#i love me some hurt/comfort so we're going there hard YES

[iid-smile]

ideal dream , denji

x gn!reader ! profanity, slight suggestive implications at the end, mentions of kids and marriage, you're his unofficial housewife

author's note: um i got lazy so this is kinda bad ahahahahahahah

the smell of chicken and onions filled your apartment, but it wasn't overwhelming unpleasant. for dinner was budget katsudon, but your boyfriend wasn't picky enough to really notice the difference.

"what's your dream?" you suddenly muse to him, filling in the comfortable silence.

denji leans his head on the back of the couch, eyes drifting back and forth as if he's visually imagining a scenario. "to live in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere and you can cook for me all the time."

a soft chuckle turns into more of a sigh through your nose, and you take a quick glance up at him before focusing on the knife in your hand again. "if i refuse?" you ask, knowing full well you wouldn't.

"please don't." his response was quick and sounded pleading, his eyes drifting over to you as if it would convince you otherwise. too predictable, and unexpectedly cute.

chop. chop. chop. denji was sitting as close as he possibly could to where you were standing, his limbs spread all over the couch as he silently looked up at you through the open window to the kitchen. he throws his head back just that little bit more so he could get a nice view of you from below, admiring your peaceful and gentle face with so much attraction.

you exhale, dropping off some thinly sliced lettuce into a strainer after washing. "dreams are just dreams, you know? where would i get ingredients from, hm?" your crossed arms lean on the edge of the counter as you give him your full attention.

only for a moment does he look conflicted, eyes glancing away from you as he thinks of his answer. "i'll hunt them for you." now there's a small grin on his lips, as if he's already proud of his future self for going out of his way to hunt for you. "build us a little garden 'n shit."

in slight surprise, your eyebrows raise a little. "you sure? can't imagine you handling gardening too well, love."

"if it's for you, i'll do it." , looking more determined than before. "and we can have pet chickens too."

you were cooking some chicken for dinner, a substitute for pork cutlet because you couldn't afford it, so the reasoning should be obvious. but it wouldn't hurt to ask, right? "for what?"

"eggs."

random, considering he rarely asks you to cook eggs. "oh yeah? and what else?"

"i'll marry you, 'n the chickens can be our spectators, cuz we won't have anyone else. the plants can watch too, plants are alive, so they'd able to hear us say our vows." maybe you influenced him too much while watching the notebook... he's interested in marriage?

you can only shake your head with a smile, wiping your hands on your apron as you stand up straight again. "you are a lost cause. just a bit crazy."

"'m gonna make it real, just watch. i'll work extra hard, so we can get enough money and move the hell out of here." he suddenly sits up, turning around to directly face you. there's an obvious glint, a sparkle in his eyes. "and then, and then! we can have a whole bunch of kids and—"

you cut him off with a giggle, already knowing what he was going to say. "okay, i'm gonna have to stop you there, big boy. we're not rabbits, so we really don't need to go at it that often."

"aw..." denji's face immediately falls, a disappointment look overcoming his features.

you wouldn't want him to lose hope that quick, would you? especially considering he listens to your every word and takes them seriously. "...but... we can think about that when we actually have our dream place."

"YES!"

"don't sound so giddy about it."

[daenysx]

Hey! Id love to request something for Modern!Aemond fluff/ hurt comfort. If you're not interested no worries at all! But maybe something where you're not together but you're also not 'just friends' and reader is kinda insecure bc they don't have a lot of experience with partners and Aemond starts to notice them acting weird and then it goes from there. But yeah idk if this is a good request or not lol, if you don't feel like writing this no worries at all! Love your writing!

thank you so much for requesting!! i hope you like it ♡ requests are open

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, hurt/comfort

"what's wrong?"

sometimes you think aemond has super hero senses, how can he feel your distress when you're standing behind his chair? he can't see you but he somehow knows you are fiddling with your fingers, something eats you up inside.

he turns, still sitting on the chair in his room. he looks up to your face, still questioning what's gotten you so nervous.

"um- nothing's wrong, it's just-"

he holds your hands when he realizes your nails are hard on your skin. he separates them and keeps them in his huge palms on each side. "come on."

you take a breath. "do you remember the guy i told you about last week? he was a friend of-"

"rhaena." he completes. "yes, i remember."

"i was thinking- i don't know it sounds stupid now that i think about it but-" you start. you feel close to aemond, you're not ashamed of telling him a story about other guys. "he was acting like we're flirting you know? he was really nice and- i don't know maybe i was expecting him to ask me out after all that flirt."

your voice feels so small. "what happened?" aemond asks, he sounds like he could kill the guy for upsetting you.

"i saw him kissing a girl today." you say. "i don't know if she's his girlfriend but no matter who she is, it means i was hoping for nothing."

it's just a guy. nothing to be upset over. you're not in love with him, he could kiss anyone he wants. still, this is only a little piece of a bigger disappointment. you think no one will ever want you.

"i'm not sad, but i feel bad." you say. "why is it always someone else?"

aemond looks at your curled lips, he always thought you look cute with the frown. he keeps holding your hands, not quite knowing what to say. he's never been the best person to comfort someone but he cares. he cares about you. he doesn't want you to think you're unworthy of anything, he can see the walls of sadness and disappointment you build in your mind.

you straighten your posture when you see him say nothing. what were you thinking anyway? maybe you're looking for some reassurance from a man you're close to, you think he'll tell you you're pretty and smart, that guy should go to hell for making you feel like this. you close your eyes to take a proper breath, pull your hands back to your sides. aemond has an unreadable expression on his face.

"you know what?" you start, trying for a smile. "forget it. i mean, it doesn't mean anything right? there's nothing we can do."

aemond sees you blushing. "i'm sorry, i was just-"

"it's okay, aemond." you say gently. "i wasn't looking for pity or anything else, i'm sorry for overwhelming you with my insecurity."

you're being too honest. you don't care. it's no secret most of the guys you like don't like you back, even when they do, you don't know how to keep them. you have too little experience, the only guy you feel comfortable around is probably aemond. one of your friends said you look like a couple once and you were so surprised at her words you couldn't look at aemond for a week. you can't bring yourself to have romantic feelings for aemond even though there's a potential. you can't lose him.

"your insecurity?" aemond asks with a disbelieving voice. "i don't understand."

so he wants to hear all of it. he can deal with it then, you don't mind telling him.

"i don't think i'll ever be loved by someone i love. it's just- i'm full of half finished stories about that, i'm so sick of feeling like this." you say, taking another deep breath. "i'm not saying this because i expect anything from you. we're close and- you asked."

aemond's lips part open. you're so clearly blind to yourself, you don't even know how you make people feel. you don't know how pretty he thinks you are, how kind and sweet. he doesn't want to ruin his relationship with you- he doesn't even know what to call this thing between you two. friends? friends who secretly like each other but being too afraid of losing one another because how inexperienced you both are in relationships?

he holds your hand again, squeezes your fingers in an attempt to comfort you just one bit. you let him do that, you close your eyes when he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. he brings your hand to his lips, brushes a tiny kiss on your skin. is that what affection feels like? you're a stranger but you could love it.

"aemond, what-"

"i know how much you hate being wrong but- you are in fact wrong, sweetheart."

he kisses your hand again, it feels nice. "you think you're unloveable? do you even see yourself?"

you can't help a tear escape. "i'm-"

"no, you don't." he answers his own question. "you don't know how pretty you are. you don't know your effect on people. your effect on me."

you try to pull your hand back. "you don't have to prove anything. i didn't tell all these to get something in return, i don't want your pity."

he is strong as he holds your hand. he looks up to you, gives you a smile. "i'm not pitying you. if there's anyone who needs pity it's me."

he promises himself that he's not gonna ruin anything. he will not mess this up. he can't. aemond targaryen's life is full of ruined relationships and sad stories, he'd be damned if you'd be one of them.

"aemond, we shouldn't-"

"no, i know." he stands up. "i know exactly what you think. i've been thinking the same things since i met you."

you look unsure. this is a dangerous game to play, you don't know if you're brave enough.

"tell me about them." you say, can't control your thoughts or your words. "tell me what we think."

aemond takes a deep breath, he places your hand on his heart. "we both think this is too fucked up. we don't want to lose each other but-"

you look deep into his eye, consequences be damned. "but?"

"we are losing the chance of a perfect pairing." he says with a low voice. "i can be better than all those guys who made you upset. you really don't know how i see you."

it feels exciting, your heartbeat goes into madness. can you let yourself accept buried feelings for him? his look is promising and confident. your brain stops thinking when you rise on your tiptoes to kiss him.

the kiss feels like true insanity. you don't know if you'll feel satisfied or regret what you did minutes later. aemond kisses you back and the clouds of madness disappear. he holds the back of your neck, a possessive kind of touch that you've never felt before.

"we still have a lot to talk about." you say, breaking the kiss.

aemond presses his forehead against yours softly. "i know." he says. "just let me kiss you one more time."

[hotpinkstars]

Since we all love crumbs of angst every now and then:

Boothill being a dad is kinda bittersweet on it's own given his past.

But what if-

He lost his s/o due to labor complications. Another person on the list of people he lost out of nowhere.

LOSS - boothill x reader

- you pass away giving birth to your child.

- hi guys im sick 🤒 and i feel like i'm going to pass out but i decided to write 👍 this ask broke me but i just had to write it and i have no regrets... guys i was gonna write angst anyway but this one. this.

- major character death, hurt no comfort, written by someone who has never had a baby or been pregnant, pre-cyborg boothill wc 863

You have reached your due date, leaving both you and Boothill on your toes.

You’ve have a specifically rough pregnancy in itself, being horribly sick in the middle of it, really bad pain for the majority of it, and you were absolutely ready to get this baby out of you.

It pained Boothill to see you in so much agony, so he wishes the same, too. There's only so much he can do when it comes to how painful and hard your pregnancy was. 

So, when he was awoken to moaning and the sight of you leaning up against the headboard at around 2 in the morning, he was excited, but also really nervous. If your pregnancy was harsh, how bad would your labor be?

When you saw him wake up, you immediately gripped his arm, holding onto it for dear life before he could even register the situation unfolding before him. Tears were streaming down your face, little gasps and moans coming from your chapped lips every once in a while.

“What’s going on?” He asked, groggy and barely capable of opening his eyes. You fall into his embrace, crying lightly into his shoulder. 

“It hurts,” you manage to choke out, trying to get as much air in and out as you can.

“Is it baby time?” He sat up, a glimmer in his now wide eyes. You nod, clutching his shoulders and leaning back into the pillow. At the same time he was excited, he was also indescribably nervous. He wasted no time in readying himself to take you to the hospital. 

He ran around your shared ranch, preparing everything possible after helping you walk to the couch so you were in a less stuffy space. He draped a light blanket over your form, occasionally sitting with you while you’re fighting a contraction. 

He got you to the hospital alright, which was a success in his eyes. The only thing he couldn’t do was take your pain away, and it pulled at his heart in a horrible way. The amount of “‘M sorry, sugar,” he whispered on the way to the hospital would be more than countable on both hands.

So now, with you in the nurses hands, all he had to do was help you through contractions, and wait until his baby was born.

He was confident in your abilities to give birth to a healthy baby, and he was also confident in your capabilities of rebounding from the birth. That was, until your pulse dropped.

Thankfully, a nurse was checking how dilated you were, and noticed your breathing pattern was very… labored. He understood something was wrong when she stopped midway through checking you to come up to give you an oxygen mask, and telling you to breathe before frantically finding other nurses. While a bunch of professionals crowd around you, someone pulls him aside. 

“You’re the husband, yes?” The nurse asked, sitting down to type away on a keyboard. He nodded, fidgeting with his fingers while he rested his forearms on top of the counter. 

“Is she gonna be alright?” He asked, some uncertainty laced within his accent, making it thicker. 

The nurse hesitated and stumbled over her words. “I’m not entirely sure,” she managed to get out, crushing the cowboys' already strained heart. “You saw her state, and we're certainly going to have to perform a c-section. She’s much too weak for a vaginal birth.”

He nodded slowly. “When do I get to see her again?”

“You can now if you want to. There's just going to be a lot of nurses in there, that's all.” 

So in the room he goes. He doesn’t want to miss out on anything, even if you’re extremely unstable and barely breathing. He walks in and kneels right by the side of your head, watching as your eyes crack open in the slightest, smiling through your oxygen mask. 

“You’ll be alright, sugar,” he whispered before kissing your forehead. “It’ll all be alright.”

Famous last words.

You, for a matter of fact, were not alright. You could barely even keep your eyes open as they hand Boothill your baby. They were bloodshot, and very exhausted. As nurses were trying to stitch you up, your vision turned to black.

They escorted Boothill and your child out of the room and into a separate room as they try to help you once more. But nothing was working. Your heart had stopped beating, and the oxygen mask was no longer necessary. 

When the news was broken to Boothill, he instantly broke down. A nurse took the baby into a separate part of the unit so she could be properly treated, and he rushed back over to your room with tears flooding his eyes to see if he could catch one final glimpse of you. 

You were deathly pale, laying stiff on the bed, no life left in your body. He once again started to break down before being told to head home for the night, to get as much rest as he could and to come back in the morning. 

Well, he was a father, but his daughter no longer had the mother she deserved.

[tragicdruid]

Angst with Scara please, using this line!

“Is it too hard to love me back?”

Lost Love (1)

Pairings: Scaramouche x Reader

Contains: Angst no comfort (?), established relationship, break up, minor Archon quest spoiler

Word Count: 600+

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Scaramouche was different now -- or perhaps he had always been this way. Ever since he'd successfully taken the electro gnosis, his mind has been dead set on a singular goal; becoming a God. Everything else had fallen to the wayside. He abandoned the Fatui and, in some ways, it feels as if he's abandoned you.

You were still at his side during this venture, following him loyally as a lover should. But love...it felt as if it was slipping through your fingertips. So focused on godhood, it was as if he'd forgotten you. Or rather, you were no longer of any importance. He cared more about a single worshiper than he did his lover. At least, that's what it felt like.

As you stand in the Joururi workshop, staring up at the giant mechanism that Scaramouche is attached to from within, your expression becomes pensive.

"Is this really what you want?" You ask, head tilting as your eyes search for his visage behind the combination of intricate metals. When was the last time you saw his face? Felt his touch? Weeks? Months?

"What kind of question is that? Of course it is." His voice echoes out into the space, full of disdain and judgement. As if you were nothing more than a dog.

In truth, you missed him. It was as simple as that. Sure, you were in the same space, but things were different now. It wasn't as if the two of you had a normal relationship to begin with, but it feels as if the fragile thread that connected you both was on the verge of breaking. And it's not like you weren't supportive of his plans. You just wonder if the consequences were worth it.

"Well...once you become a God, where does that leave us?" You hope that there will still be an us.

Contemptuous laughter fills the space and you feel your stomach drop. "What do you think? You will worship me like everyone else," he sneers, and you can practically feel his cold gaze through the machine.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," you reply quickly, brows furrowed and lips pulled into a frown. "You know I love you. Is it too hard to love me back?"

You earn a scoff of disbelief before he chuckles coolly. "Love? Is that what you thought it was? Mortals are so simpleminded."

Your chest clenches at his words, wanting to believe that he's just being disagreeable to irritate you, as he often did. The power must be getting to his head.

"Yes, love. Aren't we enough? You don't have to do all this to prove yourself."

"Hah, I don't need to prove myself. This is my birthright. If you think I'm going to stop just because you think you're special, think again."

Immediately, tears begin to well in your eyes as your voice gets caught in your throat. You want to argue like you always do, but you know this is different.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Scaramouche was always one to twist the knife, but you had hoped that he wouldn't be so cruel to you.

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you blink away your tears and glare at the mechanism that was to be his new form. "I guess we're done then," you mutter bitterly, turning your back to him.

"Aw, did I hurt your feelings? You'll come running back like you always do."

His taunting laughter fills the chamber as you walk away. You don't come back.

--------🍃

A Wanderer walks alone through the marketplace. You pass him with groceries in hand, your scent familiar and expression serene. He is unfamiliar to you, but as your eyes meet, you catch a glimpse of yearning in those stunning indigo orbs. The stranger tilts his head downward, the rim of his hat blocking your view as he continues on his path.

Pausing for a moment, you turn your head to stare at the stranger's back. With a shrug, you return home, wondering why that wanderer looked at you with something akin to love.

[doppel-doodles]

Hi, i really like your art and you writing, you are really good, so I wanted to know if you could Make some headcanons about Macaque ,Wukong ,Azure AND Shadowpeach with a Male or GN reader that Is súper soft with them and supports them when they are down, I was thinking about Wukong AND Macaque without The glamour things and insecure about their real apearence, and Azure with some scars after The Jade emperor Situation, Those boys need some love AND im sorry if I am overloading you with this request, Thanks

Heya! Firstly thanks a bunch for requesting and for the compliments! It's really sweet:> I was a bit confused in the request if you meant shadowpeach and the boys separately or just shadowpeach so I did the former just to be safe! Hope you enjoy!

Azure, Wukong and Macaque with a supportive reader

Azure lion

If we're going with Azure somehow surviving what happened to him in season 4 then I imagine he would probably gain large scars all over his body from the jade emperor's powers being too much for him to the point it was literally tearing him apart.

One goes over his eye and he has most likely lost some vision with that one, another cuts into his mane creating a slight bald spot. And the rest are scattered all across from his arms to his legs.

I don't think he would cover them up with glamour though, he would most likely keep them out as a reminder of what he did, a warning even.

Finally realizing that he wasn't the good guy and everything he did was in fact not good comes with a lot of emotions: guilt,shame even remorse.

But that's where you come in!

You don't know what Azure did or even who he was before you two met. With you he could have a fresh start, something he may have desperately needed after everything.

You would never try and pry about what happened to him to be so banged up either.

Not even when he wakes up in the middle of the night after a horrible nightmare, dreaming about how that day he was defeated could have turned out...

You just hold him,sooth him, tell him he's safe and that whatever he saw wasn't real.

And you'll continue to do so until he passes out in your arms, becoming a snoring mess once again.

You'll never know just how grateful he is to you for this, his appreciation just grows deeper every time.

He has debated over telling you who he used to be and what he had done, to be honest something inside him is deeply afraid that you'll hate him if he tells you even with you showing him nothing but care and support, and if you would he wouldn't fault you for it, not one bit.

He will tell you the story behind his scars one day, he just needs a little more time.

Sun Wukong

Okay, for Wukong I actually feel like it'll take him EXTREMELY long to drop the glamour around you. He really needs to be insanely comfortable with your presence and that alone takes time.

Him and being open with people just don't seem to mesh you feel me?

It also just stings his ego a bit. He is supposed to be the monkey king, the great sage equal to heaven for him you don't imagine that kind of guy getting hurt like ever right?

But if you are patient with him you'll eventually have him coming home, dropping his glamour and happily falling into your arms for a well deserved cuddle after a long day.

And once he showed them to you there really is no going back for him, the feeling of you kissing over his scarred skin? The way it fills him with that warm fuzziness? He wouldn't trade it for all the peaches in the world.

I imagine the circlet that was used on him actually left a scar that goes all around his head, so be sure to place lots of kisses on his forehead yes?

I've also played around with the idea that when the lady bone demon possessed Wukong it actually left a scar on his back were her power entered.

The skin ther is not just cool to the touch, it is ice cold.

This one is especially hard to look at for him but he can always feel it, no matter how many layers he wears that spot will always feel cool,dead even.

And death is something he does not like.

So when you hug him from behind or give him back rubs, your body heat breathing life back into his skin for a brief period of time it almost makes him regret hiding this from you for so long!

Macaque

Surprisingly with Macaque it's EVEN WORSE he has a major case of trust issues so don't think he'll dump to you even though he definitely should let it out-

Like you actually have the patience of a saint if you can put up with him for that long in his eyes, which is great! He loves that about you!

With your encouragement he'll actually become willing to show his eye scar in public...kinda.

What I mean is when he is in human form performing at his shadow theater it would be there but covered by his hood so nobody would actually be able to see it.

Listen we are taking baby steps here-

And you couldn't be prouder of these tiny steps! And you let him know that, oh how you let him know that.

He is low key kinda startled by it at first, in his mind you should probably feel a bit cheated by him doing it this way but you just aren't. It makes his heart flutter more than he likes to admit.

He also appreciates the little things you do for him when you learn of his six ears and exceptional hearing.

Without even noticing you'll talk in a quieter voice or just watch your tone in general or you just carry a pair of noise cancelling headphones around for him incase you two find yourself in an unbearably loud environment and for whatever reason can't leave.

He ADORES your thoughtfulness for him to be honest.

It's been a while since he experienced anything like it.

Shadowpeach

Here is a shocker I don't think it'll take them even half as long to drop the glamour in this situation.

Because those two have a history, they know mostly what the other truly looks like already so there isn't as much pressure to hide it from the other since they already know.

And it would kinda make them feel bad to leave you out of the loop at that point, you're part of this relationship too after all so if they can show their scars to each other then they should show them to you as well right?

Although seeing Macaques eye stirs up a mix of feelings in Wukong every time.

He caused it after all.

Also I like the idea of Macaque planning out this whole grandiose reveal to you, like the extra Theater kid he is he actually has a whole script written out and memorised down to the very last line, yes he tried forcing Wukong to do the same, no he did not do the same.

Then the day before Wukong strolls in with no glamour like "HERE I AM!" Like the jerk he is-

Macaque proceeded to have a friendly round of rough housing with him for that:D

Besides that I imagine it being like it was in their own headcanons just with these two occasionally fighting for your attention

[xoxostargirlsblog]

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Rafe Cameroon x Reader!innocent

WARNINGS: Explicit language, jealousy, angst

You were changing in the room for dinner with the Cameron family, since you and Rafe had been dating for four months and you wanted to meet his family, even though he didn't want that to happen, he couldn't put up with anyone in the family, just your sister Whezzie

"Come on, darling! How long will it take?"Rafe says in the room, impatient for waiting for you for over an hour

"I'm coming baby, I'm just putting on perfume" you say, putting on perfume and finally going down the stairs with the crushing noises of your high heels

Rafe looked at you with immense lust, but also with a "little" of frustration

"Honey, what's with that cleavage? Your boobs are almost coming out of your dress" Rafe says with frustration in his voice

"But you were the one who bought it for me!" You respond, crossing your arms.

"I know honey, but it's a family reunion" Rafe says, making you even more upset

"Okay Rafe, I'm going to change" you say, quite angry about having to change again

"No, no, we're going to be late" Rafe says looking at the watch on his wrist.

Rafe takes your hand and leads you to his truck. The trip was quite peaceful, you and Rafe talked about the future and plans. Rafe also said he would be very close to him so you wouldn't be scared.

Arriving at the Cameron mansion You saw Rafe's family all there talking and making some jokes. Did you feel out of place at that moment?

"Hey stay there, I'll call Wheezie. You'll love her" Rafe says excitedly, but you didn't want to leave his side, you were so uncomfortable around those people

Even so, Rafe left, leaving you alone.

"All good?" a tall man with a smile on his lips asks

"Ah...I, yes, yes I'm cool" you say, getting confused with the words

"So you're Rafe's girlfriend?" he asks trying to start a conversation

"Yes, are you one of his cousins?" You ask feeling comfortable.

"Yes, we're not very close, but I think we could call them cousins"

He says making you laugh. The conversation between you flowed so well, he made jokes with his own family making you feel comfortable in that environment. But you see your boyfriend coming towards you, with a frown on his face.

"Bryan, I knew you were jealous of me, but stealing my girlfriend is too much, don't you think?" Rafe speaks with a humorless smile on his face, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Was it supposed to be funny?" Bryan says looking into Rafe's eyes

“Come on Y/n!” Rafe says pulling your arms hard, making you almost fall

"Hey! Rafe calm down" you try to protest but fail

Rafe throws you into the truck mercilessly, making you hurt yourself

"My arm Rafe!" you say whimpering as he got into the truck with boiling eyes.

"If you didn't act like a bitch your arm wouldn't be hurting!" Rafe speaks quickly and squeezes the steering wheel tightly

"I was just talking to him!" You speak with eyes full of tears.

"I know very well how I wanted him to be on top of you, but you had to act cool and give him the time of day!" Rafe speaks by hitting the steering wheels aggressively

"If you hadn't left me there alone, maybe this wouldn't have happened!" you speak

Rafe, you arrive at the apartment where you lived, and you go straight to the room without even looking at Rafe, who was also boiling with anger.

"Don't fucking turn your back on me" Rafe says punching the bedroom door which makes you jump in fear

You curl up between your legs on the bed and Rafe approaches you in an intimidating way, he grabs your neck and holds it tight

"Tell me you love me, tell me you love me and I'll leave you alone" he says with his forehead pressed against yours, but his hand was still on your neck

"Say!!" Rafe screams and opens harder

"I- I- love you...I love you, Rafe" you say between crying and pain

Rafe lets go of your throat and gives you a familiar kiss.

"I love you too, baby" He says giving you a quick kiss on your lips

Rafe went to take a shower and left you in bed, crying in secret

When he lay down on the bed, he hugged you from behind.

"You're very bad..." You speak in a whisper but Rafe hears

"I'm sorry...I just don't want to lose you" Rafe says hugging you tighter and kissing you on the mouth

[luveline]

For your kisses before dinner au, can I request a late night moment, not nsfw or anything just what their evenings are like? ty🧡

ty for ur request!! kisses before dinner ♡ pregnant!reader

You and Steve lie shoulder to shoulder in the dark. 

"You think they're sleeping?" you whisper. 

"I have no clue." 

You're both too terrified to move. Any noise at all risks waking up the girls. If you can avoid waking them up, there's a possibility that you and Steve might get some time alone. 

You have as many little ones as you do because you love them, everything about them, at all times of day. And sure, they exhaust you, but you wouldn't have had them if you couldn't handle it. If you couldn't manage the bad with the good.

You want to curl into a ball on top of him but the distension of your stomach makes it difficult. Baby bumps are made for homing and protection, they aren't super super fragile, but you've always been cautious and that isn't gonna change anytime soon. 

"I miss being able to lie on top of you," you confess. 

"You still could. Back to my chest," he offers. 

"Not the same." 

"If you loved me, you'd use me like a mattress topper." 

You fit together well when you're on top. Cheek to cheek, legs between his legs. Sometimes you hook a thigh up over one of his hips. It can't be comfortable for him and he's never complained, not once in all the years you've loved him. 

It's super Steve of him. He whines about all the wrong things. 

Case in point. "Are you gonna lie on me or am I dragging you?" 

"Can you? I'm too heavy." 

Steve scoffs. No matter what weight you are, pregnant or not, he insists that you're never 'too' anything. "Would you quit it?" 

"I don't want to lie on you like that. I miss being able to-" You shrug, tracing the barely illuminate line of his nose with loving eyes. "To cuddle like we're the same person." 

It's corny. Steve knows exactly what you mean. 

"We are the same person," he insists. He starts trying to turn your names into one, creating a hodgepodge of poorly strung syllables.

He has the unique ability to make you laugh at just about anything. He can get you giggling in the delivery room if he tries hard enough. 

You shift your arm where it's sandwiched so close to his and go searching for his outermost wrist, pulling it to your face for lazy kisses. His palm resting at your lips, you close your eyes and picture the face he's making. He's definitely turned his head to yours, giving you that "you're so crazy" expression he does, like he's startled you'd dote on him. 

"Wanna make out?" he asks. 

You're about to say yes when footsteps sound.

Steve eases up onto his elbow to kiss you sweetly, too quickly, before he takes the end of the blankets into his hand and pulls them over your heads. 

You know exactly who it is from the footsteps alone. Avery pushes open the door, and she sounds almost shy as she whispers, "Are you still awake?" 

"We're sleeping," Steve says back. You laugh as quietly as you're able to, tummy trembling under his hand with the motion. 

"I want to talk to you." 

That's not so funny. Steve moves the blankets back down. "About what, Avey-bear?" 

She's hard to make out in the dark, not with the light from the hallway at her back. You can see her hair, it's bed head frizz, and the ruffles of her nightie at her knees. 

"About anything." 

You snort. All your worry turns to amusement, and affection, and you make space between you and Steve immediately. You move too fast. 

"Be careful," Steve says to you softly, prompted by your little breathless sigh. Lately, your back has felt super sore, like somebody's taken to it with a meat tenderiser. 

"Come and sit with us," you tell Avery. 

She races around to your side and waits for you to pick her up. You would, of course, and you'd hug her to death as soon as she was in your arms, but you'd really hurt yourself somehow and you don't want to make it worse. 

"Come round to my side," Steve says. 

You smile at her unimpressed expression, "I can't move too much. Baby's kicking my spine." 

She gawps at you, tiny white teeth shining like pearls. "She's what?" 

It's important to note that you don't know the baby's gender. Avery says 'she' because her dad does. That, and it must make sense to her — Avery has felt the little kicking feet of two sisters before. It's sad, and silly, but for a split second you feel sorry that the only people who'd ever felt her kick were you and Steve. It had been one of the best (and then quickly one of the most agitating) feelings in the world. 

Avery, big sister extraordinaire, and biggest, bestest eldest daughter they ever made, climbs up onto the bed by herself and positions her face carefully over the hill of your baby bump. "You have to be nice," she whisper passionately, "you're hurting mom." 

You stroke her forehead. "Baby can't help it. She's growing." 

"You said 'she,'" Steve coos. 

"It's easier." You're not sure at all what the baby is. You have no premonitions. No inkling of one guess or another. 

"She," Steve says, "really can't help it Avery, but you're a good girl for trying to protect mom." 

"Thank you," you say, cupping her cheek. 

"You're welcome," she says. 

You're the kind of mom that some little kids can't abide — all you want, all the time, are hugs. You steal them at breakfast and lunch and dinner, in the car, in the garden, in the supermarket. You love to move in behind them and cuddle their unsuspecting shoulders. Lucky for you, they've all grown to return the same affection. Avery, amazingly careful of your stomach, crawls the rest of the way up the bed to the pillows and lays down curled toward you, pulling your arm to her chest for a hug. 

Steve moves onto his side and sidles up behind her. He moves his arm over your two bodies, his hand over your shoulder, his eyes glued to your face. 

"We've done this before," he murmurs. 

You and Steve and Avery and an unnamed baby. 

"Do you think your sisters are sleeping?" you ask. 

"Mm, Beth is snoring again," she complains. 

"Dove isn't this quiet when she's awake," Steve says. 

"Guess it's just you with us tonight, beautiful," you say, pulling the covers over Avery's shoulder. Swimming in bed sheets, she beams at you, really smiles, and her face seems like it's nearly too small to hold a happy that big. 

"What did you want to talk about?" you ask. 

"Everything." 

Steve closes his eyes and pushes his face into the back of her head. You wrap your arm over Avery to bracelet his arm with your fingers. If you're clinging too tight, he doesn't complain. 

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Double the Love | Part Six*

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.5k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+ Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, injury description, explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, Tali meets Simon, oral sex (M+F receiving)

The guys let off some steam

I stare up at Ghost's face, intense hazel eyes narrowing at me through the holes of his balaclava. For once, I'm almost scared of him. Almost.

"Ghost..." Johnny says, his voice hushed. My gaze darts across to the Scotsman to find him crossing the living room. He slows to a halt next to Ghost, placing a gentle, comforting hand on his shoulder, "maybe we shouldn't do this tonight, eh? You've just got home. You need to let off some steam."

Ghost's eyes darken, not once leaving mine. "I'll let off some steam alright."

My heart is pounding in my throat now; my palms sweating and my legs quivering with anticipation. I press my thighs together, seeking some kind of relief. But it's not enough.

No. I want to know what he has in store for me. Even if I regret it later.

"Ghost..."

Johnny moves to Ghost's side and they share a look, Ghost's heavy gaze finally releasing me from its hold. A whole conversation is exchanged between the two of them in silence - a series of head tilts, and meaningful looks.

"Ask her nicely," is all Johnny says.

Ghost grunts and nods, turning his full attention back to me. "Alright, Tali - nicely - will you let us take you to bed?"

There's nothing nice about his tone. It's rough and gritty and entirely Ghost. Full of quiet, masculine rage, and bold, lustful promise. And it's oh so appealing.

It's been so long since I last had sex with anything other than my own hand or a fancy plastic toy. And it doesn't seem like Ghost is in the mood to be particularly gentle. For a split second, I start to doubt if this is really what I want.

But then I look at Johnny; his bright blue eyes full of hope and adoration. I know that he won't hurt me. Neither of them will. And I've never been surer of anything in my entire life.

I nod and - with a shaking voice - I say, "Yes, you can."

"Perfect." Ghost's voice is gruff and smug as he presses in closer to me, crowding in until we're standing chest-to-chest and I'm craning my neck up to look at his face. "Johnny?"

"Hmm?" there's a vacant hum from him as he steps up behind Ghost, bracketing him between our bodies. He drops his head to press a kiss to Ghost's black-clad shoulder.

Ghost turns his head, capturing Johnny's lips in a chaste kiss through the mask. "Go sit down. I think I need to make Tali understand a few things before we get started."

Johnny's eyes widen for a second, a look of surprise flashing there for a second before his eyelids lower. Lust glitters in his blue irises as he looks down at me, leaning across Ghost to drop a kiss to the top of my head. "I'll be in our room when you two are ready. Don't make me wait too long though, aye?"

The apartment is completely silent as Johnny pads out of the room. I can hear the muted thud of their bedroom door closing, and then it's just us. Just me and Ghost standing out in the living room, the dark promise of making me understand hovering in the air between us.

If I wasn't wet before, I definitely am now.

"So," Ghost starts, drawing my full attention back to his towering frame, "apparently we haven't been clear enough, princess. Apparently, you think we're just playing with you, or we haven't been open enough about what our relationship is... but that ends now. Got any questions?"

I bite my bottom lip and his eyes trace the movement with a predatory keenness. "Are you and Johnny bisexual?"

"Bingo. Anything else?"

"You... you want to fuck me?"

Ghost barks out a gruff laugh, pressing himself against me. Oh. I can feel the steel-hard length of him against my stomach. It eliminates any lingering traces of doubt I might have held, filling me with a calm, confident certainty.

My eyes are half-lidded, my lips parting as my breathing starts to get heavier. He presses himself against me for a couple more seconds before easing back, eyes pitch black and his own breathing fast and rugged. He's made his point, and he knows it.

"Does that answer that one?"

I nod, pressing my thighs together even harder.

"Ghost..."

His eyes flutter to a close, and he shakes his head, tipping it back. "That's not my name, Tali. Don't call me that anymore." His eyes open once again, and he fixes me with a look. The fondness and warmth there almost floors me. "Call me Simon. Please."

My breath catches in my throat.

"And take off my mask. Please."

My hands rise up to his jawline, slowly but surely in case he changes his mind. My fingers find the edges and I pause, waiting for his go-ahead. With a gentle nod, I dip my fingertips under the thick cotton and slowly pull it away from his face.

I don't look immediately, feeling the weight of the mask in my hand. It hangs limp in my fist, still warm from his skin.

And when I do look... God.

He's the most beautiful man I've ever seen. My eyes find his; the only familiar feature in this new landscape. But then I start to branch out. His eyes are surrounded by a hasty smear of black paint, fading out around his thick, straight eyebrows, and crossing the bridge of his slightly crooked nose. It looks like it's been broken a couple times, but it's charming and adds to the rugged appeal of his face. His jawline is sharp and prominent, covered in a light dusting of dirty blond stubble that matches his hair; the slightly curly locks dipping down onto his forehead.

And then there's his mouth. Plush, full lips that would look almost feminine if not for the thick, harsh scars curving up from both corners, each about an inch long. They stand out; pearlescent against the rest of his skin. There's another scar trailing from his left cheekbone to just above his eyebrow too, and my eyes snag on it before dropping down to a smaller one bisecting his bottom lip.

He is perfect. To me, he is flawless.

I raise a hand to his face, placing a single finger on the tip of his nose and dragging it down to the centre of his bottom lip. I don't dare touch the scars; fearful that I might trigger a horrible memory for him. Instead, I cup his cheek in my hand, running a thumb along the curve of his cheekbone.

"Simon," I say his name, testing it in my mouth. It's going to take some getting used to. I exhale a long, slow breath, trying to tamp down my horniness and appreciate how significant this moment is. For me. For him. For us. "It's nice to finally meet you, Simon."

"It's an honour to meet you too, Tali. It's been too long."

He covers the hand resting on his face with his, pulling it to his mouth and pressing a tender kiss to my palm.

The warmth and urgency comes rushing back to me with that one, simple gesture. Sucking in a short breath, I lock my eyes onto his and drop the mask onto the floor. His eyes flicker with interest.

"Now," I say softly, "should we go and find Johnny? I think we've let him wait long enough."

I can't get down the hallway quick enough, Simon hot on my heels as I giggle, amused as he gives chase.

I throw the bedroom door open with a thud, barely crossing the threshold before Simon gathers me up into his arms. My feet leave the ground as he growls playfully against the shell of my ear.

"Nice to see that you two talked," Johnny offers from the bed, his tone drenched in amusement.

I look up to see that he's reclined on the bed, stripped down to a pair of grey joggers. The thick gauze bandage that covers his injured ribs stands out against his tanned skin, and there's a cocky smile playing on his lips as he watches the two of us. He makes no effort to move from his position.

"We did," I confirm, still trapped in the cage of Simon's muscle-corded arms. "You have a very pretty boyfriend."

"Pretty," Simon grumbles next to my ear. I turn my head to see that his eyebrows are raised, and I soak every inch of his expression in. Seeing him without the mask is going to take some getting used to, but I love it. "Fucking pretty, love?"

I nod shamelessly.

A beat passes before I lower my tone, batting my eyelashes at Johnny as I say, "So are you guys going to fuck me or what?"

"Yeah?" Simon growls.

Johnny licks his lips. His palms run down the lengths of his thick thighs, drawing attention to the impressive tent in his pants. My eyes are locked on his as I exhale a breathy, "Yeah."

With that, I'm on my back on the bed. Johnny sidles up behind me as Simon approaches the mattress with slow, methodical strides. He pauses at the edge, stripping himself of his black tactical gear and trousers. He stands there in black boxers and a t-shirt, the thick length I felt pressed against me in the living room standing proud, straining against the material.

The room is dim, illuminated only by the warm glow from my bedside lamp, adding to the relaxed atmosphere as Johnny trails a hand along the side of my body, trailing over my breast. He stops when he finds a nipple, peaked and stiff, in the absence of a bra. I hear the sharp intake of breath he makes, followed by, "You'll never guess, Si. She's not even wearing a bra. Teasing us like a naughty lass."

Simon's hands find his waistband, yanking his boxers down. His erection is on full display, standing to attention. It's thick and long, curved slightly upwards; the tip flushed and pink. It makes my throat dry, all the moisture heading south.

"Can I come over to the bed?" he asks, voice soft and respectful. It makes me even hotter.

I nod my consent, but he still doesn't move. "Yes."

That does the trick. Slowly, he makes his way to the edge of the mattress and kneels on the bed. "Come here," he commands, pupils dilated. "Take off your shorts and come here."

I shimmy out of my shorts and flimsy lace underwear but stay at the head of the bed, relishing in the feeling of Johnny's hands roaming all over me. "You come here," I command, feeling more than a little bold.

Simon growls. "Demanding little princess. Putting me through my paces, yeah? Showing me who's boss?"

I nod as Simon crawls up the bed, leaning over me to kiss Johnny. I tip my head back to watch, soaking at the sight waiting for me. Their mouths are locked, tongues flickering into each other's mouths as Simon grabs Johnny by the back of the neck, pulling him even closer. After several seconds, they release one another and Johnny goes back to running his hands over me. This time, there's the addition of his mouth sucking marks against the skin of my throat - nipping with his teeth then running his tongue over them.

Simon eases back down my body, turning his attention to my legs; my knees drawn up towards my chest.

"I wonder," he grumbles, tone dripping with desire, "if you'll sound even louder with us than when you're alone."

And, with that, he parts my thighs with firm hands and bows his head.

I want him. Gods, I want him.

He presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to each thigh, taking his time in a thinly-veiled effort to drive me insane. His breath is unbearably warm against me, my own exhales leaving my mouth in small, shallow pants.

"Fuck," I groan. In a moment of desperation, I reach a hand down and tangle it in the golden strands of Simon's hair, pulling him into me. His dark, answering laugh vibrates against my already-sensitive pussy and I let out a tortured whine. "Please."

And he obliges. Pinning my hips to the bed with one strong forearm, he's a frenzy of teeth and lips and tongue. He's like a man starved, giving me exactly what I want.

My skin heats and I claw at the neck of my shirt while Simon works away, not slowing down for even a second as I barrel towards an orgasm at break-neck speed. Chuckling indulgently, Johnny helps me out of the fabric's confines, leaving me completely bare and still all too warm as I writhe against them.

I come in a blinding haze of ecstasy, shouting my pleasure with a loud moan.

When I come back to my senses, Johnny is stroking my hair, brushing it away from my face. Simon is kneeling over me, his mouth and chin glossy with moisture and eyes wild.

"That was so fucking hot, Tali."

"Think you can go again?" Johnny's voice rings out from behind me and I realise that I'm slumped back against him, his other hand still resting lightly on my breast.

My throat tightens and the tingle between my legs makes itself known once again. I can so go again, but first... there's something else I want.

"Can... could I watch you guys?"

Simon's jaw slackens. His eyes meet Johnny's - who offers him a shrug - before they both turn to me, looking amused.

"What do ye want to see, lassie?"

"I want to see you suck Simon's dick."

Johnny smirks, pressing a bold kiss to my lips before rising up from his spot. I lean back against the headboard, watching on as Simon settles into a seated position at the edge of the bed. Johnny kneels down between his legs, and a look of adoration passes between them as I angle myself to get a better view.

Johnny places a loving hand on Simon's bare thigh, squeezing once lightly. "Are ye ready, darlin'?"

Simon barely has time to nod before Johnny's head is dipping down, taking the base of Simon's erection in one hand to steady himself. His mouth follows; his lips wrapping around Simon's length and taking inch by inch into his throat with ease.

Simon's head tips back, a deep groan spilling from his throat as Johnny works him reverently. His tanned fist moves in time with his mouth; occupying what Johnny can't fit. I lean back into the pillows, my hand falling between my own legs as I play with myself in lazy, unfocused motions, enthralled in them.

"Fuck, Johnny. Just like that." Simon's groan echoes around the room. His hand drops to Johnny's hair, not to push his head, but to tangle in the longer locks of his hair. It's loving and tender; beautiful and intimate.

I can't tear my eyes away from them - not even for a second - until Simon throws his head back and lets out an Earth-shaking moan. Johnny's head stops bobbing and he resurfaces, swallowing and running the back of his hand across his mouth. When he's done, there's a cat-like grin on his lips and a hazy look in his eyes.

Simon crawls back into the middle of the bed, laying down next to me. His chest heaves, spent from his fun. "Want to stop?" he asks gently, his skin dotted with sweat and carrying the beautiful, heady scent of salt and wood-smoke.

A smile finds my lips and I find myself shaking my head, locking eyes with Johnny as he rises back to his feet. "I never said I was done."

"Jesus, you're fucking insatiable," Simon groans, his tone only half-teasing. His head meets the pillow with a heavy thud.

Johnny, on the other hand, only smiles; a hungry glint in his eye. "I'm not complaining."

a/n: hey guys! happy monday :) hope you enjoy part 6 and the shameless smut. I figured the slow burn has ran for long enough, and we deserve some of the good stuff! what would you be interested in seeing in the next part? - much love, lapetitelapin

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 25)

“What…?” Was the first word out of Uzi's mouth after he had told her what he saw, she had been setting up a temporary workshop in what would eventually be Tera's own room. But since she was set up in the bedroom for now, it was free until she graduated from the recharge crib.

“I know h-how it sounds, but there's a weird creepy flesh moss in Doll's room!” He made a pulsing motion with one of his hands and the other was held close to his face.

Uzi blinked, setting down her toolbox on the desk as she seemed to process that information, her eyelights glancing to the side.

“Alright, let's go check it out.” She hummed, looking unphased. She cracked her artificial knuckles, the gaskets discharging pressure as she started to walk towards the door.

“W-wait what?, No! We should just leave it alone right!? I was just-” He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her back around to face him.

“N all the apartments have vent access, if there's something… solver-esque in the bunker, it can't be left to do… whatever it's doing.” She gently pushed him away, crossing her arms as she made her argument.

Right… he hadn't thought of that…

“Mmm�� I don't want you going there. Every time something freaky happens someone always gets hurt…” He softened his tone, looking at the floor instead of her eyes for a moment.

“N…” She started, before closing the gap between them, literally interrupting his staring contest with the floor by grabbing his attention with her eyes. “Hey, look. I'm not fragile, you know that. Plus-” Her tail came to brush against his chin, bringing his head up to look at her more directly “I'm more like you now, remember?”

“I know. But why put ourselves in danger? We have Tera, she shouldn't be at risk of… losing one or both of us.” As her tail pulled away, so did she, and they both looked into the bedroom, where Tera was sleeping soundly.

“Tera's the reason we should be, the bunker needs to be safe for her, and I wouldn't rest right if I knew some tentacle could grab her from the vents while we're asleep or something.” She replied, still looking into the doorway, her hand gripped her arm, squeezing it as a way to comfort herself.

“I-I Yeah, yeah you're right. I still don't want you to go alone- maybe I could have Khan watch her while- uh.” She shook her head, and one of her hands swiftly took one of his, cutting him off by inducing a light blush.

“You stay here and be a good dad. I'll take V. She's probably itching to fight something.” Uzi replied with a smirk, breifly rubbing her thumb into the back of his hand before pulling away.

“B-but, Uzi.” Or she would have if N had let her, instead he gripped her hand tightly, making her turn back and look at him as he spoke.

“She won't hurt me, N.” She reassured him with a small smile and a confident smirk “She's no match for me if she tried.” (That probably wasn't true, she'd caught V off guard the first time, but N didn't need to know that)

“No just… be safe, please.” He pleaded, doing the same to her hand as she had done to him; rubbing soft circles into the back of her hand with his thumb.

It was still a little strange for the both of them, these small displays of affection that both seemed to come naturally and unaturally, it had them both blushing, butterflies shared between them even now.

“I-I will. And it's just sitting there right? How bad could it be?” She stammered out, ignoring her small fluster and oozing a sense of confidence.

“V!” Uzi pounded on the door right next to them as hard as she could, she didn't even know if V was home, but-

‘What?!” She screamed back as the door flung open, her claws on her hip.

“Wanna go murder a flesh tentacle with me?”

V’s eyelights went hollow for a moment before a wide grin bloomed on her face, showing off all her fangs, the “X” appeared on her visor, along with a slightly unhinged giggle.

“I'll take that as a yes, come on, it's in Doll's room.”

And so off they went, V looming beside her as they walked the halls to Doll's old room, unlike N, drones were still very much scared of V, they avoided her whenever they could, and if they couldn't, they were as nice as possible to avoid setting her off.

It felt nice to not be stared at for once, all the eyes immediately averted from both V and Uzi, almost as if V would lunge at them if they dared to make eye contact.

And it was clear V took minor joy out of spooking them, looking aloof until someone caught her attention and then flashing them her signature feral smile.

Uzi also found a little joy in watching the drones scamper off, terrified. They weren't in any real danger, V seemed to enjoy living in the bunker, and probably wouldn't risk it by killing someone for giggles.

“Cowards…” Uzi mumbled under her breath, which seemed to draw a genuine laugh from the disassembly drone beside her.

“Oh what? Like you're not scared of me too?” V replied, lacing her voice with some false (maybe?) sweetness that made her sound all the more condescending.

Uzi lifted an eyebrow and made eye contact with her, a small smug smile beginning to find its way to her face.

“No.” She said simply, continuing on her way even if V slowed down a moment, a snarl making it's way to her face.

“W-what? You should be! I still want to kill you, you know.” She growled out, pointing one of her bladed fingers at her, drawing it close to her visor, as they both walked a little faster.

“No you don't.” Uzi replied bluntly, the smirk getting wider as V seemed to get more agitated, one of her eyelights twitching.

“Yes I do!”

“No you don't. You know if you killed me N would literally never forgive you, and even though you'll say that wouldn't bother you. We both know that's a lie.” Uzi was walking backwards now, pointing at the irate disassembler, before her tone fell, breaking into a tease. “Plus, you're actually starting to like me~”

“I absolutely do not!” V lied terribly, a golden blush painting her visor as she yelled, her tail flicking behind her in irritation.

“Yeah ya do. It's written all over your face.” If Uzi could get any more smug she'd be a member of some corporate entity, she slowly turned back around, away from V, to let the girl stew in her feelings for a moment.

“I-I fuck you!” She bit, causing Uzi to snort.

“Hah!”

They reached Doll's front door, and Uzi was about to confidently stroll on in before V put a clawed hand in front of her.

“Let the warmachine go first idiot.” She said, pushing Uzi back with her clawed hand, man the pressure control it would take to not cut her…

“Awww you're so protective.” Uzi cooed, making V blush heavily (not that Uzi could see it.) And roll her eyes, grumbling.

“I will pour oil on your mattress…”

“That's such a waste.”

“Shut up!” V snapped.

V opened the door and flicked on the light without even checking if the door behind her had shut yet, her eyes roamed over the room before she picked up a cup of oil with limbs in it and swished it around.

“Gross.” Was the first word out of Uzi's mouth after she shut the door behind them, eying the chains hanging from the ceiling.

“What? Squeamish?” V mocked, yanking a limb out of one of the chains and using it to pick her teeth Ew.

“I don't throw up at your face do I?” Uzi replied back, smile etched on her face as V responded;

“Bitch!”

They both looked around the macabre display around them, Uzi locking her gaze to the burned out corpses still sitting at the kitchen table, she glanced at V, who seemed to be looking in the same direction, although with a different look than the first time they were here.

“Let's just find this thing and get out of here.” V said quietly, and Uzi could only nod, N had said it was in the bedroom, so that where she headed off to, walking past each hanging corpse without looking at them, lest she see someone she recognized.

V was close behind her, close enough she could feel the heat of her core on her back, huh, she ran a little warmer then N, still not unpleasantly so, but it was noticeable.

The doorway to the bedroom was still lit, in his rush to leave it seemed N forgot to turn off the light, both drones peered in, starting on the floor.

There was nothing, only dusty carpet and a normal bedroom.

“Think he was so hot he was hallucinating?” V suggested, side eying Uzi as they both leaned up against the same doorway.

“Nah, he wasn't that warm when he left- oh shit.”

Uzi’s eyes trailed up, eyelights going hollow as they followed a long black tendril running up against the wall and onto the ceiling, splitting into multiple smaller veins as it criss crossed across the ceiling.

“Oh…”

“Yeah I'm using the flamethrower.” One of her arms became the tip of a flamethrower, that she immediately pointed into the room, ready to fire.

“You have a- wait V!” Uzi grabbed onto her arm and forcefully pointed it down, V looked over, like she was getting impatient already.

“N said there was something under the bed, we need to check if it's still there.”

“Or we could just burn the whole room.” She suggested again, waving around the tip of her flamethrower as if it was the obvious thing to do.

“V. We need to know, if it's spread this much in just a few hours, who knows if it's still just contained in this room.” Uzi explained, gesturing to the vent beside the door that was thankfully clear of any strange growths.

“Fine. You're checking though.”

“Duh.”

She crept into the room with her tail watching her back and her own claws poking out of her fingertips, they weren't like V's or N's, they were more like a cat's, curved and sharp, made out of the same material as the caps of her fingers, and could easily break if met with enough resistance.

They were still sharp enough to go through silicone and metal.

The veins pulsed and throbbed above her, and a noise that sounded suspiciously like a heatbeat could be heard faintly, she knelt down next to the bed.

Almost as soon as she was down on the floor, her hands met wet, sticky carpet, she lifted an eyebrow and raised her hand only for the carpet the stick to her, a thick, clear mucus separating from the carpet onto her hand.

“Eugh!” Escaped her as she shook it off her hand and it splattered back onto the carpet, joining the thin layer of it spread around the bed.

She ducked quickly, using her tail as a flashlight to peer underneath the bed.

She really, really wished she'd taken V's offer sooner.

Yes, there was something underneath the bed, and while it may have resembled moss at some point it could no longer be described as such. It was a mass of wriggling flesh, pulsing and beating arythmicly, as if it was irritated. Sharp points of malformed teeth jutted out randomly, Uzi gulped.

The mass gurgled, before it formed a full, unblinking, lidless human eye. Which stared at her.

“…V.”

“Yeah?”

“Charcoal it.”

“Sure- Uzi!”

Surprised at hearing her name come out of V's mouth, she sprung up, but the action was too late, a tendril had unlatched from the ceiling and had curled around her leg in a single swift motion, hoisting her up into the air by her ankle.

She yelped as she left the ground, tail coming to sink it's teeth into the black cord around her leg, her hands swiping uselessly at it, her claws not long enough to reach it's target, it also seemed immune to her venom, as it barely flinched at her tails bite.

Pain shot up her leg as the black veins began to spread across the metal rungs of her legs, it was searing, like a constant high voltage running through it, she screamed, watching as the metal began to warp and meld into the tentacle.

“V!”

V's sword came down a moment later, quickly severing the connection between her and the flesh-bed. But the veins kept spreading, down to her foot and up past her knee.

“Shit!” Uzi cursed, trying to throw off her boot and her leg warmer to assess the damage.

V quickly pointed her flamethrower at the bed and let loose, torrents of hot flame bursting out of the end of her arm and alighting it in cleaning flame, a horrid, choked scream erupted from underneath the bed as the cinders lapped up at the ancient furniture.

“F-fuck! V!” Uzi felt panic grip her core, the veins quickly climbing up her leg leaving searing pain in their wake, she felt tears prick at her eyelights as her entire body shook.

“This is gonna hurt!” V shouted, bringing up her sword above her head.

Her sword came down, severing limb from body like a hot knife, another shout of blinding pain left her mouth, but what followed was a breath of relief, the burning had stopped.

The socket was gushing oil, Uzi thought quickly and pointed V to the bathroom to grab a towel, internally, she tried to redirect all the oil to her still present limbs, and away from the hole. The fire raged on the other side of the room, Uzi crawled toward the doorway.

“Here.” V returned, with more than one towel underneath her arm, before grabbing the worker drone and immediately shutting the bedroom door behind them, the heat from the blaze still able to be felt behind the door.

“I- I got it.” Uzi took a towel and began to turn it into a rag, but she was still trembling, and she couldn't get a good grip on it, it fell out of her hands more than once.

“Sh-shit.” She cursed again, going to try to pick it up once more before V did instead, taking a step forward.

“I got it. your system is in shock.” She said, voice several times more gentle than Uzi had ever heard it. Was that pity? Oh screw that, she was fine.

“No- I” Her system lurched as another wave of dull pain washed over her, almost sending her further onto the floor.

“I got it.” V said again, switching the sword put for a normal hand.

Uzi winced as V pushed her up against the probably only clean wall in Doll's room, although her hand was gentle, she ripped up the towel in her clawed hand, before shoving each large peice into the socket.

She grunted, each shove producing a feedback loop of pain in her systems, she bit her lip, an uncomfortable whine escaped her lips as a million warnings began to pop onto her screen, low oil, hull breach, overheating.

“Breathe, you're holding your breath.” She said simply, and Uzi did what she was told with a shudder, each breath coming out labored and ragged.

V was being uncharacteristically gentle focused on the task at hand, her brow furrowed as she took quick glances at Uzi's visor to make sure she didn't go offline.

Even once she was done though, she went a step farther, trying to clean to oil off her chassis where she could, Uzi felt a shiver roll up her spine, but said nothing.

“That should stop the bleeding, how are your oil levels?” She asked, touching the binding to make sure it wouldn't come loose. Making Uzi wince once more.

“Low- but not decreasing.” Uzi replied, slowly recovering from the shock of having her limb chopped off.

“Good.”

V made eye contact with her purple eyelights, glanced down at the socket now full of oil stained towels and sighed.

“Sorry, about uh… your leg.” She looked away and up, possibly looking for another snack, or more tentacles. (Or just because she didn't want to look her in eye)

“You probably saved my life no-no worries.” Uzi reassured, looking down at her missing limb. Holy crap, that was insane.

“I probably should have just let you burn it.” She grinned dumbly, and V looked back at her and rolled her eyes.

“Duh.”

Uzi chuckled, but it was interrupted by a violent cough, she clinked her head against the wall with a groan.

“N is going to freak.” She mumbled, she could see his face now, he wouldn't ever let her leave the house without him after this…

“Probably yeah. He's gonna chew my ass out for letting you get hurt.” V laughed lightly, although it sounded pained.

“Nah, I won't let him.” Uzi replied, taking the moment to observe more of how V was feeling.

Her eyelights were still hollow, and she was glancing around the room as if one of the many corpses in the room could come to life, her tail was arched around to Uzi's side protectively, probably something V didn't know she was doing or she'd be ripping it away.

Uzi smirked, low oil or not, she just couldn't help it. V was horribly fun to antagonise.

“Told ya you liked me~” She teased, but it had no bite at all behind it, V groaned, but met her eyes with a solid blush gracing her face, she ripped her tail away.

“Shut up loser.”

Next ->

[fruitcoops]

3 or 14! (they could probably go together but dealers choice) for oknutzy or any duo in there :)) this is a really adorable (and sometimes angsty) list

(3) “Please, don’t leave.”

(14) “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

+ (41) “You did all of this for me?” (LeLo)

+ Request for some Leo-centric hurt/ comfort

TW panic coming out of sleep, nightmares of drowning/ injury of a loved one.

Blurry faces. A hand on his shoulder.

Oh, Leo, didn't you hear? He knew that voice, didn't he? He turned, and the willows swayed sweetly with moss hanging fast asleep from their branches.

There were ducks in the pond, little legs and chattering beaks and the fish were flickering when his head went under the water--darts of starlight and lens flares in the sun that carved through the thick marshes.

I'm so sorry. They already took him there, do you need a ride? I can't drive. Yes, you can. Why weren't you paying attention?

Salt plunged up his nose and the cold began seeping in from his left foot, fracturing up his leg and into his soft underbelly what was holding his foot? His foot was gone. Cold as ice, then--nothing. Tipping and turning through algae gripping his wrists and ankle and the muck slipped out from under his feet and the water was rushing in the ambulance has him hospital what hospital we're far too busy why weren't you

paying

attention?

Water broke over his face and streamed from his nose and throat he was choking. He was choking. Algae coursing over his body, slick and wet, and he could taste the salt on his lips as he drowned because the vines had wrapped around his wrist and legs.

Leo gulped down a hard breath and gave one last yank; his arm came free. Pushing and scrabbling, his legs were trapped and it was so dark--

"Stop."

The sun on his face.

Leo gasped for air and found endless lungfuls waiting. Heat radiated across his cheeks. The vines around his legs came loose.

"Stop." The heat moved, and he chased it frantically, but it only slipped around to cradle the back of his pounding head. A drop of sunlight traveled across the tender skin next to his nose. "Open your eyes."

The sun in his eyes, like dusk or dawn or an eclipse.

Sleepy green in the light of a lamp sent by his mother. Leo gripped Logan's wrist in a trembling hand and pressed his sun palm to his face as hard as he dared. "Hospital," he forced out. "Hospital."

Logan's forehead creased. "What's wrong?"

Salt and swamp muck still clogged his lungs, surging into his throat. Leo gave a hoarse cough, and was surprised when it came out dry. "You," he tried around his aching chest. "Hospital, you're at the hospital, they won't tell me."

A gentle noise hushed him into silence; Logan ran his thumb beneath Leo's eye again, shaking his head. "I'm right here."

"Please don't leave." Fear bolted through him--cold teeth around his ankle, dragging him down into the deep. "Harzy's in the hospital? Oh my god, why?"

"Non, non, he's here." Logan sounded rushed. Rushes and river reeds, thick summer air over the turtles nesting below.

Pleasant weight found his ankle where the vines had bitten in. Logan helped him turn his head, taking Leo's weight against his side. Finn's hold traveled up to his calf and carefully tugged the hem of his pajama pants back down from where they had been rucked up around his knee.

"I'm with you." Leo closed his eyes and fell harder against Logan at the steady timbre of Finn's voice, rough from sleep and familiar as his own. Slender fingers tracked the lines of his shin. "Always, baby. Right here."

Logan brushed a kiss above his ear with a murmur, quiet and low, and Leo didn't even have the energy to call it French or English or both. Come here. One moment.

"Open your eyes, soleil."

But Leo liked it here, in the safe dark with the sun holding him close and out of the burning ripping sinking salt.

Knuckles ran lightly down the ladder of his back. He flexed his ankles, finally free of the tangled bedsheets, and tucked his feet up closer to himself. His left one felt colder; icy, like it had fallen from the blankets in the early hours. Leo jerked back to wakefulness from the slippery edge and grabbed for Logan's shoulder, nearly tipping them both onto the mattress. "Finn, he's--they took him--"

"Right here," Finn interrupted. The bed creaked and the lean planes of him slotted against Leo's back, a huff of sudden breath the only sign he cared about the release of weight Leo couldn't help but give over in relief. The point of his nose nudged Leo's jaw. "Open your eyes, Le, we're right here. Safe and sound."

"I wasn't paying attention," Leo whispered. "Do you promise?"

"Yes," they said in tandem.

He blinked in the low light and sank into the circle of Finn's arms and chest. The sheets were smooth, now. Flat and breezy around their legs. He watched Logan finish tucking the far corner in before returning to Leo's side, where he pulled their duvet up around their hips and gave it an extra firm nudge around Finn's upper thigh. His hand passed over Leo's lower back as he fluffed the pillows behind them.

"Lo."

Attention snapped to him immediately.

Leo wound a loose duvet thread around his finger. The fear had gone. He was drowsy, and fond. "You did all this for me?"

Logan's mouth turned down a little at the sides; he let Leo press it away with his fingertips, and went easily at a tug to his forearm until they were laying face-to-face. Finn's chest rose and fell like the tide on a calm day against his back.

"S'qui s'est passe?"

Something about ducks, Leo thought. And fish, darting in his favorite cove with the heron nest in the east corner. A phone call? "I don't remember," he mumbled. Sweat was cooling on his skin. It must be a warm night.

Through half-lidded eyes, he saw them exchange a look over his shoulder. They loved each other so dearly. He was so lucky to see it like nobody else did. "Sleep, Le." Finn's kiss was hardly more than a peck to the back of his neck as he curved in tighter to Leo's back, knees slotting behind Leo's own.

Logan settled last, bringing the sheet and blanket up with him when he pressed soft lips to Leo's forehead and let them linger. "Rest, cher. Don't dream."

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

after last night

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

➷ Summary : there is something that Eddie couldn't find to forget about you after that night

➷ Word Count : it's one shot

➷ Warnings : 18+ MDNI‼️ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, no use of y/n, Eddie and reader are both (21), I made a bestfriend character named "Alexis", SMUT‼️, p in v penetration, both receiving, unprotected sex, aftercare, alcohol consumption, establishing a relationship, Eddie is a player in the past! reader is just an amazing gal and Eddie is so an awe to her, that's it!

➷ What to Expect : SMUT‼️ and FLUFF! this is just literally hot steamy delicious smut really hehe, you'll see an worried Eddie here, this is set in Modern era but it still screams 1980's

➷ Note To Reader : basically, I am literally using my favorite artists songs into an Eddie fic at this point, DON'T Y'ALL LOVE THIS SONG?!? 😩🤌🏻

➷ Author Note : I can't believe y'all liked my last post "you ain't woman enough" I didn't expect all of you to enjoy it and I wasn't even satisfied with it but wow y'all reassured me it was okay! SO THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT! 🥺🫶🏻✨

"I have plus one, you have to go with me!" Alexis holding up the two invitation cards with a look that says "please, I beg of you"

"I'll think about it" you glanced at her as you jotted down notes for tomorrow's class

"yeah, you'll think about it after a million years" she goes to your side and leans on the wall looking at you

You shut your eyes while you're holding both of your hands in front of you

You know she won't stop bugging you until you say "yes"

"Girl- please, this is Corroded Coffin! not anyone is lucky enough to be on their first music listening party!"

"Can't you bring someone who is dying to get there?" you mocked your reply to her as she rolls her eyes

"They don't matched my vibe and besides I love your company!"

"I may be loud, only to you but in that zone? I'll be sitting alone in the couch throughout the night"

She scoffs "Oh, please, you're so very well spoken once you get comfortable with the person you're talking to"

"it's not an immediate connection! I've had to warm up to them first" you say as your keyboard makes clacks sounds as you type at the background as her eye twitches in annoyance

"But-"

"It's lucky when something else sparked" you narrow your eyes at her as she huffs

"Come on! Please?!? it's only a few days left and we're gonna go home to Hawkins and we haven't tried or experienced something like this!"

You sigh without looking at her as you turned your head at her as she softly chants "please, please, please"

Wouldn't it hurt to have some fun for once?

"Alright! Alright fine! I'll go with you!"

"Yes! I knew you would come to your senses" She happily jumps and she hugs you and you chuckled as you roll your eyes playfully

"I'll go ready my outfit and you should too!" The smile is still intact to her lips as she takes her leave goes straight to her closet

You're so indecisive

You're so indecisive that you can't pick an outfit

"Oh my god, you've been staring at those three outfits for an hour!" Alexis exclaims at you in the reflection as she puts Velcro rollers over her hair

"Let me think"

"No- you can't think when you can't decide!"

"You're not helping, Alexis"

"Do you want me to choose for you?"

"No" you're staring so sternly at the two outfits

The colors are pretty much all black but the one outfit is a set of leather tube top and skirt with fishnet stockings and some edgy accessories, the next outfit is very dainty-ish top because of the ruffles all over the neckline with black ripped jeans, and lastly, it's literally the one you've been staring hard for too goddamn long

It's a black velvet dress, it screams "femme fatale" but still remains the elegance of the dress, it got a nice trim over the edges and it will fits you so well, it's a bit short since it ends just above your knees

The thing is that

The chest part design? is too revealing, it's a. cute strap sweetheart top and maybe, you'll be so overdressed since not only that is your problem

It's also backless

"If we come late to this party because of you, god- I forgot how hard it is for you to pick an outfit" she takes the cap off from the lipstick liner as she outline her lips, she's still talking to you at the reflection of the vanity mirror

You're thinking a lot of it deeply until you remembered something

You have this black glittery short blazer and this will be perfect with your black Stiletto Black Ankle Strap Pumps

"Wait- I got it" you snap your fingers, you raised the dress that you picked and Alexis squeals in excitement

"Oh my gosh, you'll look so hot!"

You chuckled as you shake your head

"Okay, so, there's Jeff the bass guitar, Gareth the drummer and-"

She turns off the engine of her car as she recites the band members names again

"Eddie, the lead singer and guitarist, yeah- I know" you tug up a smile at the end as she beams at you, she claps her hands

"Well, look at you! you remember it!"

"Of course, I remember it, you keep yapping about them all day to me"

You both get out of the car as she rolls her eyes at you, she locks the car as both of your heels starts clicks the pavement

"Do you listen to their music?"

"I did"

"I thought you didn't like that kind of music"

"Alexis, I just don't have the time to listen to it that doesn't mean I don't like it"

"But you did listen to it?"

"Some of it, yeah"

"It's really good, right?"

"Yeah, it is"

Once you both got in the front, the door swings open a curly short haired boy with red checkered vest and a black denim pants happily greets

"Hey there, baby!" He opens up his arms as your bestfriend rans into him

"Gareth!"

"How are you?"

"I'm good"

"Let me take a look at you"

"You're so stunning!"

The boy is grinning very widely at your bestfriend as you watch them both with a small smile at your face and when you and him looked at each other, your bestfriend introduced you

"Um- Gareth, this is my bestfriend in college and my plus one"

"Oh, hello" he offers his hand for you to shake as you gladly accepted it as you say your name

"I think Eddie is going to like you"

"Excuse me?"

"Gareth! Don't start the traffic at the front door-"

He stopped when he saw his friend and you

"Oh hey"

You shyly wave at the young man behind Gareth

"This is Jeff!" Your excited bestfriend pulls Jeff out as they both share a laugh

You shake hands at Jeff "Nice to meet you"

"You too"

You're amused at how Jeff kicks Gareth inside as you both walked inside of the house

They act like silly little kids that you almost forgot that they're famous rockstars

Now, you can feel little by little that your shy demeanor is fading slowly

"Isn't that right? Jeff?" Gareth asks as he throws his arms around at your bestfriend

"Right about what?" Jeff stand beside you as he furrows his eyebrows at his friend

"That Eddie will like her" Gareth points at you and Jeff looked at you with both of his eyebrows raised

"Yeah, definitely" Jeff says with his eyes wide as you get even more confused why they keep saying that

"Where is he? anyway?"

"You know Eddie, he's always late" Jeff crossed both of his arms as he goes to the front facing the three of you

"Ladies, feel free to help yourselves at the food and drink at the table, I know y'all both starving" Gareth squeezes Alexis to his side as he joins Jeff walking into a different direction of the house, they both said they'll be back

"Okay, no wonder why you feel comfortable with them, I see, I get it now" you sigh as you smile in disbelief

"I told you so!" she giggles as she takes your hand leading you to the dining table

You both came in early, so, there's only a few people inside, there's a distant music playing at the background

Gareth is not lying to what he just said to the both of you that you just realized you we're indeed hungry until you eaten one of their meals

Ever since you started college, you haven't had a decent meal

Both of you are stuffed and full, you ask at the bar for a drink

"One bottle of Heineken, please"

"Me too!"

"Cheers to finding yourself a boyfriend"

You snorted but you shrugged "I guess, cheers to that then?"

"I haven't told you where I met them, so, I first met Gareth at a convenience store and I don't know something really else clicked between the two of us, so, we hang out and then he gave me an invite"

"So, this is the man that you're talking about since last week?"

"Yeah"

"And you're officially his girlfriend"

She blushes "yes"

"Wow" you take a swig of your drink as you turn away from your bestfriend

"What is it?"

"I'm happy for you, I really do, but it seems so fast?"

Before she can reply, "You know what, I'll stop being protective, I'm just concerned- that's all"

She smiles at you as she nods to your words

"You're just like him"

"Like who?"

"Eddie"

Oh, there goes that name again

"What about him?"

"He's a really really nice guy, I'm not even kidding! he's also a gentleman"

You piqued an interest to that as your bestfriend Alexis smirks at the look that you just gave her

Gareth calls out to her name but Alexis hesitates to leave you all alone

"You can go ahead"

"Are you sure? I don't want-"

"I'll be fine, Alexis, just also look out for yourself, okay? go have fun"

She sadly smiles as she hugs you before she left and went to his drummer boyfriend

You deeply sighs as you finish your drink, you decide to take a look around the house

The guests are growing bigger and bigger as you started strolling around in the place

Every inch of the house feels so expensive, it's spacious, the white and gold furniture and the paintings all over across the room, you like how it styled

Much to your fascination, you bumped over the person whose quickly running that you fall back down on the floor

"Shit, my bad- I am so sorry" he reaches out for you to hold his hand

You clutch at your chest and winced at how hard it is but you dismissive your hand anyways and took his hand

"I'll survive, don't worry about it" you give him a small smile as you got back up on your feet

The male chuckles, you take him in, his hair is long brown curl locks and slightly long bangs and he's wearing a black Ray-Ban sunglasses and a pair of Metallica muscle tee and leather pants and black boots

"Why are you in such a hurry, anyway?" You ask him, you dusted yourself off

He ignores your question instead he ask you this "Would you accompany me in there?"

You tilt your head at him and looked over the crowded room

"I-I wouldn't-"

"Please, it would mean so much to me?" he opens his arm for you to hold but you still hesitated but sigh in defeat as you take it

On the way there, he speaks up again

"Did you come here alone?"

"Uh- no, my bestfriend from college, Alexis, used her plus one on me, I think you knew her already"

He chuckles again "Oh yeah, Alexis, she's a fun gal, I didn't know that she has fine bestfriend"

You knit your brows together, the moment he turns to look at you and he smiles, you became shy under his gaze

"Have you met everyone?"

"Yeah, I met Jeff and Gareth, they're cool but-" you replied to him and you notice some of the guests that you both passed while walking are waving at him

Who is this person?

"I haven't met Eddie" you say as you watch him open the doors

The moment the both of you step inside and the people roared in cheer, you startled by the joyous screams of all the guests

He laughs as he turns around back at you and takes his glasses off

"You already met him, darling"

Oh my god

Oh my fucking god

Why are you so clueless? You've been with him?!?

He's THEE Eddie Munson?!?

You're stunned and your mouth is agape as you stare at him in shock

He smirks as he places his Ray-Ban sunglasses on top of your head as he hold the tip of your chin raising it slowly to meet his gaze

"I'll see you later, sweetheart" he winks at you as he turns his back at you leaving you completely speechless

You know Corroded Coffin

Of course, you know the band name members

Yes, you listen to their songs

But

You didn't watch their music videos that's why you have no idea what they're look like

You're so occupied with your set of tasks that you didn't have the time to look at their faces

There, you see him again, talking to somebody else as he glances at you wiggling his fingers as you cupped your mouth in embarrassment as you shyly wave at him

He chuckles as he goes back talking to other person

Alexis pulled your hand in the corner as you both giggled to each other

"Girl- oh my gosh, you did not just come in with Eddie!"

"I have literally no idea! Alexis!"

"See? I told you he'll like you!" Gareth came into her side as he holds a drink into his hand as he points at you

"He's probably not" you deny him as Gareth rolls his eyes at you

"It's clear as day that you came in with him!" Jeff exclaims

"I think he was just being nice because he accidentally bumped on me earlier"

Alexis covers her mouth as the three of them looking at the person behind you

"It's my fault, I know" he tuts as he slinks his arm around your waist, you're surprised at the sudden action before you can even look at the person behind you

You pursed your lips together as you look down

"Mind you if I steal her from you guys?" He pulls you to his side as your eyes go wide at your bestfriend

She raises both of her hands with her face that says "Sorry, I can't help you"

"Yes, by all means!" Gareth aggressively nods as he shoos the both of you away

Jeff flashes you an eat-shiting grin at you as Eddie starts walking while still holding you closely to him

"Uh- rude of me, by the way, I did not quite catch your name"

You tell him your name as he nods but not leaving you with a dashing smile

He walks you through his room and you suddenly immersed in it's glory

It's captivating and it's so like him

He closes the door behind him and you roam your eyes around the area

"Wow, your room is so amazing"

"Thanks, you know all of this I just saved a lot of money to get all of this stuff that I wanted- uh- what's your favorite part?"

You smile as you point out the biggest window, you've ever seen

"Oh, that" both of you walked closer to it

He sighs at the scenery outside "Same"

You took the sunglasses from your head that he placed before

He pushes your hand away and lets his hold linger in there

"Keep it"

One of the crew/staff member starts knocking at the door telling Eddie someone is looking for him and it's urgent

"Can you stay here until I get back? You can do whatever you want in here"

"Um, sure" you say and smile as you nod at him

Before he closes the door, "Don't go anywhere? Okay?"

You chuckled "I won't, don't worry"

It's been 45 minutes since he left as you glanced over the clock as you finished looking at his achievement wall and shelf, you shift on your stance as you decided to take off your blazer

You walked through his vinyl collections, you run your hands on it until you saw "Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" you picked it up and looked over the cover

You looked at the door for one last time

"I can wait for him" you shrug as you take the jacket off and holding the platter very gently as you placed it down and raised the tonearm needle and pressed the play button

A smile grows on your lips as you hear the familiar tune

Your head starts bopping and you sway your body into the song

"I'm sorry, I'm late, sweetheart" Eddie came inside of his room, finally, but you're so lost in the music

You didn't even hear the door click closed

You're about to see him behind you but you're still dancing into the song

Eddie's mouth slowly hanging open as he is so enthralled to what he is watching right now

You took the pin off from your hair updo as you shake your head slightly, so, it falls, god- his heart just dissipated

The soft smile from your lips, and oh so freaking gorgeous gorgeous dress and he just wanna take your hand and marry you right away

The moment you turned around you open your eyes, you saw him standing in there, you didn't see how he is so entranced by you

You laugh in shock as lovely gasp giggles that came out from your mouth as you held your chest and you threw your head back

The time felt slow as he just stands there

He never want this night to end

"Oh, you came back!" You say as your laughter died down

Eddie, come on, man, speak up, he blinks rapidly as he clears his throat as he shoves his hands into his pockets "Y-Yeah, I'm back" he winced at how he stuttered

"I hope you don't mind me playing one of your precious vinyls" you walk over through his vinyl player and you're about to stop the music until he grabs your wrists as he slowly reaches to hold your hand, you're now looking at him with your hair beautiful laying down on your shoulders

"Don't stop the music yet" he says as he beams up and tug you on the center of his room as you giggled in the process as he starts dancing with you

"My love is alive (woo)

Way down in my heart

Although we are miles apart

If you ever need a helping hand

I'll be there on the double

Just as fast as I can

Don't you know that there"

He takes you by his arms, he twirls you around, he held you close to his chest as he start making dance moves that will make your stomach hurt

He stares at you as you happily dance with a big smile on your face

He moves closer to you, you raised your eyebrows as he stops you from moving as he holds both of your forearms

Your eyes goes all over his face, you saw his eyes flit right back to your eyes and to your lips

He leans forward and then boom, he pulls you close to place a kiss on your lips, your eyes are wide but flutters shut as you cupped both of his cheeks as your lips moved along with his

The kiss was so soft and sweet until he walks forwards as you walked backward pinning you on the wall, he grabs you by the waist as you mewl into the kiss, you placed your palms over his shoulders as it slowly crossed your arms around his neck

He is now flushed into your body inhaling every scent of you, the both of you got out of breath as he starts suckling the skin from your neck and your collarbones

You tug at his hair as he groans, the music behind is now ignored and coming to an end, you hum at the sweet spot that he found earning a moan out of you

"Oh, you sound so good" his voice is suddenly deeper and lower than before

He caged you in the middle as he plant his palms on either side of your head as he licks his lips as he looks at you from up and down

You looked at him with those sickening eyes that he can't wait to see it squeezing shut from pounding at you so hard

You reached at his tattoos as you traced your fingers at them, he watches you intently, a sudden confidence went through you as you think of something

"Maybe, your friends will be looking for you?" You say without making your voice sound like a honey-glazed tone, you look over to his shoulder as he turns his head around it

"Nah, they won't be needing me-"

He stopped talking when he felt you putting something inside on his pocket

You smirked at him as he gotten amused as he reaches down and turns out to be your black laced panties his eyes almost bulge out of his skull as he raised it in front of you

You bat your eyelashes on him acting all coy and innocent as he bits his bottom lip

"Real smooth, princess"

"I don't know what you mean by that"

He scoffs as he chuckles while shaking his head, he clicks his tongue at the sight of you

He caught you off guard when he carries you by the hip, you shrieked at the action immediately as you wrapped your arms around his neck his free hand swiftly taking off his pants

Carrying you got your dress riled up in the process as he didn't waste a minute any longer, he didn't give you a time to adjust as he enters your hole and you feel him pulsing inside of you, you take a sharp breath as you close your eyes as you throw your head back

"Jesus fucking christ" he grunts as he starts from a slow pace until it becomes quicker

Making you a cockdrunk mess as you clench around him, you moan when he starts to get rougher, you hold him close tightly making him rest on the crook of your shoulder

You whimper "E-Eddie, oh- you're good" you kiss him again surprising him as he gladly kisses you back but this time it was more lustful and desperate as your both of your teeth clashed

You're sliding up and down against the wall as he fucks you deeper making you gasp as he hit the spot both of you are heavily breathing as Eddie's contorts into pleasure, the way your cunt swallowing him so easily is driving him nuts

"You're so goddamn wet" your breath hitches as you crossed your legs around his waist

He sheaths once more until you screamed as you came undone

You pant as he carries you again leading you into his bed, he takes himself out of you making you whine on the feel of emptiness, the male laugh as you huff and puff at him

He takes off your heels and his muscle tee, you used your elbows to move backwards at his bed

You're in awe at him completely naked in front you as he leans down his fingers playing the hem of your dress his eyes are asking for a permission as you hold a finger up

He watches you as you start to take off your dress, he gulped when he saw how absolutely eternal you are

All is bare on display for him

Only for him

Your shy demeanor came back when he looks at you like that but he removes that as he starts to kiss you once again, you yelped as you kiss him

While kissing you he is now positioning himself between your legs as he lets himself inside of you again

You moan into his mouth as he starts to goes lower until he's on your chest he places love marks all over it

He held your hips as he pounds into you harder, your mouth making an "0" shape as he smirks

Your cunt squelch as he pulls himself in and out of you, he pulls you down earning a high-pitched moan from you as he raised your one leg and as he plunges himself inside of you making your back arched

"W-where do you want me, sweets?" He says as he growl when you start clenching at him again

His eyes went bigger when you changed the position, now, you're on top of him

You move your hips keeping up the pace as you watch his eyes rolled squeezing it shut

"Inside of me, I need you to fill me up" it's the only you managed to say

He doesn't know if his mind playing tricks on him

Did you really say that to him?!?

Eddie became frantic as he can't bust inside of you just yet as you grin at him evilly

You roll your hips as your moan become louder and louder as Eddie starts to squirm beneath you

"Fucking hell, yes, use me- j-just like that" he reveled as he sits up holding you and pulling you closer to him

He kneads your breast as he watches you touching yourself down below making him groan

The bodies slapping is the most unholiest that you ever heard in your life as you kiss him while your hands went through his hair, you got him distracted by the sudden sweet sensation

As you can feel your body shaking and the heat forming and building up, he shudder when you pin him down on the bed, the mattress springs starts to squeak as you fuck him

Oh, he is a goner

You screamed in pleasure as he shoots his load inside of you, he didn't let you down as he fills you up into the brim, you can feel it dripping as you collapsed at him

Your whole body is spent as he chuckles lowly

You softly moan when he still fills you up as he moves his hips

Both of your body feels sticky from the sweat but you didn't mind and neither does he

You start to wobble as you remove yourself from his laying beside him as he smiles lazily at you

You gave him a sweet loving smile at him

"Was I good for you?" you ask him he doesn't missed the way your eyes flashes with wonder

He raised both of his eyebrows with a look that says "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I-I don't know what you, what you did, but you did it, girl, see- normally I don't stutter but you d-d-do it to me!" He loses it, he got frustrated to fix his words as he let it be

Ever since he laid his eyes on you, he is staggered by your beauty

You crack up a laugh that he wishes he could hear it forever as he pulls you beside him

You both stayed like that for a while as you can feel your heavy eyes begging for you to go sleep, Eddie slipped off of you as he wore his boxers and pulls in his drawer a clean cloth

He opens the blanket as he takes care of you nicely, you're appalled, really, you've never had this level of intimacy before, you blushed

He saw your face as he smiles, "You're so adorable, baby" he chuckles as you hide your face with both of your palms

He brings back the blanket to cover you as you went into your side again

He kisses the top of your head as you wrapped your arms around him

He massages your scalp as it lulled you to sleep as you drift away

Meanwhile, Eddie, saw a shooting star as he looks at his window, says a prayer and hope it comes true

You woke up in the morning and you're still in the same position as it was before, he holds you close to him, you stare at him, he is so pretty with his long eyelashes and specks of freckles across his face

You take his arm off of you carefully, you slide off from the sheets as you picked up the discarded clothes all over the floor as you start dressing up

You saw your reflection in the mirror

Wow, damn, you didn't really who were you last night

There's something about him and that made you feel, you sigh in content with a smile on your face

You saw what time it is as you quickly put on your heels but before you headed out to the door

You smile so fondly as you placed a kiss on his lips and into his cheek, you giggle quietly when it leaves a mark because of your lipstick that you put on earlier

But, of course, you kept his sunglasses

"I wonder what's gotten to them" Jeff sips his coffee as he writes a new song for the band

Gareth chows down his favorite cereal, it crunches as he speaks "I think I heard someone left earlier in the morning but maybe that's just-"

Both of them can hear the loud pats of his barefeet as he runs quickly into the kitchen, even they're aware of his incoming presence, they both still get startled by him

"Where is she?!?" Eddie's voice starts cracking up like someone killed his loved one, he appears with his maroon robe

"Who?" Jeff takes a full gulp from his coffee as he analyzes his friend

Gareth still munching onto his cereal as he furrows his brows in confusion

"Her! Th-The girl with Alexis yesterday!"

"Oh, her" Jeff flashes a teasing wink to Eddie as his face drops in annoyance

"I think she left, Eddie"

"When?"

"Earlier in the morning, I heard the front door and gate opened"

Eddie starts pacing around at them back and forth, Gareth and Jeff eyes followed him as they both looked at each other because-

Eddie is only behaving like this when he doesn't have no idea for D&D campaign, when he can't write a song or when something happened to his beloved guitar

"I-I need to see her again, I can't- I have to- I want to see her" he rambles into his friends

"Man, are you alright?" Jeff asks him as walks over through him with his arms crossed

"No, I am not- I just really want to see her-"

"Gareth, do you have Alexis phone number?"

He nods but his expression changed as he remembers something, he even stops mid-chew

"Oh god, what does that mean?!?"

"She told me that they're going home"

"Home?!? Where?!?"

"She doesn't say, dude, they're college students, I think they're just here for it"

Eddie's eyes became glassy as he goes down and sat on the floor

Jeff slowly turns his head to Gareth with a face "Are you seeing this?!?"

"My life is over"

The line alone grabbed the both men's attention to him

"It's over, I'm finished!" He throws his hands up as he runs his palms through his face

Jeff squatted down in front of him as he hesitates at first but went it with it anyways as he placed his palm over his shoulder

"What happened?"

"She changed the game, Jeff"

"Ah" he shows a knowing look to Eddie making him huffed as rocks back and forth

Whining as to why you left all so sudden?!?

But, he knew you'll left sooner or later but not like this?!?

He has literally no idea where you from, he doesn't have any single contact that he can reach you, the worst fact is that

He doesn't even know where you are

Do you think of him like this?

Did you like him? Or was it just a one-night stand with you?

Do you also hope that you both shared the same feelings like as he did?

Do you wonder what he was doing after last night?

3 weeks had passed

A frown is evident on your face, but, sure, you already knew the moment you stepped on that line, you shouldn't be surprised when tabloids and it's all over the news about the headline

"A player rockstar"

You we're elated with him and your mind won't shut up thinking about him all the time ever since that night

It couldn't get any worse when you overheard other people talking about him, the radio, the television, the posters that are smacked every inch of the building you passed through, the billboards you saw, he is everywhere, everywhere you go, everywhere you went, even if you're so far away from him now, you can't never avoid him if you try

A part of you hoped and wished that he somehow also felt what you feel for him

You cursed through your breath when you forgot to left a phone number but you trash that idea since

He never asked for it

So, you left

"You wonder where he is now, huh?"

"Hmm?" You say as you play with his sunglasses that he gave to you

"Don't play coy with me, you know who I'm talking about" she saids as she takes a sip from her coffee

"He's probably with someone else now"

She scoffs as she leans down to narrow her eyes at you "Well, the people say he might be a player but you know all of this junk is false, you know they twist their words to make it sell, right?" She throws the clippings away from you as you released a deep sigh

A hope in your eyes are noticable as she smiles softly at you "How about you and Gareth?"

"We're doing great but we decided to take things slowly for a while, I took your advice"

"No, I shouldn't said anything"

"But I'm glad you did and you we're right"

You tug up a small smile on the corners of your mouth

"This isn't about me, it's about you, I may not knew Eddie that a lot but when he lets you hold him and didn't want you to stop to care for him? He is so madly in love with you"

"There you go again feeding my delusions"

"Look, I'm serious, just listen, Eddie loves you and you'll thank me later"

You let out a small chuckle "Okay, Alexis"

"There's someone for you at the phone" Jeff went into the studio room as he watches his friend tuning his guitar

"Who?" He asks

"Elizabeth?"

Oh

Oh, he remembers her all right, but he cringed as he looks at his friend as he slowly stands up and placed his guitar on the stand as he whispers

"Tell her that I am not home"

"Well, I'll be damned, that's the 4th girl that you just dismissed!" Gareth throws the music sheets as it flies everywhere making a mess as Eddie glares at him

"I don't want them in my life anymore"

Jeff studies his friend as he realizes that he is sooooo determined to see you again, if only, he can see you again

He knows that his friend won't stand for it, he won't stay still, he ain't gonna calm down until he reunites with you again

"Right, so, you just met some girl-"

"He is not some girl, Gareth"

Gareth knows he is already pissed, so, he held his hand up in surrender

The phone rings again and Eddie thinks it's the most annoying sound ever as the ringing tone bleeds through his ear

He stands up fast as he yanks the phone wire ending up breaking it as his friend's watches in shock as he threw the telephone across the room

"W-Why did you do that?!? That could be important!" Jeff walks over to the destroyed telephone as he goes to the kitchen awaiting for the next ring and Eddie is about to- but he stops him by holding his chest

He picks it up as he answers, "Hello?"

Jeff pinches his nose bridge as he grimaces at Eddie who is now wearing a smug look on his face

"Well?"

"It's Josephine"

Jeff is about to end the call but Eddie snatches the phone as he spoke

"Hello, dear, I'm sorry but stop trying to call me, Goodbye, don't ever call me again" he slams the phone back on its place

His voice is still remains the softness but it's firm dictating the words very clearly

Jeff raises his eyebrows he thought he'll screech at the young woman over the telephone but he didn't, he just politely declined whatever the girl wants

"Dude, look at him! Not a fucking single regret on his eyes" Gareth gestures his hands as he points out to Eddie

"I'm gonna throw out any phone if someone else tries to call me again, there's no player in me anymore, a-and it was dead ages ago!"

"But the media still thinks that you are" Gareth snorts but Jeff pokes his stomach with his elbow

"That's all some crap that they made up"

"What makes you think she'll believe you?"

"What?"

"If you ever encountered her again"

"Then I'll say the truth and that's the only night that I ever slept with someone for so long and I wouldn't join anyone in a bed or in a freaking house that isn't her"

Jeff nods along with a enigmatic smile on his face as Eddie shakes his head at him but he smiles

"I also wonder Alexis been doing, I haven't talked to her for a month?"

"Didn't you say they lived in a province? Or like a small cities?"

"Yeah? They could be everywhere in the world?!? I think she forgots to mention the name of their town, but wait- I think I saw her I.D hanging around her neck once, I took a glimpse on it"

Gareth pulls his brows together as he tries to remember the memory

Jeff and Eddie looks at him waiting for the anticipated answer

"Indiana? I don't know what part in Indiana?"

Eddie claps both of his hands, "we should make a tour over there and convinced our manager to make it happen"

"Why didn't you say this before?"

"Hey, Don't take this on me! I only just remembered it! y'all should be thankful that I can recall it"

The phone rings once again and Eddie is ready to yeeted it out of the window

Both of the men panicked as they rushed to Eddie to stop him by breaking another phone

"No- Eddie!"

"Stop!"

The boys we're surprised that their idea is acceptable

They toured on every part in Indiana, even he needs to rest and he needs to sleep but every show they did before and after, he never stopped looking for you anywhere

He has turned the whole places of Indiana upside down just to look for you

He finds nothing

No, sign of you anywhere

But, he's not giving up hope, he would rather die just to be with someone who isn't you

He would never ever date or marry someone else that isn't you

Eddie is now starting think that you might be not a human being after all, maybe, you're just this angel that came down or even a magical entity that came into his life and that's why you disappeared all of the sudden

He thanks himself for being so attentive with your friend Alexis as she talks about you to him before, you sounded so wonderful with her stories but meeting you in person? It's more fantastic

He went every record store in the place, he grows sadder when some other places didn't have any, he knew that you liked his vinyl collection, so, he supposed that somehow you we're there looking at the records

But as always the result is none

He is rooting for the last place that they'll visit

Even you don't want him anymore, he'll still be happy just to see you again for one last time

A bunch of youngsters are awestruck of the café that you and Alexis usual spot to hang out

"Do the people of Hawkins just finally realized that the coffee is good there or what?" Alexis says as she clutches her purse tightly as you both approach a sea of people

"What are they screaming about?"

Some adults overheard you as they replied "A rock band just visited our town are having a show at Hawkins High"

Your eyes light up of what you just heard "A rock band? Really?"

"Oh my god, me and my bestfriend went there to highschool together!"

"We have to grab a coffee, first, Alexis"

"I already feel so energized! I wonder who it is"

You murmur "Excuse me! We're passing through"

You both finally made it inside as you take your orders

Unbeknownst to you, a certain man on the other side is also drinking coffee

That's where all the noise coming from

A familiar laughter shoots through his core, oh boy, he felt weak in the knees as he heard it again

Despite the crowd being so loud, he still heard it

He thought was only hallucinating but he heard it yet again

Eddie turns around almost drops his cup of coffee as he shakily breathes

There you are with Alexis as you're about to leave as you take your coffee and a small paper bag

But, as soon as he gets up, the people are starting to get frenzy as the bodyguards couldn't handle the situation

He is stuck with all of the fans surrounding him

God, he is like fighting with his life at this very moment

He tries to walk ahead but no to avail as many people are dying to get close to him

Jeff and Gareth are politely telling people to give them personal space and to back off

They both follow their friends gaze as Jeff put hands over his head as Gareth eyes softens that he saw his girl again

"Please, don't leave!" He yells as he puts his hands on either side of his mouth as he shouts for your name

Making the crowd went completely silent, the rest of the people follow where he's staring at as you can hear the distant whispering

You froze as you stop your tracks to that voice

The voice that you thought you couldn't hear again

"They're here, I-I can't believe it!" Alexis sobbed as he saw Gareth who is teary-eyed

Eddie finally made his way over to you slowly as the people watch him, you're just about to turn around to face him

The second you looked at his eyes, your body shook that you can swear that Eddie can see it that you're nervous and confused

There's a unreadable expression on his eyes that you've never seen before

Maybe, you avoid yourself for letting him in, for staying in denial

But, the truth is, you still love him

"Hey, sweetheart, it feels so nice to finally see you again" He breathy laughs as he pulls up wide smile as his eyes goes all over your face

Your hair is different, shaggy haircut but still long, you're wearing a baggy long sleeve shirt as he can see the peek of your sports bra strap and denim skirt, a pair of sneakers but as always, you looked prettier on every kind of style

He had some changes too, I mean- he is always stylish but you didn't expect him to be even more confident, he wore a freaking mesh tee that you can see through his tattoos, he is so insane for wearing it and leather pants with boots

All you wanted to do is to throw yourself at him but you have a respect for yourself

You don't want him to give the satisfaction that he wants, so, you remained the wall that you build up

"Hello" you nod as you plastered a fake smile

His expression changes as he saw that you weren't pleased to see him again

But, then again, of course, why would you be happy

"Fucking tabloids" he thinks to himself

The swarming fans went wild as they tried to get to Eddie

Eddie jerks his head at the backdoor as you turn your head at it even you think if this was a bad idea to let him get into you again

Still, you want him to talk

The bodyguards blocked the way, so, both of you can have a privacy, you heard the people talking about you

"Who is the mystery girl?" As they all say

Alexis gave you an encouraging smile and a hug before she left you with him

She glares at Eddie who swallowed nervously

He tails behind your back as you went outside, he closes the door blurring out all the noise inside

He doesn't even know where to start as you wrap your arms around yourself ducking your head down, his hands are itching to touch you

"Uh, how are you?"

"I've been good" you lie, you missed him

He nods but if this painfully short conversation ends up like shit, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself, so-

"After that night" he brings it up, you get tensed as you look at his hopeful eyes

"I-I think I'm in love you" he said without a single trace of doubt on his voice

Your eyes are glistening to his confession but you take a step back at him as you slowly shake your head

"Eddie, y-you have a quite a reputation" you laugh in disbelief as you tried not to breakdown and cry Infront of him

Does that mean he felt the same way? Like you did?

He knows what you mean by that and he is never proud of it

He doesn't have anyone who looked at him in the way that you looked at him

They only want him because of his rockstar personality but you?

You're aware that he's a big artist in the industry but you treated him like he always wanted to be treated

Is to feel seen and you just interacted him not only he felt the connection but also spiritually

Meeting you was the best refreshing moments of his life

"That's all the in past now, please, I need you and I want you, can you just listen what I have to say?!"

"Are you doing this because you're already tired all of the girls that you have? Am I going to be one of them? No-"

"I tried to forget about you!"

He curses himself when he saw the hurt expression on your face

"I tried, I really really tried, I woke up in that morning and I don't even know what you did to me! I can't seem to get you out of my head!" He takes a step closer to you

"After that night, I don't know what to do with myself like how am I going to see you again?!"

That's how much he misses you? the tears well up in your eyes

Your chest tightens as he moves closer to you as he held both of your forearms

"I woke up every single morning and you're the only one who runs through my mind" he says to you very softly, a voice sounds so small and vulnerable

He cradles your cheek as swipes the fallen tear that runs down

You still haven't responded to him as he kept on going

"I'll give whatever you want, just say something, whatever you need, I'm going to give it to you and I guarantee that you'll be happy and I won't ever make you cry and feel hurt, we'll be together" he pauses as whispers the last line

"I-If that's what you want, if you'll have me" he rests his forehead against yours

"W-What a-about the girls?"

"Those days are over, baby, I only want you nothing more"

You quietly sniffle to his another confession as you look straight into his eyes

"And even you don't want me, I'll fucking die alone"

"Eddie- I"

"Also that night, I've never been with anyone else for so long that it feels like an eternity but when I met you, god, you change me, you put me on like I've never felt before and I still need more, I need you and I want you in my life permanently!"

It's true, his eyes fixed on you as he gauges for your reaction and verdict

"Sweetheart, I-"

You slam your lips over to his as he hums while kissing you back

Gosh, you both missed this

He cuts it off as he furrow his brows at you, looking at you in confusion

"Is that a yes?"

You let the happy tears fall as you hug him "Yes, Eddie, I love you"

You embraced him as you bury your face on his neck as you stand on your tippy toes

He sighs of relief as he carries you and circles you around as he pulls you back to kiss you once again

"I love you too so much" he says as you finally saw the glint of adoration on his eyes that you're terrified to see before

This time, he won't be worry not seeing you again

Because you'll stay forever with him on his side

Like you always wanted in the first place <3

[entitled-fangirl]

The misaligned stars.

Remus Lupin x Original Character x (past)Regulus Black

Summary: The golden trio knocks on the door of someone who can help them with the Slytherin locket.

Warnings: talks of death, drowning, death eaters, not bad

A/N: It is so hard to try to summarize who liked who and who's related and shit, so good luck.

Masterlist

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Hermione knocked on the door of the small house.

It was Dumbledore's idea- going to the house of Cassiopeia Malfoy.

But Dumbledore was gone, and now it was up to the trio.

The door opened slowly. 

A small woman with the infamous white Malfoy hair peered through the crack. "H…Hello?"

Hermione gave a small smile, "Hello. We're looking for Cassiopeia Malfoy."

The woman's eyebrows furrowed, but her voice remained quiet, "What do you want with her?"

Harry stepped forward, "We have some questions. About this." 

He held up the fake locket.

Even Ron noticed the widening of her eyes and the quickening of her breath.

"…Come in."

…

The woman set down four cups of hot tea and sat in one of the chairs of the living room. "How did you know I knew about this?"

Ron piped up, "Kreature mentioned you."

Her head tilted, "Kreature? Kreature talked about me?"

"Yeah," Harry chirped as he took a sip of the tea. "He said you took the locket. To keep him from getting hurt."

"That's true," she said. "I couldn't leave him like that. Everyone knows where the Black house is. I could hide it away and no one would know."

"Hide it?" Hermione asked. "What's your connection to the Blacks?"

"My connection?" She almost scoffed. "I am a Black. Somewhat."

The trio gave each other confused looks.

"Oh. You… you didn't… I didn't… um…" Her eyes widened as she looked away.

"You knew Sirius. He said that." Harry said. "Did you… marry him?"

The woman gave out a laugh, "Merlin, no!" She pushed a strand of her curly hair behind her ear. "No, no. Sirius and I were wonderful friends, yes. But, no. I was married to Regulus."

"You married Regulus Black?" Hermione asked in shock.

"I didn't know he was married," Ron quirked.

"That was the point," Cassiopeia said. "After… after James and Lily died- the day they died- Regulus and I married."

"While you were still in school?" Hermione asked again.

"Yes," she said. "We loved each other so much. But, we feared that something could happen to us, and we married that day. If we were to die, we wanted to be married first."

"That's romantic," Hermione sighed.

"That's bloody ridiculous," Ron scoffed.

"Ronald!" Hermione scorned.

"No, it was." Cassiopeia said. "But, it worked. Regulus died not long after and… I still carry the name."

"Cassiopeia… Black?" Harry asked.

She nodded. "But no one else knows that." 

She snapped out of her thoughts, "Right. The locket."

Harry gripped it in his hand, "Locket? I thought it was just a pendant."

"Oh, no." She said. "A locket. But it holds something wicked inside."

"The horcrux." Hermione chimed in.

"Yes. A horcrux. Let me… um…" She stood and disappeared into one of the side rooms of her home. They heard the sound of digging in one of the drawers before she appeared again, "Here it is."

In her hand, a horcrux of Lord Voldemort dangled delicately.

Harry held a hand up to his forehead in pain.

"It was the last thing Regulus did- getting this, I mean." She stated.

Ron held out his hand, taking the locket in his hand. "What happened exactly?"

"It's complicated. You know how to destroy a horcrux?"

Harry shrugged, "No, but we intend to find out."

"Well, if surviving in that cave is any indication, I'd say you three can figure it out."

Her words provided little comfort. 

Harry moved forward in his seat, "I know I'm simply prying but-"

"-But how did he die?" Cassiopeia guessed.

Harry nodded.

"He was drowned by the Inferi."

"He died IN the cave?" Harry asked.

She nodded, sipping her tea again. Her voice was barely heard, "yes."

The three noticed the shaking in her hands.

"Please. Tell us what happened?" Hermione pleaded.

She sighed and set the cup down, "Regulus was a calculated man. He knew what he was doing. He gained the trust of the Dark Lord. He was… he was in the higher ranks. But when Sirius was charged falsely for betraying your parents, Regulus knew the truth and vowed to find a way to kill Voldemort. He… discovered the horcruxes and… well…"

Harry nodded and opened his mouth to say more, but paused when he heard the front door open and a familiar voice ring throughout the home, "Sophie?"

Cassiopeia turned her head to look over her shoulder, "I'm in here, love."

The trio felt the air leave their lungs as Remus Lupin rounded the corner.

He paused, "Oh. Harry, Ron, Hermione. I didn't… I wasn't expecting you three."

He stepped toward the woman and placed his hands on her shoulders, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, Harry is just here to ask about Regulus."

Remus nodded, "I see."

"I'm so sorry," Hermione chimed in. "I have to ask…"

Cassiopeia sighed as her cheeks turned red, "It's a… newer development. Things have been hard for us as of late, and… we find… solace in each other."

They both loved a Black brother.

And both of those brothers were dead.

Remus nodded and bent down to kiss the crown of her head. "I'll make supper. You three stay tonight."

"No, that's alright, Remus-" Harry said.

"-Nonsense." Remus chided. "It's dangerous for you three right now. Stay at least tonight. For me."

The three debated and communicated through their eyes before Harry nodded, "That would be lovely. Thank you."

…

It was relieving to Harry to finally get to see two people that truly loved each other interact in such a domestic state: making supper.

Their hands brushed occasionally and they shared a smile each time.

He couldn't help but stare.

Even as Remus pulled one of her arms towards him. She absentmindedly let him, immersed in her cooking. He pulled the sleeve of her shirt to her elbow and rubbed the faded dark mark that resided there.

She quickly turned to look at him.

He gave a sweet smile and gently kissed her wrist, then kissed her cheek.

She smiled and shooed him away.

…

"Why have you never mentioned her before?" Harry asked Remus after dinner.

The man sighed, "It's too complicated."

"Well, we have time." Harry scoffed.

"No, you need your rest. Sleep and we'll talk in the morning. I'll help you get anything you need for the road."

"Thank you, Remus."

"-Remus?" Cassiopeia almost whispered as she leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen.

Remus could feel himself melting at her tired eyes. "Yes, dove?"

"When are you coming to bed?"

His eyes flicked to Harry, then back to her, "In just a moment, darling, I promise."

She nodded and rubbed her eyes. She turned back to her room and muttered a quiet, "G'night, Harry."

Harry made a note of the light in Remus's eyes.

"Tell me." Remus concluded, "Did she tell you what you needed to know?"

Harry shrugged, "I mean…. I still don't know how to destroy it, but I have it now, and that's all I needed from her."

Remus nodded, and pulled his lips into a thin line in thought.

"I'm sorry," Harry piped up, "about Regulus. That must have been hard for her."

"You've no idea," Remus muttered. "She's always been a sweet soul. Even back at Hogwarts. Everyone loved her."

"How the hell did she end up marrying Regulus?" Harry asked.

"She was a Hufflepuff. The Malfoys were outraged. But Regulus managed to talk Lucius into keeping ties with her. After all, that was his sister. But… Regulus took an interest in her. Who wouldn't?" Remus leaned back in his seat, reminiscing out loud for Harry. "And they secretly dated for almost a year before we found out- me, Sirius, Peter, and your father. She ran around in some of our circles. Peter was infatuated with her. We teased him about it all of the time but Sirius would always get mad."

Harry felt a smile come to his face at the thought of his parents' time at the school.

"Regulus and Sophie were still in school, their seventh year when your parents died. Seeing Sirius accused and sent to Askaban. It sent Regulus into a tailspin. They were married after that."

"Yeah, she mentioned that."

"Well, Regulus came to the Order and offered information. We accepted. Not long after, we heard of his death."

Harry furrowed his brows, "But surely Cassiopeia would've stopped him from going, right?"

Remus ran a hand over his face and sighed, "No. He promised her he'd take her… to ease her spirits. But he left in the morning before she awoke. Left her a note. And never came back." He chewed on his lip before continuing, "She didn't find out what happened until Kreature came back and told her."

"And… the dark mark?"

"Ah, yes. Um… She joined when she was dating Regulus. It was to please everyone's families so they could be married. But, she wasn't ever loyal to Voldemort. And Regulus didn't make her attend meetings. He couldn't bare to corrupt her like that."

The boy who lived was finally starting to understand. "And you two…"

Remus chuckled, "We used to be wonderful friends at Hogwarts. Studied together. Never any romantic feelings. Wasn't until after Sirius died that we grew attached to each other."

Cassiopeia appeared in the doorway again, her hair awry this time and wearing pajamas, "-Remus? You promised." 

"And so I did, Sophie." He stood and walked to her, taking her waist in his hands gently. "Good night, Harry. We'll talk in the morning."

Harry could hear the two wandering down the hall as Remus cooed, "Let's get you to bed, sweet woman."

It made the boy's heart happy.

In another world, he thought, they'd be beyond happy.

He flipped the locket over and over in his hand, lost in thought.

Cassiopeia Black. Hmm.

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[cierraonline]

the way ur so obviously hurt by the pazzi asks it's hilarious 😂😭😭

girl boo

Anyways I know this week has been hard for most of us due to the election results. But I just want to say as women we are powerful, fearless, and adaptable. We are not going to let this man and his clan break us because we believe in a future where every tear we have now is going to be the strength that helped us fight later on. Like Kamala said just because we didn't win this battle, doesn't mean the fight is over. We know who our opponent will be JD Vance once Trump is over and we know who our victorian will be Kamala Harris. So until these four years are over be safe, stay strong, and don't give up.

XXXXXX

Europe Special Part Two

Chapter four: europe special part two

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"We're in Croatia!" Aliyah cheers, her face lighting up with excitement for a brand-new day of exploring.

"Boss Lady, take a picture with me!" KK dashes over to where Sasha is standing with Azzi and Nika, grinning.

"You're going to be doing this all day, aren’t you?" Sasha says, looking down at the slightly shorter girl bouncing around with boundless enthusiasm—a quality she'd come to expect from the lively freshman.

"Yup!" KK suddenly hops onto the team leader's back, holding her phone out to capture their reflection in the elevator’s mirror.

"Kamorea?" Sasha asks, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

"Yes, bestie?" KK beams, still perched on the 5'10" young woman's back.

"Get off me," Sasha deadpans, wanting to stand up straight—and mostly not wanting KK to be clinging onto her back a second longer.

"I’m kinda comfortable, you know?" KK adjusts her arms around Sasha's neck. "I feel like this is bringing us closer, strengthening our bond—"

"Now."

"Yup, okay." KK jumps off without hesitation.

XXX

"I love to travel and study people. Each year we've come here, it’s been different." – Geno Auriemma, Head Coach

"Paige, where are we going?" Nika asks her best friend and teammate as the camera follows behind them.

"We’re about to go ziplining!" Paige replies, and they finish their little announcement with a playful spy pose, fingers pressed to their lips.

"That was corny," the camera pans to Sasha, laughing at her friends' dorkiness.

"So corny," KK chimes in.

"KK?" Sasha turns toward her.

"Yeah, bestie?"

"Back away from me," Sasha says, nudging her forward.

XXX

We start to see who takes on the leadership role and who wants to stay a follower. – Geno Auriemma, Head Coach

"It’s time to be honest with ourselves!" Sasha addresses the team, gathered in a huddle. "We... no, wait. Not we—you all suck at rebounding. You’ve been bad at it every year. Aren't you tired of it? Failing to rebound means you have to work harder at every other position on the court."

I don’t like the toughness of this team. I don’t. The only player here with real grit on the court is Sasha, but that's because she’s a perfectionist and thrives on competition. – Geno Auriemma, Head Coach

XXX

"Why are you crying, Q?" Sasha asks, walking over to a freshman on the bench, who’s quietly tearing up from a minor injury. "This isn’t high school. This is college and professional-level ball. Hits are harder, the game’s faster. You need to handle playing in these conditions because this is how it’s going to be from now on."

"Do I think they’re a good group? Yes. Do I think they get along? Yes. But that was the same as last year. Something has to change for us to have a different ending." – Chris Dailey, Associate Head Coach

Everyone who knows me knows I just want to play. It’s not about games in August and Europe; it’s about the national championship in April. – Paige Bueckers, Guard

XXX

"I refuse to go another year where the same five players are on the court for 40 minutes with no breaks while there's two or three rows of players sit on the bench," Sasha declares, looking firmly at her teammates and the coaching staff. "That’s why we got rid of some players. Our starters can’t slow down halfway through. Not anymore!”

There’s gotta be something worth all this that we’ve been through.– Nika Muhl, Point Guard

This is who we are. This is who I am. And because of that, our team will get an identity. – Geno Auriemma, Head Coach

XXX

"Geno says coaching is about teaching you all something meaningful. So, let’s go over our three priorities," Sasha stands in the middle of the huddle. "Nika, what’s the first focus?"

"Pick up," Nika responds, spot-on.

"Ayanna, the next one?"

"Guard your player."

"KK, the last factor?"

"When the ball is in your hand, you shoot," KK answers confidently—yet incorrectly.

"Inez, correct KK’s mistake," Sasha shakes her head, prompting.

"Shoot, pass, drive," Inez replies with the correct answer.

"KK, repeat it," Sasha turns back to the freshman.

"Shoot, pass, drive."

"Again."

"Shoot, pass, drive."

"When the ball is in your hand, what do you do?"

"Shoot, pass, drive."

“Each game we play over the next 12 days, we’ll be assessing and making corrections. For this game, I’ll be evaluating quick plays, and corrections will be given. If you can’t follow them, don’t expect to play in the next game," Sasha announces with authority.

On the sidelines, the coach and player duo of Sasha and Geno watch the action, analyzing players’ strengths and weaknesses. Right now, Nika has the ball, with three opponents close on her heels. Realizing she can’t make the shot with them so close, the Croatian player passes the ball to Aubrey, positioned nearby.

"Get a layup," Geno commands, and Aubrey successfully makes the shot. In the next play, Q manages a steal and has a clear path to the net. Sasha counts the seconds as she races across the court, measuring her speed.

"Good, Q!" The team cheers as the freshman scores.

"We need to get her moving faster, or at least able to take the shot from the two-point line," Sasha remarks to Geno, who nods in agreement.

"We’ll use this preseason to push them from a high school to a college level," Geno says, spotting a chaotic play forming on one side of the court. "Drive it!" he shouts, as Ashlynn Shade, one of the guards, hesitates with the ball. She quickly passes it to Aaliyah, who moves closer to relieve the pressure, but the opposing team intercepts, scoring a three-pointer.

"Ashlynn, go ask KK what we do when the ball’s in our hands!" Sasha calls to the player as she walks off the court. "I don’t know what that was out there, but I don’t want to see it again."

We have a lot of work to do. Some things were good—I think our transition offense was strong. The freshmen’s effort level is good. – Chris Dailey, Associate Head Coach

"Thank you, freshmen!" Sasha claps, acknowledging their quick plays, ball control, and long-range shots.

"It was so cool—our first game as Huskies!" Ashlynn says excitedly in an interview, with Quadence Samuels beside her.

"I know," Quadence responds. 

"It was exciting."

"I didn’t… I mean, I did and didn’t expect to play because I’m a freshman, and Sasha is intense. But when she called my name, I thought, 'Okay, here we go,'" Quadence adds with a laugh.

XXX

"Aubrey needs to work on ankle strength; if her knee shifted just a little to the left, her ankle would’ve snapped," Sasha observes as Aubrey completes a layup.

"Hey, Q, bring Aubrey over," Geno instructs the freshman.

"By March, Q needs to be a skilled, confident player. Right now, her instincts are strong," Geno remarks, watching her progress.

The freshmen who joined us in June stand out—they’re fearless. They don’t hesitate; they play, and they keep going. They want to learn, and that fearlessness is refreshing. – Chris Dailey, Associate Head Coach

XXX

"This is KK, a freshman," Caroline Ducharme, a guard, introduces her teammate with an arm around her. "She’s from Ohio."

"But..." KK shyly smiles.

"But she came from Wisconsin." On the court, KK skillfully makes a layup.

"What took you so long to make that layup?" Geno laughs, congratulating her.

"Sorry," KK apologizes, a bashful smile on her face as she walks to the bench.

"Jump by bending your knees, not by putting weight on your ankles," Sasha instructs as KK passes by.

"Okay, Sasha."

Every freshman class is different, and these three have a solid understanding of what’s expected of them. They’re gym rats—they love it. I was here Saturday afternoon, and it was just Sasha and Quadence, throwing shots and looking to Sasha for tips. They love to play, they’re competitive, and they’ll add so much because now no one has to play 40 minutes. Watching them is just fun. – Geno Auriemma, Head Coach

I don’t think there’s a way to describe the feeling when I was cleared. The first rush was pure joy, and then this overwhelming sense of satisfaction for working as hard as I have over the past 12 months. It’s changed me, made me grow up in so many ways. I’ve been counting down the days until I could play again. It’s gone by so fast, and yet it hasn’t. Finally hearing those words, it meant everything. Throughout the season, there was so much turbulence—a real roller coaster. Having to sit on the sidelines, watching and only being able to say things without actually being able to do them, is the worst feeling as a teammate and partner. You just want to play, help your team, support them when they’re struggling. Sitting out is one of the most painful things for an athlete. I just wanted to play in the NCAA tournament. – Paige Bueckers, Forward

Knowing Paige and how much she wants to play, I think it was a mature decision on her part. At her level, both on and off the court, there are always people trying to influence her. It’s my job to make sure the right people are in her ear, that she knows who has her best interests at heart versus those with their own agendas. – Geno Auriemma, Head Coach

"Go put on your knee brace," Sasha stops Paige from stepping onto the court.

"My knee’s fine, baby," Paige replies, unsure why she needs to put on the protective gear.

"Put it on, or you don’t step on the court," Sasha insists, turning her attention fully to her wife.

"But there’s nothi—"

"Now." Sasha’s tone is firm, brooking no argument.

"Yes, honey." Paige submits, heading to the bench where her knee brace is waiting.

"Are you going to do an interview for the special?" Geno asks, gesturing to the camera.

"Nope," Sasha shakes her head.

"Why not?"

"I don’t feel like talking about my basketball journey," Sasha shook her head. "It’s nothing but pain, misery, and pretending everything is okay. Meanwhile, inside, I’m wondering why I even get out of bed." With that, she walked away, heading back onto the court.

Sasha and I have been side by side since she was a little girl—she's honestly like my fourth kid. I've watched her through every milestone in life and basketball, and her journey hasn't been a pretty story. When I first met her, she wasn’t even let on the court—no one believed in her. But the moment she and her mother walked up to me, asking for permission to play in a youth boys' AAU game, I saw something special in her. With Diana, I had four years to create something magical. But with Sasha, we built something never seen before. By the time she hit double digits in age, she was already labeled an All-American. But to get there, she had to take some hard punches. There were plenty of times I was sure she was ready to quit the game for good. But one day, the tears stopped, and it was like a new fire was born in her. She got faster, smarter, and stronger, and I don’t think anyone was ready for it—I sure wasn’t. For those first few months, it was as if Sasha was teaching me as much as I was teaching her. Since then, we’ve never been apart. Her parents trusted me completely with her, and she’s lived with me and my family since she was eight, only going home for the holidays. Together, we’ve achieved what some players don’t reach until a decade into their careers. But it’s come with a heavy burden. – Geno Auriemma, Head Coach

"Some of the coaching staff say Sasha James is the heart of the team. No. She’s the heart of the women’s league." – Chris Dailey, Associate Head Coach

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[ddlcbrainrot]

I love how your mind works so much everything you say is canon now bc I said so.

Since you've done Monisuri, Moniyuri and Natsuri thoughts, do you plan on doing any other ships? Sayonika would be cool/nf

my mind is a cat, a red panda and a raccoon in a trench coat pretending to be human, or so i’ve been told so thank you

if people ask me to, then sure!

sayonika makes my brain go brrrrr and i stop thinking proper thoughts bc i love them so much every time i see them i just go hehehe so this is going to take a while bear with me

m…monika and sayori,… kithes…

ok but srsly, i think the reason i like sayonika so much is bc its a very versatile ship. You want cute best friends to lovers? Side stories are right there. You want angst fest, hurt no comfort with no happy ending? Base game is right there

If we are talking about base game, a lot of questions pop up. Like how did they even get together? (probably some time after the ending, maybe since both have gone through the epiphany they bond over that) Can they even be in a functioning relationship after the events of ddlc? (a functioning one? no lol, but maybe after a lot of work they make something special) Does Sayori ever forgive Monika? (surprisingly, yes after a long time. I actually can see her "forgiving" Monika right away, only for her to build up resentment over time and snap and so she realises that she needs to actually feel and process her feelings of anger and betrayal before she can forgive Monika) Does Monika forgive herself and lets herself be loved? (THERE IS NO WAY LMAO). So yeah, the main headcanon i have for them in base game is that Monika never fully forgives herself, no matter how much Sayori insists she forgives her. Because i love suffering.

Anyway lets step away from the sad sad world of base game and get to the happy stuff of side stories :D

So yeah, bffs that slowly realise they like eachother

I think ive mentioned this before, but they give off first sapphic crush/relationship vibes. if you know you know

Both had a hard time accepting they like each other bc both were like "shes too good for me..." (dumbasses)

Acting like a couple before even being together, im talking hand holding (how lewd...), cuddling, compliments, you name it

And when Natsuki would be like "you guys act so gay for eachother" they'd be like nnNnNoOoOo We're just gals being pals (dumbasses p2)

Who would confess? Probably Sayori. But only in a last resort situation. She'd be expecting to be rejected too. Surprise surprise being the kindest person alive gets people to like you who would have thought

PDA couple.

Sayori's physical affection and Monika's words of affection? You can't be around them without getting diabetes

Im not kidding when i say they would be the worst couple to be around. But like in a sweet way

Sayori steals Monika's clothes

They paint their nails the eye colour of the other person, so like Sayori paints them green and Monika blue

When one is having a bad day, the other gives little notes filled with cheezy puns throughout the school day to cheer them up, and they talk about whats bothering them after (sayori started this and it has become kind of a tradition)

I can keep going but if I do this will end up longer than the declaration of independence

[jenna0rtega27]

hi! I found you just a few days ago and i love your stories, love the way you write.. you're my comfort writer, really!

I kind of have an idea for a story and, if you can and want, i'd like you to write it.

So.

It's a fem!reader x jenna

R is an actress, jenna's coworker.

During a IG live, someone in the comments insults Jenna and Reader is sooo pissed off about it and she answers to the comment defending her with so much passion and "fire" that she ends up accidentaly confessing she's in love with the girl.

The video goes viral and R is ashamed and embarassed, she starts avoiding her castmates, especially Jenna, 'cause she's afraid to be rejected by the girl.

Bye!

Live IG

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Thank you for asking Jenna x F!Reader Summary: RequestWarnings: Maybe some drama but nothing alarming Thank you for your comment and your request. It means a lot to me to be your comfort writer. And that’s exactly why I write. I want to make people happy. And if it’s writing that can make people happy then I’m fulfilled. I love you all and thank you very much for all your support, it really warms my heart. Continue to send me your requests, I love reading you so much. Number of words: 1963

" Are you ready? »

" Yes I am ready. » You and Jenna are getting ready to do an Instagram live. Jenna is your work colleague but also your best friend. But the little brunette is also your biggest crush. But you never dared to talk to him about it for fear of ruining your friendship and that would be your biggest loss.

In short, like every Monday, you and your best friend do an Instagram live to be able to interact with your fans.

Jenna starts the live and you watch the first people to arrive.

"Hello everyone. » You have always loved with your fans. Without them you would not be where you are today.

Jenna sits next to you on the couch and your thighs touch. You try not to panic and blush at the proximity. Jenna's phone is hung on a tripod so she doesn't have to hold the phone.

“Ask us questions and we will try to answer them. »

Jen_Y/n: are you in a relationship?

“No, we’re just best friends. » Jenna replies with a big smile and taking your arm in hers.

“Yeah, we’re just best friends. » You try very hard not to show that you are hurt by Jenna's response. Even if you're not together, it hurts when your crush says you're just friends.

You've been live for 30 minutes now and there are over a million people watching you. You are always so intimidated every time there are so many people on the live show. Because you know that right now, lots of fans and even non-fans are recording you either to post it on their fan account, or to use it against you later.

As you read the comments, your jaw is picking at someone saying a lot of crap about Jenna.

User5647392948465: Jenna is so ugly. Plus it's too small. Y/n I don’t understand how you manage to be with this shit.

User5647392948465: Plus Jenna is so bad. She is literally the worst actress I have ever seen play. Take it off the set and send it somewhere else so that we never see it again and can never talk about it again.

You turn your head and see Jenna looking at the comment and you swear you saw a tear in your best friend's eye. Seeing his sad crush made you angry that you weren't able to remember what you were going to say next.

“Listen User thing, Jenna is the best actress I know. And she's not just the best actress, she's also the brightest, smartest, mentally strong and kindest I know. And she is the most beautiful woman on this Earth. And you know what, we're always going to talk about her. I will always talk about her because I am madly in love with this magnificent woman. »

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. But soon you realize what you just said and your eyes widen. Your cheeks redden with shame. You couldn't think of what you had just said. You have just admitted that you are in love with Jenna in front of millions of people but especially in front of the person who concerns her.

“I think we’re going to go.” It's starting to get late. Goodbye everyone and thank you for being there. We'll see you again soon for another live. Bye. » Jenna thanks and cuts the Instagram live. You remain frozen. You don't want to look at Jenna. You are sure she is angry with you. You just screwed up your relationship. She will never want to see you again.

“Y/n…”

" I have to go. » You get up without saying goodbye to Jenna and leave your best friend's house. Or ex best friend?

You run to your car and once inside you collapse. “But what a fucking cunt I am!” » You scream and hit the steering wheel, letting hot tears flow down your cheeks. You put your forehead on the steering wheel and scream.

“I’m just a big fucking bitch!” FUCK!!! » You continue to hit the steering wheel and you are sure that the next day your hands were going to have bruises from how hard you hit.

After 5 minutes, you notice that you are still in Jenna's driveway. You wipe your eyes and quickly leave for home. After 20 minutes of traffic, you arrive home. When you get home, you immediately head to your bed. You don't force yourself to change or eat. You go to your bed and continue crying until you fall asleep from exhaustion.

It's now been 3 days since the big reveal and your phone hasn't stopped ringing. Videos have been posted of you saying your declaration of love. You are so ashamed of yourself. Jenna sent you lots of messages and calls but you didn't respond to any of them. Even your friends sent you messages to see if you were ok. You make yourself sick thinking that Jenna will never forgive you. And you especially think that she is calling you to break up your friendship.

5 days now and you are still locked in your house. You still don't talk to anyone. You hardly eat anymore. All you do is watch TV and cry yourself to sleep. Every day you think of the little brunette who you miss so much.

Today it is raining heavily. The sky is gray, there is lightning and thunder. A bit like your feelings. It's 5 p.m. and you're listening to season 3 of Outer Banks while trying to forget about Jenna. But your mind is still focused on the little brunette.

After 15 minutes of the 1st episode, you hear someone knocking on the door. You huff in anger. All you want is to be quiet and cry for the rest of your life. So you let it go. The person will perhaps leave thinking that there is no one there.

But other blows are heard and louder than the first time.

“It’s okay, I’m coming! When someone doesn't respond, it's because they're either not there or they don't want to respond to you. » You say, getting up from the couch and going to open the door to yell at the person who is bothering you in your moment of sorrow.

But when you open it, you open your eyes wide, not expecting at all from the person right in front of you.

“Jenna?” » The little brunette was completely soaked. Her hair was stuck to her beautiful face and it was stained with her running mascara.

Without answering, Jenna pushed you and walked inside. You are surprised by her behavior and why she is here at your house. Jenna looked furious. And you hope it’s not because of your statement you made on your last Instagram live.

“Why didn’t you ever call me back when I texted you or called you?!” I was worried to death! » Jenna practically shouts at you.

“You know very well Jenna why I didn’t talk to you. » You say, looking at the ground and playing with the ring on your thumb.

“Well you should have called me back or at least sent me a message to let me know you wanted it!” Even your friends you didn't talk to them! »

“To tell you what Jenna?!” I'm sorry for ruining our friendship?! Sorry for developing feelings for you?! » Your anger was growing. You don't want to take it out on Jenna but you've been keeping your anger buried so much that you have to explode in front of Jenna.

“Our friendship has never ruined Y/n. » Jenna said more slowly as she slowly approached you. You look at her as tears flow freely down your cheeks.

“Jenna, I humiliated myself in front of everyone. And because of me, everyone is sending you the live video. » You respond sadly.

“Y/n I don’t care about this video. All I want is for you to be okay after this. When I called you and you didn't answer, or you didn't respond to my messages, I thought you were never going to talk to me again. I was so scared. » Said Jenna as she too had tears running down her cheeks.

You frown in confusion.

“Jenna, you should be the one pushing me away, not the other way around. It was me who humiliated you in front of over a million people. You have nothing to reproach yourself for. I should be the one to blame. I ruined our relationship. » Your last sentence is weakened by tears and the fear of losing Jenna.

“Y/n can I tell you something?” » You nod your head to continue. “I remember the first time we saw each other was on the set of X. The first time I saw you, I wondered who this beautiful, magnificent woman was. This woman with beautiful y/h/c to y/e/c. You looked so beautiful in this costume that made you look so sexy. » You feel your cheeks redden at Jenna's words. “I told myself that I have to go talk to him, otherwise I would blame myself for the rest of my life. And you know what? It was the best idea of ​​my life. Because I met a strong, intelligent, courageous and so kind woman. But above all very sexy. » You both laugh at the last comment. “And after filming X, we became best friends. But I was missing something. For a long time I wondered who I was missing. »

“And what was that? »

“It was you Y/n. Every time I saw you, butterflies flew in my stomach. Every time you smiled, laughed or spoke, I loved you more every day. But at first I didn't want to admit it to myself because I thought you were straight. But when I saw you defending me the other day, I knew in that moment what my feelings for you were. » Jenna steps forward and cups your cheeks in her hands. “I’ve been in love with you Y/n for so long. »

You don't believe your ears. Your crush for years confesses his feelings to you. You wanted to pinch yourself to see if you would wake up. But Jenna's thumbs gently caressing your cheeks brings you back to reality.

“I love you so much Jenna. You can't believe how much I love you. I've been waiting for this moment for so long. » You place your hands on his hips and rest his forehead against his. Jenna runs one hand through your hair and the other on the back of your neck and scratches your skin with her nails.

" Can I kiss you? » Jenna asks you looking into your eyes and doing the triangle technique. You do the same and accept immediately. Jenna leans towards you but you step back. The brunette looks at you confused but you place your lips on hers. You wanted to kiss him first.

The kiss is soft and slow. There is no language just pure love. Jenna's lips are exactly what you imagined. They are sweet, pulpy, they taste like cherries.

You continue kissing before pulling away for lack of air. Your forehead is pressed against Jenna's and you look at her lovingly. She looks at you the same way.

“Jenna would you like to be my girlfriend?” » You ask with a smile on your face seeing her smile after your question.

“Yes Y/n, I want to be your girlfriend. » You both smile madly before launching into a kiss that's a little more intense than the first.

For now, your life is filled with happiness.

Thank you and fuck you User5647392948465.

[violetasteracademic]

I saw a reddit post a while back talking about how “obvious” gwynriel is, with hundreds of upvotes and everyone agreeing, saying that it’s exactly how SJM sets up her love interests, and it makes me feel like a crazy person.

I agree that SJM is obvious with her couples, but for me the only logical obvious answer is elriel. The entire time I was reading the series it couldn’t have been more obvious, and all my irl friends feel the same. We didn’t even know gwynriel was a thing. They barely interact in the books, and even then it’s only vaguely friendly and mostly one-sided. Then I get online and see all of these people who genuinely believe it’s gwynriel that’ll be endgame and I can’t understand how we’ve read the same books.

This is the only reason I question elriel at all; am I somehow missing something? What the hell are these people seeing that overshadows elriel’s foreshadowing? I just can’t see it from their point of view, no matter how many theories or analyzing I read from them. I almost wished I could so that this ship war wouldn’t be so frustrating, but I just can’t.

Sorry to throw this rant at you, your posts and explanations are just very comforting and you explain things so well. I read them whenever I’m worried to assure myself I’m not crazy :,)

Hi sweet anon!

I certainly don't think you are crazy or missing anything, and I'm glad to know that some of my posts have brought you comfort. That is my one and only goal.

I've been getting more and more messages like this in my inbox, and I've been struggling with how to answer them because I've learned that a lot of my thoughts don't really fit in with the fandom at large. I don't mind that other ships exist. I have real life G/wynriel and E/lucien friends that are very chill and wonderful and not knee deep in the online fandom and don't think horrific misogynistic things. I stay out of spaces where I'm bound to see something hurtful, and I scroll so fuckin fast when I see the Elriel community screenshotting and reblogging bad takes cause I *don't wanna see it.*

I'm just a girl, and while I'm honored that this little weirdo's opinion has become of some value in this little comfy cafe corner I'm trying to build here, I don't want to say the wrong thing and make people feel discredited and invalidated. I've learned that people really like being in the drama and venting and focusing on how badly the other side is behaving, which I don't really like, and it often leaves me at odds with my own "side" of the war. But since you are here in my asks, I'll share my thoughts. Please know I am saying this with all the tender love and care in my heart, but I say:

Just let them exist. You don't need to understand. You also don't need to let it worry you. None of us are in control of the ships that are sailing in this war. So for whatever it is worth, I want to encourage you to try to stay away from the spaces that make you feel upset, confused, hurt, or angry.

We are all honestly similar in ways that might be hard to admit. If we are here, deep into this fandom, we are probably connected in a number of ways. Maybe we're a little bit lonely (me), a little bit mentally ill (me), a little bit hyper-fixated (me). Maybe we are easily consumed and obsessed, and don't have anywhere for that energy to go in our real lives and so we live on in a chronic state of escape and disassociation (yep, me).

We are also an exceptionally small percentage of SJM's readership, and we take things as far as a fan could possibly take them. This is not how most readers are interacting with her work. So to see hundreds of upvotes on something, even thousands, yes- it seems like a lot. But it's not actually that much in terms of SJM's actual numbers. Anyone on reddit, tumblr, tiktok, ect, is looking for community and people who share their thoughts and likes and dislikes. I think this is often why a lot of non canon ships actually grow more popular than canon ships, because people are here looking for a road the written story will not take them down.

I don't think it's strange or offensive or unhinged that ships other than Azriel or Elain exist and are popular. I *do* think its a little odd that this fandom has taken the stance of proving non-canon things as canon instead of just enjoying crackships, but I can't honestly sit here and say my posts proving "canon" to try to comfort people who want the same fictional couple as me is not the exact same behavior. I think I'm right. They think they are right. There will come a day when Sarah lets us know what she has decided, and it's out of our hands. But the ships will live on.

I love so many non canon ships, and I engage with them here every day. This is what fandom is for. I think this fandom in particular would be a lot less toxic if we would just live and let live and leave each other be. I am gonna keep making theory posts and writing fanfic. They are gonna keep making theory posts and writing fanfic.

Take care of yourself. Rock the block button. Strangers on the internet do not get unfettered access to me or you or anyone else just because we are online. Set some boundaries for yourself. Lurk where you feel good.

I hope my page continues to be one of those places where you can lurk to feel better. And if that ever changes, block me. I encourage it deeply. I actually feel relieved when I can see that someone has blocked me, because I know they are taking care of themselves and also saved me the time and energy of trying to diffuse an argument.

I hear your frustrations. I know it sucks to want to go on reddit if that has been a fun and comforting space for you, and now it feels overrun and not safe and not fun. Grieve that. We obviously all care very deeply, and that's okay. It's nothing at all to be ashamed of.

But at some point, we are all gonna have to learn to live with each other, because no matter what happens in canon, the ships are not going anywhere.

Take care of yourself, anon. And I hope you continue to find comforting spaces to rest.