few nights sped past, slowing as they went by the store, still you were unable to see who was riding them through the murky glass. As you left you passed by the slim alleyway behind the store, stopping when you heard a bin rattle a little, it didn't happen again after a few minutes so you shrugged began to pick up your pace again.

Wait

Looking back as you heard it, the familiar squeaks of a little furry animal, not like a raccoon or a cat. No, this was just like the ones you heard all those nights ago. Stalking closer you fought to see through the thick rainfall.

You could see it now, hidden behind the two metal trash bins, a mop of blonde rugged hair. One of the bats! You gasped, moving faster as you saw it was trapped between some discarded wires, as it began to fuss they dug deeper into its fur and irritated its skin. Its pained cries were enough for you to shout for it to stop moving as you went to free it.

Just barely missing its teeth as it lunged for you, intending to rip the flesh from your hand as it yowled.

"Hey! Hey! It's ok, I'm trying to help."

Paul stopped when he heard your voice, his dark blue-toned eyes looking into yours, he hadn't understood David's plan when the snowy blonde had told him to transform so he could wrap him up in the back of an alley. He had half the mind to rip his face off when he placed him behind the smelly dumpsters. The horse-tranquilizer he had taken was preventing him from becoming too excitable and irritated, but there was nothing worse than being dumped away from home and tied up when the night had only just begun.

He hadn't expected to see you again, in his tiny form he was always fairly vulnerable, they all were. But as soon as he heard your voice he felt more at peace than he ever had before. Your soft bright eyes staring down at him as you tried to soothe him to a point where he wouldn't attack you, he suddenly felt quite bad for lunging towards your hands before.

When you realised the small creature recognised you it was clear things would be much easier, soon enough you had gotten the tight wires off of him, scratching yourself on some of the sharper points in the process. Every time his eyes seemed to get darker, it made you laugh nervously, everyone joked about how bats were just vampires in disguise and you wondered just how much of that was true.

You tucked him into your coat, shivering as his cold dampened fur pressed against you. It was a short ten minute walk to your home so you wouldn't feel it for long, the sooner you got back to warmth the better.

"Don't worry little guy I'll patch you up n'everythin" he looked up at you with wide loving eyes, enjoying as you coo'd softly at him and rubbed his fluffy head. Zipping your coat up you kept one arm inside to keep him up, wrapping around him and rubbing soft circles into his side.

By the time you got back you were thoroughly soaked, praying you wouldn't be too ill tomorrow as you took off your coat and hung it up beside your door. Sliding off your trainers as you balanced the bat in one arm, he had now moved to dig his claws into your sweater, clinging onto you as you headed towards the room he was most familiar with.

The night they had spent with you was one they all cherished, as soon as you fell asleep all but him had turned back to their more mortal forms, pressing soft touches against you before they explored your home. Paul however had refused to move and had ensured his face never left your chest until David pulled him away and threw him out the window just two hours before the sun would rise.

Now he understood the plan, Paul was an airhead and the most likely to act on his more animalistic traits, essentially when Paul was a bat he behaved like a dumb bat. So it would be less likely for your silly human mind to catch on to them.

You placed him on your bed atop a towel you had used to dry your hair earlier on, you would have to shower again or maybe have a bath to heat yourself back up. Changing out of your jeans, sweater, and t-shirt you began to hunt for some comfy pjs, for now you would just wear a baggy t-shirt you had found for a dollar in a thrift store.

Paul was loving this. His sweet little mate prancing around him as he just sat there oogling you, had he been in his other form you would have screamed and ran away, but for now, you just thought he was some helpless creature. His brothers were nudging his mind, trying to get a peek, but he was devoted to keeping them out. A little payback for earlier.

If you would just turn around-

He whined as you put a shirt on, hiding the best parts of you from his view. Hearing what you assumed to be a sound of pain from the creature on the bed you walked back over, crouching down in front of him as you began to dry him off, checking over for any wounds. It seemed as though as you wiped the small specks of blood away that whatever scratches he had obtained from being tied up had already healed.

Fussing his head you wrapped him up, "stay here little one, the human has to warm up so you can sleep here for now", you missed the way his eyes flashed at the pet name, Paul had half a mind to transform and show you just how little he wasn't. Thinking better of it he accepted his fate and let you bundle him, surrounding him with a blanket that was on the end of your bed as you went into the bathroom that connected to your bedroom.

You decided to run a bath, it was the weekend so why not treat yourself, as the hot water flowed into the basin you collected some oil and soap from the small shelf in the corner, opting for everything lavender scented since it usually helped you wind down. Hearing some rustling in your room you were tempted to go check on the little guy but thought better of it, there wasn't much damage a small thing like that could do.

As you climbed in you let out a long sigh, it was perfect and immediately soothed your sore muscles who had been crying out to you all week. You must have been lying there for a good twenty minutes before your fingers pruned up, soon enough your body would be numb and the water would cool down.

In the other room, Paul had already turned back and was now flicking through the cassettes on the shelf across from your bed, he had the strong urge to put something on, hating how quiet it was compared to the cave. He turned towards the window when he heard a soft tap and was met with Markos gleaming green eyes staring back at him, opening it the boy immediately climbed through and was followed closely by Dwayne and then David, each one patting him on the head or squeezing his cheek while telling him what a 'good little guy' he was like some precious puppy.

He swatted their hands away before stepping back and plonking on the bed, sprawling out as he let his brothers get on with what they were waiting for. Dwayne tsked at Marko as he headed towards the bathroom where you were, reminding him that the door wasn't solid and you would be able to see his silhouette if he got too close. Marko just grinned sheepishly before moving away and towards your closet, wincing as it creaked from him opening it.

David growled, stopping when he heard you still in the bath, clearly listening out for anything else. When you continued he sent the other three a dark glare, warning them to be careful, they wanted to keep their secret safe for now.

Dwayne had followed him out of the bedroom and was now perusing the kitchen, noting how you had hardly anything in your cupboards and fridge, the things that were there were mostly premade meals, ramen, fruit, and other nutrition free snacks. Oh and a considerable amount of liquor. He debated doing a grocery run for you and David nudged his mind, not to say no, more of a 'make it sneaky' nudge.

David was looking out the window that led to your garden, your home was small, made for no more than two people, and usually lived in by old retired couples who wanted something simple. It explained how archaic some features were, but you had painted it and collected some simple furniture over the years you had lived there. Rifling through your wallet and checking your ID told him that you were twenty-five, but he knew a fake when he saw it, you were most likely a runaway of sorts. An experienced one too. Hopefully, it wouldn't affect how trusting you were when you finally met them.

They all froze when they heard you pull the plug and begin drying yourself off, soon enough you would be leaving and they had no desire to head off. Talking through their mindlinks they made a plan, each returning to your room and shrinking down after stashing their boots under your window outside.

By the time you were dry and smooth from your berry-scented lotion, the bathroom was a foggy mess, leaving the door wide open and heading to the window so you could air out the room. Santa Carla was warm enough and the rain would soon be dying down. You stopped as you passed your bed, you had glanced once to check on the blonde put but did a double take when you spotted something more.

There were four of them. All four of them.

Four sets of large beady eyes looked up at you, the blond one you had nestled before was now on top of the towel with his three friends standing on either side of you. It was creepy. All four of them stood at attention and looked at you as though they were waiting for something to happen. You glanced over at the window realising it was already fairly wide open.

But how...

You could have sworn it was closed when you went to take your bath, shaking your head you ignored it, going to get the soft flannel pajama set you had chosen to change. It was still on your dresser, fortunately, slightly crumpled and the underwear you had chosen was missing, glancing behind you you saw the bats were still watching you. Shuddering you turned to the draws beside your closet and pulled out a pair of boxers.

Letting your robe drop as you bent to slide them on, ignoring the shuffling behind you. Once you were dressed you decided to layer it with a jumper, your hair was still wet and the cool breeze coming through the window was seeping into your bones. You turned back to the row of deviants on your bed, not knowing what to do with them.

I mean first of all, "how the hell did you guys know how to get in here?", after your first meeting you had decided to head down to the library and grab a book on bats and learned that they actively avoided serious rain, even a light drizzle wasn't appreciated by them. They made no noise, just glanced in unison towards the window.

Shaking your head you muttered a small "whatever", ignoring the growl from the snowy blonde as you walked away and to your kitchen. You had one plan for tonight and that was to drink til the world became a lot fuzzier.

The boys were listening to you move around, not knowing if you were coming back or not.

David

Wait

He kept listening, ignoring Paul as he bounced on his haunches, when they realised you were settling in he nodded and let them move.

You were pouring a glass of the wine you had bought, a VHS copy of The Princess Bride was already in and running through the ads as you prepared to wind down for the evening. You were opting to ignore the four batlings in your bedroom, deciding your mental energy was drained too much to handle them at the moment.

Click

click

click

"What the fu-" freezing as you began to speak, thinking someone was throwing tiny stones at your window. This was much worse, or better. Either way, it was incredibly funny.

There they were, hobbling towards you, the four of them following one after the other with the snowy blonde leading the ranks. It was comical, and strange. Maybe they had formed some sort of attachment to you, they didn't seem like babes though, their teeth being fairly worn were evidence of that. They stopped as they saw you, resuming the line of defense stance they had taken on the bed. Rolling your eyes you reached into your fridge, pulling out a couple of peaches that were already sweet and ripe.

Cutting them up and placing them onto a plate you nodded towards the four, "this is what you wanted right?"

Not expecting a response you walked to them and put the plate on the ground in front of them, fussing a few of their heads as you stepped around them and towards your cosy sunken in couch that was across from the second-hand tv you scored at the market one day.

It wasn't long before they had begun to scuttle over to you, using their sharp claws to pull them up so they could sit next to you, the only one actually interested in the food you sacrificed for them was the fluffy blonde. He was quickly devouring each piece and you were debating taking them away from him in case he threw up.

Your plans were soon thrown out the window as the darkest one climbed up and onto your shoulder, his paws holding onto your hair and sniffing loudly. Giggling you tried to push him away, but he only clung on tighter.

"S-stop! That tickles-" pushing him away as his claws finally reached your skull, pushing him towards a small pillow on the back of the couch. He accepted but continued holding onto and playing with a small bundle of strands. Better for them to be focused on something other than destroying your house. The other blonde, the one with curly tufts of hair all of his body, was tugging your clothes as though he was a fashionista judging you for your drab outfits.

You petted his head softly and he leaned into the touch, to be fair to them you had missed this, it was like a non-commital pet.

David was busy probing your mind, watching as you twitched every so often as you felt small pieces of pressure beneath your skull, he didn't learn much about your past or about anything he hadn't already learned from the first time you met. You were a fairly predictable little human, following a similar routine and having few desires, it was what made it so easy for them to plan everything out.

They stuck by you as the evening ended, watching as you went through another two glasses of wine by the time the movie was over, you stumbled as you went to the kitchen, putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave to snack on and pouring a fourth glass. The dark-haired one was still on your shoulder and squeaking softly in your ear.

Paul and Marko were tussling on the rug in front of the TV, growling and nipping at each other, they had gotten pretty aggressive before but had calmed down when you tried to get in between them and threatened to throw them out.

It was time for a scarier flick now, you placed your drink and snack down before walking to your cupboard, picking out Amityville Horror and swapping out The Princess Bride for it. As it began the snowy blonde bat crawled into your lap, leaning his back against your stomach with his legs stretched out in front of him as you began to stroke him softly.

David was in heaven, it wasn't often he indulged himself with any form of affection but he was willing to enjoy the gentle petting you were giving him. He recognised the movie playing, Paul and Dwayne had forced him to watch it multiple times when it first came out. It was fairly dark and gruesome so he couldn't understand why someone who lived alone would want to watch it so late at night.

By the time it was over you were on edge, you wanted to watch something a little less lovey-dovey but you forgot how creepy it could be. Even worse it was based on real-life events. Shuddering you took the bowl and empty glass to the sink, you would clean them tomorrow but for now, you just wanted to crawl into bed and let your fuzzy head pull you into a sweet slumber.

Brushing your teeth had suddenly become the hardest task in existence, the one on your shoulder was trying to bite down on your toothbrush while the curly-haired blonde was climbing up your pant leg, nipping you with his tiny claws. He ignored you as you tried to swing him off, just holding on tighter and looking up at you with demon eyes.

Once you had finished he was already halfway up your back and trying to join his friend on your other shoulder, continuing the trend of sniffing and tugging on your hair. Accepting defeat you climbed onto your plush mattress, curling up under the warm duvet, you would leave the window open so they could leave if they pleased since you had no desire to trap them inside to do their dirty business.

Soon enough the other two had joined you, the fluffy blonde resuming his favourite position against your chest while the snowy one took up guard at the end of the bed, shoving half of his body under the end of the quilt.

You would have to read something on bat behavior and human-bat relationships, doubting that their actions were normal for the usually avoidant nocturnal creatures.

As your mind began to drift away you felt something rubbing circles on your side as the soothing purring sounded from all around you.

-

You woke with your head buried against something warm, feeling a familiar pressure behind you you tried to turn only to find yourself trapped. Something was wrapped tight around your waist and thighs, looking down you saw an arm...or arms?

Beginning to panic you tried to move only to find your feet also weighted down, your body was overheating and the sun shining past the curtains wasn't helping. Whoever these people around you were, whatever they were, they were deep sleepers. As you twisted your body and pulled their arms away from you they barely moved an inch.

Once you were freed you stood in front of your window, looking at the four men who were in your room.

"Oh my god"

Gone were the four sweet bats that had fallen asleep cuddling you, in their place were four punks, snoring peacefully completely unaware of your terror. Nothing in your brain could explain what had happened, you had grown up on stories of vampires but this was something else.

As you continued to assess them you realised their hair matched those of the smaller beings they had replaced, one with a long blonde mane, one with glossy dark brown hair way past his shoulders, one with a curly blonde mullet and a platinum blonde mullet at the end of the bed. Each had hands and feet with long sharp nails, claws.

You were frozen for a good few minutes as you thought of a plan, you couldn't take them all on alone and you were sure if you tried to sneak past them they would wake up and try and capture you before you got help. It was then you saw how huddled together they were, beneath the platinum blonde's feet were a few rays of sunshine peeking through that he kept twitching away from.

Glancing at the curtain you realised that the window was still partially open and a slight breeze was blowing through, killing two birds with one stone you decided to test a theory, either way you would get an escape route and possibly find out if they were part of the undead. Gripping the cloth in your hands you took a deep breath before tugging it half-open.

If your heart was beating fast before it was thundering now, thrumming like a hummingbird's as four deadly growls sounded from the beings in front of you as they leapt up. Flattening against the walls on either side of your room, the only one still in front of you was the long blonde who was crouched behind your bed.

Four pairs of copper coloured eyes met your own as steam clouded their forms.

Holy shit

David wasn't prepared for this, they were supposed to leave long before the sun came up, realising now that they had fallen asleep with you. and trapped themselves in your home till the sun went down. Of course you were going to wake up, you weren't a creature of the night like them and the sun would naturally call to you.

Being woken up by the burning feeling of the sun scorching their skin was less than desirable. Even worse you were staring at them like a scared rabbit, wide eyed and shaking slightly as you held your curtain open. Nobody moved and the boys still needed a moment to recover, the pull of the sun was exhausting them but they couldn't rest while you were aware of what they were, it put them in too much of a dangerous position. David just needed to convince you to work in their favour, if he could just get a good look in your eyes, it would help if his feet weren't currently blistered but that could wait for now.

"Kitten..."

A soft voice drawled to your left and you met the eyes of the platinum blonde, he was staring at you with silent rage and you stepped closer to the window. Before you could he moved closer, reaching for the arm that was still in the shadows, you pulled away before he could get a hand on you, exposing the other side of the window as the curtain opened further, trapping him in the corner as he growled low in his throat.

This was going to be a long day.

[ddejavvu]

Hi! I was thinking about sub Sirius Black x reader hybrid au (Sirius is a dog hybrid and reader is a human or maybe a cat hybrid)

Thank you!

YOU. HAVE. NO. IDEA. HOW. MUCH. I. LOVE. HYBRID. AUS. i was trying to wait for multiverse monday, i really was, but this was too good

no really!! quick little scream session here, because it's my all time favorite au, and i've written over 300K words for it over various fics!! i started writing hybrid aus back in 2017, and literally have been obsessed ever since!! the ones i'm most proud of are more recent, of course, as my writing gets better with time, but i've written all sorts of hybrid aus and i'm so happy to bring my hybrid agenda to tumblr! i've literally never seen a single soul write hybrid aus for the marauders, i've been looking high and low bc i'm so starved for content but no one writes them so i always decide to just do it myself :') i feel like it would be an obvious concept seeing as sirius is literally a dog. james is literally a deer. remus is literally a wolf. but nOPE literally no one does that shit and it's a fucking crime >:( the hybrid species i've written for before are dog, cat, snake, bat, bunny, fox, deer, wolf, armadillo (fit to a specific character as an obscure!hybrid au), coyote, tiger, bird, you name it, i've written it :D i would def share my AO3, but i have a feeling that like only one or two of you would be interested in the fandom, so i'm not gonna bother :') but like i guess if fandom doesn't matter to you, and you're just starved for hybrid content, lmk and i can share my stories!! they’re usually around 20K words or below :) I’m working on about 5146514 new ones but who fucking knows when those will come out LMFAO

also ig if you’ve never heard of hybrid aus before it’s basically a human that has some animal features, so like a dog hybrid often has ears/tail or shares similar traits to dogs. it’s not in any way bestiality, that’s way past my boundaries and i’d never write anything like that, it’s actually in the section of my navi about what i’m not willing to write. the hybrid character is still a consenting human, they always have the brain of a human or else the entire concept would go to shit. at most it’s like advanced pet play, where any added ears and tail are just real and functioning, but they’re always human besides those features. since sirius can already turn into a dog, like i mentioned before, he’s like a prime candidate for this au, this is basically just him if the ears and tail were permanent :) if you’re not into this, literally just don’t read it :) it’s very easy :)

anyways!! on to the blurb!! this post is 18+, minors dni.

okay but just think about dog hybrid sirius who waits all day for you to come home from work and he’s feeling extra needy and so he’s super sensitive and he’s smelling you literally everywhere like the couch? you sit there a bunch and he can smell you there, it’s driving him crazy so he sits on the patio instead. but the patio? all of the flowers out there contribute to your scent so it’s even worse. he heads into the kitchen but he catches some notes of vanilla or cinnamon or peaches or cherries or whatever the fuck food you smell like and he’s literally hunched over from how pained he is trying to hold himself together

he finally flees to the only room in the house that he hasn’t tried yet, but realizes that it’s the bedroom and that the bed is literally covered in your scent. he finally just gives up, face plants onto the bed and breathes it in

He’s achingly hard, his dick is literally straining in his sweatpants and he can feel his ears pressed down on his head from how painful it is and he’s whining and whimpering and writhing on the bed trying to be a good boy and not touch himself

he barely lasts ten seconds before he’s caving, and he curls under the covers so that literally all he can smell is you. he’s palming himself through his pants because he’s trying so hard to be good but it’s so hard and he’s so hard but he knows that you’ll be home soon and he just wants a reward for being so good

you’re actually a little late coming home from work and you’re already holding a meatlovers pizza as an apology and ready to brace yourself because sirius is such an excited puppy all the time and he usually jumps all over you when you get home but then you open the door and there’s no one there :(

you’re super worried bc !! your puppy is always there to greet you !! what happened !! so you call out for him and you hear him call your name from the back bedroom so you put all of your stuff down and go to greet him. you expect to see a big pillow fort or something, some elaborate scheme that he’s concocted that would have made it difficult for him to answer the door but you find him curled up on the bed instead

you realize quickly that his pained whimpers aren’t because he’s been injured or anything, but because he’s needy, and you carefully sit on the edge of the bed where he’s looking up at you pleadingly

he’s barely able to whine your name and haul himself over to you, but as soon as he’s in your lap he’s all over you, his head is buried in your neck and his hands are pawing at your waistband and you can feel his tears slowly dripping onto your skin

you decide to take some pity on him, clearly seeing that he was a good boy while you were gone and never really touched himself, bringing one hand up to rub his ears while the other guides his hips to rock against your own

he realizes what you’re doing and finally starts grinding against you, the entire time he’s whining and whimpering and crying about how much it hurts and how much he missed you and how much he needs you and it barely takes him any time at all to be shaking against you, teeth sinking shakily down into your neck as he tries stabilizing himself

you know it’ll leave one hell of a mark in the morning and you’re not looking forward to covering it up before work tomorrow but it feels so good so you just let him, and you continue rubbing his ears until he finally lets go, slumping all of his weight against you and screaming as he falls victim to his orgasm

he’s still whimpering and shaking and sniffling by the time he’s ridden it all out, though, and you just sit with him, cooing about how good he’s been, how he’s your good boy, how he’s your best boy and he lets a shaky smile slip over his face, eyes drooping as he lets himself snooze on your shoulder

[twistnet]

cold [ jim street ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; you’ve come down with a cold, and jim steps in to take care of you 

⋯ PROMPT ; [ pharmacy note ]  you or your lover come down with a sickness, and one of you runs to the store to get them anything they could possibly need

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, slight angst [ mentions of sickness + colds ], general fluff [ comfort + kisses ] + mature language 

it’s nearly midnight in los angeles. and jim, dressed haphazardly in sweatpants and a t-shirt, stands in the drugstore cold and flu section overlooking all the medications. he’s tired, and not entirely sure what to get that doesn’t taste like shit, or help you out with what you're dealing with. but, he knows you need it, otherwise you’ll be up all night just trying to breathe.

so, he grabs what looks good -- something for your fever and cough, before trialing down the aisles to grab something to keep you hydrated through the night. he chooses a soup and soda. adding in one of your favorite snacks as a little something extra before making his way up to the register.

he’s out of the store in less than two minutes, all his items wrapped tightly in the paper bag the guy behind the counter had given him -- who looked nearly as died as he did, but he neither of them commented on the others appearance. jim was sure he’d seen worse.

he sneaks back into the house, desperately trying to not wake luca who’s sleeping soundly in his room down the hall. while also thinking of you, just in case you had somehow managed to fall asleep before he mad it back home with all your goodies. however, he finds you seated up right, eyes glued to the tv as it plays re-runs of full house with the volume turned the lowest it can go so you can still hear everything, but not wake luca.

“hey, babe. got your stuff.” he utters as he enters the bedroom, closing the door tightly behind him before dumping the contents onto the bedspread, “i got you something for the fever and cough, and some snacks in case you’re hungry.” you make a hum of appreciation, grabbing the two medications and quickly popping them open.

you read over the back labels, before pouring out the correct amount for your cough medication, and then a pill for the fever. jim disappears for a moment, grabbing a glass of water from the bathroom to make it easier for you to wash the medication down.

he watches as you make a face, the horrible cherry flavor of the cough syrup nearly making you gag as jim chuckles softly, “i thought the cherry was better than the grape...”

you shake your head, “no, both are just as horrible. but i’d take the cherry shit over the stuff that tastes like jager.” you make another face, before quickly chugging some water to wash the rest of the medication off your tongue. then the fever pill goes down and you plop back against your pillows, “i hate being sick.”

jim nods, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead before picking the medication up and dropping it onto your bedside table, “yeah, least it’s something pretty simple to deal with. you’ll be back up and running in a few days.” he mutters, climbing into bed with you before snuggling into his pillow, “if you need something, just wake me up.” you nod and settle in, pulling the blankets up to your chest before dosing off yourself. 

the next morning, jim is getting ready for work. his eyes glancing over at you as you take another round of your medication for the morning, and still getting a slight kick out of seeing your face scrunch up after taking the cough syrup, “you never get use to it, huh?” he smiles, pressing another kiss to your forehead. already happy to see the your fever has started to come down.

“it’s always been nasty. if i hated it as a kid, what makes you think i’m gonna like it as an adult?” jim chuckles, pushing a plate of toast and eggs in front of you with a smile, “eat something. it’ll help you get better.”

“i’m gonna head out to work, you need anything, just call me. i’ll bring it home after call.” he offers, noting your hesitant smile as you look up at him shyly, “so, you’ll bring home some indian food from that place we like?” 

“yeah, i can do that. just text me if you want anything outside our normal order, and i’ll bring it home.” he smiles, watching your eyes shine brightly before a final kiss is dropped to your hairline and he bids his goodbyes.

“that didn’t take any convincing.” luca comments from his truck, smiling at his friend as jim shakes his head, “i would do just about anything for her. don’t act like you wouldn’t if that was your girl in there.” jim comments back, before tugging on his helmet. yeah, he’d do just about anything for you.

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Could you do eddiexplus size reader where her Hellfire shirt was already very tight but it was summer and she gained some more weight and now it would just be obscene to wear it so she has to ask for a bigger one when they’re back at school and she feels ready to die of shame and embarrassment and is seriously considering just quitting Hellfire instead? Maybe she tries to? And of course Eddie is having none of that bullshit. And maybe he’s a little into the weight and the tight shirts. 😳 thx

Hmm sure. I kinda did something like this before in my series. But I can definitely do a different take

Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Ope.

One shot

Warning: body insecurities and language, mentions of menstrual cycle. Not proof read and no word count

🖤💀😓

"Son of a bitch. What the fuck?" You said under your breath.

You were trying to put on your Hellfire shirt getting ready for the first day back at school. It was a Friday and you were excited for the continuation of The Cult of Vecna Eddie had started over the summer.

But a summer filled with countless overnights at the local dinner and home cooked meals 3 times a day wrecked havoc on your body. It didn't help that you had a slow metabolism and a refusal to work out. That summer you had added extra poundage to your already over weighted self. And things didn’t seem to get better. But this day was made worst by your irrational thoughts that made their way through your head. So fat, hungry and dealing with your menzies was the worst way to start school. But the cherry on the top of this shit sundae was now your Hellfire shirt fit way too tight for your liking. But you had to wear it. Eddie would have given you so much shit if you didn't. Your good friend for the past 7 years was actually a really nice person. But when it came to Hellfire he had absolutely no mercy. And to make matters worse he was already on edge from not graduating for the second time this year.

His was two grades ahead of you. But now you were 18 and doing your senior year with him. Honestly it made you happy because he was super cool to hang out with. Definitely not this crazed freak that everyone made him out to be. You liked him. But you didn't know how much you liked him until that summer. Sure you guys were just friends. But something happened then you did not expect.

You were hanging out in his room. You sat on his bed reading his copy of The Silmarillion while he strummed his guitar. You started to cry at The Battle of Sudden Flames. Your sniffles brought Eddies attention to you.

" Ahh The Battle of Sudden Flames huh?"

You nodded.

" I don't know why you cry every time you read it. It was so fucking epic." Eddie said while putting his guitar up and sitting back down. This time next to you.

" It's because they were defeated" You whimpered.

" Yeah but you know how the story ends. You've read it as much as I have."

" I know it just gets me every time." You frowned

That's when he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him.

" It's ok sweetheart. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Just keep reading. When you get to The Fellowship you will be alright."

You had a sudden feeling of nervousness when he held you. You blushed for the first time when he called you sweetheart. He's called you that many times before and it never had an effect on you until now. What ever it was that was causing you to feel this way towards him didn't matter now. You liked Eddie.

So while trying your best to get as comfortable as you could in the restricted shirt you pulled on a hoodie. You looked like a busted can of biscuits. Shaking your head you decided to not take off your sweater for the rest of the day.

It was extremely hot during lunch and you wanted to take it off but the embarrassment of having your friends see you kept you from it. Eddie was looking at you from across the table. You couldn’t meet his gaze. His eyes always felt like they were piercing your soul. You couldn’t help your knee from bouncing under the table. You just wanted to leave. Quit Hellfire and make new friends. But lost in your thoughts Eddie threw a pretzel at you. You picked it up and looked at him. His smirk made your heart stop. You pressed your lips and looked down at your tray. Placing the pretzel on it.

When the bell rang you hurried out of the cafeteria not wait for Eddie like you normally did, to walk to the class you had together. But instead of going to class you went out into the football field and sat on the bleachers. You watched as the kids in P.E ran laps around the track.

"Hey sweetheart." Eddie voice made you jump.

You looked at him from behind. He held out his hands to let you know he didn't mean to scare you. You turned back to look at the field.

" What's up with you today?" He said sitting next to you.

Your knee continued to bounce but Eddie's big hand rested on it and made you calm down. His calloused fingers grazed your exposed skin from the hole that was in your jeans. You're heart began to race. Your face became insanely hot. You wanted him to touch you lower. But Eddie's voice brought your attention back to him.

" y/n what's up?"

You swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Eddie I don't think I want to be a part of the club anymore."

"What?!" He said standing up and making his way in front of you, stepping down a bench to level his sight with yours.

"I uhh don't have time for it this year." You tried pleading with him to believe you.

"Like hell you do! You’re not quitting. It's the fucking Cult of Vecna. You can't just quit!" His voice was raised and his arms were crossed. The sound of his voice echoed in the small stadium. Bring the attention of the kids running toward you two.

" Eddie I just can't." You hung your head as your eyes swelled with tears.

Eddie sat next to you again and put his hand around your waist squeeze your love handle. You tried to move away but he kept you there.

" What's going on y/n? Just tell me...or I will never let you come over and read my copies of J.R.R Tolkien again."

You chuckled. " Eddie I can just get them out of the library."

"No you won’t, because I will check them all out before you can."

You could feel him smirking. After a while you asked him if it was possible if you could get another shirt. He agreed and instead of going back to finish school he drove you to his trailer.

You sat on his couch while he went to look for an extra hellfire shirt for you. After a few minutes he returned.

" Uhh I think this should work." He said tossing the shirt at you.

He went to get something to snack on and when he turned around you were just pulling off your hoodie. You met his gaze. He had his mouth open and his eyes were fixed on your torso.

You instantly put your arms around your stomach and chest and looked at the floor out of embarrassment.

"Holy shit! You're so hot."

Eddie's words made you look up.

" I mean fuck you've always be gorgeous but man. You just look ...damn!"

" Wait what?" You were confused.

He put down his bag of chips and came towards you. Pulling your arms away from your body. He furrowed his brow shaking his head. Looking you up and down.

" Maybe it's best that you do get a bigger shirt. Wouldn't want the kiddos all worked up over you."

"Eddie? "

He finally met your eyes and smiled and tilted his head to the side." Don't tell me you don't know."

Your silence made him realize you really didn't. He pulled you closer to him. Putting your arms around his neck while he held onto your waist.

" Do you really think I let just any girl come here? Or ever wonder why you're the only girl I hang out with?"

" umm because we’re friends." You said

" No we are not. We are so much more than that." He said moving his face closer to yours. Lips only inches apart.

"Eddie you like me?"

He nodded while grinning.

That was all you needed to see. You pushed your lips to his. After a while you pulled away. Laughing and smiling.

"Common" Eddie said nudging his head towards his room.

You pulled away from him and shook your head. His face fell.

" No no. God no Eddie. I want to. I really do. It's just....it’s um shark week." You blushed at your confession.

He let out a cackle. " Do you really think a little bit of blood scares me?"

" First of all....Gross... second of all, I'm not just gonna sleep with you and then act like nothing happened and go back to normal."

" what do you mean back to normal? You think I just want sex?" He questioned

" What do you want?"

He smirked again. "I want you to be my girlfriend silly. Liked you since you joined Hellfire."

" Seriously? Why didn't you say anything?"

" I uhhh wasn't sure if you wanted too." He stammered.

You made your way to him and kissed him again. " Oh I want to Munson."

He smiled and tried to pull you onto his room.

You resisted. " Nope. If you really do like me then you're gonna have to wait."

He pouted but you didn't give in.

" Alright. So...would you like to go out on a date with me?"

You gave him a cheeky smile. " Where are we going?"

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