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Dangerous Love - uso pessoal

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📆 23/12/23 | ✎ @mnini (psd)

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the customer’s always right just gave me life, they're just so sweet AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE CUSTOMER'S ALWAYS RIGHT | heart-shaped

summary: you think you might be falling in love with eddie. eddie thinks he might be falling for you. a series of stashed away insecurities threaten to get in the way. pairing: virgin!eddie munson / f!reader word count: 10k holy moly warnings: talks of drugs, shitty boyfriends, and being a whore <3 also reader gets fingered <3 a lil bit of angst, smut 18+ mdni a/n: ah shit here we go again!! thanks for waiting so patiently for me to get over my writer's block and finally post! reading all the feedback for this series has been so nice, all of you guys are so so sweet <333 anyway, pls enjoy this installment and if you don't.. maybe don't tell me :^) happy reading ily!

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Truth be told, working the lunch rush at Enzo’s wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

It meant you got to miss out on serving all the wine snobs at dinner who send back devoured dishes like it’s their job — insistent on a refund because their food was “unsatisfactory” just to get twice the meal with half the tip.

The rich country club goers you waited on were far more docile in comparison. They arrive dressed in pastel-collared shirts and pretty athletic dresses after finishing up their tennis practices or games of golf.

They sit and talk for hours, dine on the most expensive shrimp and wine, just to leave a tip so ginormous that you have to thank them before they go. It’s a flaunt of wealth more than anything. It might’ve felt the least bit demeaning if it wasn’t going directly into your pockets.

And it would be way too lame of you to say that getting to see Eddie Munson after your shift was the only thing getting you through it at all. That sort of puppy love belonged to high schoolers who don't know any better, you know that… But screw it— knowing you were going to meet him after was the only thing getting you through this mind-numbing, foot-aching, brain-cell-losing, eight-hour shift.

The days, of which there had been four (but, then again, who’s counting?), had been excruciating without him.

You couldn’t even sleep the first night you left his trailer. You felt him everywhere — your mouth, your chest, and between your legs — still buzzing with his touch even halfway across Hawkins.

It had you swearing up and down that the Dungeon Master had some actual powers you didn’t know about. That he’d cast some sort of love spell on you after getting you to come on his thigh.

You quickly learned that Eddie Munson was the kind of boy that girls lose sleep over; the kind of boy that reduces you to your basic schoolgirl tendencies as you grin into your pillow and kick your feet in the air.

It was embarrassing, the effect he had on you.

And you so desperately wanted to blame it on whatever witchcraft the town thought the leader of Hellfire possessed. It was easier than facing the fact that you were head over heels for a stupid boy. 

You didn’t even have time to face it, really, because you were already too busy falling for him. He had you tripping all over yourself and face-planting into the petals of a thousand roses — it was pathetic.

You’d catch yourself smiling whenever you thought of him, grinning like an idiot while you rang up customers at the register — more ecstatic at the idea of Eddie than the hundred-dollar tip they’d left you. It made you giddy to think about seeing him again, enough that it distracted you from the fact that you hadn’t sat down since your shift started.

Eddie had you full of sunshine and rainbows and mirth, like something out of a damn GAP commercial. It was a particular sort of happiness you thought abandoned you a long, long time ago.

Apparently, you were wrong.

You think of Eddie, and a foreign feeling of anticipation swirls in the pit of your stomach. It almost makes you sick with childlike excitement. You didn’t know another person was capable of making someone this happy. It’s unfamiliar and daunting and euphoric and really fucking scary. 

It’s an otherworldly feeling that feels like it’s only happening to you. A secret you want to keep to yourself and shout from the rooftops at the same time. People bustle around you, keep on living their mundane lives, and spare not a glance to their lovesick waitress.

No one knows I’m falling in love right now, you find yourself thinking.

But that isn’t exactly true. Jim Hopper knows because that asshole knows everything, and notices almost immediately how strange you’re acting.

The chief of police was always a comforting sight amidst a sea of strangers, most of whom made more in a week than you could ever hope to make in a year. He's a breath of fresh air, as it were, which is strange considering the two of you spent the entirety of your high school career playing cat and mouse.

He’d catch you smoking, threaten to turn you in, and you’d beg him not to — pull out all the stops, the puppy dog eyes, the innocent schoolgirl charm, the whole damn nine to make him melt.

He’d take pity on you and let you off with a warning, as long as you promised never to do it again. And you’d lie to him, tell him it was a one-time thing, and he’d catch you a week or so later — getting high at the quarry or with your hand shoved down the pants of a man too old for you at Lover’s Lake.

And the cycle would keep on repeating for the next four agonizing years until you graduated.

Strangely, somewhere along the line, the two of you became pretty good friends.

Everyone once in a while, he’ll stop by Enzo’s during his breaks to keep you company. He never actually orders food, though, just binges on the endless free breadsticks until the buttons of his uniform threaten to pop. He'll bathe in yellow candlelight and chi-antee for an hour or more and then leave you a too big tip you always have to fight about when he goes.

Your pour the crimson colored wine he’d ordered into his rounded glass, flashing him the label before describing the vintage to him, per your boss’s demand. 

It feels foreign to be so formal in front of Hopper — because, after catching you with a mouthful of Tommy Hagan in a car back in '83, nothing makes either of you uncomfortable anymore. But sometimes it feels like your asshole manager is lurking over your shoulder every damn second of the day.

And having a job is more important than your pride, you figure.

“This is a medium-bodied, acidic tart, ruby red wine. The earthy aroma pairs nicely with the cherry and strawberry notes…” and blah, blah, blah. You’ve repeated the same couple of lines so often you’ve started to say them in your sleep.

“Well, shit, teacup. If you put that much effort into school, you coulda been valedictorian,” Jim quips with a signature dad smirk that’s half-hidden beneath his bushy mustache.

It’s not the first time he’s made that dumb joke, and it won’t be the last.

You roll your eyes more at the nickname than the backhanded compliment, because it isn’t your fault the sasquatch is six-foot-four.

“How much is this one gonna cost me?” he asks you and leans in his plush seat to reach for the wallet in his back pocket.

“Don’t worry about it, lurch. It’s on the house.”

A mischievous glint twinkles in Jim’s eye as he squints up at you. He tucks the leather back into his khakis. “Sure Enzo won’t mind?” he asks you because he hasn’t yet bothered to acknowledge that your boss wasn’t actually named Enzo. 

“Yeah, he’ll be pissed,” you confirm with a shrug. “I just don’t care.”

“Well, you’re in an unrealistically good mood after the lunch rush,” he sing-songs.

You don’t miss the suspicious lilt in his voice. Your smile is equally sarcastic and sickly sweet as you tell him: “It’s ‘cause my favorite customer is here—”

“Yeah, I don’t buy that,” he interjects with a curt shake of his head. He sits up straighter and leans his elbows on the white linen cloth of the table like he means business. “Who’s the boy?”

“What— I don’t— What are you— boy?” you sputter with a half-hearted laugh. Your stammering isn’t the least bit convincing.

“It’s a boy, right?” he monotones. “You only get all giddy and gross like this when there’s a boy.”

You hate that he knows you so well. It might’ve been sweet if it wasn’t totally infuriating.

To be fair, you did tend to wear your heart on your sleeve, even when you didn’t want to. When you were falling in love, it poured out of you like sunshine and blinded anyone who dared to look too closely.

Golden rays shoot from your fingertips, shine in the irises of your eyes, and flash from your smile — like the one tugging at the edges of your lips now.

It leaves no room to deny what he already knows: that you’re a stupid girl with a stupid crush on a stupid boy because she hasn’t learned from her stupid mistakes.

“Fine,” you concede with your sheepish gaze flitted to the ceiling. “It’s— It’s dumb. It’s a silly crush, it doesn’t mean anything.”

Hopper nods, like he’s giving you some kind of blessing. “Good for you. It’s about time you moved on from that asshole— what was his name again? Harrington?”

It makes you roll your eyes. You can’t tell if he’s actually confused or if he’s making fun of you. It would be all too like a middle-aged man to make a misogynistic joke about a girl who’s had more partners than years she’s been alive.

“Hargrove,” you correct in a monotone. Your tone is as bitter as thinking about him makes you feel.

“Him, too,” he quips.

There it is.

“It’s not even like that, okay? It’s not like anything,” you try and deflect like you aren’t beaming and trying horribly to hide it. “He… He probably doesn’t even like me like that.”

“Well, it’s about time you got over that boy, is all I’m saying. You deserve a good guy. A boy treats you right, who has actual aspirations in life, and keeps his nose clean—” he rambles as he brings the wine to his mouth to take a drink. He stops himself to ask: “What's his name again?”

You fidget ahead of him, shifting your weight on your feet awkwardly because good guy who stays out of trouble and has actual aspirations in life isn’t how most people would describe the Munson boy. Jim least of all.

He’s got a similar relationship with Eddie to the one he had with you, though there was little room for friendship between the two. It’s just an outlaw making a living on drugs and a chief trying to catch him dealing it.

“Eddie,” you answer and then clear your throat. “Uh, Eddie Munson…”

The life leaves Jim’s eyes.

There’s no amount of wine in Enzo’s cellar that could’ve prepared him for that — or you, for the twenty-minute lecture that followed.

“I have no words,” he’d scolded you like a disappointed parent but proceeded to rant for nearly half an hour after the fact, in true fatherly fashion.

Hopper knows when you’re falling in love. It’s all sunshine and rainbows and blue skies. It’s all so sweet he could gag. But there’s always another side of that coin — a dark, colder, meaner one. 

Because sometimes boys are cruel, sometimes you really are in over your head, and sometimes relationships don’t work out. And when things go bad, they go rotten, and he has to deal with the storm cloud you become after the fact.

Taking care of you becomes his part-time job, and his check-ins become endless as he makes sure you don’t fall back into your old ways — using and getting used.

And truth be told, you don’t have the best track record with men, and Hopper tries to tell you all this, but it doesn’t get through.

Because you have a good feeling about this. About Eddie.

Fuck all the rest.

Today marks your thirteenth meeting with Eddie.

For such an unlucky number, it’s got you squirming from all the butterflies fluttering in your belly with an excitement more innocent than you’re used to. Like standing in the queue for a rollercoaster in a childlike mixture of apprehension and animation, somehow both frightened and enraptured for what’s to come.

And you’re absolutely bouncing with it. Smiling to yourself in the car with the radio turned all the way up and the windows all the way down, thrumming your fingers on the steering wheel as you belt the lyrics to “Super Trouper” with a beam that could make the sunshine cower. 

It’s all completely and utterly perfect until you become suddenly aware of how unearthly happy you are.

Then it hits you like a ton of bricks and you shrink into yourself because… maybe you shouldn’t feel this way. The last time you saw Eddie, he came in his jeans and you got off on his thigh — there was never any room for daydreaming and pining and puppy love-ing, not when you so quickly gave yourself away.

The thought of Eddie not nearly being as happy to see you is what hurts the most. How he had you once and now you’re back to just being the customer he sees once a week.

What if he doesn’t give you weed for free anymore? Fuck that — what if you’re not his favorite? 

And maybe it’s just you, maybe you’re the problem. Maybe you should be passed the point of giddy excitement, maybe it’s uncool, maybe you’re wearing your heart on your sleeve and it’s leaving the door open for too much hurt. Maybe Hopper was right.

But you’re happy, at least for right now, and you don’t get the chance to be too often.

Most days, you’re just an accessory — a pretty pebble someone finds on the ground and spends a couple of seconds ogling at before leaving and never thinking about again.

You deserve the chance to be held, don’t you? You should get to be praised and coddled and worshipped like the pretty girls do.

And Eddie makes you feel held. 

So you’ll stick around until he gets bored of you, until you stop being so fun for him. You’ll take the moments of happiness as they’re spoon-fed to you and taste them, really taste them, until you’re starving again. You’ll stay full of this pure puppy love you have for Eddie until it’s time for you to go. 

Because, for now, you’re happy. And isn’t that what matters most?

You don’t know it, but Eddie’s caught in a similar dilemma.

He waits for you at the bench you meet him at every week, like you’ve done for months now, but he’s filled with an unfamiliar gaiety as he anticipates your arrival.

He’s so goddamn excited to see you that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. It borders on a slight uneasiness that makes him sick to his stomach.

Eddie never gets nervous around customers. Not once, not ever.

He’s dealt to weirdos who live on the wrong side of the track, preppy douchebags that shove him into lockers at school, and pretty cheerleaders who pretend he doesn’t exist outside of dealing.

He’s seen it all, really. But you’re the one that’s got him bouncing his knee something fierce beneath the table and tapping his fingers against the rotted top of it while his heart races a million miles a minute.

He’s frightened of being too overeager. He’s scared that you’ll come here, all cool and collected about all of it, and he’ll be the freak show acting like a pretty girl’s never given him an ounce of attention before. They haven’t, but he’d rather not project that sort of disposition. Not to you, at least.

He guesses, more than anything, he’s just afraid of scaring you away.

So Eddie tries to keep the smile on his face hidden — not knowing that it’s your favorite part about him. He tries to be as stoic as possible. He wants to be this cool and mysterious and sexy guy he thinks you want, having no idea that you’d already fallen in love with him before he even realized he needed to be those things for you. 

He’s just about able to wash away his grin when he sees you emerge from the woods and into the small clearing where the lone picnic table lives. 

The pinky plaid skirt you wear rustles against your legs with the breeze, the pleated edges brushing against the skin of your thighs. You pair it with a white piece of Beatles merch that clings to your torso — and fuck he hates the Beatles, but you’re the prettiest thing his cynical eyes have ever seen.

He’s beaming at you before he even realizes it. And by the time he does, he doesn’t feel like the idiot he thought he would.

You’re both sporting matching grins, trying to hide them and failing miserably. His is pursed softly to the side and yours is pulled between your teeth.

You look like the rays of sunlight filtering through the trees, Eddie thinks to himself. 

His eyes must be the golden of them, you conclude.

When you settle on the bench in front of him, you tuck your skirt neatly beneath you and focus on smoothing out than fabric rather than meet the boy’s gaze. You sport a meek smile and a pair of fidgeting hands that ache to touch him.

“Hi,” you greet sheepishly.

He sees your face scrunch in embarrassment at how shy you sound, and the way you almost reach out for his hand but stop yourself just as quickly. He wishes you wouldn’t. He wishes you knew how perfect you were, even when you weren’t totally graceful.

“Hi,” he repeats with a mocking, but no less loving grin, tilting his head towards his shoulder. “How’s it going?”

“Oh, you know… overworked and underpaid,” you shrug. “Just the usual.”

You’re grateful for the small talk. It leaves little room for the awkwardness swimming in your belly. He doesn’t immediately mention what happened the last time you saw him, like people often do when they want to do it all over again. But he isn’t in a hurry to give you your weed so you’ll leave him alone either. That's what people usually do when they want nothing to do with you anymore.

It’s almost like it never happened. 

Or rather, like it did, and he isn’t treating it like a spectacle.

It’s refreshing.

“Boss giving you a hard time?”

“Oh, always. I’m pretty sure that’s what he gets paid to do, actually.”

“Right,” he breathes out a laugh.

Silence hangs in the air for a moment, just a blink of a second, but it’s noticeable. The sudden quiet floats on the cool breeze that ruffles Eddie’s wild hair and sends a shiver down your spine. 

In a split-second decision, you decide not to deprive yourself of the urge to touch him. Partly to distract from the stillness, but mostly because the ache had reached a fever pitch.

You’re so enthralled by his hands resting upon the old wood — the veins that decorate the back of them like the roots of a tree, the way his fingers thrum to a beat only he can hear, and the rings that wrap around them.

“Is this new?” you wonder aloud. You take his wrist in one hand and trace the glinting silver on his pointer finger with the other. It’s the bony fingers of a skeleton curved to form a heart. He’s taped the sides to make it fit better. It didn’t belong to him before now. 

Eddie watches, pleasantly surprised, as you dote on him. 

Your eyes glitter golden beneath an early setting sun. They dance with amusement as your fingertip traces his heart-shaped ring. He smiles to himself and wonders how often you’re looking at his hands to notice he’s got a new ring on.

“Oh, yeah,” he shrugs. He plays it cool, like his heart isn’t thrumming like a hummingbird in his chest at your touch. “Got it a couple days ago at the thrift store outside of town. It was a whole seventy-five cents.”

“I like it. It’s cute.”

“Cute?” he repeats with a scrunched nose and blushing face.

It makes you giggle. “Yeah. You can be cute and badass at the same time, you know?”

“I didn’t know those were mutually exclusive.”

“They weren’t. Not until you came into the world, Eddie Munson.”

He feels cold when you drag your hand away. The kind, almost teasing grin you flash his way warms him all over again. He’s still trying to get used to being so loved on.

You can see the way he gets lost in you for a moment. His cinnamon-tinted gaze, made golden in the sunlight, glazes over as his head gets stranded in the clouds.

The only reason you notice it is because it happens to you. Eddie makes it so terribly easy to float in the deep galaxy of his eyes. Your heart swells to know that it’s happening to him now. Happening to him because he’s looking at you.

You didn’t know you were the kind of girl people could get lost in.

Eddie clears his throat and shakes his head, mostly to himself, but enough to jostle the soft curls that frame his face and sit above his eyes.

“Well, I’m honored, sweetheart,” he grins his signature grin, the bright and cocky one, though he’s too shy to make it reach his eyes now. He busies himself and his restless fingers by rifling through the product sitting in the tin box at his side — baggies full of green nuggets and white powdery pills. 

“So, uh, what’s on the menu this week? The usual?”

“I’ve still got my stash from last week,” you confess. “Haven’t really had the time to smoke it yet.”

His eyes flit up to yours again. “…Yeah?” is all he can think to say to you because internally he’s buzzing — you didn’t even need weed, he thinks to himself, you just wanted to see him.

You only shrug. “I’ve just been, like, crazy busy this week.”

Eddie nods understandingly, but can’t help but to joke: “Is that why you haven’t called?”

Because, fuck, if the past couple of days without talking to you haven’t been complete and total agony. He knows it’s a little too brash and brave of him to wonder why you went AWOL when he hasn’t exactly made an effort to seek you out either. 

Not for lack of wanting to, though. He’d like to put that on record.

“Well, I didn’t call because I don’t have your number,” you retort with a smile that toes the line between cunning and timidity. “So, you can’t really blame me for that.”

He huffs dramatically. “Guess not.”

“It’s probably for the best. If I could call you, I’d never leave you alone.”

“Bold of you to assume I’d want you to,” he dismisses your negative talk with ease.

You warm with his words and duck your gaze on instinct. You keep your eyes on your hands while you fidget with your fingers, wishing that they were his instead. “Just don’t want to bother you or whatever, you know?”

“You could never bother me.”

“Promise?” you ask him. Your smile is playful, but your words are sincere.

Eddie’s is much of the same. “Cross my heart.”

“How about this — I give you my number and you just call whenever you’re free,” you offer, more confident at the boy’s admission and glowing with it. “‘Cause, you know, Wayne probably wouldn’t appreciate me clogging up the phone line very much.”

“He wouldn’t notice… Or care,” he tells you and pulls out an old pen from his tin box. His sparkling deep brown eyes stay locked on you as you rise from your side of the bench and round the table to sit next to him.

You’re obviously not as nervous as he’d been at the trailer all those nights ago, when he had to practically be beckoned over to realize you wanted him beside you.

You sit opposite him, with your knees pointed away from the bench. You get to be closer to him this way. Your thigh presses against his as you twist towards him, your chest mere inches from his arm, your mouth even closer.

You write a series of numbers on his forearm that Eddie can’t make out because he’s too busy looking at you. He admires the frown between your brows as you struggle to get the ink to write and the way your lips purse to the side in concentration.

“Wayne would actually be pretty stoked I was talking to a girl—” he jokes with a laugh though he’s quick to cut himself off like he’d said something he wasn’t supposed to.

His admission was supposed to be funny, something the rest of Hellfire would’ve laughed at because they know him. But you don’t, and he doesn’t really want you to. You’ve already got this idea of him in your head. He lives in agony that he won’t be able to live up to it.

He’ll just have to fake it, he concludes. Fake it until he doesn’t recognize himself anymore.

Fortunately enough for him, you don’t read into his words too much.

“He wants you to settle down, huh?” you joke back, half-distracted as you doodle a heart onto his skin.

“Wants me to move out, more like.”

“I’m sure he’d appreciate the bed.”

Eddie scoffs. “Yeah, right. That old geezer’s practically in love with his Laz-E-Boy.”

He watches with glimmering eyes as you laugh. Then he’s smiling because you’re smiling. He isn’t sure how else he’s supposed to look at you. How could anyone possibly look at you and not hold so much love in their eyes?

You haven’t yet let go of his arm, he notices, as you cradle his wrist in your grasp and swipe your thumb over the blotchy blue veins there. Your gaze is pointed down to where you hold him. There’s a distant grin on your face as you admire such a minute piece of him.

He wants so badly to kiss you.

He could. All he’d have to do, really, is move his head a couple inches and he’d brush the apple of your cheek. The skin would warm against his lips until he ducked down to kiss you for real. 

And he feels just bold enough to ask you, but not quite enough to say the words out loud. Instead, they sit impatiently on the edge of his tongue while he waits for the right moment to say them. The wind blows, and it passes.

“It wouldn’t be totally crazy if I kissed you right now, would it?” you ask him first, looking at him through your lashes like you’re scared he might reject you.

He glows pink, momentarily stunned that you beat him to the punch, then worried that you might’ve read his mind. He plays it cool with a shrug and a shake of his head. “No… Not unless it’s totally crazy how bad I want you to kiss me right now.”

You don’t waste any time. You gravitate towards him like you were made to do it and he meets you easily halfway.

When your lips lock, it feels like a routine. Kissing you is like a cup of coffee and the morning paper and a rocking chair on a front porch — something he could do forever and ever and not get bored of.

You kiss him so soft, more gentle than anyone’s ever been with him, but your tongue swipes into his open mouth, and it’s dirty. 

Eddie still isn’t sure how a person could touch him the way you do. You’re all sweet, like you’re frightened you might break him, but you aren’t scared to kiss him like he’s yours.

As good as it feels to have him against you this way, the position you’re in isn’t any less awkward. Your upper-half is still twisted to face him and he has to lean slightly over to touch you completely.

He explores the cavern of your mouth with a more confident tongue than you remember him having while ten ringed fingers press into your ribs. 

Eddie can feel your mouth contort in a smile. He thinks it’s because he’s tickling you, but you’re just in love and totally giddy with it.

The wooden edge of the bench digs into your spine. The ache distracts you from feeling him the way you want to — the way you need to — so you make a split-second decision to rise from your seat and rest your bottom on the table.

Your lips click wetly, almost out of protest, when they part.

You use the palms of your hands to lift you and prop your sneakers on the bench seat when you sit down again. You wait patiently for Eddie to accommodate you, to rise and keep kissing you the way he was just kissing you. 

He does. Eventually.

He just needed a few moments to gather himself when your new position flashes him the faintest glimpse of your panties — all black and dotted with little red hearts that have started to fade with time.

His eyes widen and he everts his gaze immediately. His cheeks and the tip of his nose go red, like he’d been caught looking at something he wasn’t supposed to be looking at. It’s sort of stupid. You were getting off on his thigh some days ago, and now you’re kissing him like you mean to swallow him whole, surely you wouldn’t mind him peeking.

If he were someone totally different, he might’ve spread your legs, dug his fingers into the fat of your thighs, and put his mouth on you like he wanted to do three nights ago — like he’s been wanting to do for ages.

But he doesn’t.

He just sits there, for what feels like forever, feeling like a total idiot.

But if you notice his hesitancy, you don’t show it. You just cup his warm cheeks in your hands and drag him up to you. Eddie isn’t enough of a dumbass to reject your affections.

He happily melts into your touch once more while the both of you maneuver like a bunch of lovesick teenagers around the bench — rather than just part momentarily to move more efficiently.

You round the table so you’re propped on the outside of it and Eddie’s no longer confined in the seat. If making out and multitasking was an olympic sport, you and Eddie would take the gold, no doubt.

It’s hopelessly high school, the way you make out like teenagers in some clearing, known only to Eddie’s most loyal customers and a golden orange sky. 

It feels rebellious and raunchy, like you’ve just snuck out of Mr. Kaminsky’s lecture on chemical bonds to fuck under the bleachers. You kiss each other and it feels like you’re doing something so much more than yourselves.

Eddie touches you and you feel like a kid again. Everything’s just new experiences and stomachs full of butterflies — heartache is virtually nonexistent. 

As far as you’re concerned, you’ve never been kissed before now. 

You had no idea someone could hold so much love in their mouth and then kiss you with it. You’re so used to tongue and teeth and spit, not these slow and sweet pecks that feel like white clouds and summer rain.

Every now and then, Eddie will slot his kiss-bitten bottom lip between the plush of your swollen mouth. And he’ll just stay there, for several long moments, just to feel you. His ringed fingers rise to cradle your jaw to keep you against him. His nose knocks against the bridge of yours and his heavy breaths fan against your cupid’s bow.

You’re not sure why he does this, why he chooses to be so soft with you when he knows he could have you however he wants. You’re a kitten purring against his chest now, all pliable and willing for him, but he just likes how still and soft you are like this.

You let him kiss you the way he likes. You notice he takes acute infatuation with your bottom lip, biting softly and pulling at the skin until it’s a plump pink thing for him to suck into his mouth.

Every swipe of his tongue against yours is experimental and methodical. He finds what makes you exhale the heaviest moans and keeps doing that until you’re a puddle of a woman in his hands.

Oh, god. His hands.

It’s almost unfair how kind they are. 

One keeps a steady, warm hold on your cheek. He can feel the way you start to soften as you lean more and more into his touch. The other has fallen to your thigh. His fingertips settle beneath the skirt you picked out specifically for him, but don’t move any further than that.

He just likes the feel of you, it seems, as he pets the softness of your skin. Occasionally, he’ll squeeze and marvel at the feeling of your thigh in his grasp and the way it makes you moan against him. The feeling of his silver rings against you makes chill bumps erupt on your skin.

You’re unsure if he knows the effect he has on you. Surely, he must, you figure — just days ago you were falling apart on his thigh and here you are now, willing to do it all over again. 

He touches you like he knows. Like he takes pleasure in teasing you until you’re all but begging for more. And you’re not the least bit ashamed to do it, either. His touch, his hand down your panties, it isn’t a want — it’s a need.

You take Eddie’s wrist in your impatient hand, moving his palm further and further beneath your skirt until it’s pressed against the dampening cotton of your underwear. “Touch me, Eds,” you plead against his mouth, already breathless.

The boy tenses.

It’s a dream come true in the most literal sense, to feel you like this. You cling to his consciousness wherever he goes. You’ve spent so many nights plaguing his dreams that they’ve started to feel like nightmares. He’d wake up in the middle of the night, achingly hard and shuddering with cold sweats at the mere thought that he’d never get to have you the way he always dreamt of having you. 

But it’s here now, lying beneath a heart-patterned cloth, and he doesn’t know what to do with it. 

He’s not scared of you exactly, just of everything else. 

His hand has never gotten anyone off but himself. He’s scared that he won’t make you feel good, or worse, that he’ll hurt you — he’s scared of himself. He’s terrified of losing you and you’re not even his. 

It’s everything else that frightens him, but not you. Not when you’ve got your legs spread out before him and begging him to touch you. Not when you act like you want to be his.

Rather than deprive himself of the dream of you, Eddie decides to hook his pointer finger around the hem of your panties and slide them to the side.

With your pussy concealed by the pleated skirt you wear, he’s forced to work blindly while he touches you. He doesn’t mind, though. He takes the opportunity to feel you as it’s presented to him on a silver platter — the softness of your lips, the trimmed mound of hair above them, the slick coating your warmed skin.

You feel like silk and velvet. A material that’s far too expensive to touch. It makes him feel like he’s ruining you in some way.

Eddie’s open-mouthed, heavy breaths fan against your lips, all nicotine and mint gum. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of him — billowing across your jaw, pressed between your thighs, fingers treating your pussy like it’s a piece of delicate art.

“More,” you beg in a dream-coated sigh and spread yourself further for him. You’ve got one hand twisted in his leather jacket and the other flipping up the skirt of your dress, putting yourself on display for him — a piece of delicate art indeed.

You’re laid out before him, all at once, bare and glistening with need. 

He’s seen plenty of vaginas in his time, usually photographed in a centerfold of a magazine or half-blurry through a botched VHS tape. But, for obvious reasons, you’re quite different. 

You’re beautiful. The kind of beauty that men would’ve fallen on their swords for a time ago, the kind you’re lucky to see in a lifetime. That’s a bit what it feels like to look at you. He looks at you, and he sees a cotton candy sunset over mountains that touch the clouds or clear blue waters that go on for infinity.

Even like this, with your pussy on display for him — in a moment that’s supposed to be dirty — it’s a serene sort of beautiful. You need to be hung up in a museum, Eddie thinks to himself, in the Louvre or some shit — because a freak show from the middle of nowhere shouldn’t get to just have you like this.

He slots his middle finger between your lips, for once not overthinking when the urge to feel you takes over. You soak his appendage with ease, the slick only adding to your softness. He dips down to the dimple of your opening and rises to the peak of your swelling clit. He notices how it makes you twitch against him. 

It feels like being you’re touched for the first time. Unfolded and cherished like some sort of expensive gift. You’re not used to this sort of tenderness. No one’s taken things this slow with you before. The way he’s making you feel good is for him just as much as it is for you. It’s unfamiliarly blissful to be handled with so much care.

Eddie watches with heavy and attentive eyes as your head tips back, like you’re starting to drown in your own pleasure and unbothered to keep yourself afloat. Your contented sighs and gentle tremors spur him forward. Those subtle praises almost equal the pleas that spill from your kissed mouth. 

It makes him stop worrying about how to do all this without being totally obvious that he’s never done any of it before.

Everything he knows, he’s gotten from poorly produced porn. He doesn’t want to treat you like that. Like you’re some toy or plaything or a game to be won. He wants to take things slow and treat you right because it’s becoming more and more obvious to him that no one’s ever done that for you.

He’ll be your first, if you’ll be his.

He finds himself grateful for how responsive you are. He doesn’t need to know everything there is to know about sex or ask you for direction like an idiot because your pussy tells him what to do. 

You tremble every time the pad of his finger swipes against your clit. He can feel you clench around nothing every time he dips towards your opening, as if in a silent plea. You tell him what you like without saying anything, but rather by drenching him in clear-coated honey.

His eyes have trouble flitting away from your pleasure-ridden face and down to where he coaxes you open. His finger glistens with your wetness. Beneath a setting sun, it looks like the sparkling rays over an ocean.

“Fuck,” he huffs, almost moaning. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Sorry…” you mutter meekly.

“What?” Eddie finds himself laughing softly, brows furrowing in confusion at your sudden embarrassment. That’s not the response he was expecting. “Why are you apologizing?”

Your skin burns hot at his question — no longer warmed from pleasure, but out of pure self-consciousness. It’s a conversation you’re used to now, but it hasn’t gotten any easier. With his finger still caught in your drenched pussy, you find it suddenly hard to meet his gaze and instead peer at him through your lashes.

“I don’t know,” you murmur. “Some guys think it’s gross… And messy—”

“Screw ‘em,” he blurts. His brown eyes twinkle with a newfound confidence, not one of the unabashed metalhead drug dealer, but one of a boy whose head over heels for a girl who doesn’t know what it means to be truly cared for. “It’s sexy,” he assures you.

A shy smile hints at the corners of your lips, innocently comforted by the promise and pleased by the compliment. “Really?”

“I promise, sweetheart,” he tells you with a wholehearted nod. He means it more than anything he’s ever said. “Cross my goddamn heart.”

He leans in to press his lips against yours then, just because it feels right to, and you graciously accept his affection. 

Eddie’s kisses come in innocent, loving pecks that are far too sweet in comparison to the way he’s making you feel. His finger traces the slick gathering at your opening, not having to force his way in because your pussy is more than wanting.

Both of you let out low moans when he’s finally inside of you. He doesn’t stop until the silver of his ring is pressed into the outside of your pussy.

You’re wrapped around him like velvet, warm and tight velvet that won’t let him go. He works hard to find a steady rhythm that you like and watches your every reaction intently.

You’ve got your lip dragged between your teeth, biting so hard that the fragile skin has started to blanch. Your eyes have fluttered slowly shut with a frown forming between your brows in a vague concentration as you focus on your own pleasure.

You seem to like it most when he’s crooking his finger rather than thrusting them inside of you. At least, that’s what he assumes, as he reaches a much softer spot within you that makes you jolt against him.

Your hand darts to his wrist, not to tug him away or pull him any closer, just to tether yourself to him.

“Can you— fuck—” you sputter when the palm of his hand bumps against your clit. “Can you add another finger? Please?”

You’re all whiny and breathy like you’re begging him, like there’s any chance he might deny you. Eddie’s not exactly in the business of saying no to you. 

He slides his ring finger in with his middle. He marvels at how snugly they fit inside you and how the sticky nectar coats his skin. Your wetness has gathered around his silver rings, including the one with the skeleton hand you were complimenting earlier.

He doesn’t ever want to wash them again... Not that he ever did in the first place, but he makes a vow not to start now.

Eddie doesn’t know it, but this is the part where you usually get embarrassed. Sometimes you think you’re too sensitive, too responsive. You’ve found that there’s a threshold between being sexy and being needy that most guys tend to enjoy. But, for you, it's a finicky thing and you find yourself crossing it before you realize it.

You moan too loud, talk too much, whine too often. Nearly everyone you’ve ever been with has said so in some way or another — mostly in gentle approaches that are observations more than anything. But some boys aren’t so nice. They say that you get too turned on, the wetness coating your pussy is evidence of that, and they tell you that’s it’s gross.

But here, now, with Eddie, there’s little room for embarrassment.

He tells you that you’re pretty, swears up and down that the way your slick trickles down his fingers is sexy. And for the first time in your life, you find yourself actually believing someone who tells you that.

You let him pry you open with slow and meticulous touches. You can feel his bent fingers deep inside you, exploring the slick velvet of your walls, and rubbing at the spot that makes you keen. It’s got your back arching and thighs trembling by his waist, toes curling inside your sneakers while you keep a tight grip on his wrist.

“Rub my clit, Eds,” you plead breathlessly with your eyes shut tight. You’re about to come, you can feel the tightening coil in the pit of your belly, you just need a little bit more. “Please, Eddie— please, touch my clit—”

He’s hasty in his attempts to comply to your request. He barely lets the words leave your mouth before he presses the pad of his thumb just above the hood of your clit. And it doesn’t feel bad per se, it actually feels pretty damn good, it’s just not where you need him most.

It’s not the first time a guy’s had trouble finding your clit and you figure it won’t be the last, so you opt guide him with a helping hand. You maneuver his thumb until it’s pressed snuggly against your swollen button. 

Eddie watches attentively as it makes you whine. You arch your back, pressing yourself further against him, as a moan rises from the depths of your chest and spills out of your mouth. You pull him somehow closer by the lapel of his jacket. 

He takes every unspoken criticism to heart, along with every one of your wordless praises. His acute attention to what you like the most — how his thumb on your clit makes you clench around him, how you moan every time he rubs against that foreign spongy spot inside of you, and how he keeps on doing that because he can tell that you like it — sends you to an otherworldly place pleasure.

It’s different from guys that are just good from experience. Most do the same old shit that gets their girl off because they know they’ll get off in the end, too.

Eddie’s attentiveness is unfamiliar and spellbinding, all-consuming and unavoidable. A pleasure you’re both chasing and wanting to run away from out of fear it might be too much.

“Is this okay?” he whispers to you, breath fanning across your cheek.

You nod wordlessly in reply, with your lip caught between your teeth as you fight to bite back the cry building in your throat. It’s hard to when he’s so intently hitting every spot that makes you dizzy. The moan that inevitably spills from your mouth sounds wet, like you might really start to cry.

“Fuck,” you wail when your stomach tenses. His fingers, deep in the confines of your pussy and rubbing at your clit, are relentless. Pleasure’s biting at your ankles now and you have no way to stop it from swallowing you whole. “Feels so good, Eds—”

Your mouth hangs open as you drop your head down to watch him work you open.

His ringed fingers are coated with you, a sheen of honey that drips down his fingers and onto the silver wrapped around them. You’re hopelessly spread open for him, your pussy blooming like a flower at the promise of springtime for the boy, and then tightening around him to keep him trapped inside you.

It’s dirty, like a lewd piece of art that you can’t help but gawk out.

You fight to keep your heavy eyes open. You want to watch what he’s doing to you, but it’s a harder feat than you could’ve ever imagined. Pleasure rises so violently in you. You’re frightened you might burst entirely.

“I’m gonna come,” you whimper. It’s a warning to you but for him, it’s a promise. Your head tilts back again, face scrunched in a gentle sort of horror, like you’re scared at how good you feel. “Please don’t stop. Oh my god, Eds— Please don’t stop. Please, please, please—”

Eddie presses a gentle kiss to the buzzing skin of your cheek. He whispers his slurred promises there, too. “I’m not gonna stop, sweetheart. Not gonna stop until you want me to, ‘kay? Not until you’re pushing me away. Wanna make you come so many times you can’t take it—”

You clenched around him at his words. His fingers, trapped in your velvet, struggle to move within you as you tighten. The thumb on your clit works you through your orgasm.

Your mouth hangs open in a silent moan while your hand grips his wrist something fierce. Pleasure builds and builds and builds, striking you like lightning so suddenly, and reducing you to a shuddering mess on the picnic table in front of him.

“There you go,” Eddie whispers in your ear through his own trembling breaths. “Yeah, keep going for me— keep coming.”

You comply.

You don’t have much of a choice in the matter, anyway.

Your orgasm runs over you like a dozen fucking freight trains. You’re caught in your own riptide of pleasure, drowning in it with no way of getting out. With no choice but to endure it, you whine and writhe against him while his hand stays trapped between your trembling thighs. It forces you to feel all of it until you can’t take it anymore. Just like he promised.

The pleasure passes. The vice-like grip your pussy had on his fingers lessens. The high fades. But Eddie keeps going. You don’t feel much of it at first, still pleasantly numb and buzzing, then you realize how sensitive you are.

He crooks his fingers faster, rubbing against the swollen spot inside you, while the pad of his thumb presses steadily against your clit.

You’re sloppy and wet and still gushing from the fading orgasm. A second one wouldn’t be too hard to reach, not with Eddie touching you the way he is just now, but you’re scared that it might be too much.

The I can barely see, we need to lay down a towel, hold me while I float into subspace sort of too much.

“Mm-mm,” you hum softly in protest, twitching against him while you squeeze his wrist. You feel his fingers still within you.

A lazy smile plays on your lips as you tilt your face towards an orange sun, all fucked out and beautiful. Eddie could stare at you for ages and find something new to love.

“No more. I need… Need a break.”

You shudder when his fingers drag slowly out of you, trying hard not to jostle you too much. The pads of them have started to prune slightly. His ring and middle finger stick together with a mixture of your come, he separates them to watch your honey stretch and break apart. 

He doesn’t know what to do with them. If he should wipe them on his jeans, or if that would be too barbaric of him. If he should stick them in his mouth to finally get a taste of you, or if you might think that’s too much.

You beat him to the punch, just like you always do, as you grab him by the wrist and bring his fingers to your mouth. Your eyes are still half-closed as you run your tongue over his skin, sucking at them like they were his cock — god, he wishes it were his cock.

He watches you with his own heavy gaze and an agape plump pink mouth, stunned at how you could do something so sexy without thinking. He has no idea how you manage to find ways to become more beautiful just when he thinks you’ve run out.

When you pull off of him, you do it all slow, like you’re teasing him. A soft, wet pop sounds when your lips leave his fingers. You smile like a fucking minx at him when you do.

“Was that— Was that good for you?” Eddie asks you with a nervous, doe-eyed chocolate button gaze. You’re unsure how he could make you feel so good and then worry that it still wasn’t enough.

“It was perfect, Eds,” you promise, then joke: “If you don’t believe me… believe the wet spot you made me leave on this fucking table.”

It makes both of you laugh like a pair of lovesick idiots. 

Your hands rise to his jaws, fingers getting lost in his wild curls as you drag him to you again.

He keeps a pair of steady hands on your hips as you lick hungrily into his mouth, kissing him like you haven’t gotten tired of kissing him yet. And when you part, you leave one, two, three more pecks against his lips.

“So… This is what you came out here for, huh?” Eddie jokes with his signature stupid grin that you want to kiss all over again. “You didn’t even want the weed, you just wanted to use me. I’m wounded, sweetheart. Truly.”

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “Came out here to see you… This part was just a bonus.”

He happily accepts the kiss you give him, though he tenses against you when your hands travel from his jaw and to his chest, trickling down his torso like drops of rain until they rest on his belt. 

“Something tells me you don’t mind either way,” you murmur against him when your palm settles against his hard cock trapped in his tight jeans.

He can hardly hear you, though, too trapped in his own head. 

He can’t fuck you out here, not like this.

Maybe it’s too stereotypical for a virgin, but he wants his first time with you to be on a real bed and not some bench that threatens you with splinters. He wants to wine and dine you, and treat you right like he’s supposed to, not fuck you in the middle of nowhere like you’re a plaything he can do whatever he wants with.

But he doesn’t know how to tell you all this, so he parts from you with a wet click and shakes his head. “You don’t— You don’t have to—”

“I want to, Eds,” you assure him. “I promise.”

“I can’t… I mean, I guess, I’m not really…” he stammers out. He has no idea what to say to you, totally at a loss of how to turn you down. The way you clutch his covered dick, make his toes curl in his sneakers and his brain go all stupid, doesn’t exactly help either.

“What?” you tease with a light-hearted chuckle as you squeeze his rock-solid cock through the denim. “Not really hard?”

“No, it’s just…” he breathes out a laugh, or rather tries to.

He watches with wide and frightened eyes as you work at his belt buckle, struggling to unfasten it without his assistance. There’s a tug-of-war playing in his brain right now, because he wants you — he wants you so bad — but not like this.

Not when he hasn’t been completely honest with you.

It’s not fair to either of you. 

Least of all when he has to turn you away without explaining why.

“I don’t think we— we really shouldn’t,” he tries to let you down easy, but to you it just sounds like he’s being coy, playing with you so you’ll beg to suck his cock. And you keep on going because you’re not totally above that. “No, really. I can’t— seriously, stop. We need to stop.”

The sudden firmness in his voice makes you still. Eddie’s never talked to you like that before. The stern, foreign words he spits at you tells you that he’s serious.

You jerk away from him like he’s burned you.

Embarrassment sets fire to your face.

“Sorry. I just— I thought that— I just wanted to return the favor,” you stammer out in an apology, frightened you’ve crossed a line with him.

No one’s ever turned down a blowjob from you before. Most times, that’s all guys want.

“No, yeah, I know,” Eddie nods understandingly when he sees how you’ve started to shrink into yourself. He steps back from you and tucks his belt back through the loop of his jeans “I just… I— I have more customers coming… And everything, so…”

“Right.”

“Yeah. And I don’t really, you know— I don’t want them to see…” he trails off with a shrug because that’s easier than saying, I don’t want them to see you sucking my dick. No one deserves to see you like that. That’s for my eyes only.

It would’ve been something short of a compliment had he said it out loud. You would’ve blushed with a shy, cheeky smile — “For your eyes only, huh?” you would’ve teased like you weren’t enlightened by the prospect of belonging to him and him only.

But because he doesn’t say that, you take on a whole other meaning to his words. I don’t want them to see me with the town whore, you can imagine him thinking. I might be the freak, but being associated with the slut would be a whole new low. 

Maybe it’s irrational thinking, but it wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened to you. The fear has turned into a full-blown phobia.

You’ve made a boogeyman out of the clothes in your closet because you’re so frightened of him leaving you. And he doesn’t even fucking belong to you.

“Right,” you echo with a nod. “Okay.”

You find it suddenly hard to meet his gaze as you slip off the bench, sliding your panties back into place before pulling your skirt down again.

You’re so deep in your own head, wallowing in your woe, that when Eddie leans down to kiss you, you jerk away from on instinct. Like your body’s telling you not to play with fire, something that’s destined to burn you.

Because Eddie can’t ever belong to you. In some ways, you can’t really belong to him either, not when you’ve belonged to half of Hawkins.

But your wordless rejection sends a shock to his heart, a bolt of blue that pierces the beating organ. Your denial feels like heartbreak and you can see the anguish coat his features. He looks at you look a wounded puppy, glassy eyes going wide and thick brows frowning softly as he wonders what he did so wrong.

You kiss him anyway, if only to tell him that he didn’t do anything wrong — that it’s all you and your stupid brain that won’t let you enjoy a good thing while you’ve got it. It’s the briefest little peck, a brush of your lips against his, and it has his mouth tingling anyway.

“I’ll call you later?” he says to you, though it comes out as more of a question than he intended it to.

You shrug with pursed lips, then try your best to smile. “Whatever you want.”

Eddie watches you walk away and feels like an idiot to let you go. 

He can tell that he’s upset you. You’ve had too many shitty experiences with guys not to be weary of another, and he knows that.

But he also knows he’s a total fucking coward — he’s always ran away from things, never towards something. Because that shit? — That shit was fucking scary, even for a so-called devil-worshipping freak.

But he finds himself hurrying towards you anyway.

His raggedy sneakers practically float on air as something short of muscle memory carries him towards you before you can get too far away.

And when he reaches you, he takes you by the arm, spins you and pulls you towards him. You barely get the chance to blink before he presses his mouth against yours.

He cradles you by the neck, resting large palms on either side of it, as he slots his lips against yours. And he does that thing where he just rests his kiss there, just feels you. 

Eddie notices when you relax against him. You sigh against his cupid’s bow, your hands fall to his waist, and you melt totally into him. Your lips untangle slowly and tingle when he parts from you. You know you’ll be feeling him there all night… there and everywhere else.

“I’m gonna call you later,” he tells you, voice confident and unwavering.

He hopes you understand what he really means by them — whatever you want, you’d said when you saw how unsure he was. And now he’s telling you what he wants, not to make some stupid phone call, but that he wants you.

He can tell you get the hint when you smile at him. It looks like the pinky-orange sunset that bathes you in warm-colored hues. 

You nod. “I’ll be waiting.”

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[red-riding-wood]

Made For You

"I've been loved before, but right now in this moment, I feel more and more like I was made for you."

A oneshot based off the song Halley's Comet by Billie Eillish. Was inspired to write this back in February of 2023 thanks to @cillmequick's House Party Event. This has been stewing in my brain for nearly a YEAR and I'm finally writing it! Thank you for the muse and for introducing me to this song, Alex! <3

Pairing: Robert Capa x Reader

Fandom: Sunshine (2007)

Warnings: angst, lots of angst, some fluff?, childhood friends to lovers trope

WC: ~2620

Time always ran different here, beneath the blanket of shattered stars and hollow black sky.

You’d lost track of the hours you’d spent, lost in them, eyes tracing each constellation but mostly lingering in the gaps between them, the blackness that stretched endlessly into the sky. That spanned between you and the other half of your soul, the boy you’d loved and the man you’d lost.

Sixteen months ago, you’d said goodbye as he boarded his plane. Sixteen months ago, you’d watched the shuttle launch on national television, feeling as though a piece of you had been stripped, raw and bleeding, from your chest.

“Someday…” he’d said, when you were barely old enough to understand the concepts of space and time. “… I’ll be up there, and you’ll be down here, and I’ll bring you back one of those stars.”

You’d scoffed, and playfully hit him on the arm. “And just how are you gonna do that?” you’d said.

“I don’t know.” He’d smiled. “But I’ll find a way.”

Sixteen months ago, he’d been sent on a mission to renew the dying sun that plunged the world into a winter so cold, the green of summer turned to a white death, and the waters of the Caribbean nearly froze over.

Shards of ice prickled at the back of your hair, the slight gaps of flushed skin where your scarf and toque left you bare, crystals of snow kissing your cheeks and the cold seeping in past the dampness of your scalp and the down of your parka, but as you shut your eyes, you imagined the snow to be blades of grass. And your fingers, to be digging into the earth instead of the fleece of your mittens.

“You see that star, right next to the Big Dipper?” he said, pointing up at the diamonds in the sky. Propped up on one elbow, the warmth of his arm brushed yours in the cool air of the spring night, the sleeve of his shirt tickling your shoulder, his lashes limned like chalk outlines by the soft sheen of the moon.

You opened your eyes, the low rumble of his voice having practically lulled you to sleep. You didn’t get much sleep in those days, when he was in university obtaining his astrophysics degree and you were working early shifts at your dead-end job, when the innocence of childhood was lost to the bitter realities of the world but you had no idea just how empty you’d one day find yourself to be. You still saw glimpses of this innocence on his face, in the grin that stretched his lips across freckled cheeks and the glint of awe in bright blue eyes. You had no idea how lucky you were just to be able to reach out and touch him, to bear witness to these traces of happiness that were tangible and not hidden behind a screen.

You spent almost every night with him beneath the stars. Dreaming of greater things, of the day when you’d both break free of your cages and return to your innocence, when you’d become greater than your past and he’d change the world. When he’d bring you your star and you’d display it in your glass heart.

“Mhm.” Your eyes followed the tip of his finger to a star that gleamed particularly bright.

“That star died seven-thousand years ago,” he told you. “It’s so far away, we just can’t see it yet.”

You scrunched your face and narrowed your eyes, a smile quirking your lip. “Then how come it’s so bright?” you asked.

His grin softened into an almost sad smile, his hand lowering to the earth and his head turning on his shoulder to lock bright eyes with yours. Your breath hitched in your chest, and for one moment so fleeting you could’ve imagined it, you thought his gaze darted to the parting of your lips.

“Light does not always equate to life,” he told you. And each day onward, you would ponder the mysterious woe laced in a silk tone.

Your warm palm cupped your face, mitten cast aside, the brush of your cold fingers laying a kiss to your tear-streaked lips. Muffling the choked sobs that rose from a chest void of hope and full of shattered dreams and shattered glass.

Here you lay, in your cage, your tomb. Not knowing if you’d ever see him again, not knowing if you’d have the chance to tell him that you’d broken your promise.

“What is it?” His soft voice was laden with worry as you buried your face in the warmth of his chest, and his arms wrapped tentatively around your back.

“It was all a lie,” you sobbed weakly, his shirt damp with your tears. “He broke up with me.”

“Oh,” he said, his thumb tracing small circles along your spine.

You sank into his chest, weighing heavy against him, knees shaking beneath you. He kept you standing, allowing your tired body some respite. Thinking that when you were done crying, he might be able to tell you a story that would tempt you to sleep and you wouldn’t feel the crash of pain against your ribs anymore.

“I’m worthless,” you whispered. “He said so himself, he never wanted me…”

“What?” His reaction was so sudden, so sharp, you nearly flinched, sobs stilling as they rose to your chest. Damp threads of hair clung to his shirt, splintering the blurry visage of his freckled cheeks and dark, messy hair as he pushed you softly back to look him in bright, blue eyes. His palm cupped your jaw, thumbing at your cheekbone as he said,

“You’re not worthless. You’re – “

“No. No.” Shaking your head, your eyes gleamed with pain as you began to plead with your friend. “Promise me, Robbie, that you’ll never fall in love with me, and I promise the same. I hate this… this feeling in my chest, like I can’t breathe, like…” You chuffed out a nervous laugh. “… I don’t know. I just don’t wanna feel this again. I don’t wanna lose you, too.”

Robert had stared back at you, silent for a while, the bright of his eyes fading ever-so-slightly. You wondered, for a moment, what he’d been about to say before you'd cut him off, until he pulled you to his chest and murmured in your ear,

“I promise.”

And each day onward, he would keep his promise, watching through high school as you would try to date dumb boys and lend a shoulder to cry on when you’d denounce each one, and after graduation came and went and he’d break up with his own sweetheart, he’d tell you it was because he wanted to focus on his studies.    

How had you been so blind, you thought to yourself. How had you not realised that each relationship you’d sabotaged hadn’t been because of your trust issues, or your self-esteem. It had been because the only guy you’d ever wanted had been right there, letting you sob into his shirt and stare up at the stars with you and tell you about all the things you’d both achieve when you were older.

And now that you were older and wiser, you cursed your foolish heart that bled like the stars across the hollowness of the black sky. Blinking away tears that clung, cold, to your flushed cheeks, you tried to chase away the sobs that echoed through the abyss that stretched from one rib to another.

What a fool you were, to fall in love with nothing but stardust. 

You reached a hand up to the stars as if you could pull them down from the sky, let them spill over you in thousands of glittering lights, make a halo of them until they burned away the snow and brought forth a blue-eyed angel from the white fire.

His transmission came to you when the darkness was just beginning to peel away from the dying light over the horizon, when what was left of the sun began to usurp the night, snaking its tendrils of rose-gold through the black canvas sky.

You swore that his hair had grown longer since the last time he’d sent a message, darkly framing the sides of his pale neck. Those blue eyes stared back at you from the artificial light of your phone, stirring something within the hollowness of your chest. Something warm, like hope.

“I… don’t think there’s really any easy way to say this,” he said. Your hope seemed to sink to your stomach.

Robert cupped his hands over his mouth, as if in prayer, and those piercing blue eyes stared back at you for what must have been an eternity, something cruel and malignant weaving tightly in your gut. You longed for that gaze to rest on you again, to be able to reach out and run your fingers through his messy brown locks, to wipe away the tear that beaded on his lower lash. He scarcely cried, always so stoic. That was how you knew that something was truly, dreadfully wrong.

That you’d realised too little, too late, that you were made for him, and him for you.

“There are only a few of us left,” he said, clearing his throat as his hands came down from his chapped lips. “Some miscalculations were made, and at this point, we only have enough oxygen to deliver the payload. It takes exactly eight minutes for light to travel from the sun to the earth, and so… if one day you’re watching the stars and you see the sun rise with a little extra brightness, you’ll know we made it.” He swallowed again, Adam’s apple bobbing along his throat. “But you’ll know that I’m…” His words were breaking now, just like the sobs that wracked your chest.

“…  I wish there was an easier way to say this, dear God…” his voice tapered into a mere whisper, and he ran a hand over his face. Blue irises were rimmed by red, fatigue and sadness showing through the cracks. “There’s no easy way to say this to you, of all people.”

Your heart stopped in your chest. You sucked in a breath of frozen air, tickling your burning lungs.

“You know that I’ll be gone,” he said at last. “Only stardust.” His lip quirked into a sad, almost ironic smile, and he said, “I did this for you, Y/N. So that someday, those things we talked about under the stars… someday you’d be able to achieve those things, in a world that isn’t dying.”

He paused again, his emotion clawing its way thick into his throat with the way his words came out so strangulated. “I wanted you to know, I’m sorry for breaking our promise… I’m sorry for falling in love with you, Y/N. But up here… with the stars and the blackness and this… impossibly bleak dread, this knowing for once that anything I do or say won’t matter because everything will be gone, including you… ” He shook his head, inhaling sharply, and your breath caught in your chest. “… I loved you since we were kids, and I never told you and I wish I had. Believe me, I wish I had.”

You wanted to reach out and comfort him, run a finger along his freckled cheek, to pull him into your arms as he had you countless times. You wanted to tell him it was okay, that you’d broken your promise, too, and it was all your fault, really, for not realising sooner that you were made for him. That he shouldn’t blame himself for any of it because it was you who should’ve said something, you who should’ve kissed him that night he boarded his plane.

“So, I guess I’ll be seeing you in a few years,” he said, swallowing hard against his throat as baby blue eyes looked at you with some unexplainable emptiness that you were unable to identify. It was the same look he’d given you so many times before, and yet, despite knowing him better than you knew yourself, you still couldn’t quite put your finger on what the mysterious emotion or reason behind it was.

“Soon,” you corrected him, fighting back tears. Sniffling, from the cold or your own emotions you could tell not. “I’ll be seeing you soon, okay?” You squeezed his arm, if only to ground yourself, to remind yourself in the years to come that he was tangible, that he existed not only in your mind.

He nodded, smile playing sadly at his mouth. “Soon,” he repeated.

You had drawn so close to him that his familiar scent engulfed you, took you away from the bustle of the airport and drowned out all the noise. Your tongue darted to wet your lips as you glanced down at his, a few threads of some strange yearning tugging at the empty of your chest in that moment. You were so close, yet, not enough. This feeling, of needing to be closer, of needing to express your affection in more than words and friendly touch, was foreign to you, and you weren’t sure what to do with it.

For one moment, you thought that you might’ve kissed him.

Cheeks flushing in embarrassment, you chastised yourself. The last thing he needed was for you to complicate things on the last day you’d see each other for so long, and so you pushed the childish notion from your brain and you smiled past your anguish and you bid him farewell.

And each day onward, you felt as though you had left things incomplete, this emptiness spanning wider between each rib, like a black hole that swept away all joy and feeling and semblance of being human.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered into your balled fist, fingers trembling from the cold. You blinked away your tears so you could see him better for the last time, capture his image in your mind before your angel burned his wings for flying too close to the sun.

That sad, ironic smile tugged at the corner of his lip again, and he said, “I always promised I’d bring you a star.”

Your shaking hand tucked your phone back in your pocket as the video ended, and you didn’t even silence your cries as you wept to the heavens, wanting them to hear of your anguish and your loss.

And slowly, after what must have been hours or perhaps minutes, in this plane of altered reality where time ran differently beneath your blanket of stars, your sobs came weaker from your chest, and a warm glow painted the backs of your dark eyelids. The harsh cold had frozen your lashes together, and you blinked, pulling them back to witness the sun’s conquest over the night, the tendrils of pink and orange turning to a fierce gold that you hadn’t seen in years.

You stood, slipping your mitten back over your damp, shaking hand, and trudged, weary and sleepless, through the snow. Your eyes burned, squinting against the swell of the sun, unaccustomed to the brilliance of its lost light. Your heart still clenched, bleeding, shatters of glass falling to the vacuous pit between your ribs, but you couldn’t help but stop for a moment and just look.

Warmth caressed your face, chasing away the bite of the cold, reminding you of spring, of slushy snowball fights with Robert and picking flowers by the local stream.

“Light does not always equate to life,” he'd told you, all those years ago as you'd laid beneath the stars.

And with this pain searing white-hot in your soul and your chest torn empty, and the burning warmth of his confessed love shattering your heart to cold glass, you finally understood.

But despite your pain, it was beautiful.

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❝𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚❞

Pairing:

Older!Robert Capa x Soldier!Reader

Summary:

Y/N knew Robert Capa from her childhood, a physicist who volunteered to complete the mission on Icarus II with other scientists set up by her father and other scientists of many fields. The space mission had gone wrong despite the fact the sun was shining again. Years later while the war was raging, she encountered the man who was not the same after he left the Earth to save the Universe.

Warning(s): SMUT. Age gap (Reader in her mid 20s and Robert in his late 30s). Violence (fighting). Oral (m-receiving). P in V. Enemies to lovers. Capa is an asshole in this who will be sweet on Reader later. Minors, dni! Note: A different ending to Sunshine plus extraterrestrial stuff.

Word Count: 3.5k

2067

Y/N's lungs heaved slightly as she raised the gun to a man who was staring back at her with unreadable emotions in his icy eyes along with his hands raised in the air in the form of surrender.

She knew him by reputation, his iron control along with hair brushing against his neck in the color of the ocean without the light. It was nearly as inky and dark, just like his expression.

The type that will drag them under the water, losing any hope of survival when the water was in the lungs.

The thing was...she knew him before. Before the mission ruined him then the extraterrestrial war changed him into a hardened man with brutality ruling the apocalypse with an iron fist.

She didn't know him at all, but he was a young physicist who joined the Icarus II mission back in the days where the sun was dying, and the stars were unfazed in the sky while the earth was becoming cold.

When she was a little girl, she used to play in the corner of the laboratory room where all astrophysicists, geologists, biologists, chemists, and others would assemble to put together a second mission after the first Icarusfailed its mission after they disappeared from the radar.

Robert Capa would come and go for the longest time in that laboratory, and he worked for her father's mission when she was a little girl.

Then the Icarus II left the Earth in 2050.

However, that was seventeen years ago.

She had heard rumors about Pinbacker attacking him during the mission. However, he’d survived the battle against the creature, not without a price.

Safe to say she was surprised by the fact they ended up in the same room again.

However, she did not know him. At all.

She was fifteen in 2057 when the sun became alive again, she had remember waking up to bright golden light shining on her face. 

She was nineteen when the end was at her door, alone and frightened out of her mind. 

Her parents were already dead, and her friends were long gone while she was trying to survive as she signed up to fight against a war no one was prepared for.

She was twenty-eight, with the world on her shoulders, and dust under her feet with weapons after weapons in her calloused hands as she stood in front of him.

Before she could move her index finger to press the trigger safety button, the gun had been knocked out of her hands, before she could do anything, he had already wrapped his hand around her head and pushed her.

Then he wrapped his hand around her neck, and she had to stifle her gasp when she felt his calloused fingers curling around her skin.

She let out a moan when he shoved her to the ground after feeling a slight pain in her abdomen, it took a minute for her to realize that he punched her in the stomach.

She laid on the cold metal floor, panting as her eyes leveled with his black boots. Then biting on her lower lip when she felt her head being lifted slightly, and she whimpered when Capa slammed her head against the metal frame.

She then winced when the pain exploded in her temple as he walked away from her in a haste to the other room with his boots echoing against the floor.

After hearing low clicks, she realized he was trying to set something up, and she struggled to push herself off the ground.

She held her breath, hoping she wouldn't get caught in his peripheral vision before wrapping her hands around the metal cylinder by the entryway. 

He, however, was distracted which gave her an opportunity.

She immediately raised the cylinder object and swung towards his head. Only she didn't hit him hard enough to send him into the state of unconsciousness, but it was with harsh force that had him stumble away from the monitors.

The sounds of clicking registered in her mind when she realized she was frantically typing the white squares as the purple haze light hit the side of her face.

Her head jerked backwards when he wrapped his arm around her neck from behind, gasping as he pulled her away from the monitors. Her neck was at an uncomfortable angle as his uniform rubbed against her skin.

Capa laid his cheek on top of her head, panting slightly against her temple. His lips touched something warm, and he pulled back slightly to wet his lips; only to taste rusted metal.

He realized he bashed Y/N’s head roughly enough to have blood oozing out of her wound.

"You're a pretty little thing," he breathed into her ear, and before she could say anything, he had already maneuvered her to the side of the room. He pushed her against the metal wall, reaching out to grip the edge with his other hand, leaning down towards her as her body slid down to the ground, his grip tightened on her throat slightly which made her gasp.

"You think that I wouldn't know about you...Y/N? Just coming in to do your work then come out discreetly, hoping no one notices you?" He panted, exhaling breaths after breaths as he stared down at her. "Oh sweetheart, I do know all about you." He nearly purred down at her.

He truly did. After he heard her voice bashing at one of his men that he dragged out from Earth, he was intrigued because her voice held fire and her spirit was raw, then he had one of his men to look her up.

He was waiting for her.

He recognized her as the daughter of a former scientist who assembled the mission to save the sun’s life. "Both of your parents died, and your friends left you..." he trailed off with a small smirk gracing upon his lips. "Well, you're all alone fighting for the good cause." He tightened his fingers around the curve of her throat as his thumb caressed her skin.

The strands escaped from the confines of his hair, falling over to his forehead as he exhaled harshly, listening to her breathing.

Only it wasn't a reflex gasp twinged with panic, instead it was filled with something else.

His eyes slithered from her form to her eyes which were doused with light speckles dotted across the irises. 

What he did notice was her pupils dilating in response to his hand wrapping around her neck.

He then flexed his fingers, feeling her skin and her eyes flickered with a soft lust.

The air was charged with heavy tension that could set the entire world on fire as Capa acknowledged her emotions.

He then dragged her body upward by putting his hands around her waist to hoist her against the wall, and there was a small ledge which he sat her upon.

The green light with blue and purple haze touched her skin in a form of smoke, and his eyes raked across her facial features.

"I don't want to hurt you," he murmured, lightly gliding his nose across her cheekbone to inhale her addictive aroma.

"You already did, asshole." She spat through her clenched teeth, holding in a gasp when he trailed his nose downward to her neck.

He chuckled lowly; the sound sent shivers down her spine when he caressed the curve of her neck with his lips.

"I'm sorry about that." He said, with sincere in his expression as he gently touched her wound with the pad of his thumb, and she winced at the slight pressure.

Her eyes flickered when he stared into her depths, and he felt his cock hardening in response. He shifted slightly to ease the pressure that had his cock straining against the fabric in his uniform.

He shifted his hand away from her forehead towards behind her head. He laced his fingers through the hair at the base of her neck, then pulled until her neck arched up towards him.

"I'm planning on killing you." She stated, staring up at him. He was taller than her that he could engulf her form. Everything about him made her feel small.

He was amused, his eyes glittered with the emotion as sweat began to bead at his forehead. He then craned his neck so he could graze his lips against hers so light that they both couldn't feel the impression. 

"I know, sweetheart." He murmured before pressing his lips against hers with such ferocity that ignited the spark to induce the fire across the apocalypse as he cupped her jaw when she moved her lips against his.

"We're in the middle of the war," she breathed against his mouth as he slanted even more bruising kisses.

Strong hands wrapped around her thighs as she felt the stir of his hardening length pressing against her abdomen as he settled in between her legs. Relieved that she was steadied by his form, she dropped her forehead against his chest.

He reached for her tank top, gripping in his fists before pulling the fabric upwards when she raised her arms in the air to remove it from her body.

Surprisingly the air was warmer than he had anticipated since it was always cold to maintain the weapons from activating.

He pulled back slightly, narrowing his gaze at her. "And I don't care, let them all die."

"You're a terrible man," she scoffed.

He eyed her for a moment before a chuckle left his lips. "I haven’t been the same person I was when I left the Earth, sweetheart." He murmured, rubbing his thumb across her lips. Feeling the soft skin caving under the pressure of his thumb, he could imagine them wrapping around his cock.

She should have begged him to feel the way he did for her. To want to take her strands, fist them and kiss them. To want to drown in her scent, to tear her skin and graze her throat as she would moan in abandon.

At his thoughts, he snapped. He pulled her off the ledge and waited until she was on her feet before a dark and primal growl left his lips. "Get on your knees." He said hungrily.

She followed the pressure of his hand on her shoulder until her knees met the cold metal floor, and she stared up at him.

She was hyper-aware of the sound of her heart beating in her ears and the sounds of him working his button loose, then his zipper moving down as he freed himself from his pants.

She leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock. The bead of precum was salty against her tongue and he jerked his hips above her as her tongue languished across his head, while one of her hands came up to grasp his thick cock. 

Slowly she began to bob her head and stroke her hand, taking him all the way down her throat, and she heard him let out a guttural groan when she did so.

It sickened her a little when she realized just how much she liked it. It sickened her even more when she realized it still wasn't enough. That she wanted more.

She then planted her hands on either side of his thighs and lowered her mouth until he was nearly buried to the hilt in her throat. Out of curiosity, she peered up from her position and her throat nearly clenched at the sight of him.

His head was thrown back, eyes closed, and seeing tendons rising in his neck, heady haze in the room as green and blue lights casted across his figure.

He looked so out of control. The opposite of what he was. 

With a guttural groan, Capa shoved himself as far down her throat as he could. He knew she hadn't quite been ready for it and as a result, she choked and sputtered on his cock when he looked down at her.

"You look so good with my cock in your mouth," he whispered. She hollowed her cheeks in response after withdrawing slightly to ease off the pressure in her throat before swirling her tongue around his sensitive head. Capa hissed at the pleasure, reaching out to thread his fingers through her hair.

Feeling his hand on her head sent shivers down her spine before she gasped when his fingers sunk into her strands, tangling them in the mass of hair before fisting his hand when her moan sent vibrations to his cock.

"I don't want to cum in your pretty little mouth yet." He grounded out, his voice came out strongly before pulling her head off of his cock. "Although," he leaned back slightly to see the swell of her breasts peeking out of her lacy bra, "I would love nothing more than to cover you in my cum." He said huskily.

She shivered, swallowing inaudibly. She could not believe herself that she would soon have sex with the man that her team hated.

Her eyes widened slightly when he leaned down, wrapping his hands under her arms before pulling her off the ground.

Her nails dug into his shoulders when he roughly pushed the lace cup of her bra down, breast spilling over, his thumb playing with the stiff nipple, pinching, twisting, making her arch into him.

"I want to fuck you," his eyes darkened as he breathed the words. "I want to feel your pussy wrapping around my cock as I ruin you for anyone else." A rumble resonated in his chest as he gazed down at her while unclasping her bra, allowing it to fall onto the ground, revealing the other breast for him to put his other hand on.

She despised herself for the way she grew more wet from his talking. Her head nodded quite of its own accord, and she whispered desperately, "please."

Wasn't she supposed to hate him?

And yet here she is, practically begging to get fucked by this man.

Before she could take a breath, she found herself bent over on the ledge where she originally sat, inhaling sharply as his large hand left her back. The cold seeped into her skin as her breasts touched the metal, having her gasp at the sensation.

Then she felt him digging his fingers down in the waist of her pants including her underwear when she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck before he pulled her pants down to her knees.

She moaned as one of his hands worked its way over to her slit and felt the wetness there. 

"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured against her smooth back before rubbing his fingers through her slit. He flickered his middle finger onto her bundle of nerves before sliding down towards where he could dip his finger into her scorching heat. She shuddered against him when he eased another finger into her heat as he grinned before dipping his head to run his hot breath against her left ear.

He began to pump his fingers viciously, rubbing his cock against the smooth skin of her ass before nipping his teeth on her ear when she whimpered at his movements.

He noticed the noise was restrained, and he huffed a chuckle. "Are you ashamed of being fucked by the most hated man in the apocalypse?" He'd then grind his hardened cock against the curve of her ass hard, "or you just didn't want to get caught having my fingers in your pussy?" He panted slightly, sweat began to roll down on his skin as it slicked the inside of his uniform. "Don't hold yourself back sweetheart, especially when the world is already ending." He bit out before pulling his fingers out of her pussy, which made the girl spew out protests, but he ended them when he shoved his fingers that were coated in her wetness, in front of her lips. "Taste yourself," he growled. After she wrapped her lips around his fingers, sucking the digits into her mouth, then he gripped the base of his cock, sliding the head across her skin then in between her thighs.

She jerked back, away from his fingers when she felt the tip of his cock nudging its way against her slit before dipping his cock into her cunt just barely.

He repeated the motion a few times before she huffed. "Just fuck me." She snapped, then she gasped when she felt his fingers tangled her hair before making a fist and pulled her head back.

"I'm debating," he murmured against her ear. "I want to shove my cock into you with you bent over, but I also want to shove it in you while you face me so you can relive this memory over and over while feeling guilty."

Before she could say anything, she felt herself moving to face him, after pulling her zipped combat boots and pants off her body, then he lifted her up onto the ledge before standing between her legs.

She quivered when she felt the head of his cock again, nudging its way in her slit before dipping into her heat once again.

"You won't be able to walk for a week by the time I'm done with you," he breathed before thrusting his hips, shoving his cock into her as hard as he could.

She heard his groan of approval as she gasped with pleasure. He filled her completely and her whole body was once again on fire.

She then felt him laying his head on her shoulder as he withdrew, before slamming his cock in her again with a savage, possessive thrust, and she cried out as her hips jerked up reflexively to meet his as her hands gripped his shoulders.

His hips started snapping against hers more aggressively, and she threw her head back while moaning breathily as his cock hit the spot. His eyebrows raised and he snapped his hips against her with similar movement, clearly pleased when she made a high keen noise.

He then grabbed her ass as he wrapped his other arm around her dampened back, lifting her in the air away from the ledge before pushing his cock back inside of her cunt.

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, her legs around his clothed waist as his hips moved upwards over and over to the brink of soreness. She knew she wouldn't be able to walk for a week due to his cock constantly brushing against the wall of her cervix.

She began to chant his name as he pounded into her when he brought her hips down in time with his upward thrusting motions, hitting her spot just right, and he felt himself getting close.

"Remember this," He brought his lips an inch from hers. "Remember my face when you touch yourself at all those nights, remember how it felt when my cock destroyed you. Knowing your fingers will never be able to replace my cock, sweetheart." 

She threw her head back as the pleasure wracked her body when she reached the climax.

He was still thrusting into her, but it didn't deter her from sparring at him. "You're an asshole," she hissed, nearly mumbling.

He felt his lips curling upwardly, "I know." He said smugly before continuing, "while I'll be at god knows where, pleasuring myself to the thoughts of you," he gritted his teeth, staring into her pupils’ blown eyes as he thrusted sharply before hearing her gasp. "You will feel guilty for not stopping me and ashamed that you had sex with me; but I won't feel any of that, I'll be gloating that I fucked you instead because I'm an asshole." He breathed before slamming his lips onto hers, holding her body close to him as he rolled his hips into her one last time before his body convulsed as the pleasure washed over him.

He let his hands come up and gently tucked her strands that managed to fall in front of her face behind her ears after setting her down with her feet planted onto the floor; and he released her hair when she took a step back from his presence. “Why haven’t you killed me?”

“Because I don’t want to.” He simply said as he reached down, to tuck his softened cock back into his pants. By the time he looked back to her, she had already put her bra and panties back on, and she was in the middle of putting her pants back on.

He waited until she was fully clothed before walking over to her and rested his free palm on her burning red cheek before tilting her head up to lock eyes with him. She seemed to become more anxious as he unapologetically and shamelessly held her gaze, keeping her guessing for what he was about to say.

"If I live after this war is over...I will find you." He swore when her eyes flickered before closing her eyes then opening them.

She looked at him with a small bitter smile, gazing up at him before taking a small step forward, and with a pause, her lips grazed the curve of his cheek. “We’ll see.”

[druidalis]

Sakura é uma jovem mulher de 29 anos, viúva de Sasuke Uchiha e mora em uma casa grande e confortável. Desde a morte do marido, a Uchiha não conseguiu se reencontrar novamente, levando uma vida egoísta e bastante desorganizada: amorosamente e financeiramente. Após chegar no buraco financeiro, ela receberá uma proposta de um contrato com Sakumo Hatake, um poderoso juiz da cidade. A proposta é a seguinte: Sakura precisará seduzir e namorar Kakashi Hatake, um jovem inseguro de 21 anos que abandonou o curso de direito em Stanford, por motivos desconhecidos pelo pai. Ela deve, com isso, elevar a auto-estima do garoto e influenciá-lo a finalizar a universidade.

KakaSaku | Longfic | Slowburn | +18 | Dirty Talk | Age gap | Druidalis | U.A. | Plágio é crime

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[donaculkin]

"Cumberland Gap", capa feita para uso pessoal (não está disponível para doação), (21/10);

[blakeswritingimagines]

Leave Before You Love Me

Summary: Feeling bad for your boyfriend's attitude you go to apologize to someone who didn't deserve it.

Word count: 3.9k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gran Turismo characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Feeling bad for the heat that was thrown at Jack by your boyfriend Nicolas Capa, having gotten the okay to drive around in the shiny gold car as long as you were safe and back by a certain time to which you had agreed. Driving to the Nissan Academy which left you sitting on the hood of the car watching on as the gamers actually drove while you waited to see Jack the older man you often enjoyed talking to until he left to teach driving now but smiled and waved when you saw him then wrapped your arms around yourself seeing his taller frame walk up to you as you softly smiled at him and spoke sweetly "I wanted to come by and say sorry for Nicolas's temper tantrum, and maybe see if there was a way I could make it up to you somehow?". "I'll be honest sweetie, Nicolas's reaction was not surprising in the slightest. It actually had very little to do with you." Jack gave a small sigh. "And this whole incident is just a symptom of a bigger problem in that boy's life, so you shouldn't take it personally at all. As for making it up to me, I'm not sure why you're trying to do that. I'm an adult, and you should be focused on your own needs, not mine."

The older and somewhat greying Jack smiled as you approached him with the apology. "No need to apologize." He said with a shake of his head, "Wasn't your fault in the slightest." He then gave you a curious smile as you mentioned 'making it up' to him. "Oh?" Jack said, "What did you have in mind?" The twenty-something-year-old in front of him the forty-something-year-old as you bit down on your lower lip after nodding your head in understanding, knowing the recent dinner that was meant to celebrate turned sour all because of your driver boyfriend Nicolas didn't want to take him seriously or hear him out about things even if the background Jack had with driving "I know but it still wasn't okay what he did." You gave him a small smile as you shrugged innocently but tilted your head to the side as you met his eye "Well I was hoping you weren't too busy? Maybe go for a drive or something?".

Jack didn't know what to make of the odd proposal at first. A younger woman asking an older man out. You were attractive sure, and he was fairly confident in his own attractiveness. But such a large age gap was something he had never dealt with before. At the least, it was a unique offer. "Well…" Jack said after a moment. "…I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested." Although he did have things he needed to work on in the garage "Nah, the day's been pretty quiet," Jack replied with a shrug. He felt bad for you having to deal with that blow-up and it did sound like you wanted to get away from it for a bit. He decided a small distraction wouldn't hurt. "Yeah, let's go for a drive." the older man said as he gave you a reassuring smile, "Where do you want to go?". Smiling widely at his agreement as you stood up straight nodding your head believing he wasn't busy, motioning over to the passenger door as you got into the driver's side smiling to yourself before you started to drive figuring it wouldn't hurt to have some time away from everything and still make it up to him "Don't worry about it, I've got a place in mind" You spoke as you drove letting the music play in the background softly feeling happy he had agreed to join you.

Jack raised an eyebrow at your reaction. He had thought this was going to be just a short drive but you seemed to have bigger plans. The man shrugged. In response to your comment about having a place in mind, he simply nodded his agreement. He didn't much care really as he was sure wherever you picked would be fine. He settled back in the co-driver seat and looked out his window as you cruised through town. You drove to a more reclused area before you parked the car, which Nicolas used during races that Jack had recently stopped working with just to work with Nissan which you had been the only one to congratulate him on even if he wasn't all that excited to begin with, smiling over at him as different ideas filled your head of how to 'make it up to you' even if you didn't feel like you would go through with most of them since you were dating someone and you didn't think Jack looked at you the same way you had been looking at him since you met him.

Jack couldn't help but glance at you as you had parked up the car to have a chat with him and was now looking over at him with a smile. It was nice that you had offered to come by with an apology even though he felt it wasn't required. Your gaze then made him think and wonder what your plans for 'making it up to him' could be. It was probably nothing, but it didn't hurt to let his imagination run off for a little while, but he wouldn't want to ask directly as it might embarrass you. At first, Jack was wondering why you had parked so early. You both were still quite far away from the academy. Then he put two and two together. "You've got something up your sleeve, haven't you?" He asked his expression a mixture of amusement and curiosity. The man's voice was light and playful. He'd been around long enough to pick up the hints women dropped when they were attracted to him, and he got the feeling you were flirting with him at the moment. "I might." You admitted and smiled, with a touch of mischief on your face. A flirtatious look on your face. A mischievous smile spread across your face. "Yes, Jack, I've got something up my sleeve. What’s your guess? Tell me what you think, Jack. Then, I'll tell you what I have up my sleeve. You first." You giggled softly and looked at him with flirtatious eyes. The older man couldn't help but chuckle at the playful attitude. There was no doubt in his mind that you were flirting with him. Not only that, but you were enjoying it as well. He raised an eyebrow, trying to work out what you had in mind, "Alright, you really want me to guess?" He thought for a moment as you both sat in the car together. "Well, your boyfriend is away somewhere so you wanted to borrow the car he was using. But you also wanted to spend some time with me as well. Well, now, I'm only just starting to guess." Although with the tone of your voice and your body language, he thought he might have guessed already chancing it even if he was wrong. "You're gonna kiss me, aren't you?" He said with a smirk, as the older man leaned over towards you to give you an opportunity to make the first move.

"You got it, Jack." Your eyes gleamed with excitement and your smile only got broader as you nodded your head in response. You giggled and moved so that you were closer to him before tilting your head to the side. Reaching towards him slowly and brushed back his hair, admiring how soft it was to touch before taking him with your lips softly. You kissed him softly at first and after a moment, you added more passion to the kiss. It was all a game for both of you. A fun and playful game. Once Jack had guessed correctly, his reaction was to lean closer to you, putting a hand gently on your waist as he met you halfway for the kiss. It was a brief moment of closeness that you shared in the car but it was a pleasant surprise for the older man. Eventually drawing away from the kiss, he sighed, his face flushed at the moment's passion. "Someone's been waiting for that one". He teased. He tilted his head in the opposite direction, so his now free hand could play with your hair a bit as you kissed him back. As you both kissed again, he slowly slipped an arm around your waist. In between kisses, he asked, "You sure you wanna be doing this? I don't wanna be the cause of trouble with your boyfriend. You need to consider if you're really okay with this.".

"Of course, I'm okay with this." You replied as you pulled away with that same flirtatious smile and look, as you reached a hand up to caress his face. "I have been waiting for this to happen, for some time now." You giggled as you looked at him with your hands roaming around his body, his hair, his cheeks, his neck, his… You had wanted Jack so badly. "What about you? Do you still want to be doing this?" You were serious, playful, and flirtatious all at the same time. Despite the age gap, the man still felt like he was a teenager again. His heart raced as he met your sparkling eyes, the older man's hand now on your waist squeezing gently. He thought about your question for a moment. "Yeah I still want to, but you're gonna have to promise me one thing." He said, a mischievous smile on his face as he leaned over to kiss your neck before he spoke again, "You really mean it when you say you're okay with this. Yes, I certainly want to." Jack said with a nod, as he kissed you once again, "I'd be a liar if I said otherwise.". The man continued to brush through your hair a bit as the two of them kissed once more. "I just don't want to be the sort of guy to cause problems for you with your boyfriend." He reiterated as you roamed your hands across his body. Jack enjoyed the playfulness, but the other part of him felt slightly guilty. He couldn't have imagined Nicolas would approve of what he and you were doing.

Your hands started running down his torso. You smiled as you enjoyed and savored the moment with the older man you had been crushing on. "No worries, Jack." You whispered into his ears, your voice almost a whisper. "Nicolas does not have to know about this." You took his hands placing them on your soft thighs. "No one besides us has to know." Giggling and your eyes gleamed with excitement, your lips curled into a small cheeky smile as you waited for his reaction. As you spoke, Jack felt his face start to heat up as his hands began to run lightly along your smooth thighs, enjoying the texture. When you had finished speaking, all he did was nod in agreement. "You're right, no one has to know what we did." He said softly, as he continued his caresses around your thighs inching up higher, and began to lean in closer towards you as you both sat back in the driver and co-driver seat. His eyes were also filled with mischief and passion, as you both knew what was going to come next.

Placing your hands back onto his shoulders and pulled him even closer to you. The two of you shared a passion-filled kiss as you made more intimate contact. You wanted to enjoy this moment with Jack, knowing there only was such a limited time for this. And it would be wrong and unfair for your boyfriend, Nicolas, to ever know. But it didn't make you feel less guilty as you were having such an intimate moment with Jack, You giggled again, and a soft moan escaped your lips. You wanted him then and there, your eyes were gazing right into his. "Take me, Jack." Your words were filled with passion and excitement. The feeling of his touch and the moment you both were sharing was just perfect. As you pulled him in closer, your lips met once again in another passionate kiss. His hands kept running through the smooth skin on your thighs until he slipped his hands past your clothes and teasingly ran his fingers over your wet folds, as his mouth and tongue started to explore yours. A low chuckle escaped his lips as you moaned and begged for him. "As you wish, darling." He whispered back, as he lifted you up and carried you to the backseat. You now had all the privacy needed for this special moment.

You took a deep breath and smiled at him as he started grinding against you with a groan before undoing his pants. "I've just have to warn you of one thing, Jack." Your tone of voice changed again. "I love playing games, especially with a man as handsome and older as you." Another small, cheeky smile spread across your lips. "But this, right here, it's no game. I've been waiting for you for a while." A passionate and sexy look crossed your face as you moaned in the backseat, your eyes gazing into his. "Then I'm glad I could be that special someone for you, darling," Jack said with a small chuckle as he brushed your hair back out of your face. You didn't need to tell him twice that you were serious about this. He felt your stare, and it made his heart race a little in his chest. "I think you deserve some special attention right now." He added as his voice became a little more passionate, and he took your face in his hands and kissed you once again.

With his shirt off now, your hands started to caress his muscular chest, moving down further down his torso and down to his hips, squeezing his hips as you kissed passionately once again, your mouth devouring his, and your hands gripping at his body. As you moaned while he finished talking off your clothes, you softly whispered into his ears. "I want you, Jack." Your voice was filled with passion and excitement. Your movements were driven by your feelings for this older man and what you were feeling at this very moment. The way you were whispering to him and talking about wanting him had sent a tingly feeling through his body. It was almost like a rush of excitement, and it made it feel like time had stopped. Jack smiled through the kiss, knowing that he needed to take it to the next step. "I want you too." He whispered back, between kisses, as he slowly unbuttoned the top button of your shirt.

Your arms were still around his neck as you kissed, and you kissed back, with a hunger and excitement that you hadn't felt in a very long time. Your fingers ran down his chest exploring his body, and your senses were filled with the feeling of him. "You look… so sexy, Jack." You whispered seductively as you kissed him again. Your hands caressed his lean and built physique. The older man was in good shape and he knew it, but he found it was also lovely to see his younger counterpart's excitement and compliments about him. He continued the kisses back, moving his mouth back and forth between her lips and your neck and collar. "And you look… absolutely beautiful." He said before in between kisses, as he continued teasing you then slowly pushed his fingers inside of you with a groan. He moved his body closer to yours enjoying how wet you were over all this. You pressed yourself closer toward him and your bodies were as close to each other as possible. "Jack", you said with a soft moan, your face glowing with excitement. "I wanna show you," you whispered, your hands roaming up and down his back, exploring every inch of his body. "Just how much I want you." You bit on your lower lip and kissed him once more, passionately and with desire as you started moving your hips against his fingers with more moans on your lips. He held you closely as you kissed, holding you close to his body as your hands explored all aspects of him. His muscles were still firm but he had lost some mass since his racing career. You would feel the difference in how he was built compared to Nicolas. "Show me, darling." He whispered back once your lips parted. With his back pushed up against the seat, and his legs on either side of you, he was almost on top of you, his body pressed against yours. He'd pulled you closer by putting his arms back around you.

Moaning loudly and whispering, holding him close and caressing him as you slowly lose yourself in the moment of pleasure. Your body shuddered and trembled as you felt his fingers moving faster inside of you. "Don't hold back, Jack." You whispered seductively in his ear as you kissed his neck passionately leaving marks. "Make me yours." Your eyes sparkled as they met his as you looked him in the eyes with excitement, anticipation, and desire as the feeling of Jack's body was so different from the one Nicolas possessed, It had been a long time since you actually felt a man's touch at least one that cared, and the feeling was just divine and perfect. Jack was glad you were losing yourself to the moment. He didn't feel guilty anymore about his relationship with you, and your words were turning him on more and more. "Oh, I haven't been holding back from the start, darling. And I'm not going to start now." Jack whispered back as he curled his fingers. "You're mine." His other hand slipped up your chest before he started to explore your breasts as he toyed and pinched at your nipples.

Moans escaped your lips as your body shuddered from the touch of his hands exploring the deeper parts of your body. You could feel how excited your body was, as it trembled and shook with so much passion and excitement inside. There was no holding back, as you moved your head to the crook of his neck. "I'm yours. Only yours, Jack." You whispered seductively before your lips returned to his mouth once more. Your body shuddered with a loud moan. You clenched your teeth slightly as your hands gripped him tighter, you groaned softly as you slowly lost yourself to the feeling of pleasure, "Oh, Jack." You closed your eyes and you moaned his name loudly, as your back arched from the feeling and the sound of your voice moaning seemed to make Jack even more excited than before. You opened your legs wider to give him better access to your body and him to explore. Moans and groans escaped from Jack as he felt your pussy tighten around his thick fingers. Not the first he'd got, but it still made him shiver a bit. Your hand grip tightening around him as well as opening your legs for him, told him exactly what he wanted to know. And now he was finally able to bring you to your breaking point. "You've been a good girl." He spoke in a calm tone, as your back arched and you moaned. Feeling your body shake with excitement, gave him a rush of excitement that he had never felt before from a woman. He gave a low moan as he pulled his fingers out of you and slowly thrusted his hard leaking cock inside of you and watched as your body continued to shake and shiver from the feeling of pleasure you were getting. All thoughts left his head as he gave in to his own pleasure, pushing himself further into you as his hands gripped your hips with more force. "Ohn baby…" he said in a husky voice as he pushed further into you feeling how warm and tight around him.

All you could do was moan as you lost control of yourself as he started to pick up his pace. Your hands gripped and clawed his shoulders, as you moaned louder and louder. When he uttered your name, a loud moan left your mouth. A wave of pleasure rushed through your body, and a few seconds later you reached your peak as your eyes rolled back and your whole body seemed tensed up with pleasure for a few seconds. "Oh, God. Yes, Jack." He felt your grip around him becoming weaker as you came from your state of pleasure. The older man felt like he was on top of the world at that moment as he roughly moved his hips against yours groaning under his breath. No other pleasure in the world compared to what he got from you right at that moment. When you finally released and your grip around him weakened, the older man looked down and gently kissed the top of your hair as he slowed his hips down. "You have no idea how good that felt, darling… And I hope you enjoyed it too. You really are just as beautiful and sexy as I thought you were."

You were a little dizzy after cumming. You felt like a feather, light and playful as he kept thrusting slowly before closing his eyes with a low rough groan in your ear as he spilled his seed deep inside of you. At this moment you were happy and content. "Yes Jack, I enjoyed that", you said with your usual flirtatious smile as you kissed once again, with all the passion and excitement that had been building up inside you for a while. "I hope you don't mind that I was the one who took… things a little further. I knew what I wanted and I took it." Your eyes were almost glowing as you whispered in his ear. When you kissed him again, he could tell that there was definitely a different feeling in the kiss, a different dynamic. You may have taken things further, but you took them in a way where you took the lead, and it definitely turned him on. "Don't mind at all, darling. I think I like it when you take charge." He said with a sly smile, as his hands left your waist and went up to your cheek. "I'm glad you took what you wanted because now you're mine and I can take what I want too."

Your smile grew bigger upon hearing how much he liked you taking the lead. You wanted him to understand how much you enjoyed it, and seeing his smile grow bigger made you feel proud and powerful that you were able to make such a strong man like him your prey. As his hands left you, you grabbed them so you could pull yourself closer to him. "All yours, Jack." You looked deep into his tired eyes, with passion, fire, and love pouring from your own. "Whatever you want, Jack." You whispered seductively, your voice filled with lust. Jack's eyes looked deep into yours, staring right back at you. The moment felt like time had stopped, just the two of you, and as he laid on top of you, he felt a rush of power and dominance. He felt like a tiger in the room with his prey, and there was nothing that you could do to stop him. And yet, he felt an affection and a connection with you, that nothing he had ever experienced, or matched with anyone else.

[twenty-firstofmay]

"¿De donde salió tanta conexión?, si solo éramos extraños".

Me acuesto en esa cama que tantas noches me resguardó con mis llatos desconsolados. Esas cuatro paredes sin ventana hacia el mundo fueron testigos de mis peores noches y supieron aislarme del mundo que en ese entonces tanto me dolía.

Ahora, les toca ver como esa arena que enturbiaba el agua con su furiosa disturbio se asienta. Tranquila, despacio, cada grano desciende al fondo uniformemente. Y nuevamente esa arena parece ser una porque la tomenta ya paso.

Mi cuerpo yace placido horizontal en esa habitación con escasa luz, lo suficiente como para ver tu figura, tu rostro palido, tus labios rosas, esa sonrisa de mil dientes blancos que te llena de arrugas la cara y tus ojos pardos, esos claros, brillantes que con tus parpados caidos se endulzan con el movimiento elegante de tus pestañas.

Siento como al otro lado del colchon el peso trepa hasta llega hasta mi. Te recuestas boca arriba y miras hacia arriba. Me rodeas con tus brazo derecho largo y con una fuerza delicada me rodeas la espalda y me llevas a tu pecho. Entonces mi pierna izquierda se entrelaza con tu pierna derecha, mi palma se reposa en tu pectoral izquierdo y mi cabeza se reposa en tu hombro, mi oreja izquierda se embriaga con tu "Tom-Tom" y me da años de vida escuchar como suena la tuya.

Podríamos estar así por horas, tu brazo libre pilla la manta, la tira y acomoda hasta la mitad de nuestros vientres. Procedes a rodearme con el mismo por encima y me sobas los brazos tan deliciosamente que somatizo toda esa calidez en el tacto de la manta y de tu calor.

Tom-Tom. Tom-Tom

Entonces de a poco tu temperatura corporal se regula con la mia y un microsistema parece generar un ambiente nuevo. Una burbuja nos encapsula, tu vibra y la mia. Y empieza a armonizarse con la voz de la mía.

No parecemos estar en el planeta Tierra, no parecemos cuerpos, somos energia pura. Respiramos sin molestar, no hablamos para mantener ese silencio inquebrantable.

Tom-Tom. Tom-Tom

Y ese momento solo somos nosotros dos, este ambiente es inpenetrable, impertubable. Y me besas en la frente y un capa de mi parece desprenderse de mi. Y solo soy vos, y sos yo. Y Tom-Tom. Tom-Tom y deje de existir.

Mi cuerpo podria morirse allí entre tus brazos y sería una muerte digna de merecer para quien paso por todas las batallas buscando tregua. Mis pulsasiones bajan tanto que dudo si sigo allí o donde estoy. Siento que me asiento al final del mundo, después de vos ya no hay nada más.

Como una droga, soy adicta a ese momento en el que me someto en cuerpo y alma a tu respiracón y tu sano corazon. Con tu calor me embriago y siento como todo es suave y calido. Entre tus brazos y en tu pecho, la musica es insultante, nunca más tendría hambre ni sed, ni frio, ni calor. Invernaria una vida con ese gap entre la vida y la muerte. La minima cosa que desee irrumpir esta tranquilidad, paz y quietud seria insultante mas nunca suficiente. solo nosotros podemos volver al estado de la vida real. No recuerdo como era mi vida antes de vos, ya nada importa ni tu pasado ni el mio, ni siquiera lo que nos depare el futuro. Conoci la paz de la muerte con vos, resulta penisilina ante el dolor de la vida.

[bflysthings]

Vocês conseguem ver o princípio muito princípio de um gap entre as coxas??????? Porque eu tô com esperança de ser um GAP em sua fase embrionária, eu não tô maluca, estou????? AHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH EU NÃO TÔ MALUCA NÃO

Also: dá pra ver que a capa de gordura da minha perna acaba bem no meu tornozelo, que gostinho de mort3

[lookalivesunshine2007]

playlist explanation as requested by @r-capa !! 100% this is the most effort i’ve put into a playlist ever and i think it turned out so well. i hope anyone who gives it a listen enjoys it as much as i do. i’ll link the playlist again so people who see this post first wont have trouble finding it. its also decently late for me so sorry about any grammatical errors lmao :)

Starman (David Bowie) honestly this is really just a vibe establishing song that fits better with events that take place pre-movie, but i can't bring myself to get rid of it lol. feel free to skip this one (depending on when you see this it might not even be on the playlist)

Starlight (Muse) the “real” start of the playlist and the initial “we’re in space on a mission wow this is so cool”

Muse’s vibes in general are super space-y i feel. A nice little “before everything went wrong” song. it’s a super upbeat song with rad space vibes, plus lyrics like;

“far away, this ship is taking me far away”

“i will be chasing starlight until the end of my life”

Violet Hill (Coldplay) is Capa reminiscing about earth while sending his message to his loved ones, as well as the rest of the crew doing the same. (Capa specifically because he’s the only one we visually see do it). It’s also partially fitting to be about the crew’s dedication to completing their mission and the state of earth as they left it. Some lyrics that really stood out to me in this song were;

“Was a cold and dark december, from the rooftops I remember there was snow, white snow” among other lines about freezing and winter.

“I don't want to be a soldier who the captain of some sinking ship would stow far below '', basically the crew just refusing to sit around doing nothing while the earth freezes.

The “love” mentioned throughout could fit the crew’s love for earth displayed by their willingness to be a part of the Icarus II mission.

Hysteria (Muse) is when Harvey discovers the emergency beacon from the Icarus I, and they decide to change their course. It also goes into the shield repair scene, and Kaneda’s death. No particular lyrics (besides maybe the chorus very loosely) stick out for me but the overall message and vibe of the song fit so well with these scenes for me. I imagine the solo/bridge of this song is where Kaneda dies. The rest follows not ridgid/particular events.

Icarus (Bastille) Mace, Capa, Searle, and Harvey have just boarded the Icarus I. This song basically covers their entire time aboard the Icarus I. A ton of the lyrics fit so well in my opinion, especially when applied to Capa specifically. This song also covers the four aboard the Icarus I deciding that Capa is the most important, and Capa, Mace, and Harvey crossing the gap between the two ships to get back to the Icarus II. I find the bridge is best for the little quiet moment where they are preparing to take the leap between the ships. I’ll quote the chorus here so you can really get the vibes.

“Icarus is flying to close to the sun and Icarus’s life it has only just begun. This is how it feels to take a fall. Icarus is flying towards an early grave.” SO GOOD. These can be applied to the crew as a whole, as well as explicitly to Capa.

Viva La Vida (Coldplay) With only half the crew left, and the discussion and discovery of the Trey incident, the crew is basically just waiting for their death now. This song is representative of everyone still alive essentially making peace with their fates now that they are aware they don't have enough oxygen to make it home.

Psycho Killer (Talking Heads) PINBACKER. I feel like there's very little explanation needed for this one but i’ll get into it anyway because i LOVE this song. The song is quite literally about a serial killer. The scenes I think fit well with this song are basically just the ones with Pinbacker making his way through the crew LOL.

“I can’t sleep cause my beds on fire” OKAY SUNBURN MAN.

“we are vain and we are blind” fits so well with his views of fundamentalism.

The line “je me lance vers la glorie” translates to (roughly) “I launch myself towards glory” which again, brings us to his fundamentalism characterization and the “holy” mission he talks about throughout.

Apocalypse Please (Muse) The lyrics. OH MAN. It so perfectly encapsulates the final part of the movie, where Capa basically blows the Icarus II and its airlock open and makes his way to the payload, fighting Pinbacker and setting off his bomb. The last minute sounds “sparkly” if that makes sense, which I feel is PERFECT for when Capa does set off the bomb and we see it start to go off, sparkles and all. These are some of my favorite lyrics that relate to these scenes;

“Declare this an emergency. come on and spread a sense of urgency and pull us through. And this is the end, this is the end of the world”

“come on it's time for something biblical”

“proclaim eternal victory come on and change the course of history”

My Way (Frank Sinatra) This whole thing is basically Capa as he “meets” the sun. It's a kind of recounting of the events that led up to this place while time is slowed down. I like the upbeat and triumphant but overall melancholy feel of the song and it just makes it fit super well here.

“and now the end is near and so i face the final curtain” and honestly most of the lyrics. This is just a really versatile song that’s great for cinematic type playlists in general.

Capa Meets The Sun (Underworld) a song from the movie’s soundtrack that serves as a moment for everything to really sink in, and an extra moment before you go on with your day. I loved that this ends with the message Capa sent to his loved ones, and it's a perfect way to end the playlist. I wanted to put the main theme (Adagio in D minor) as the final song, but I felt this one fit the intended purpose better :)

[aitcport]

Em segredo - pedido pessoal

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Insecurities

So I received a request recently asking for a Lindbergh x reader fic. To the one who requested it, I hope you enjoy it! For anyone else who like him, I hope you enjoy it as well!

Warnings: GN!Reader, age gap (no worse than Marco x Ace), mink-human relationship, insecurities.

Word Count: 1020

     The most stunning human he’d ever laid eyes on and you were just out of his reach. You were a close friend of Sabo’s and one of the more skilled members at espionage. He almost wished he were Sabo, the blond was young, handsome, and human. All great things to be when it came to you. He was a mink, he was too old for you, humans usually went for someone closer to their own age and, from what he understood, someone of their own race. He wished that his rank were all he needed to be with someone like you, he was the commander to the South Army and well respected within the RA’s ranks. He was intelligent and among his own people, he was desirable, but you weren’t a mink like he was. Even if you were, would that be enough to overcome the age difference? He’d heard of worse age gaps, but they were few and far between, they were also typically between two humans, at least, to the best of his knowledge. He yearned to be with you, he’d watched you from afar, but he’d never gone any further, never tried to be anything more than a friend to you. As much as he wanted to be more to you, he couldn’t bring himself to ask you for anything more than your friendship.

     To you, it didn’t matter if he was a mink, a human, he could have been a giant or some sort of amorphous blob for all you cared. He was smart, interesting, funny, kind… and out of your league. A highly ranked member of the RA and some nobody who specialized in espionage? Why would he ever be interested in someone like you when amazing members like Belo Betty or Karasu were around? Members who’d make infinitely better partners than someone so much younger than him. That isn’t to say you didn’t want him, he was the very reason you worked so hard. At first, you’d just wanted to help the RA, so you did your best, but now, he was your driving force. You wanted to be good enough to impress him, be good enough to be considered worthy of him. So you put your everything into every mission, anything to try and prove that you were good enough for someone as amazing as him. 

     Perhaps it was inevitable that your friends would get tired of the tension between the two of you. That they’d want to see the two of you together, want the both of you to be happy. You were their friends, they saw the attraction between the two of you, maybe this was inevitable. Even still, you hadn’t expected to now be sitting with him in a closet as he tried to pick the lock on the door. You weren’t even sure what had happened, to be honest. One moment you were walking down the hallway with Koala, glancing over to see Sabo and Lindbergh headed your way and the next, the two of you were being stuffed in a closet and the door locked behind you as Sabo and Koala wished you both luck. Neither of you had said much since then aside from apologies and a promise to get the two of you out. How could you when you were locked in a closet with the man you had the biggest attraction to? Taking a deep breath, you tapped the cat mink on the shoulder, drawing his attention away from his agitated muttering about Sabo messing with the lock. You had to tell him how you felt. Surely the two were still on the other side of the door listening in, right? They’d let you out if you told him how you felt, right? Granted, you’d kill them for this once he rejected you, but it was the only thing you could think of and it had been 20 minutes since you’d been locked in here. The mink turned towards you, his brow furrowing. He’d been trying to unlock the door for what felt like an eternity, were you finally pissed off that his attempts thus far had failed? In truth, he was annoyed with himself for not being able to unlock it. He knew he could, he was more than capable, but with you standing so close to him, his focus was more on your scent that seemed to surround him, your warm body mere inches behind him, and the cute way you were biting your lips. The words that left those cute, teeth worn lips had him wondering if he was actually in a dream instead of reality, if this was all some sort of hallucination. You liked him? You liked him like he liked you? He took one of your hands in his, placing a kiss on the back of your hands before staring into your eyes. There was fear there, fear that he’d reject you, a fear he understood all too well. But he didn’t, he could never reject you, you were far too astounding for him to hurt you like that. Instead, he allowed himself to admit his own feelings for you, to tell you how much he cared for you. Once he’d told you about his own insecurities, you couldn’t help but laugh and tell him about yours, the two of you now content to just sit there and talk, forgetting about the lock, forgetting about the fact that you were stuck in a closet. The nervous tension gave way to an easy, comfortable silence as the both of you sat there, his head on your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair, an ever so slight pur escaping him. There wasn’t any hurry, the others would let you out eventually and until then, you were more comfortable in the privacy of the dark closet. Nobody could object to the age difference here, nobody could object to the strange human-mink relationship, nobody could object to anything in here. You could be together without your usual worries or insecurities in here. You could just be together here.

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Qualityze Training Management Software helps organizations streamline and enhance their training processes, ensuring that employees are skilled, compliant, and prepared to meet operational and regulatory requirements. Here's a detailed look at how it benefits organizations:

Ensures Regulatory Compliance Tracks and Documents Training: Maintains complete training records for audits and regulatory submissions. Supports Compliance Standards: Aligns with standards like ISO, FDA, OSHA, and other industry-specific requirements to avoid fines or penalties. Audit-Ready Reports: Provides detailed, audit-ready reports to demonstrate employee training and compliance with regulatory bodies.

Streamlines Training Processes Automated Workflows: Automates the scheduling, assignment, and tracking of training activities, reducing manual effort. Role-Based Training Assignments: Ensures training is relevant by automatically assigning courses based on job roles and responsibilities. Certifications and Renewals: Tracks certification expiry and sends timely reminders for renewals.

Enhances Workforce Competency Skill Gap Analysis: Identifies training needs and assigns appropriate programs to close skill gaps. Competency Validation: Ensures employees are competent through post-training assessments and performance tracking. Up-to-Date Knowledge: Keeps employees informed of changes in processes, policies, or regulations through linked training programs.

Improves Operational Efficiency Integrated Quality Management: Links training requirements with other quality processes like CAPAs, audits, and document changes. Real-Time Notifications: Sends alerts for pending or overdue training tasks to ensure timely completion. Centralized Management: Provides a unified system for managing all training activities across locations.

Reduces Risks Error Prevention: Ensures employees are trained before handling critical tasks, reducing errors and risks. Operational Continuity: Maintains a well-trained workforce to prevent disruptions in operations. Regulatory Risks: Minimizes risks associated with non-compliance through consistent and documented training.

Qualityze Training Management Software helps organizations ensure compliance, enhance workforce competency, and improve operational efficiency. By automating training processes, linking them to quality management activities, and providing actionable insights, the software supports both regulatory adherence and employee development. This makes it a valuable tool for organizations aiming to maintain high-quality standards and foster a skilled, adaptable workforce.

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Streamline Compliance with CAPA Software and Audit Management Solutions

In today’s complex business environment, ensuring compliance and maintaining quality standards are pivotal to success. Corrective and Preventive Action (CAPA) software, along with robust audit management solutions, plays a crucial role in achieving these objectives. Trackmedium is at the forefront of these solutions, offering advanced tools designed to streamline and enhance your compliance efforts.

Understanding CAPA Software

CAPA software is designed to address and rectify non-conformities within an organization. It facilitates the identification, investigation, and correction of issues that lead to defects or non-compliance. The software enables businesses to document and track corrective actions and preventive measures systematically. This ensures that problems are not only resolved but also prevented from recurring, thus safeguarding quality and operational integrity.

Benefits of CAPA Software

Enhanced Problem-Solving: CAPA software allows organizations to efficiently track issues from identification to resolution. By analyzing root causes, businesses can implement effective corrective actions and preventive measures.

Improved Compliance: With comprehensive documentation and automated workflows, CAPA software helps maintain compliance with industry regulations and standards, reducing the risk of audits and fines.

Increased Efficiency: Automation of CAPA processes minimizes manual efforts and errors, speeding up the resolution process and freeing up valuable resources for other critical tasks.

Audit Management Software

Audit management software complements CAPA systems by facilitating the planning, execution, and tracking of audits. It helps organizations manage internal and external audits with greater ease and efficiency. Key features often include scheduling, checklist management, non-compliance tracking, and reporting.

Advantages of Audit Management Software

Streamlined Audit Processes: Automated scheduling and reminders help ensure timely audits, while integrated checklists and documentation features simplify the audit process.

Enhanced Visibility: Real-time tracking and reporting capabilities provide a clear view of audit statuses, findings, and follow-up actions, enabling better decision-making and oversight.

Risk Mitigation: By identifying and addressing compliance gaps and inefficiencies, audit management software helps reduce organizational risk and enhance overall performance.

Trackmedium: Leading the Way in Compliance Solutions

Trackmedium offers cutting-edge CAPA and audit management software that integrates seamlessly to provide a comprehensive compliance solution. Their software solutions are designed to simplify complex processes, improve accuracy, and ensure regulatory adherence.

With Trackmedium, businesses can expect a robust platform that not only addresses current compliance challenges but also anticipates future needs. Their user-friendly interface and advanced features empower organizations to maintain high-quality standards and achieve operational excellence.

In conclusion, investing in CAPA and audit management software from Trackmedium provides a strategic advantage by enhancing problem-solving capabilities, streamlining audit processes, and ensuring robust compliance. By leveraging these advanced tools, organizations can achieve greater efficiency, reduce risks, and maintain superior quality standards.

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How to Successfully Implement QMS Software for the Pharma Industry in 2024

As we progress through 2024, the pharmaceutical industry is facing heightened demands to ensure products meet increasingly stringent safety and efficacy standards. To achieve these goals, it's vital to implement a robust system of processes, procedures, and policies that effectively manage and enhance product quality. However, quality management efforts often falter when relying on outdated manual tools like paper files and spreadsheets to create, manage, and track quality processes.

Manual quality management methods introduce numerous challenges. Companies frequently encounter delays in conducting timely audits and struggle to keep up with evolving regulatory requirements, such as FDA guidelines or EU GMP standards. Additionally, manual tracking and documentation increase the risk of human errors and data duplications. Scalability is another major issue with manual methods, leading to delays in addressing quality concerns, identifying root causes, and managing non-conformities, ultimately compromising the overall effectiveness of quality management.

In an era where digitalization is rapidly advancing, the need for immediate, real-time data access has become critical. The growing demand for instant data availability has made adopting web-based solutions not just advantageous but essential.

Implementing a web-based electronic Quality Management System (eQMS) is the best solution for pharmaceutical manufacturers. It equips companies with the necessary tools for efficient, scalable, and compliant quality management processes. Moreover, it is vital for continuous improvement, risk reduction, and maintaining a competitive edge.

Here’s a concise guide to the key factors to consider when implementing QMS software for the pharmaceutical industry:

Assess Your Needs: Begin by evaluating your current quality management processes to identify gaps, such as mismanaged SOP documentation, lack of change alerts, and inefficiencies in audit trails. Define the specific requirements for a QMS that meets pharmaceutical standards, focusing on areas like tracking deviations and managing drug records.

Choose the Right Provider: Select a web-based QMS provider that offers a scalable, affordable solution tailored to the pharmaceutical industry. Ensure the system complies with all relevant regulations and includes essential features like data approvals, validation, and audit trails. Additionally, inquire about modules that track deviations and manage CAPA in alignment with FDA and EMA guidelines.

Develop a Migration Strategy: Plan for data migration, system integration, and user training. Ensure that your strategy includes the secure transfer of historical quality data, such as clinical trial results and product stability changes.

Ensure Compliance & Data Security: Verify that the QMS software for pharma meets strict security standards and regulatory requirements, including GDPR, HIPAA, and GMP. Ask how the system helps prevent data theft and breaches to ensure your data remains secure.

Train and Engage Your Team: Obtain training from the vendor and implement a comprehensive training program for all users. Highlight how the QMS system in pharma optimizes document handling, CAPA management, customer resolution processes, and audit tracking, and demonstrate its overall benefits to quality management.

Customize and Configure: Tailor the QMS solution to fit your pharmaceutical needs. For example, set up automatic alerts for deviations to quickly identify when standards are not being met.

Monitor and Optimize: After implementation, continuously monitor the QMS software’s performance. Gather user feedback, assess system performance metrics, and make necessary adjustments to optimize functionality.

Review and Update: Regularly review the system’s effectiveness and stay updated with changes in pharmaceutical regulations and industry best practices. Continuously improve the QMS to ensure it meets evolving needs and compliance standards.

By following these strategic steps, you can successfully implement an eQMS that enhances quality management, ensures regulatory compliance, and supports your pharmaceutical organization’s broader goals.

One such pharmaceutical QMS software that simplifies quality management processes is QualityMaster. As a web-based eQMS, QualityMaster streamlines workflows and upholds quality principles with features like document management, risk management, training management, complaint management, SOP management, and NC and CAPA in pharmaceutical industry. QualityMaster enhances customer satisfaction, minimizes risks, and promotes continuous improvement in your quality management practices.