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jancisstuff · 6 years ago

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Introductions: Chachanji and Torene

October 2 2018

Jancis stops by the Goblet with her daughter to make introductions and stays for dinner after helping Chachanji complete the Challenge of the Warden she posed to him.

Finding a way for him to forgive himself.

Jancis Milburga knocks on the door before opening, even if it is a smithy, peeking inside the door as she does. You motion joyfully to Chachanji Gegenji. Chachanji Gegenji is just tidying up for the evening, quenching the fires of his workbench and his forge for the evening. His ears wiggle at the knocking, and he turns to see the source - and smiles brighter than any forge-fire at who it is! "Ms. Jancis! Hallo!" Jancis Milburga smiles as she answers, "Chachanji! Hello!" She comes inside, her arms wrapped up in a shawl. "Are you working on a project? I hoped to continue our conversation from the other sun." Jancis Milburga: "But I would be equally happy to watch you work." Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, jus' finishin' up fer th' day, act'lly!" he stated with that smile remained everpresent on his freckled features. "Clean-up 'n all tha'. So 'm good fer a talk!" He cants his head a little. "A-ah. By th' conversation, ya mean th'... whole thin' 'bout fergivin' meself fer stuff?" Jancis Milburga nods, "Yes, yes the challenge. Oh! Did Lady Reiko find anything of interest with the botanists?" >> Chachanji Gegenji: Ooo I love that you used that eureka thing on the forge ^_^ Chachanji Gegenji >> Ah, yeah! Let's me do this! :D )) >> Chachanji Gegenji: hehehehe magic anvil ^_^ Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, mostly jus' seein' if'n they had more samples'a th' stuff ya mentioned in yer book," he admitted with a scratch of his cheek. "They were closin' up fer th' night so we didn't wanna hold 'em up with a lotta questions." He patters over to hop onto the bench next to her. "So... ah... what did ya wanna talk 'bout wit th' challenge?" Chachanji Gegenji >> It's for when he does his super high level smithing! Very powerful! :D )) >> Chachanji Gegenji: I like it! And plus just the knotting around the base fits his style so it's a super winwin!!)) Chachanji Gegenji >> Yeah! I spent probably a bit too much time twisting and turning and positioning it so it'd fit just right... XD )) Chachanji Gegenji >> Oh! I DID manage to fit in the new tree item where I wanted it. I had to do the placement glitch thing to put it closer to the wall than it'd let me otherwise. :D )) >> Chachanji Gegenji: Ooo nice!!! I love that glitch. I'll ahve to peek later - I haven't updated anything in months it's killing me.)) Chachanji Gegenji >> It's down in the bathroom. :D )) Jancis Milburga nods, looking more thoughtful, "You were pondering a great deal and worried about hurting others. Plus I believe you can find a means to forgive. Especially yourself." She shifts in the shawl. "I did not come alone, either. I did not forget about my promise to gather, but it is longer than hoped?" Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, it was mostly tha' I 'membered how upset ya were 'bout me lyin' ta ya. 'n how upset Tiroro was when I did ta 'er," he admitted, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Tiroro 'n I made up... ev'n if'n we didn't stay t'gether fer other reasons... 'n ya fergave me too. S-so... I guess I really jus' need ta fergive meself 'n move on, 'n try'n be better 'bout lyin' in gen'ral." He blinks at the movement under the shawl. "... Not alone?" He cants his head, curious and suitably distracted. Jancis Milburga cants her head in kind, "I do not think Thaliak would be saddened that I can barely recall the hurt I felt. And I would very much prefer you not be in pain and holding yourself accountable in that way. You did not trust those of the Ruby Shadow, not I. And I care about you more than keeping such a decision against you." She starts unwrapping the shawl to a point. "I wanted to not delay introducing you." Jancis Milburga deftly unslings her passenger and leans over Chachanji, offering to the man to hold the child. "Torene, meet Chachanji. Chachanji, my cherished Torene." Chachanji Gegenji nods. "I was lyin' ta keep them from learnin' stuff 'n hurtin' anyone..." he admitted. "I jus' wish I coulda figgered out a way ta do tha' 'n still let ya know th' truth..." He sighs. "But, ain't worth beatin' meself up 'bout what coulda been. Virara already gets on me 'nuff fer worryin' 'bout what ifs. Better ta jus'... learn from what happened 'n move o-aaaaw!" His resolution was cut short by a rather unmanly, but quiet squeal of excitement as the little baby was introduced to him. He-- Chachanji Gegenji: --took her with the greatest of care, like she was made of the most precious of glass, and cradled her gently. "'allo, lil' Torene. Nice ta meetcha." Jancis Milburga: "Lady Virara punches you for worrying?" Chachanji Gegenji chuckles awkwardly, pulling his attentions away from the baby. "A-ah. Nah, but she gets all stern wit me when I worry too much 'bout what ifs." Jancis Milburga ||Torene is a fair-skinned hyur-like infant with dark jet-black soft hair that fuzzes out from her head in its short feathery waves. The squeal opens the infant's eyes a bit more to show a dark-green hue, mouth opening a moment in a brief yawn. Chachanji Gegenji: "A-anyroad, she's ADORABLE," the little Lalafell all but coos at little Torene. Jancis Milburga: "She is wise and she cares about you deeply. I would heed her words. The Spinner would not want you to pick out every possible thread." Jancis Milburga blinks a moment, laughing and leaning in somewhat behind Chachanji. "I think so, too. But I am quite prejudice in that regard. The bracelet is a bit much. I actually received a dear gift during one of the festivals, another bracelet I was very surprised and taken. She wears that one for now." Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, she'll have th' charm bracelet fer when she needs it," he reassured with a nod, continuing to cradle the little girl gently. He's quiet a moment before he returns to the original topic. "'n... I worry 'cuz I care, y'know? I ain't tryin' ta think'a ev'rythin' tha' could happen but... I'd like ta figger out what bad thin's could happen so I can avoid 'em. 'specially if'n it keeps me friends safe. 's jus'... I need ta stop worryin' 'bout stuff what's already happened too 'n jus' try ta learn Chachanji Gegenji: from it rather'n worry 'bout what I coulda or shoulda done." Jancis Milburga listens quietly and returns most of her attention to Chachanji. "So how you reflect on it. That is painful. When I tend to wounds I can see them, too. What would have stopped from losing this limb or a gash. Many of them are not real, the answer of hindsight is not always clear. Something else could have happened in another response. Someone would have not been met. And even with thinking so much on it, we still are where we are using that to step with a surer foot into the next sun." Jancis Milburga: "Mayhaps not stop worrying entirely. Balance is difficult." Chachanji Gegenji: "R-right," he admits with another awkward chuckle. "I jus' need ta not worry so much 'bout what's already happened. 'specially if'n ev'ryone else involved has already fergiven me fer it. Just gotta make sure I learn from it 'n try'n do better if'n there's a next time." Chachanji Gegenji hugs Torene to him lightly as he says that. Jancis Milburga smiles, soaking up the endearing vision for herself. Jancis Milburga: "I brought a token with me for you. Pray declare your forgiveness fully, yes?" Jancis Milburga: "You say it far better than I can already, the last step is to actually say you forgive yourself." Chachanji Gegenji blinks, looking up at Jancis thoughtfully. "Like... jus'... say what 'm fergivin' meself fer?" Jancis Milburga: "Yes! Yes, what feels right from your heart." Chachanji Gegenji: "Um... lessee 'ere, then..." He looks down at Torene thoughtfully, cradling her as he tries and gather his thoughts. "I fergive meself fer th' lies I told in th' past - better ta learn from 'em 'n improve rather'n continuin' ta worry 'bout what coulda been if'n I did somethin' diff'rent." Chachanji Gegenji looks back up at Jancis with a bashful smile. "S-somethin' like tha'?" Jancis Milburga widens her eyes a bit at the question before softening and smiling back. "It is perfect." She looks over his face another moment, "How do you feel?" Chachanji Gegenji: "Um... w-well, 'm already feelin' really happy 'cuz I'm holdin' lil' Torene 'ere..." he admitted sheepishly. "B-but, I def'nitely feel like..." He looks up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Like I can really let go'a tha' 'n focus on more important thin's, y'know? There's so much I hafta think 'bout in th' now ta keep worryin' 'bout thin's in th' past I can't change." Jancis Milburga wraps her arms around Chachanji's back, squeezing his shoulders in a half-hug. "I had faith you could. I think that is what I feel strongest about, that people I care about can find a way to let go of pain. Wounds I cannot heal." Jancis Milburga: "I have been thinking about mine own, too." Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, ta be fair... it was yer celebration 'n th' challenge tha' got me thinkin' 'bout it," he offered, cradling Torene and looking down at the infant. "So... in a way ya kinda did help heal th' wounds. Fer me 'n all th' others tha' took th' challenge." Jancis Milburga releases Chachanji and purses her lips, nearly pouting. "I. Perhaps in a way. Small way." She adds the last part before rubbing her cheek. Chachanji Gegenji: "Tha's a good thin', though!" he offers. "We still needed ta look at 'n fergive ourselves, a'course. 'n we hafta mean what we say 'r it dun do nothin'. But jus' lettin' us know it's akay ta to do tha'... tha' helps a lot ta get started." Jancis Milburga ||Torene has been mostly quiet and watching Chachanji, her hand fussing with the soft shawl. Overall she seems pretty content with becoming acquainted. Jancis Milburga: "I am happy to help with that. It is not easy! Not at all. There are still others to reach out to and aid along. Lord Killian, you heard his words?" Jancis Milburga: "He was the man behind you. I believe he was wearing red, I think he meant to." Chachanji Gegenji smiles down at the little child, continuing to cradle her and just... bask in the presence of this new life wrought from two good friends of his. He turns to Jancis again. "'n tha's why I thin' ya helpin' like ya did is a good thin' 'n worth praisin'," he insists before canting his head thoughtfully this way and that as he tries to recall the individual in question. "Ah, um... a lil'? I... mighta been tryin' ta calm Ms. Reiko down when 'e was talkin'. She was worried she was outta place-- Chachanji Gegenji: since she couldn't think'a somethin' she needed ta fergive 'erself fer." Jancis Milburga apologizes, "Oh. Forgive me, I knew she was a bit uncomfortable. I was thinking it was more the translation than the challenge itself." She purses her lips, "He was interested in knowing if the dead forgave. I have been pondering that for some time, but if she does not have anything she feels need to forgive herself for, perhaps the challenge is in forgiving someone else who has wronged her." Jancis Milburga: "For example, the Garleans are a painful topic. That is a great challenge." Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, hm. I'll mention tha' ta 'er next time we meet up, then," he agrees with a nod. "'n... as fer th' dead. I mean... ya pay yer respects ta those tha' have passed. Who have joined wit th' kami. Apologizin' fer wrongs ya might'a commited 'gainst them is part'a tha', I thin'." Chachanji Gegenji: "'cuz they could still be watchin' over ya. 'n makin' peace wit 'em could mean they watch out fer ya rather'n try'n get ev'n fer whatev'r it is ya did." Jancis Milburga: "Pay respects and feel watched over. Do you feel watched over? Even here? That paper about your ancestor and. And your homeland. But the kami are a part of everything so you feel their presence as much?" Chachanji Gegenji nods. "I mean. I ain't got proof fer it but... I like ta think I managed ta get where I have, 'n have th' good friends I do... 'n they're all doing so well.." He hefts up Torene a little for emphasis. "'cuz th' kami 'r watchin' out fer me 'n those I care 'bout. I still need ta put in th' effort ta make thin's happen 'n do me best ta protect me friends too but... I feel like th' kami help me do tha', ev'n jus' a lil'." Jancis Milburga blushes lightly at Chachanji's example. Jancis Milburga: "I believe it, too. The past moons I had focused a lot on meditations and listening. Like here, besides the heat and aroma of woods and coals I can sense balance. That many types of life are welcome here." Chachanji Gegenji chuckles a little, smiling softly. "Tha's good. Tha's th' sort of feelin' I want thi' place ta have. Tha' all kinds are welcome 'ere." Jancis Milburga ||Torene manages to find a bit of yellow tunic to touch and grip with her small hand, still watching faces primarily. Jancis Milburga: "Speaking of, would you mind company in the night? Unless you already have a guest that is hoping to rest here." Chachanji Gegenji feels the light tug of Torene's little hand finding purchase, and he looks back to the little infant with a smile. "'n tha' includes ya, lil' Torene." He turns that smile back to Jancis. "I wouldn't mind at all. As always, th' guest room is fer friends 'n family 'n whoev'r needs it." Jancis Milburga claps happily! "Wonderful! Are you still cleaning up? I can start cooking." She offers. Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, I jus' have ta pack away th' fresh ingots I made outta th' slag 'n put away th' tools 'n stuff," he admitted, seeming like he'd rather keep cradling Torene instead but knowing keeping a tidy smithy was very important. "'n-n ah, if'n ya'd like ta... feel free. I still have some of th' spices 'n stuff from th' last time ya brought 'em over... so 'm sure ya can find somethin' ta work with." Chachanji Gegenji: "Lemme know if'n ya can't, though... I can hop down ta th' market stalls fer whatev'r ya need." Jancis Milburga beams at the mention of spices, getting up. "I am sure there is plenty here." She gave Chachanji a curious look and reached out to help. "Be all the better to spend time together once your work is finished." Chachanji Gegenji nods, offering little Torene up to the warm embrace of her mother once more so he could set to work finishing his clean-up. "I'll try ta finish up quick, then," he stated with a smile, sliding off the bench. You smile at Chachanji Gegenji.

#Chachanji Gegenji #jancis milburga #Torene De'bayle

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halforc-mercenary · 6 years ago

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Send ϟ To get caught in a thunderstorm with my muse!

Mar was waken up by a hand on her shoulder.

From one moment to another the young woman sat up straight, one hand on the hilt of her sword that had lay beside her on the bench and the other hand around thé wrist of the hand that had touched her as hard and unmoveable as a iron vice. She had slept curled up like a cat on the bench beside the old tiled stove that dominated the kitchen and was the warmest place in the house. It was dark inside the kitchen beside the faint glow sneaking past the fireplace of the oven, but Mars eyes, keen eyes, orcish eyes, could see as good as in daylight and she saw one of the Maids of the demesne who looked at her with wide eyes.

“Light above, Girl!”, Veva, the name of the Maid, hissed and massaged her wrist when Mar let finally go of her. Mar sat up and in the same movement like in an instinct pulled her swordsheaths belt over her head to have the weapon by her side. The house was quiet beside the distant rumbling of a storm outside that hit against the roofs and walls like the fists of visitors that demanded to be let in and in this sounds Mars whisper almost was drowned: “What is it, Milady?”Veva narrowed her eyes to thin slits, in contrast to Mar she could not read Mars face s good in the darkness as Mar could read hers. She had not slept well, Mar noticed. The others eyes were heavy from bags and her hair sprouted messy and thin like snakes from under her bedcap: “Tjark says, there is someone by the gate. He does not want to stand there alone when talking to them.”A frown appeared between the Halforcs thick eyebrows, drawing a long line on her forehead the other could not see in the dim twilight the coals in the oven painted the kitchen in: “My Guardduty is in the morning. I am suppose to guard you people while out in the fields. What ahve I to do with who is standing outside?”Nonthless, Mar stood up from where she had slept and followed the other through the kitchen on the corridor to get outside on the yard. If she was waken up for this it must be important.

“Rain washes dirt into the house. Noone likes to sleep in a tent that is soaked in water.”, Veva huffed, she spit the words out like a curse.

“…excuse me?”, the Halforc flicked a ear like a confused deer. Standing in the doorframe Mar turned to the maid as a frown drew a long line between her thick, bushy eyebrows. Veva gifted Mar with a glare as if she was looking at a dirty rat as she explained: “There are Soldiers outside on the roads. Soldiers on their way to be brought to the battlefield. If they are outside in this night they would want to be let in. And we would be forced to let them in.”, the woman started to massage with one hand her wrist, it was a nervouse, tensed gesture, like Mar had noticed herself kneading the thick leather around ehr swordhilt when she was tensed. Of course, the Halforc finally understood. There were no wars lead in winter, that was a saying Mar had grown up with(Right beside `should have been drowned in the Vikken at birth’, hasty the young woman hid the thought at the farest corner of her head, closed it away like a dirty secret.) and while this could have been interpreted in many way it had also a very pragmatic interpetation: There were no wars lead in winter since in winter there was no crop growing on farmers fields that Soldiers could take from on the Kings command and a war was not won when the soldiers were nothing but starving skeletons. However, while this Kings command did what needed to be done to keep the Soldiers fed, it did nothing against the Soldiers who took more from the farmers than needed or who would disrespect the Guestright by staying longer than anyone wanted, emptied the farmers supplies and turned into a plague themself that were in contrast to the Horde or the roaming robbers, protected by the Kings command. It was one of the reasons why the Farmer had hired Guards like Mar was one. The other reason was to keep said Soldiers away from the fields they were stealing from like hungry rats. The frown on the Halforcs freckled face became only heavier, her eyes almost disappeared under her thick eyebrows.

“…the last time the Lady let Soldiers in we had to set the mainhouse on fire to get them out again before they had emptied our supplies. They would not wanted to leave like some fleas. Only the burning down of the mainhouse had finally made them move. And my sister and I had to hide the whole time in the cellar.”, Vevas one hand was holding her wrist by now so hard her hand leaved a red mark on her skin that the Halforc with her keen orcish eyes was able to see as easy as in Daylight. “We still came up again too early.”

A sudden understanding washed over Mar like a wave of icecold water. For a second the Halforc did not knew what to say and still did not knew what to say when she opned her mouth hestiatingly: “Lady Veva-”The maid turned around to Mar as if she had heard a insult, her hand had clenched around her own wrist as hard as a iron vice and in the darkness of the room her knuckles were as pale as bare bones: “-No! Keep your pity for yourself, Girl!”She pointed her pale hand to the door, growling: “Go out and do your work! If its not a soldier spying for a bigger group, let them in and give them a beer and a meal. If its Soldiers-”Mar only nodded and lay a small hand on the hilt of her sword. She would figure out a solution and if not, she would make enough time for the people to hide somewhere while the unwanted would stay. Veva narrowed her eyes with the pale lashes that looked in the dim light like icecrystals, then she turned back to the kitchen and the warmth of the old tiled stove. For a second Mar looked after her, watching her tthin frame swallowed by the darkness in the kitchen like by a eager mouth, then she opne dteh door and stepped outside.

The wooden door was ripped out of her hands brutally. What had been held back by the stonewalls and thick thatched roof was now there with all their might, the storm howled wildly. Rain hit into her face and Mar stumbled outside, grabbing the door again and leaned against it with all her weight to close it. The demesne was old and consisted of three long buildings framing a paved stoneyard: The mainhouse with the kitchen, the sleepingchambers for the farmers, maids and servants and the Lady, and one stable on one side of the yard right opposite of a storehouse that also harboured a small room that was suppose to be a chapel for the twenthy people living on this demesne. The three buildings framed the yard like walls and the fourth side was protected by a stonewall with a gate big enough to let in carts full of corn and hay from the late summerharvest. Now however the buildings had drowned in a thick layer of rain and the darkness of midnight and the only reason Mar found her way to the small dry spot beneath the wall before the gate was because it was only a straight line form the mainhosue to the gate. She only needed a time of about five minutes, but the halforc was drenched to the bone until she finally reached the gate, the coldness had found its way past her layers of cloth like curious hands. In the wide doorframe that was only a tiny dry haven in the storm sat a older man beside a small oillamp, wrapped in a thick coat that made him look bigger than he was and he did not seemed to be at all willing to stand up and give a inch away from himself to the raging storm. “He’s still standing outside. I said I am not alone and that one of the guards would take a look at him.”, Tjark, the small man in the coat, murmurred quietly to not be heard on the other side of the big wooden gate. One of the guards, the young woman noticed: The only guard on this demesne you mean.But why not keep the illusion a little longer working as long as they were not sure of the one on the other side of the gate was alone or not. So the young woman got on her tiptoes to open the small wooden window sat into the gate and opned it to look at the poor soaked sap on the other side of the Gate. “Greetings,” Mar grunted at the other, her voice was loud but sounded quiet in the wild howling storm, as if swallowed like by a mouth full of teeth that was the storm:

“Who by the Light are you and what are you doing here?”

As if it wasn´t obvious what he wanted, but Mar would not offer a stranger that kind of friendliness yet.

[ @ranekvilmas ]

#this started as a normal thing but turned into absolute angst #I ams orry I ahd just finished a book which story plays in the 30-year-war and it kind of incluenced the whole thing O_O #ranekvilmas #one can make a plotout of this >:D

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frejahertziswritingthistime · 7 years ago

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I really want to congratulate you on your 600 followers! It's a huge milestone. I also want to tell you you have a beautiful writing style but you should also take some time for yourself and not to over work yourself. I was also wondering if I could have a ship? I have medium-length brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin with heaps of freckles, I love to read, watch movies and play video games, I'm a tomboy and can come off as cold but I really care about people. I'm also a girl who is heterosexual.

I ship you with...

Ezekiel!

You two... Holy moly. It would be a passionate, loving and weird relationship, but you wouldn’t ahve it any other way.

Ezekiel would be blown away with your beauty, the first time he saw you. You would instantly draw him to you, and he was not planning on letting go; ever. He seemed so cold towards everyone else (as did you), but he is in reality a huge teddy bear. He would get lights in his eyes and ask you to teach him how to play videogames, and he’d enjoy trying to sacrifice himself for you in the game, which would drive you mad (Zeke, seriously, you don’t need to throw your body ON the grenade, JUST THROW IT BACK OH MY GOD) and he would always have a hand on you whenever you were reading.

He would always read the same books as you, so he could talk to you in depth about them and he’d (despite his limited knowledge and understanding of it) listen to your music, so he could talk to you about the cresendo in it (Zeke, it’s lady Gaga, not Handel).

He would love you for what you were and everything about you made him smile - and he would give his own life to save yours, and he’d do it time and time again. Zeke isn’t big on PDA, but he was all over you, when you were alone. He would be afraid of someone finding out, how much you mean to him, and then use it against him, so he would save all the kisses, hugs and cuddles for when you were alone. You would feel protected and you knew, even when he wasn’t around, that you have a guardian angel, who’d be willing to kill for you.

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everykindofnerd13 · 5 years ago

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Dancing in the Rain

(Aged up to 17 and 18 rather than 12 and 13)

Eddie tried his very hardest to hold back tears as he stared out the window at the seemingly never-ending rain. He flinched everytime the sky illuminated with lightning. He'd begun to except that Richie probably wouldn't be there that night, he stared at his phone, and waited to get the text message or the call, explaining he couldn't make it.

Suddenly, there was a strange rythym of knocks on the window, and Eddie immediately knew who he was, he grabbed the towel off the back of his chair and rushed over, throwing the window open and helping the person there inside. Richie stumbled in, dropping wet, his normally curly hair now matted down to his head by the rain. Eddie threw the towel around his shoulders and began rubbing his shoulders to create some heat from the friction.

"You know," he started as he walked toward the closet, "you could have cancelled," he pulled out an old shoe box and handed it to Richie then turned around, "It's freezing out there." He finished as he waited for Richie to change into the clothes that had been in the box. Richie had brought them over a while ago, in case something like this happened.

"No way Eds, I wouldn't miss this for the world." He stated, and Eddie felt a pair of now completely dry arms wrap around his middle. He smiled, placing his hands on Richie's forearms, and leaning his head back to rest on his shoulder. Richie leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Eddie's temple then pulled away, walking toward the window. He crouched down and grabbed a rather large object off the floor, that Eddie only realised then was sitting there. It was a duffel bag. He raised an eyebrow at Richie when he sat down in the middle of the room and started to open the bag. Eddie stepped forward and sat down on Richie's right, watching as he pulled an array of objects out of the bag.

"What've you got?" Eddie asks, resting his head on Richie's shoulder. He pulls out a laptop, some headphones, a double port for the headphones and a lot of food. There was nutella, strawberries, sandwiches, babybel cheese, some yogurt, and some lemonade. Eddie's eyes flashed with glee at the sight of the strawberries and Nutella, he reached forward and grabbed a strawberry, dipped in the Nutella and popped it into his mouth. He looked up slightly, and closed his eyes at the wonderful taste of fruit and chocolate. Richie chuckled beside him.

"Man, if you reacted to my-"

"Beep Beep, honey." Eddie cut him off, his mouth still full of chocolate and strawberry. Richie fake pouted for a second but then turned to smile at Eddie. Eddie finished his food and swallowed before turning to give Richie a quick peck on the cheek. Instead, he was met by Richie's slightly chapped, warm lips on his.

Instead of pulling away in shock, Eddie just moved into it, leaning forward to deepen the kiss. He shuffled closer and closer, placing his arms around Richie's neck and Richie's hands attached to his waist. By the time they were forced to break apart for air, Eddie was seated comfortably on Richie's lap.

"Well hello there~" Richie sang, sliding his hands up Eddie's sides and back down to his waist. Eddie blushed and slapped his neck, but leaned in to place his head on Richie's shoulder anyway. Richie chuckled, leaned backward, pulling Eddie with some so they were laying on the ground, Eddie on top of him.

"Mmmm, Richie, I love this." Eddie confessed, closing his eyes and relaxing in Richie's arms. Richie chuckled, but laid there, listening to Eddie's breathing even out as he went to sleep.

Eventually, Richie had to wake him, his legs had begun falling asleep under Eddie's weight, but he did slowly, in hushed whispers.

"Eddie?" He whispered, slightly shaking him.

"Eds?" He tried once more

"Babe?" He tried, Eddie slightly stirred but he stayed asleep.

"Love, it's time to get up." Richie explained, moving his hand off Eddie's side and to the floor, to help lift himself off the floor. Eddie whimpered, his brown eyes slowly fluttering open, causing Richie to swallow as not to completely attack the beautiful boy in kisses right there. Eddie looked at him lazily, his eyelashes semi covering his eyes, and his freckles seeming even more prominent. Richie swallowed again, then continued his quest.

"Baby, you've gotta wake up, we've gotta eat food and watch a movie, then I've a got a surprise at the end." Richie explained, moving his hands to either side of Richie's face, and wiping at his cheeks in an attempt to wake him, then he reached around his boyfriend and grabbed a strawberry, dipped it in Nutella and held it up to Eddie's mouth, who gladly excepted the sweet treat. He stared at Richie as he ate, then slowly slid off Richie's lap.

"Lemme grab some blankets and pillows." He mumbled then walked toward the bed, and Richie suddenly recognized the sweatshirt he was wearing with his black joggers.

"Hey Ed's?"

"Hm?" Eddie responded.

"Is that my sweatshirt?" He inquired, a smirk beginning to form on his face. Eddie froze, still slightly leaned over his bed to gather the blanket into his arms. Richie giggles at his response.

"W-well..." Eddie began, turning around and gripping at the end of the shirt, "Well, yes, but it's only cuz you left it here last time and I didn't think you would make it so I just thought I'd put it on!" Eddie rambled, trying to explain himself. Richie held up his hand and shook his head.

"No no it's fine, I was just wondering," Eddie turned back around and grabbed the blanket and pillows, and when he turned around, Richie continued, "Plus, you look cute in my clothes." Eddie's face lit up and he pulled the blankets up to cover his face, but he walked over and dropped the objects anyhow, then dropped down on top of them and buried his head in Richie's chest, completely embarrassed by how blunt his boyfriend can be.

"What? I'm not wrong." Richie says, then stands up, bringing Eddie with him. They lay out the blanket then put the pillows all down in a pile towards the back. Richie sits down in the center and holds out his arms to Eddie, who easily obliges and starts to walk over the duffel bag now carrying the food. He goes to sit down on Richie's right but instead he is pulled by the waist to sit in Richie's lap. He blushed, but doesn't object, instead opening the duffel bag and pulling out the Nutella and strawberries. He places them both to his side and grabs the edge of the blanket, pulling it to sit on he and Richie's laps, then grabbed the laptop as well, turning it on and opening Netflix.

"What do you wanna watch?" He asked as he reached for the nutella and strawberries. Richie reached his arms around him, placing a hand on Eddie's stomach and the other on the tracking pad. He scrolled through the continue watching list, eventually landing on their favorite show, Stranger Things. He clicked on it and opened this mouth when Eddie offered him a chocolate strawberry. Eddie leaned back, placing his head on Richie's shoulder and watching the laptop, occasionally offering Richie on of the strawberries that he'd been devouring.

"Alright Eddie Spaghetti, we've watched three episodes now and we've eaten all the food, I think it's time for my surprise." He suggested, turning off the show and closing the laptop. Eddie pouted for only a moment before he threw the blanket off his legs and stood, helping Richie up after. He waited for Richie to reach into his pocket or something, but instead he sauntered over to the closet and threw it open, pulling out two raincoats, one of which belonged to Eddie, and the other, himself. Eddie's brow furrowed in confusion at the confusion, and he cocked his head to the side as Richie handed him his red raincoat, and began putting his blue one on. Eddie decided not to question it too much and put his on as well, sticking his hands in the pockets. Richie smirked at him the dragged him over to the window, and threw the window open to the no longer storming, but still raining sky. Eddie's eyes widened and he began shaking his head dramatically.

"No no no no, Richie, Honey, we can't go outside in this weather, we'll get sick!" He exclaimed. Then, almost immediately, he regretted ever letting Richie hand him the coat, because Richie turned on his with those big brown doe eyes, and looked a little sad.

"But Love, I just wanted to have some fun, dance in the rain, you know? Like in the movies? Please Dearest?" He pulled out the adorable pet names, and Eddie wanted to be angry, but when he looked so sad, and sounded so sincere, how could he resist. He sighed, shaking his head, and took Richie's hand.

"Fine." Richie let go of his hand and put up his hood, then leapt out the window. Eddie hesitantly approached the space Richie had just left and peered outside, to find Richie standing right below the window, holding his arms out to catch Eddie when he jumped. Eddie whispered a prayer then put his legs out the window, closed his eyes, and jumped, landing right in Richie's arms. He was placed on the ground, and felt hands rest lightly on his waist.

Richie leaned forward, placing his forehead on Eddie's and pulling out to objects, which Eddie realised was a Bluetooth speaker and his phone. Richie connected the two devices then clicked on his Spotify, turning on their favorite collection of old songs, and of course the first to come one was "their song" the one Richie played everytime they were with eachother even before they were together.

Richie puts his hands back on Eddie's waist and begin to sway to the music.

"Eddie my love~ I love you so~" Eddie wraps his arms around Richie's neck and closes his eyes. They just sway to the music, enjoying the soft playing in the background. When the song ends, the next one to come on happens to be Richie's favorite song to sign to Eddie, and when it came on he did. Softly, so quietly, on Eddie could ahve heard, and that's just fine, because it was only for him anyhow.

"Fly me to the moon~ Let me play among the stars~" He sang, and Eddie opened his eyes just to watch Richie's lips curl into a smile. Eddie sighed in joy, the overwhelming feeling of love took over his thoughts. He stared into Richie's eyes like he was the only thing left, or maybe everything? The sun, the moon, the stars, the sky, the ground, the earth, everything. Like Richie was everything. And Richie stared right back with the same look in his eyes.

When the song ended, Eddie pushed closer to Richie, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, then pulled away and smiled at him. Richie's features softened even more, and his eyes were back to doe-mode, though this time it wasn't on purpose. Richie smiled softly at Eddie and moved him closer by entwining his own fingers behind Eddie's back. Eddie laid his head on Eddie's chest, just as the cold of the air started to soak in. He shivered against him, and Richie pulled him impossibly closer. After a few more songs and played through, Eddie began to shiver a little too violently and Richie quickly helped him back inside his house.

"Well love, I think it's time I was on my way it's already 4 am." Richie says as he strips himself of the rain coat and proceeds to change into the now dry clothes from earlier. Eddie frowns but nods and walks towards him.

"I love you Richie." Eddie explains, placing a gentle kiss on Richie's lips. Richie smiled.

"I love you too Eds."

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princessorlagh · 7 years ago

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But literally imagine this happening

-you're both excited on that Friday morning before school cause you remembered that you've got your usual movie night that night

-so later that night when your both on the couch scrolling through netflex cause you've already watched the movies you've got on DVD

-and you were scrolling through your phone and you see that they've uploaded a new one and pete being the nosey lil shit he is he peeked at your phone when he heard you gasp with excitement

-"what's got you excited?""they just uploaded a new video of unsolved but it can wait till I get home"

-he realises that you've talked and mentioned these so called videos for quite abit now so he's all like "let's watch it"

-AND HE GETS SO PROUD OF HIMSELF WHEN HE SEES YOU SMILE SO BRIGHT AND HE SWEARS YOU HOLD THE MOON AND STARS IN PLACE

-"NoO I wouldn't wanna ruin our movie night pete""no no no it's okay we've watched every movie that's on Netflix and I've made you watch Star Wars plenty of times""But peterrrr I like Star Wars what if you don't like it""then I guess we'll have to watch Han Solo die again for the third time this week"

-so you connected your phone to the tbb and put in the first episode cause you wanted him to know how cool Shane and Ryan are

-so he starts to realise we're most of your references are from "WAIT IS THAT WHY YOU ALWAYS SAYS WHEESES?!?""YES PETE NOW SHHHSSH I WANNA SEE WHO THE SUSPECTS ARE"

-he's just amazed on how interested/fascinated you are with this sort of thing like he's only seen you get this excited or interested in something when he asks you about how your new book was or when he talks about how he passed his tests (even tho he passed them almost every time)

-so skip like one hour into your binge and you start to get distracted cause you've already seen this episode atleast 568 times so you start to stare at the beautiful being beside you

-from his small freckles painted on his face to his soft curls on his head

-AND YOU WERE HIGH-KEY STARTING TO REALSIE HOW MUCH YOU LOVE THIS BOY

LIKE YOU START TO THINK ABOUT HOW HE IS ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU WHEN THINGS ARE BAD AT HOME OR WHEN HE LETS YOU PLAY WITH HIS HAIR WHEN YOU GET ANXIOUS

-and he says he doesn't like it when people play with his hair but he fucking loves it cause he loves your attention the lik bean and omg this boy deserves all the love in the world and he thinks the same for you cause your the most beautiful human alive cause your so kind and you always make sure he's alright after missions and you always ask about his day and omg can I ahve my own peter already

Would love to just sit and binge watch buzzfeed unsolved with Pete Parker tbh

#AHHHH OMG FIRST HEADCON #peter parker #peter parker x reader #spider man homecoming #spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland #marvel #avengers

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