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strandedtoodeep · 1 month ago
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fuck it, here's a lil' snippet of my OS fic (the one i wrote to help me overcome my OVERWHELMING writer's block) sorry for the mistakes, english is (still) not my first language but i try to do my best!!!
(i put the texte version below the image)
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Logan doesn’t like water. No, it’s not that: he hates it. The sound of droplets trickling down the cold tiles covering the wall around the bathtub, the intoxicating smell of water penetrating so deep that it goes under his skin, the reflections on the water caused by a soft and yellowish light -a result of old-fashioned bulb that lit the entire bathroom, a feeling of dread causing by his pruney fingers when they stay too long in the water and finally, the bitter and sticky taste that showering leaves on his tongue. Normally he drinks is way to forget this sensation, the thoughts, the reminiscences just enough to make it bearable. To successfully make it less painful. But now he's sober, annoyingly sober even and it became difficult to find another way to cope with that. That is what he uses to describe his past life: mistakes, regrets, bad memories, bad decisions and so much more. So much worse.
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cap-winter-barnes · 3 months ago
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HEY QUEEN! i had this idea for a fic… angsty, could also be fluffy and maybe smutty? 👀 anyway, like in the original twisters, reader goes to try and get tyler to sign divorce papers and ends up chasing him around with tornadoes. then maybe she almost dies in one with him, like the pool scene, or she gets hurt? either way, they fall in love again, etc etc. !!!
Sign Your Life Away (Tyler Owens x Reader)
Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of sex, Tyler Owens (need I say more?)
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It had been a while since you'd last visited your home state of Oklahoma, and it wasn't without trying, your life has just been a whirlwind of drama for the last few months. Your job had been even more demanding than usual with all of the unforeseen tornadoes smattering the map, one after another.
You are expecting this visit to be short and sweet, in and out, back to your apartment in Los Angeles. The divorce papers you have been carrying with you for quite some time, tightly fisted in your hand as you approach the growing mass of tornado chasers. Despite hoping that your soon to be ex-husband would be here upon your arrival, you soon realise that his little media circus is still awaiting the appearance of the world famous "Tornado Wrangler".
With a racing heart, you perch yourself onto the bonnet of your rented truck, boots balancing on the bumper guard. It may have been months since you last wore your wedding band but you still feel the ghost of the metal that once adorned your left hand whenever you think of Tyler Owens. Tears long dried out for the man, you take a deep breath as you prepare to see him for the first time in a long time, and hopefully for the last, you're ready for a new, fresh start in LA.
The rev of an engine brings you out of your thoughts, the blaring sound of a rock country track blaring through the air familiar to your ears. This was yours and Tyler's song. Keeping your position on your truck you watch as the Tyler's Ram speeds into the lot. You let the media crowd have their fun, surging and cheering for the arrival of their 'star'. Music still playing loudly you can't help but smile as you watch the one and only Tyler Owens soaking in the spotlight. Yet what surprises you is the false smile on his face, there's a dullness in his eyes that you can see from just watching from afar.
As you take in the sight of him, he notices you. He freezes as he makes eye contact, the smile completely disappearing from his face. A quick whisper to Boone and his crew has the crowd disperse with the promise of T-Shirts, signed merch and food to encourage them. Tyler makes a beeline for you, his confidence stride has you nervous.
"It's been a while, Baby Girl." He tips the brim of his Stetson towards you, a sad yet welcoming smile crossing his face.
"I'm not your Baby Girl anymore, Owens." You jump down from the hood, quick to press the worn papers into his chest. "Sign 'em." Before you can pull away, he has his hand around yours, holding you close to his body.
"You know neither of us want that, right?" Swallowing back a retort you meet his eyes, drowning in his hazel pools. "C'mon, Y/N." The pleading in his voice and face have your heart questioning everything.
"Tyler, it'll never work."
He breaks the eye-contact first and you swear you see the glisten of tears in his eyes. "It was good while it lasted, Owens. But we both want very different things."
"Ju-"
"Sign the papers, please. I'm staying in El Reno, come by the motel tomorrow and drop them off."
Without another word you turn your back on the man you used to love, truck door now between you both, you take one more look at Tyler as you see his heart breaking in front of you all over again.
"Okay. If this is what you want."
*The Next Evening*
You're not shocked that Tyler is late to drop off the divorce papers but why do you not feel disappointed that he never showed? Just as you are about to leave to set off back for home, there's a loud knocking at the door. With a sigh you open the door to be suddenly met with Tyler standing dishevelled and soaking with rain in front of you.
"We need to leave, now!"
The panic in his voice is enough to put your trust in him.
"Ty?"
"We need to move, now! I'm serious, let's go." He holds his hand out to you and without a second thought you place yours in his. As you make your way out of the motel room, you notice the chaos erupting around you.
"What the fuck? Tyler, where did this come from?"
With a rambled and short explanation you know just from his tone and demeanour that you're really in trouble if you don't get moving. The tornado is unmissable as it covers the horizon, debris flying across the sky, tearing apart everything in its path.
"We need to find somewhere low."
Immediately your mind goes to the empty swimming pool across the lot, you pull on Tyler's hand, guiding him in the right direction. Over all the destruction you make out the sound of a woman screaming and a young child crying. "Ty!" With one swift nod he runs across the lot to help, carrying the little girl carefully in his arms, never letting the mother out of sight.
The wind speed ratchets up quicker than you expect, this isn't your first experience with a tornado but this is the closest you've ever been to one outside the protection of the Ram. You loved storm chasing with Tyler, long before you were married and during those blissful few years that you were still in that honeymoon stage. A scream leaves your chest as you watch a truck somersault mere inches from crushing him to death. And you know if that moment that those divorce papers were a mistake. You were still madly, irrevocably in love with Tyler Owens, you'd just been in denial for all this time.
As he keeps your shielded from most of the force of mother nature, his arms wrapped around you, keeping you safe, you pray that you both make it through this to work things out.
Seconds feel like hours before the tornado passes. You can't help but shiver violently with fear, exhaustion and the effects of the rain seeping into your skin. Yet as you take in the destruction around you, your mind is on only one thing - Tyler Owens. Without taking a second thought you grab him by the collars of his shirt and pull him towards you. As you press your lips to his own, you can't help regret leaving him behind all those months ago, what an idiot you had been. But you know here and now is where you belong, in his arms.
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deadhands69 · 2 months ago
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cursing each other over and over again [1/3]
MDNI
Super fluffy but eventually it gets smutty.
Toge Inumaki x cursed speech reader (not quite the same as his)
Warnings/content/etc: Toge Inumaki x reader, fem-bodied/gn pronouns, unestablished relationship, swearing.
AU: Jujutsu University, all characters aged up.
This is part 1 ; part 2 - part 3
Text key: 🖤 You 🤍 Toge
Since you can remember, your cursed energy was always hard to control. Sure, you could speak logically but the moment a hint of emotion leaves your lips, you feel the curses spilling out. Laugh, and everyone laughs with you. Mumble one angry comment and you take out half a city block. That’s how you ended up here, being placed in this class with a small handful of other jujutsu sorcerers in training.
First day of school; maybe you’ll make friends? It’s a very small class. Sinking into the only empty seat in the room, they all begin introducing themselves. Maki. Panda. Yuta. Everyone but the light haired boy seated next to you who waves and mumbles “kelp.” 
“Hi, I’m [y/n].” you say to everyone, before looking curiously at the interesting boy to your left.
His amethyst eyes lock onto the curse marks wrapping around your lips (**photo at the bottom.) You’re used to it. Everyone does that. Then, he slides his phone to you.
🤍 [you can use normal words???]
Looking back up, he partially unzips the front of his jacket to reveal marks of his own. They’re cute, you think, noticing how they line up with his dimples when he smiles. He’s cute.
You open your mouth to speak but feel the cursed energy ready to give you away. He’s too cute.
🖤 [well, not now]
🖤 [my cursed technique uses my emotions. so I CAN speak just not anything emotionally charged]
🤍 [why not now?]
Your fingers fumble to reply. What are you supposed to say, “hi random nice stranger I just met - I can’t talk to you because you’re hot?” No, that won’t work. And you don’t want him to think he offended you so you have to say something. Que the spiral.
Dias ex machina: Gojo, the eclectic teacher who brought you to this school, makes an abrupt entrance.
Phew. 
After class, the blonde boy slides his phone to you with a blank ‘add contact’ screen open. You try not to think too much into it - he’s in your class and it’s the easiest way for you both to talk. While you input your contact info, he rejoins the rest of the class joking about something. They’re laughing hard when you slide his phone back in front of him. As you’re walking out the door, he texts while catching up to you.
🤍 [hey!]
🤍 [it’s toge]
🤍 [so why can’t you use words now?]
Shit. Shit. Shit.
🖤 [just nervous, first day of class and stuff]
It might be in your head, but he looks slightly disappointed that he’s not the reason you’re nervous. He nods.
🤍 [oh, got ya. well, if you wanna hang out later let me know] 
You reply without thinking.
🖤 [yeah, i’d love that]
🤍 [come by my room at 8?]
🖤 [see you then!]
Fuck. What did you just get yourself into? Being around attractive people has never gone well for you. Of course you've had crushes, who hasn't. It’s fine, as friends for a little while but the moment you utter a single word without thinking, you feel your cursed energy fly out on accident and they never want to be around you again. You can’t blame them. Maybe spending time with him will be different? It’s not like he can speak freely either. He has to understand, right? Plus, he’s just being nice because you’re new so there’s really no pressure. On the other hand, with such a small class it would be really awkward to fuck up and alienate yourself from one of your classmates. Especially when they all seem so close. Maybe this time it'll be different, you hope.
Before you know it, six hours have passed and you’re nervously standing outside the door of Inumaki’s dorm room. You’re still not sure how you can talk to him but hopefully in a more chill setting, your nerves will calm down and it’ll be easier.
Knocking a few times, you hear “(((come in)))” and you find yourself opening the door and stepping inside. You laugh, it’s weird being on the other end of that. (plus, hearing his voice makes you giddy - so much for easy and chill feelings.)
Toge sits cross-legged on the floor in front of a Mario Kart loading screen. He’s not wearing the jacket from earlier so you have a clear view of his neck. And arms. He didn’t initially strike you as the type to workout a lot but he’s definitely athletic. As he shifts his weight turning to you, every muscle in his arm tenses. He’s like the skinny version of a Greek god with a perfect face to match, there's absolutely no way you can actually talk to him now. 
You opt to smile, wave, and sit next to him. 
He hands you a controller before texting: 
🤍 [still not talking to me?]
He smiles. Happy to see he’s not offended, you can keep it playful.
You send him the “why are you so obsessed with me” Mean Girls meme. Fortunately, he laughs and you’ve successfully dodged the question again.
Hours go by and neither of you have felt the need to use words, just glances and faces when the other throws a banana or passes you. It’s comforting. 
You notice the way he leans into you, every time he turns in the game. Skin brushing warmly against your own. After a while, you get used to the controls and he gets bolder - throwing an arm in front of your face, bumping you over, etc so he can pass you.
On the last lap, you use a booster and overtake him. He responds by throwing all of his weight into you, leaving you both a tangled laughing mess on the floor. Cursed energy seeps out in your laugh, but that’s fine. It’s harmless and isn't making him do more than laugh harder. Besides, he used his technique on you earlier too so you don’t think he minds something this mild. 
He does mind that you’re coming into the final stretch and still ahead of him though. Having dropped his controller in the commotion (that he created) earlier, he resorts to the first impulsive thought that comes to mind. “Hmmmm!” you manage to hold back, swallowing your words when his bite connects with your arm. Close one. Is he flirting or just that competitive? Probably competitive. Yet, he’s still laughing and throws his hands over your face in one last attempt.
Not bothering to sit back up, you keep your hands on the controller, pulling through the finish line to beat him for the first time all evening. His hands slide off your eyes and you both sit up, much closer than you were before. Watching the cute characters bounce on the screen, you’re amused: this has to be the most dangerous activity happening on all of campus. If either of you slip-up, there goes the neighborhood. You text him this.
🤍 [DEATH BY MARIO KART]
🤍 [nah you’re too cute to be mad at so i wont say anything. even if you cheated]
“(((Hey!)))” your sudden words are playful, but knock him back nonetheless. He smiles at you, still not caring. You extend a hand to pull him back up, mouthing ‘sorry.’
Then it hits you. 
He thinks you’re cute??
You re-read his message, to be sure you aren’t imagining anything. 
Yeah, he really said that.
So he was flirting? Or something like flirting?
🖤 [wait. is that why you asked me to hang out?]
To be fair, it’s part of why you wanted to hang out with him - but it would be nice to get clarification on his end. Wouldn't want to act like it was a date if he was just being nice and meant cute in some other way. Watching his hands type, you really hope the answer is yes.
“Salmon” he says out loud before the text shows up.
🤍 [you were staring at me blushing for half of class too so i thought we were on the same page?]
🤍 [plus, I had to ask]
🤍 [my friends were all taking bets on if you’d actually show up to my room]
They what? That last text hits like a ton of bricks and he sees it on your face.
So, he’s just hanging out with you to prove to his friends he could get you in his room? This is probably the joke everyone was laughing about before you left class today. First day and you’re already the joke. That’s disappointing, he seemed cute and nice. Now class will be awkward. You press up to leave. Seeing your face, he realizes how you took it.
“Caviar! Benito flakes!” he yells waving his hands before pressing your shoulder, urging you to sit back down. Confused, you stare at him before the onslaught of texts come in.
🤍 [no no no nononono not like that]
🤍 [i said you’re cute because you are cute]
🤍 [i asked you to hang out, because my friends said i’d be stupid not to]
🤍 [well Panda and Yuta did, Maki said you’re too hot for me]
🤍 [and i think Panda just wanted to watch me take an L]
🤍 [but Yuta thought i had a chance]
🤍 [so they all bet on it]
🤍 [and pushed me to ask you today]
🤍 [otherwise i probably would have debated it for a while]
🤍 [i still would have asked]
🤍 [just probably not today]
🤍 [but i really wanted to hang out with you]
🤍 [and Yuta thought i had a chance]
🤍 [besides, even if they were wrong and you didn’t think i was cute, it would be cool being friends]
🤍 [like with another cursed speech user]
🤍 [this shit sucks sometimes]
🤍 [i kinda figured you understood]
🤍 [it’s nice being around you]
He tears his eyes up from his phone to look into yours. He looks sad and desperate to be understood. You know that feeling well. 
There’s a bang on the door and you hear a woman’s voice “I never thought I would say this to you, but can you keep it down in there?? You’ve been banging around all night laughing now you’re yelling?”
“(((go to bed Maki)))” Toge yells at the door.
🤍 [fuck]
🤍 [she’s gonna kill me for that tomorrow]
🖤 [i think she’s just mad she lost the bet]
He smiles slightly, still looking concerned.
🤍 [are you okay?]
🤍 [i promise i actually like you]
🤍 [not just for the lolz]
🖤 [i think so]
🖤 [i had a lot of fun with you]
🖤 [it just sucks being the butt of the joke on the first day]
🤍 [oh]
🤍 [you’re not]
🤍 [me getting someone to like me was the joke]
🤍 [which is fair i guess]
🤍 [but it made me even more nervous]
🖤 [you were nervous?]
🤍 [you're pretty]
🤍 [and you can use more words than me]
🤍 [i thought so, at least]
🤍 [what am i supposed to say to you?]
🖤 [i get that]
🖤 [i was so nervous too]
🖤 [i have no game] 
🖤 [i can’t even talk to you]
🖤 [your friend was right tho]
🖤 [i do think you’re cute]
**not my photo, but here's what i think your curse marks look like:
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the-kr8tor · 1 year ago
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Fluffy friday!!!
And they were "best friends"! Who happens to like dancing together in the kitchen while cooking dinner together and giving soft kisses laced with promises and unspoken words while snuggling on the couch for date night.. I mean movie night. Lyla only sneaks in to take one picture of them all cuddled up, swear! 🤭
Hi, bestie! Thank you for the lovely request! ❤️
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mention, cw vomit mentioned (just a passing joke, no detailed desc), FLUFF
It's fluffy Friday!
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The popcorn pops on the stove, the sound blending in with the music on the radio. The microwave dings, signaling the butter's fully melted. Your flat smells heavenly. Bare arms wrap around your middle, Hobie's chin rests on your shoulder while you take out the hot butter from the microwave.
"I thought you were preparing the drinks?" Leaning on his strong chest, you take a peek at his face.
"I'm done already, you're just bloody slow on your end" Hobie side eyes you with a sly smirk.
You take the bait, "I can't make the popcorn pop faster or else It'll burn, do you like your popcorn burnt to a crisp?" You can smell your soap on his skin, heart thumping fast at the thought.
"I like this song" he ignores your quip, not wanting to ruin the night. Hobie turns the volume up on the radio, swaying you with him. He practically drowns in your laugh. Turning you around to face him, your 'best friend' holds you by your waist, while you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, fingers intertwined.
Despite the punkness of the music, Hobie dances with you like it's a slow romantic song. He feels the occasion calls for it, you're wearing soft and comfortable clothes, cooking in your sweats, the soft pitter patter of rain against the windows. Him smelling like you, the domesticity of it all makes him tender. You gaze at him softly as he sways you to the beat.
"And here I thought you were gonna throw me around"
"It's still on the table" he twirls you around, slightly dizzy from the movement and from his touch.
When he stops your little twirl, hands curling around your hips, thumb grazing the smooth skin under your shirt. Hobie chuckles at your flustered smile. "I think it would've been better if you threw me around because I think I'm about to throw up" you joke, pretending to hurl towards him.
"Disgusting, I just showered, y'know" He says as he continues swaying you to the music.
"You sure?" Pretending to sniff him, you lean up to his neck, lips dangerously close to his pulse. Hobie freezes in place, not knowing what to do. "Is that my perfume?" Teasing him, you pull away. Seeing his flustered face for one quick second before it returns to his nonchalant expression. You want to rag at him more just to glimpse it again.
"Nuh-uh, do I look like someone who uses perfume? Especially someone else's?"
"Yuh-uh, let me get another whiff to confirm" taunting him again, you try to lean up again, Hobie stops you with his palm right on your face. His hands are big enough to cover your entire face.
Smiling at your playfulness. It's not like he doesn't want you touching him, it's because if you did it again, his lips might meet yours instead of his neck. And he might not be able to hold back.
"Perv," He shakes your head, palm still resting over your face, making you giggle. "Go get the popcorn, I'll ready the movie"
"Okay" smiling, your voice muffled by Hobie's hand.
Bowl of popcorn in hand, Hobie beckons you over to the plush settee. "Did you add salt?"
"Of course I did," you scoff, sitting next to him, but not close enough for your thighs to touch his.
"Get your arse over here, bowl's too far" he uses the excuse to get closer to you, hand pulling under the soft blanket you're currently sitting on.
Sliding towards him, "whee!" You giggle like you're sliding down a slide in a playground.
Hobie chuckles, throwing his arm over your shoulders casually, his hand rests on your elbow, cupping it. You lean on his side, head nuzzling on his chest for extra comfort as the movie starts.
He reciprocates by rubbing soft circles on your elbow. Hobie rests his feet over the coffee table.
You click your tongue, "no feet on the table, Hobie!" Pinching his toned thighs.
"Ow, fine!" He puts his feet down on the soft carpet. Stealing popcorn that's already on your hand.
"The bowl's right here" you gesture at the bowl of buttery popcorn on your lap.
"I like this one better" Hobie winks at you before bringing the snack to his mouth.
Heat rises in your cheeks at his charm "fine, Two can play at that game" you take his can of soda from his lips, the fizzy drink spills a bit, Hobie watches in surprise as you take a sip. Your lips touching the can that were on his lips a few seconds ago.
Hobie has no idea how to survive the rest of movie night, he can barely make out what the characters' are saying on screen. He sneaks a peek at his communicator blinking awake, Layla slyly winks at him before her hologram disappears.
"Goddamnit" he accidentally lets out.
"Hmm?" You blink curiously at him.
"Nothin' when will they start killing each other?" He diverts your attention back to the screen as he watches you explain basically the entire movie to him. He doesn't care though, smiling softly as you excitedly talk.
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mrsbrookemunson · 2 years ago
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Request for the 30-days-of-insecurities-thingy, smile. I'm very insecure of my smile because i got bullied a lot for it.
Could I get tagged??🙏🙏
But, of course, @maddymadquinn !!! When I read this, I knew it had to be the first part to my insecurity series, and I hope I did your request justice.
Warnings: no use of 'y/n', gn!reader, use of pet names like 'sweetheart', and 'love', insecure!reader (obvi), intrusive thoughts, self deprecating thoughts, Eddie being in love with you, 'L' bombs all over the place, bullying, fluffy, kinda rushed ending, most likely typos, and what the request says-it's all about teeth and your smile-I tried to keep it basic, if you have braces or a gap tooth or whatever, it'll fit in with the story. Enjoy :)
Word Count: 2225
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~ Just Smile ~
"You would look prettier if you smiled more."
"Why don't you ever smile?"
"Just smile."
You're used to comments like that, often hearing them from your classmates at Hawkins High...
But, here's the thing—
#1: My Smile
You hate your smile, often giving people the closed-mouth smile or a tight thin-lipped smile that doesn't quite ever reach your eyes. But, you refuse to smile with your teeth.
This makes one day very hard for you every time it comes.
Picture Day.
A day made from Hell to torture you, where people reassure you—"Oh!, it's not that bad..." or "Everyone looks bad in school photos." Really? Tell that to the Queen of Hawkins High, Chrissy Cunningham, or Steve 'the Hair' Harrington, or Heather Holloway, or Nancy Wheeler—even Robin seems to pull out a good one.
But, you?
Freshman Year—
"Big smile!" the photographer instructed.
And did you give her one-flashing your teeth... only to receive said photo later on just to cry to your mom about how bad it looked... and that your teeth looked wrong. The demon in your head won the longer you stared at the photo.
"Honey, it's fine—no one likes their school photos."
It was after all the other girls and boys bragging about their photos did you swear you'd never smile with your teeth in photos again.
Sophomore Year—
You prepared yourself, watching the person before you take their picture. Hearing the lady call 'next' with a short glance toward you. You took a deep breath, walking to the seat. When you sat down, your heart began to race a little—a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins.
It felt as though things were moving in slow motion, a deep, patronizing voice, "Give me a big smile". The lady demonstrated, exaggeratedly.
Your eyes flickered to a group of your classmates, snickering at you with pointed fingers. They taunted your smile with their own.
"Big smile!" the lady repeated.
You heard the laughs of the group echoing in your ears, you quickly revealed your teeth in a wide grin. The flash of the camera temporarily blinding you.
"Next!'
You blinked a few times before moving along. You shuffled past the group until you heard the call of your name from one of them. With that you spun around to face them with nervous, wide eyes, and a once again, pounding heart.
One of the teenagers smiled at you, a fake, catty, insulting smile as they stalked closer to you. "Thought you'd want to know you have something—" They gestured to their mouth, specifically their teeth "Right there."
One of their friends snorted loudly in the back.
You frowned and went to the bathroom in a slight rush to check it out. When you found your own reflection in the mirror you bared your teeth only to find... your teeth—your smile.
All you saw was yourself.
Quickly understanding, you felt yourself falling apart—
Is that why they laugh at you when you smile and say hello passing them in the halls?
You thought you heard it in their tone—the fakeness of it all.
You ripped up your school photo when you got it after witnessing the same group as before commenting on it with their giggles and chuckles. You blocked your face with tape in your yearbook, so you'd never have to see yourself looking back.
Is that why they all laughed when you signed their yearbook the previous year? You only dug yourself farther into a hole, thinking about what would happen next.
That's when you swore you'd never smile again.
Junior Year—
The year you got a certain metalhead's attention.
He was in the same grade as you, and you shouldn't have even met, but you purposely ditched picture day and your mom forced you to go to retake day. Turns out you weren't the only one who hated this day.
The two of you grumbled under your breath, overhearing him next to you caught your attention.
"Mom forced you to do this too?" you asked.
"Uncle."
You chuckled, breathily. "What was his excuse?"
His posture straightened. "'You can't just run away and hide when you don't want to do something, boy! You have to stand up to it!'" he imitated this so-called 'uncle's' voice.
You giggled, but stopped when you suddenly felt his eyes on you. You dared to look and saw his gaze on your teeth. You cleared your throat and turned away from him.
You missed the way he frowned, as he missed the sight of your smile and the sound of your laugh in just seconds.
"What about you?" he chimed from behind you.
"Huh?" You kept your guard up, still turned away from him.
"Your mom's motive?"
"Oh—yeah! " You swallowed. "That I'll regret it one-day." You shook your head. "I highly doubt that though."
"Why didn't you attend picture day?"
"Tried to pull a you—ditch—avoid it..." you paused. "Run away from it." You suddenly found the palm of your hand more interesting than the beautiful boy behind you—actually wanting to talk to you!
You heard him chuckle. "Sounds like you and my uncle think the same of me."
"I don't know you—but I don't think you're a cult leader, that's for sure."
"But, most people do, hence why I try to get away with not doing this.” He gestures to the setup in front of you two. “Have no doubt they write freak over my face, or draw devil horns over my head in their little yearbooks."
There was a beat of silence and you could feel the slight nudge of his foot against yours.
You bit your lip, thinking about what he said. What he admitted to you so effortlessly. How could he trust you so fast without even knowing your name—who you are?
You sigh, "I hate my smile."
"C'mon, I just saw it and it's—"
"Ugly—I know."
"No, I was gonna say—"
" Next!"
You don't look back when you walk up ignoring Eddie.
"Show me a big smile!" she asks.
You, however, do not, giving her only a neutral expression. She takes the picture and looks down at it, uncomfortably.
"Uhhh... want me to take another one?"
"No." You left, hastily.
Eddie ignored the call for him as with narrowed eyes, watching you leave, he sets his own personal goal—
To get you to smile for him one day.
Senior Year—
"Ready for picture day, sweetheart?" Eddie asked, placing a sloppy kiss onto your cheek.
You grumbled, wiping his kiss away. "No."
He placed yet another kiss on your cheek in replacement of the old one. "I know, I know." He drummed a steady beat against the sides of your torso. "But, you look beautiful today, but then again you always do."
You grew flustered. "Thanks," you whispered.
"Next!'
You walked up to the seat and took your place.
"Big smile!"
You glared at the lady. "Seriously? I thought we were past this now."
Your eyes flickered to Eddie who gave you an encouraging thumbs up and a nod with an annoyingly cute smile on his face. That was enough for you to muster up a small closed-mouth smile and that was enough to make Eddie's heart soar.
Safe to say, he accomplished his goal.
Present—
Eddie did not accomplish his goal.
God, you haven't smiled in a week—a week! And at this point he thought he was going to lose his mind.
You've been having a tough week. With your allergies acting up, to school and work stressing you out, to even those special, rare moments of silence you have, only to have them be interrupted by one thing or another. And he tried, he tried to get you to even break a little smile for him, but he just couldn't do it.
Something had to be wrong.
Something was wrong, on your side of the story. Work, school, allergies, and lack of peace haven't been the only things keeping you up late at night. It was this intrusive thought every time you looked in the mirror, it was the people you interacted with at work whose gaze simply rested on your smile that made you falter, the once in a while backhanded comments people would make. You couldn't find it in yourself anymore to smile or even laugh—you felt exhausted and defeated.
Because it was you, your smile, something you owned—and people didn't like it. And at times you think you're cursed.
It's you.
You stumbled around your room, picking up random pieces of trash off the floor, and tidying things up before bed. You felt a slight pressure in between your eyebrows from wanting to cry a few times during your episodes.
You sighed and collapsed onto your bed. Just before you were about to get comfortable you heard a faint tapping on your window. You jumped at the sound, until you saw a familiar ring adorning a finger. You got up and walked over to the window, opening it.
"What are you doing here?" you ask, tiredly.
He only smiled. "I got some stuff for you." His eyes glanced behind you. "Can I come in?"
You rolled your eyes and moved to the side, giving him room for him to enter. "Come on in, Prince Charming."
His smile got wider, stepping inside, and nearly tripping on a small stack of books near your window. He revealed a bouquet of your favorite flowers. "For you." He handed them to you. You took them, with a curious expression. Suddenly, he's rifling through a plastic bag he brought. "Okay, so I got Breakfast Club, Nightmare on Elm Street, I even brought The Outsiders, and that other movie you like uh—" He read the title. "Some Kind of Wonderful."
Your eyes widened. "You brought all of those."
"Well, I thought we could have a little movie night," he replied, nonchalantly. "I also brought your favorite snacks and candy, even your favorite drink." He looked at your dumbfounded face. He set down the bag and brought his hands up to caress your upper arms. "Look, I know you've been having a bad week and I want to make it a little better."
Your eyes avert away from him. You sniffled, holding the flowers closer to your chest. "I don't deserve you, you know."
He shook his head. "Not true."
You argued, "No, no it is true, you deserve someone who you can show off to—to prove those jerks from school wrong, and I-I can't do that."
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
Tears rimmed your eyes. "Eddie, why are people so mean?"
He was taken aback. "Sweetheart..." He gently took the flowers out of your hands and placed them on your dresser. He pulled you into his chest. "What's wrong? Did someone say something to you?"
You nodded. "Yes..." You cry into his shirt.
"Who? I'll go kick their ass right now."
"No! It's—" You found yourself becoming embarrassed. "it's not just one person—so many people just—" You struggled to get the words out. "I just want to be able to smile without feeling judged—I feel like I'm forced to remain in bitch-face mode just so I don't have to deal with people staring or commenting or doing something that revolves around that—especially our classmates.” You pulled away to look him in the eyes. "I just want to feel beautiful when I smile Eddie."
He looked at you in shock at your confession. He knew you hated your smile, that was the start of you two, but hearing it now as someone more than a stranger was heartbreaking to him. Seeing the one he's so so in love with falling apart in front of him over something he couldn't stop thinking about for months and months.
"God, sweetheart, don't you see I'd do anything to keep you smiling."
"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows.
"I know you hate your smile, but god—I love it. I've loved it ever since I met you, and from that moment I wanted to make you smile everyday. Lights up my world and shit, if I'm being honest." He seemed nervous, fidgeting with the ends of your shirt.
"You mean it?" Your voice slightly cracked as the emotions of love rushed through you. You're almost starstruck by him. Over the moon. Your heart flutters and your stomach flips seeing the sincerity in his eyes.
Has he always looked at you that way? Have you just never noticed?
Truth is: Yes, he has, and no... you didn't.
"Jesus, yes, you're so beautiful and that smile of yours is beautiful," he pauses. "And who fucking cares what anyone says? Or thinks? Fuck them!"
You laughed.
His eyes widen as he stumbles back with a dazed expression. "I think I just died—" He dramatically falls on the bed. "And went to heaven," he finished. "Are you an angel?"
You laugh again, this time louder. "Stop it," you squeal.
"I'm serious." He pulls you over to him. You slot between his legs as he looks up at you with a slight pout. "I want you to talk to me when you're feeling insecure about yourself. I don't want you bottling up your feelings." He cups your face with the warmth of his hands to make sure he has your full attention. "I love every single thing about you, sweetheart. And I'll do anything and everything for you to realize that, no matter how long it might take. "
If only you knew just how serious he was.
Next Chapter: Actions Speak Louder Than Words (nsfw)
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gracelogan · 1 year ago
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if you're not up to chapter 325 turn away now... also if you're not down for swearing cause I'm Australian and I've gotta rant and the two go hand in mf hand
Holy motherfucking shit I fucking knew William was gonna die. One because it's the only way to push John to take action by his own will rather than reacting because that's what he thinks is safe for him to do and two because.. well actually just one but one is one to fucking one hundred because oh my fucking god is John gonna lose his absolute shit
But, but I think he's not gonna go all wild ham on people this time. No I think he's for sure learnt his lesson and is gonna just smash shit to pieces with a plan this time. He's got a good fucking network to support him which appeared after his worst mental break down ever, his uncle is gonna get involved and finally meet John and he'll at least not be asshole enough to throw him away because John's powerful but he might disregard him cause he's a child and might assume John's takes after William if he does no research... honestly the guy doesn't fill me with a lot of faith and I t think he's going to be a bad influence on John or at least get him in some deep, deep shit it'll take Arlo to get him out of if he's not been 'reeducated' by his aunt which is beginning to look like a strong possibility
also Arlo needs a fucking nap. Arlo almost deserves a fucking nap too. Poor little idiot doesn't realise he's being taken for a ride by his aunt which I feel like he might have if he didn't look two minutes from keeling over.
John was doing so fucking well too. ugh this is gonna be like five giant steps backward if he were fifty feet tall and two steps behind him was a bottomless ravine. Please let my optimistic guess be right in that he stays with his people and they stay with him, he fucking needs them in two chapters more than ever (cause I don't think they'll reveal it to John in the next one, drag out the suspension)
Fucking loved Arlo and John's interactions in the last few chapters, fav ship for sure out the series but John's starting to get regular friendly with him again and that's so cute and fluffy I can't even handle it. There's Arlo angsting his way down the hall noticing everyone else bitching about him and then John appears out of nowhere all happy to see him and concerned of this wellbeing.
Kind of says something about his character though too, that he notices the mob instead of the individual with power.
but also I fucking knew everything was about to go to shit when they got a seemingly big win. With William gone it's the end of the line for John staying as out of things as he can and well, despite his methods he does get shit done rather efficiently. All we can hope is that Arlo comes to his senses and joins John before John has to break him out of reeducation prison which would be an amazing arc for John finally overcoming his trauma and ideally murdering Keon
probably though Sera will get caught and sent to reeducation, Arlo will lose faith in his family and the system, confess to John who has likely just heard about the murder of this father or is just about to hear about it and John will spiral wildly out of control and take everyone and everything down with him as he does and somehow it will work itself out but with people actively trying to help him
side note, I did also love John's interaction with Remi, Blyke and Isen. Isen's face when John tells them his dad wrote UnOrdinary is like 'everything I learn about you makes it worse please stop I'll go to jail for knowing anything more'
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captainjimothycarter · 10 months ago
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FIC WRITER INTERVIEW
Tagged by @cafecitowriter thank you for tagging me in this. Finally, remember to do one.
tagging if they desire: @doctorhelena, @3pirouette, @roboticonography and anyone else who wants to do this because I legit cannot remember folks URL
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 
269
2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 
845,154 (wow not not know it was that much)
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Day 13: Squirting w 891
Second Chance w 386
Bandages and Binders w 341
The Sanctuary w 301
Day 31: Medical Kink w 272
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I absolutely try to! I love every comment I get and try to respond to them but lately, I have been terrible at it until it builds up. I am thankful for every comment I get and that people take the time to respond.
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
I try not to do angty endings unless they're drabbles like After Thought where Peggy see's Steve in her office during EG and thinks he's a hallucination. Or Roses where Steve buys Peggy flowers. Or Beast Inside and it's awkward ending
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Most of my fics are fluffy and have happy ending but the first one to come to mind would be Welcome To The Stork Club
7. Do you write crossovers?
No, I tend to get overwhelmed with more then three characters lol.
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
A few times, mainly trolls from Twitter or a few who are very upset that I haven't updated another fic.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Over 58 fics are filed under smut on my work page, lmao. I love smut. Whatever comes to mind or if someone asks for something and it strikes the mood. Like Piercings
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of and I hope I never do.
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I have not but I'm totally open to it!
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Right now, it's Steggy, of course. Sometimes my love for Winterhawk flares up. In between it'll have to be Chesternut fics.
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
I'm worried it'll be Best Things In LIfe, even if I'm swearing I'll get to it.
15. What are your writing strengths?
I hope that it's description or emotions.
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Does saying everything work? Because I feel like I am not strong in many areas, but I wish to be.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I enjoy it! I think more people should do it more often.
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Steggy
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
I've written for it before but I'd love to do another Stede/Ed fic but I feel like I won't be able to capture them quite well.
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Top 3:
Best Things In Life (I have everything planned out, it's just the overwhelming feeling I get because I know people love it and I don't want to disappoint more then I already have)
Master Of Time (This came about because of Rogers the musical and I have no idea where I am going with it but I am 101% vibing with it)
The Star Spangled Nightmare (who doesn't love a superhero/insurance agent relationship?)
Honorary Mention:
A Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow (It's just so fluff and loving of Steve, Bucky, and Peggy taking kid!Tony to Disney World)
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beetlesacquired · 2 years ago
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WIP Update
Hi, between work and uni, I haven't been able to write a lot lately, which sucks, but I graduate in about a month (!!) which means that starting about midway through December, I'll have way more free time and creative motivation to get fics out. In the meantime, here's a rundown of all the wips I've got going through my head that will hopefully get updates/see the light of day soon (warning for nsfw fics)
Published WIPs
Promptober
I'm over a month late and only on day 10, so least to say, she's my highest priority. Currently I'm working on day 11: oviposition, and it's almost done, so that should hopefully get out this week! If you're not into that, day 12 is a cute Padme and Luke fluff, so you can look forward to that one instead.
Higher on the Streets
This is a podracer!Anakin and kind of sugar daddy senator!Obi-Wan fic that currently only has one chapter published several months ago, but rest assured, it haunts me every single day. It's not abandoned! But this was my venture into trying to write a multichap where I post chapters as I write them instead of once the fic is complete, and as it turns out, my brain doesn't like working like that. The second chapter is in progress, though it's kinda low on my priority list.
now there are four of them
Sith!Obikin x canon!obikin. This is my favorite of my posted wips, and I'm already several thousand words into a part two, I just have to have the time to really dedicate myself to writing it, because if you've read my smut fics before, you know they're obscenely long. As a sneak peak for part two, Obi-Wan uses the artifact to visit the sith and gets lowkey cucked. ALSO because I've had people ask me, part three WILL be Vader/Anakin, promise promise promise
Omegaverse Week 2021
YES this is still a wip because I'm the WORST. I've had day 7 almost done for over a year. I just need to finish it. Please give me the motivation to finish it. It's body worship, fluffy, so wholesome, I just have to finish it.
will it feel like the end?
Omega prince of the sith Anakin is betrothed to alpha king of the jedi Obi-Wan after the death of Anakin's mother and father. Not only does Anakin want nothing to do with the Jedi, but he has suspicions that King Obi-Wan is behind his parents' murders.
I really did omegaverse week dirty huh, I said over a year ago that I would turn this one shot into a fic, and I got so many comments asking me to do just that. And Yet. It'll happen. I swear it'll happen. I mainly just need to get my thoughts together for it.
Unpublished WIPs
gather ye children of men
TW: religious trauma, internalized homophobia
I, like all the other obikins, watched that angels and demons movie and felt things. Alas, I don't know enough about catholicism to write a priest kink, so I had to improvise. I give you: southern baptist preacher's son Obi-Wan is asked to be a good influence on local bad boy Anakin, who's fallen away from christ in pursuit of tattoos, piercings, alcohol, and *gasp* homosexuality.
all the skins of a life in this world
TA!Anakin who's in love with professor!Obi-Wan. In order to try to get over his feelings, he joins a BDSM discord server where he meets Mod Ben. Possibly trans!Anakin? Still thinking about that one.
if brokenness is a work of art
TW: child abuse, trauma
Master!Anakin agrees to take on padawan!Obi-Wan as his apprentice after Obi-Wan's master, Maul, is deemed unfit for duty in the aftermath of the Clone Wars. Obi-Wan has some strange habits, however. He only speaks when spoken to, doesn't keep any personal possessions, and has cast off all the friends he'd made when he was a youngling. At first, Anakin puts it down to the stresses of going into the Clone Wars too young and being reassigned to a new master, but as time goes on, Anakin starts to question what really happened to Obi-Wan when he was with Maul.
This is probably my favorite one here, but it's a newer idea, so I'm still working through the planning process to make sure that everything works out the way I want it to. More likely than not, it'll actually probably be platonic Obi-Wan & Anakin rather than shipping just because of the nature of everything.
currently unnamed fic
My newest idea, as is apparent by the lack of title, so I don't completely have a summary yet? But it's modern/magic au, definitely a darkfic, lots of whump for obikin especially but also everyone else they drag into their problems.
Those are my wips! I greatly anticipate the day that I can write about things that aren't ancient scandinavian poetry and the effectiveness of college entrance exams. If you've gotten this far, asks about wips or any of my other fics are always welcome <3
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Emine cackles when Bella shrieks with laughter, a sound that's followed her throughout her entire life. Both of them like two peas in a pod from the very moment they met. Somewhere, in the back of her foggy mind, Emine knows that she wouldn't be able to keep her head above water without Bella and for that, she's eternally grateful. "Apart'mon," she giggles loudly, smiling as the other witch pats her head. "I love you times a miglion, Bells," she nods despite the spinning hallway, before bursting into laughter at Felix's looming figure.
"It's the slenderman," comes the stage whisper, followed by a fit of giggles at Felix's pronouncement. "I only wanna be lesbean with you," she says, pressing a kiss to Bella's cheek before they struggle to their feet. "I will!" Emine swears left right and center, before pointing towards the kitchen. "I don't think he will," she cackles as they stumble to her room. Like one of those relay races at school, except their feet aren't tied together. But they still struggle to walk straight, Emine humming at the description of her bed. "So comfy. But doooon't call me that! It won't end."
It'll catch like fire and then there'll be nothing Emine can do. "You are Bella the bean then. BBB. Bella the Bean Belcourt." She giggles before a squeal escapes when they go toppling into her room, landing on the fluffy rug. Once more, laughter takes hold and Emine struggles to catch her breath, one hand flung over her diaphragm, the other swatting Bella's arm. "I can't ––" she gasps, "breathe," Emine declares, trying to roll over so she can push herself upright. "So close, but" she wheezes, looking to her bed, "so far." She snorts, rolling into Bella so their heads knock together, sending them into another fit of nonsense.
Felix heard everything, but in his drunken state he was more fixed on eating cereal than actually helping just silently amused to himself as the kitchen spun around him. There's definitely milk and cheerios flung across the place, but he didn't care as soon when he heard the sappy love declarations and it pulled him to see what was happening. A quick laugh burst from him as he saw the bundle of the two witches. "Sapphic." he declared. "You're actually lesbians. Or...lesbeans." another quick laugh before he was composed almost instantly and stumbling to Bella's room again. "Goodnight."
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prettyboybuckley · 2 years ago
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Blood prompt : "your bandages - you're bleeding through them" for buddie?
I love your writing and blog!!
Hi! Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoy my writing and my silly little posts and reblogs! Sorry this took me a while, I hope you're in the mood for something kind of fluffy!
If there is one thing Eddie's boyfriend is, it's very stubborn. 
Not that Eddie has much room to talk in that regard, because he can also be very stubborn, but he'd prefer it if the people around him weren't. Besides, he wasn't the one wanting to go back to work on blood thinners, so Buck is definitely worse than him. 
The problem is that it's been only two days since Buck managed to get himself injured during a call, and he's already up and moving around again. 
Eddie swears he nearly had a heart attack when he saw those beams come down on Buck, while his boyfriend acted all nonchalant about it later, of course. He doesn't think it was something to be nonchalant about, considering Buck's turnout tore as it was caught on metal, and he ended up with a bleeding shoulder. 
It's a mostly superficial wound, nothing too crazy, but it's big, spanning over Buck's entire right shoulder blade. Which means that every move pulls on it—and Eddie can't imagine that is pleasant—while it also makes lying or sitting down in a comfortable position very hard for the other man.
The result is that he keeps moving around the house, trying to find something to do that doesn't aggravate his injury too much while still keeping him busy, and he's failing miserably at it. And Eddie gets it, he gets that it's hard for Buck to do nothing and let his body rest and heal. He'd just also like it if the man cared about doing what is best for himself every once in a while. 
"You're not washing the dishes, are you?" Eddie calls out when it's been a little too long since Buck went into the kitchen, and there is the sound of plates clanging against each other. When there is no response, he gets up from the couch with a sigh, shuffling into the kitchen on his socked feet.
Sure enough, Buck is indeed washing the dishes, drying them and putting them away as he goes, and he's stretching up on his tiptoes to put a mixing bowl they used during the weekend—and had been sitting on the counter since—on the top shelf in the cabinet it belongs. He's shirtless because the fabric kept bothering him, and it was a pain to get anything on that didn't button at the front. 
It's definitely not the first time he made that move because Eddie immediately notices the red that has spread through the white bandage, and he shakes his head exasperatedly. He definitely reopened the wound, then.
"Buck, baby," Eddie says with a sigh, grabbing Buck by his good arm to stop him from moving back to the sink. "Your bandages—you're bleeding through them." 
Buck blinks at him for a few seconds, then tries to twist so he can see his own shoulder. Eddie sighs again, shakes his head and guides his boyfriend to the chair he pulls from the kitchen table. He makes him sit down with his chest to the backrest, which is how they've been changing the dressing when necessary. 
When Buck opens his mouth to say something, Eddie merely says "no", and Buck, resigned, hangs his head and leans forward against the chair. 
"You know that every time that wound reopens you'll have to wait a little longer until Bobby will consider letting you go back to work, right?"
He grabs the med kit from the counter, opening it up and setting out everything he needs to change Buck's bandages. 
"Because you were so much more patient after you got shot," Buck mutters, sounding a little like a petulant child, and he winces when Eddie peels off the soaked bandage. The damage doesn't seem too bad, and it'll stop bleeding soon enough, but it does need to be cleaned. 
Eddie can't help the way he smiles fondly, and he leans down to press a kiss to Buck's cheek as he ruffles his hair. 
"Yeah, well, we're talking about you right now. And I would like you back in one piece as soon as possible because I love you, okay?"
Buck ducks his head, turning it away from Eddie, but he isn't quick enough to hide the smile on his face. It seems to work, though, because the rest of the day he seems to do his best to rest and let his shoulder heal, and he listens to Eddie's instructions. If that trend will continue tomorrow, well, it's still Buck. And Eddie loves him, stubbornness and all. 
from the blood related prompts
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pr33tylul · 2 years ago
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Hii i was wondering if u could do a fluffy smut with harry and the readers first time but if u aren’t comfortable with doing smut then maybe harry x reader first kiss?
First time
Hp x fem!reader
Warnings: cute fluffy smut, swearing, soft!harry
Year: 6th year
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Being the only virgin in your friend group wasn't all that bad until your friends start to tease you about it.
"Just ask him!" Lavender brown said to me over the table. "No, im not going up to my boyfriend and just popping the question" I argue back. I look over the table to see harry laughing with ron and hermione. "Look just give y/n time, it'll happen eventually and when it does i want a full report." Katie wiggles her eyebrows playfully, causing all of us to laugh. "Does sex even feel that good? Maybe your just over exaggerating" I look at them all, there mouths were hung open. Lavender,katie,Leanne,Angelina start talking over eachother. "Speak one at a time." I say to them. "Well i mean you'll never know until you try it" Angelina looked at me with a smirk. I roll my eyes and continue to laugh and joke with them.
About 30 minutes pass and we are all done eating, we start to stand up. "Hey guys, im sleeping in harrys dorm tonight so ill meet you here in the morning?" They all turn to me, smirks appear and I roll my eyes again. "Oh merlin" I slap my head. "Yeah we'll meet you here tomorrow, but expecting a full report on what happeneds" Leanne whispers as they all leave me. I walk up to harry putting my arms around his torso.
"Hey, beautiful" he smiles as he kisses My head. "You ready?" I nodded as I let go of him and take his hand. walking to his dorm.
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Another movie had ended, laying on his chest still thinking about the conversation I had with the girls. "What you thinking about babe?" I look up to see harry looking down at me. "Well..." i didn't really know how to put this still looking up at him as he furrowed his eyebrows. "You know you can tell me anything right?" "Yeah, harry i know i just dont want to make this an awkward conversation." I sit up off of him as he then sits up. "Then dont, tell me whats on your mind?" I take a breath, looking at him again. "I want to have sex with you" as soon as I say it I wish I didn't, already making myself feel awkward.
He looked at me, in fact he didn't even feel awkward. "Its just, y/n your a virgin and i need your full consent, are you sure your ready? I dont want to push you into something you dont wanna do" I smile a little as I lean up and kiss him. "Im ready, im sure" harry nods connecting his lips with mine climbing on top of me, my back meeting his bed.
"Is it okay if i take off your top" he looks Down at me I nod looking at him. "Love, i need words" "yes, its okay" I smile as he takes it off. Not wearing anything underneath, my top half was completely exposed to him. "So beautiful" he whispers, sucking gently on my left nipple, nibbling lightly. My breathing becomes a little heavier. After a couple of minutes he switches to my right, giving them both the exact same amount of attention.
Now leaving small kisses down the valley of my boobs, moving slowly down getting closer and closer to the top of my pajama bottoms. He looked up at me for permission. "Yeah, take them off" I breath heavily as he slides them off carefully, revealing my panties.
He took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor then removing my panties and then dropping them to the floor. He bent down kissing my thighs, then kissing around my wet throbbing heat. He looks up at me. "If you want me to stop, tell me okay?" I nod.
Harry licked up her slit, doing that a couple of times until his lips wrapped around the small bud, slightly sucking. My back arched, moans started to leave my mouth. He wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me in place, opening my legs even more. "Harry...thats fucking amazing" I blurted out, closing my eyes as my moans grew a little louder. He slid one finger into me, pumping it in and out slowly letting me get used to the small stretch. My moans now picked up my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He sat up pulling out his finger. Putting his lips on mine. He slides his tongue on my bottom lip for entrance, gladly giving him it. Our tongues danced and swirled together, slightly tasting myself on the tip of his tongue. I reached down to touch him but not making it there as his hands pull my hands to the side of my head. "No baby...tonights about you, tonights about making you feel good." I swallowed then nodded. He sat up, getting off the bed and walking to one of his draws, pulling out a condom. He then removed his joggers, seeing his hard dick in his boxers. He also took them off. He climbed back on top of me opening the condom with his teeth, then putting it on himself. "You ready?" "Yeah, im ready." He kissed me again for a moment then slowly sliding himself in me why still kissing me. I gasp a little as he stops not fully in. "Shh, your okay" he whispers as he pushed the rest of him in me. Our breaths become heavier, foreheads touching, eyes closed. He pulls out then pushes himself in again. Feeling a different feeling that I just felt. "Harry you can move" I open my eyes and so does he. Nodding, slightly thrusting into me. I wrap my legs around him. "Fuck, your tight" he moans in my ear. "Harry, please. Faster" he didn't need to be told twice. He got harder and faster with each thrust, the both of our moans mixing to get her along with the sound of our skin clapping together. Harry kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, y/n felt an unfamiliar knot in her stomach. "Harry i think im gonna..." "cum...cum around me my love" he cut her off, not even seconds later she clenched around him letting go. Harry not long after her. He stopped both of them breathing heavily, "oh my..." y/n looked at him smiling away. He pulled out, taking off the condom and throwing it in the bin. Wrapping her in his arms. (Jist like the gif) "i love you" he kissed her cheek answering her. "I love you too"
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panandinpain0 · 2 years ago
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Hey! I really hope this isn’t too bothersome, but I was wondering if you would mind writing an Eddie Munson x Male reader (he/him pronouns please) where the reader has just been struggling. I’ve been having issues with feeling kind of numb even when I know I feel sad. I just kinda shut down and go blank, and comfort is very needed atm. I totally understand if you don’t feel comfortable writing this, I know it’s very specific. Thank you in advance, even if you decide not to write it :)
Okay Enough
Oh my god, you are the sweetest! And OFC I CAN- you aren't alone! I'll make this as fluffy as possible, just 4 u <3
Requested by: Anon (WE STAN YOU ANON)
Eddie Munson x Male!Reader
Warnings: Swearing
I'll make this so fluffy it'll be a cake. I hope you're okay with pet names?
This'll be kind of a modern AU/Post s4 AU? Idk- Reader and Eddie are dating and live in an apartment somewhere in our imaginations :)
Enjoy!
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Sitting at the window seat, knees tucked up to his chest was (Y/N). One of Eddie's large sweatshirts was draped over his frame, the sleeves just long enough to hang off of his hands. His hair was ruffled as he stared out the window at the growing morning, eyes blinking slowly and circled with purple, showing his lack of sleep.
Eddie grumbled from his place on the bed, comforters bunched up around him as his hand reached out. After it limply fell onto the cold, slightly wrinkled sheets, his head popped up, squinting at the lack of (Y/N) in his bed. He was alerted of the instant problem: boyfriend gone.
Said man let his head turn to look back at the bed, making eye contact with Eddie.
"Darlin'?" Eddie slurred, pushing himself up to an upright position. Well, kind of upright. His back looked as if it was about to cave in, dropping him back onto the mattress, but he resisted the urge. He was shirtless, his tattoos and scars on full display as he blinked his eyes, trying to adjust to the light.
"Hey Ed..." (Y/N) whispered, letting his gaze drift back out the window.
Eddie let his eyebrows fall into a confused look, tilting his head as he observed his boyfriend. HIs loving, amazing, intelligent boyfriend, who's going through something he can't see- and since he can't see it he can't fight it off. But that doesn't mean he won't try his damn hardest to.
Standing up from the bed, Eddie walked to the corner of the room, where a blanket was thrown over the back of the chair there. It was sort of a throw blanket, rainbows sewed into it and tassel's on the end. He couldn't comprehend how (Y/N) could find the texture appealing in any way, but it did. It was (Y/N)'s comfort blanket, so if it made him happy Eddie didn't have to udnerstand.
He walked over to (Y/N) and held up the blanket, catching his attention again.
"Mind if I join you?" He smirked a little, his eyes holding a lighthearted childishness to them that always sparked something in (Y/N).
Letting the corner of his lips drift up a bit, (Y/N) nodded. Eddie immediately smiled wider and put a hand on (Y/N)"s back to guide him forward. He slid in between the wall and (Y/N), putting his legs around him and draping the blanket over his shoulder's.
"There we are," Eddie let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s middle, looking out the window with him. (Y/N) put his hands on Eddie's, savoring the safety he felt in Eddie's arms. "My Love," Eddie whispered into his ear. "What's on your mind?"
(Y/N) gulped, "I... don't know."
Eddie waited patiently, nestling his head into the crook of (Y/N)'s shoulder.
"It's like the moment I get sad... I feel nothing. And my thoughts are everywhere yet nowhere at once." (Y/N) let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head and letting it fall back onto Eddie's shoulder. "Don't listen to me, I'm just blabbering."
"Don't say that, I wanna hear it. But if you don't want to talk about it we can do something else."
"I just don't know how to put it into words..."
Kissing up his neck and behind his ear, Eddie felt the way (Y/N)'s heart sped up at the action.
"That's okay, sweetheart. Do you want something warm to drink? Tea, coffee, hot chocolate...?" Eddie left the question hanging in the air for (Y/N) to respond to.
"Hot chocolate," (Y/N) decided. "But I can't get up."
"That's alright, I can carry you."
"You don't have to-"
"Shh..." Eddie hushed, moving out from where he was sitting and scooping (Y/N) up in his blanket, making large dramatic movements to try and pull some smile or laugh out of his boyfriend. When he held (Y/N) for a moment, staring into his eyes, (Y/N) rubbed his hand along Eddie's jaw. Eddie dove his head forward and captured (Y/N)'s lips in a kiss, making (Y/N) smile into the kiss. Pulling apart, Eddie's smile matched (Y/N)'s. "Ahh, I love it when you smile."
The comment happened to make (Y/N) smile more, making him shove his face into Eddie's neck to hide his growing blush.
"Don't worry, my love! We shall get you your heated beverage on the morrow!" Eddie practically shouted with a god awful accent, rushing out of the bedroom door and to their shared kitchen.
When he arrived he sat (Y/N) on the counter, rushing around to get the things to make hot chocolate. He knew (Y/N) wasn't exactly in the most verbal mood, so he decided to take the lead.
"Okay, so checklist. We've got our favorite mugs-" he held them up, shaking them a bit- "powder, hot milk, OH HOT MILK!"
(Y/N) giggled as Eddie theatrically made a show of heating milk with a frightened look on his face.
As the milk heated Eddie walked over to where (Y/N) was on the counter standing between his legs and holding his face. (Y/N) let all the weight off his neck and let his face sit in Eddie's hands, closing his eyes and letting his cheeks smush up. Eddie let the pads of his thumbs run over the bags under (Y/N)'s eyes, his brow creasing with genuine worry.
"Did you sleep at all last night?" he whispered, quickly moving to finish the milk as the microwave beeped.
"A little..." (Y/N) mumbled back, taking the steaming mug from his shirtless boyfriend. The blanket was still wrapped around his shoulders, draping over him like a cape. Eddie came back to stand between (Y/N)'s legs as he blew on his hot drink.
"Well, maybe we could look up some methods of staying asleep? I know you'd like to avoid medication, so maybe there's like, hacks you could try before bed. Or if you wake up- what?" Eddie stopped midway, catching the way (Y/N) was looking at him.
"I love you." (Y/N) looked so tired, so worn out, Eddie just wanted to shield him from his own mind.
"I love you too, darling," Eddie cooed, putting down his drink and wrapping his arms around (Y/N)'s waist in a hug.
(Y/N) ran his hands through Eddie's curly hair, breathing in his scent. This is what felt right- this was comfort, this was home.
Pulling back enough to see (Y/N)'s face, Eddie started peppering kisses all over.
"We can do whatever you want today. Watch movies-" kiss- "listen to music-" kiss- "nap-" kiss- "whatever you want, we'll do it." Eddie promised. (Y/N) giggled as Eddie wouldn't stop, putting down his drink so that he wouldn't spill it.
"How about movies? Just go through all the movies we have in the house?" (Y/N) suggested. Eddie pulled back and (Y/N) planted a kiss on his lips, Eddie's hands going to hold (Y/N)'s thighs. The kiss lasted for a while, their lips moving in sync. When they pulled apart Eddie stayed close, rubbing his nose to (Y/N)'s cheek.
"Of course. Wanna go raid the cupboards for snacks?"
"Do you even have to ask?" (Y/N) snickered, laughing loudly when Eddie lifted him off the counter, carrying him to the cupboards to let their drinks cool before watching movies together.
(Y/N) wasn't completely okay, but neither was Eddie. What was important was that, together? They would definitely be okay enough.
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Okay, okay, okay- listen listen listen.
It's currently 4:48 AM and I haven't gotten more than 3 hours of sleep for almost 4 days. I am very sleep deprived and don't even know if this is readable or not.
I'm so sorry Anon, I might have failed you 😭
But I had fun writing it nonetheless, and that's all that matters, right?
What you should take away from this, anon?: You aren't alone, I'm not in the best place either- and let's get real, anyone else reading this- if you read this you aren't either. I send all of you (especially you anon <3) my love and comfort and hope this brought you a smidge of both.
-Author Max <3
(extra A/N: due to technical difficulties it would not let me post this until now- I promise though, I started writing this the moment you requested it)
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callmemaeverick · 3 years ago
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A Glimpse into Passion [Master Chief x Reader]
AN: I’m not really feeling this one, maybe because I was stewing on it for too long, I got desensitized. Anyway, I need to get it out so I can get on with the next ones. Continuation of Soldier Sweet
ps: despite the title, this fic is totally safe for work and entirely fluffy. taglist at the bottom :)
Part III
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You've always loved spending time with children. While you're not too keen on spreading war propaganda, the days where the UNSC would open the base for visitation were always your favorite. And when Miranda approached you last week and asked if you could help lead the group of schoolchildren through your department, you didn't even hesitate.
You’ve learned from all that time volunteering as a tour guide at the museum during college, that in order to keep a whole class of children focused, was either to warn them of the consequences if they didn't listen to you, or promise them a reward at the end of a tour if they did. And you had an idea on how you could do both.
In the years previous, your request to the have children meet one of the Spartans up close was always denied by Dr Halsey. No matter how you pitched it, she would always shoot you down, citing that her Spartans were not made for tours or children entertainment. But you were undeterred.
"Dr. Halsey," You called the moment you see here exiting one of her many labs. At hearing your voice, you saw the slightest tension enter her posture before she turned to face you.
"As I've said last year, doctor, and the year before that, the answer is no."
She moved to leave but you stepped in her path. "I know, but think about it, doctor. The media coverage itself would help boost the PR of your program. Think of the fund-"
"My dear," She put a hand on your arm, and the gesture itself was non-threatening, but you were well aware of her reputation to know to shut up. "My program is well-funded enough that I do not need to resort to... such measures."
You deflated. "Please... the Spartans are the only reason they came. It'll mean so much to them to meet one. Just one."
Halsey opened her mouth to deny you once more before another voice chimed into the conversation.
"I'll do it."
You had to look up, up, and up to see the person who spoke. It was then you noticed him, and you felt unnerved at how someone so big could go unnoticed by you. However, in your defense, you were focused on something else.
Your eyes meet green ones and you blinked in shock. There was something familiar in the way the man was watching you, but for the life of you, you couldn't place it.
Halsey was quick to retort. "John, you don't have t-"
"I want to."
And then it clicked. And your brain shorted.
"John?" He'd look different without his armor, but at the same time familiar. While the Mjolnir did add to his stature and size, the man himself was intimidating in his own right. Clad in sleek black under armor, you could tell that your Master Chief is built, and to quote your friend Breanna, like brick shithouse. His biceps were the size of your thighs and his thighs...
"You've met?" Dr Halsey's semi-confused, semi-annoyed tone broke off your wandering eyes and imagination.
"Uh- yeah... we've.. we've talked." You diverted your eyes to the man. "It's finally nice to put a face to the name, John." The smile that graced your face was genuine.
It was a long time before Halsey's voice broke through and pulled the both of you back to the matter at hand. "Fine. I'll make an exception this time."
You almost jumped with joy. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you so much." You scribbled the time and date, and also your personal contact details on the notepad in your arms before handing him the piece of paper. "You have no idea what this means to me, to them. You won't regret it, I swear."
Dr Halsey watched as John took the piece of paper from you, before dismissing you completely. John took to follow but not before turning his head to look at you once more before they disappeared around the corner.
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John stood waiting as his ears caught the approaching group. He was decked in his full armor, but sans his rifle. His gun is strapped to his thigh, but unloaded. Should the need arises, he had his spare magazines on his person.
His mind drifted to the paper in his hands, your hurried scrawl staring back at him. He had lost count at how many times he had looked at it in the past 2 weeks, making sure he memorized the time and date... and your contact number. He had wanted to call you, to talk about the tour and... anything else, but he had always abandoned the thought as soon as it entered his mind.
"Alright, children, if everyone could please gather around." He watched as you rounded the corner and stopped in front of the entrance to the department. Before you, a group of small humans trudged to a stop.
"Welcome to the Department of Xeno-Technology. Now who can tell me what it is we do here?"
A number of hands shot up.
"Okay. Chrissie,"
The child piped up. "Studying the aliens?"
The group started murmuring, some in excitement and some in disgust and fear.
"That is correct! In here, hundreds of people try to understand our enemies better. From their technology to their language and even their biology." You tapped on your tablet and a projection of a full grown Elite appeared beside you and the children in gasped and jumped back in shock. But you were smiling as you looked up at the creature. "He's kinda scary, huh?"
The children nodded, eyes wide.
"Don't worry," Your eyes found him. "My friend is here to keep us safe."
John took that as his que, stepping forward into the view of the children.
If their eyes were wide before, they were wider when they finally clocked him.
"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Master Chief. He is here to help me in this part of the tour," You told them. "This department is big and there will be a lot of interesting things to see. Master Chief is here to make sure everyone stays with the group," You eyed a couple of the children with a glint of gentle warning. "-and refrain from touching... untouchable things, okay?"
Their eyes were still on him, but the group nodded their assent.
"And if everyone behaves, Master Chief might be amicable to answer some of your questions." At this, you caught his eyes, the silent question on your face. John didn't feel himself hesitate, and nodded.
The children murmured in excitement, and something light slithered into his chest cavity as you smiled at them.
Listening to you speak about your department and the work that you do was an experience for John. Never before he had encountered someone so passionate about what they were doing. By the end of the tour, John had felt that his presence to keep the group behaving was not needed with how enraptured the children were to your lectures.
He didn't care about the curious glances of the scientists and doctors gave him as he took up the rear of the group, a glorified body guard, because every now and then, one or two of the children would sneak a curious peek at him and John felt the light feeling in his chest bloom just bit brighter.
And you. You were kind to the children, answering their many many ridiculous questions with patience and delight. Your face glowed with your smile, your light laugh travelling to him easily. From time to time, you would glance at him, checking to see if he was alright. He felt it was unneeded, but nodded to you nonetheless.
"Alright, everyone. And that concludes our tour for today."
A chorus of groans followed your announcement and you giggled. "I am happy you enjoyed your tour, and as much as I would love to spend the rest of the day with you, your teacher needs to get you back to your parents." You met his eyes and John understood the silent ask.
Leaving his post from behind the tour group, he went to stand beside you. "But since you all were very well-behaved, as a treat, you can ask Master Chief some questions."
Almost immediately, the voices rose up from the group as all of their hands shot up. You gave him a small encouraging smile before turning to the tiny mob in front of you. "Everyone, calm down. One by one, okay. Now, Logan, you go first."
So one by one, the children asked him questions. Some were as simple as his name and some where as unexpected as his favorite color.
It was definitely not how he expected the day to end.
He watched you as you waved the children goodbye, and wondered what it was like to feel so much passion the way you do? Was it like battle focus, mind zeroing into a single-minded focus to complete a mission? But why are you smiling so wide? Completing a mission is paramount, but it never gave him the reason to smile.
“You okay?”
He blinked behind his visor.
“Yes.”
“Good.” You said, a small smile gracing your lips as the both of you turned back to the building. “I know kids can be a bit overwhelming… I didn’t know if you were okay with it all.”
“I’m fine.”
“You did great, you know. The kids loved you.” You reached out and placed a hand on his arm, making him stop and look at you. “Thank you for... being there. I really appreciate what you did.”
He looked at the hand on his arm before looking back at you. He nodded.
“Oh, before I forget. Emily wanted me to give you this.” From your pockets, you retrieved a folded piece of paper.
It was a crude drawing of what he believes is him and Emily herself, holding hands. You grinned at him. “Cute, huh?”
He didn’t really feel anything looking at the picture, but from the look on your face, it was something utterly precious. He decided then, that he will keep it safe. If it made you smile like that, it must be important to you. And if his team found the picture in his locker, well, what exactly can they say about it? He’s the Master Chief after all.
FIN
Tagging: @redpool @lialacleaf @theliterarybeldam (im not sure if you’d like to be tagged, let me know if you want off)
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sxftkxssxs · 3 years ago
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today’s been rough for me and i’m blessing everyone with dysphoria headcannons <33 (this is based on my experience so it's aimed towards ftm trans men, but I did try to keep it just general.)
comforting a dysphoric mc (main 6)
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Asra
Faust is either around your shoulders or arm just resting, it feels cool and firm :))
he’ll wrap you up in a blanket and put tea in your hands. made however you like it
kisses! kisses everywhere!
Faust give you a boop <3
if you’re comfortable enough to let them hold you they’d love to, but if you aren’t he’s not going to make you
depending on what specifically is bothering you they’ll find a way to help you feel better
would probably find some magic that helps you not focus on it at the very least
Julian
he tries to make you laugh :')
he's gonna wrap both of you in a blanket (might shove Malak in your hands if he's around)
he can't make good food but he'll get you water and might read to you
gives you all the love he has to give, and tries to carry you around
key word is tries, he's being silly at the same time and ends up cushioning the fall you both take
nap!! he'll tell you to at least rest your eyes, and then he convinces you to just sleep 10 minutes! he swears he'll wake you up!! (you end up sleeping until the next day-)
Nadia
she'll stay a little longer with you in bed, until she can't anymore.
she doesn't understand it but she hates seeing how it hurts you
gets you a very comfy outfit for times like this
if you don't wanna leave her she'll take you with her as she works, if anyone mentions anything unpleasant towards you she's already kicking them out
makes you some nice food (or has it made)
lots of kisses,
she'll hold you much tighter on nights where you feel so dysphoric.
Muriel
gives you the entire fur blanket
he’s never been the best for words so he sticks with actions, especially when you aren’t feeling your best
Inanna forces herself into your arms every time, you cannot have a breakdown without her
he'll make you some food you like !! he'll make as much as you want <33
if you want he can hold you but he'll only do so if you ask
He's so warm!! and we all know he's large. It's like a big pillow <3
Portia
she'll give you a plushie she most likely made
kisses <3
Pepi jumps into your lap with that LOUD cat purr
she'll tell you all about her day! doesn't leave out the juicy details either
hot cocoa or tea! she'll make you something to eat too if you'd like
she'll sew you something if she thinks it'll be comforting for you
she makes sure you're completely comfortable, probably bullies your dysphoria away with compliments
Lucio
he's not the best at comfort (obv)
but he tries his best!!
Mercedes snuggles!! she's so fluffy,,,<3
Melchior brings you a blanket and drags Lucio with him
he'll let you borrow some of his clothes if you want them :)
if you really want to he'll stay in bed with you
he's the obnoxious yet comforting type, so he's being kinda loud but it makes you smile anyways
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jjtheresidentbaby · 2 years ago
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Behind Closed Doors .2 | Mike Wheeler
~ this work contains mature topics and themes, if you are not suitable to interact with such things please click away
See part one here
Find it on Ao3 here
Background: classification au, flip!mike, caregiver!Nancy, caregiver!Will, established Mike x Will, established Nancy x Steve x Johnathan, everything canon happened but eddies alive, takes place after season 4 with vecna dead
Summary: Ted and Karen do some things behind closed doors that Mike desperately tries to hide but what happens when it all comes crashing down?
Authors note: part two is finally here!! this didn’t get nearly as fluffy at the end as I had hoped so I’m thinking of doing a third chapter. This has really graphic fighting that takes up so much of the chapter but I genuinely love how it turned out and again thank you to @berrymoos for being the best person ever and listening to me talk abt this fic for so long
Genre: heavy angst, comfort
Warnings: implied/referenced abuse, graphic depictions of violence, graphic fighting, crying, yelling, swearing, bruises, blood
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"Nancy wait!" Mike gets down the stairs and over to wrap his arms around Nancy's frame from behind before she can make it into the car.
"Mike- please, nobody should hurt you like that." Her body stills as her arms fall to her sides with the bat clutched loosely by her legs. Mike squeezes tighter, it'll be worse for both of them if Nancy actually goes through with confronting their father. Mikes well aware that his sister could take their father but the aftermath is what worry's him.
"It'll be find just don't leave." He hasn't let up his grip even a little bit but Nancy's sighing loudly.
"Let go of me, I'm not gonna run." He complies, hesitantly, but Nancy's let go of and she turns to face Mike, her face the same annoyed and protective look it was back in the house.
"How long?" She asks which has Mike halting in his place. He's not sure he wants to admit that it happened before his classification and only got worse when that envelope came home.
He's not prepared for Nancy to react to being told that the first hit got thrown when Mike was six, a little kid caught playing with Nancy's dolls, how he got shoved down the stairs of the basement and then into a wall so hard his mother rushed him to the Er. That it's the real reason he had a broken wrist and he didn't just fall at recess. How every broken bone and sprain he's had have been because of his father and not the lies he spilled out far too easily.
"Mike I need to know." Nancy's hand grips firmly onto Mikes shoulder as she ducks her head to meet his eyes.
"Since I was six." Ten full years of abuse and nobody ever expected a thing or had a single suspicion. That's how perfect the Wheelers are, not a hair out of place, they were still the all American family, the er visits brushed off as the clumsiness that comes with childhood and a simple "boys will be boys" from Karen.
"Six?" Nancy's voice wobbles and she removes her hand which gives enough freedom for Mike to step backwards.
He wraps his arms across his chest as anger bubbles in his gut, he always hated the pity in peoples voices when they heard something that seemed like second nature to Mike. Just like when Mike had admitted to Will that he hated himself for liking boys and that's why he forced himself to be with El, Will had given him pity and Mike couldn't take it so he walked out. That put them in a tough spot for a week or two and while Mikes much better now, he's not better about this.
'Just like you're father' his thoughts scold him which has Mike clenching his jaw to such a tight pressure that it hurts. His father always walks away after a beating, stalking out of the house to go get a six pack, going to the backyard to smoke a cigar, leaving Karen to clean up the shattered glass and smeared blood. She use to help Mike with his injuries but eventually he got old enough to do it on his own and that meant a lot of late nights trying to steal Nancy's makeup for school the next day without wasting all her products. That went on for a bit but now Mike has his own tube of concealer that he bought at four am one day before anyone would be up to catch him. He hates that too, he hates that he needs it, but he hates more that he's so good at using it that people look at him and think he's normal.
How can someone see a kid with makeup smeared on their neck and not pick up on something being wrong? How can he be such a fuck up that out of everyone in his family, he's the one that Ted chooses to beat on? He's never seen him even raise his voice at Karen or Nancy and definitely not Holly. Just Mike. Him and his stupid flip brain that he hates more than anything in the world. It's the worst. It's awful, horrible, horrendous, life altering and something Mike would get rid of faster than anything. Even if he was still getting his ribs kicked in almost weekly, he'd endure it all for a caregiver brain.
The anger in his chest turns to fury spilling through his fingertips as he grabs the bat from Nancy and then the keys from her other hand. She looks shocked and is probably saying something but Mike just slips into the drivers seat of Steve's car and almost pulls away but then Max is throwing herself into the passenger seat. When he turns he sees Nancy, Lucas and Will in the back seat.
Mike knows that this goes against his whole plan of stopping Nancy, hell this will be worse than if Nancy just went on her own. He's far too angry to worry about the aftermath of this all or what possible consequences he might face. Mikes practically shaking with rage, his father deserves this, he knows that, he just thinks this might be a bad idea in the long run. He can't seem to care as he peels out of the Byers driveway and speeds down the road, ignoring Steve's calls for his car.
It's not a long drive as Mikes speeding faster than he's ever driven, Max is grinning like crazy while the three in the back look halfway terrified. Mike just smirks with a glance over at Max before pressing his foot down hard on the gas.
The thing with the people in the car is that he knows why each person made the decision to jump in. Max is going to cheer him on and help him, Nancy has to be there as it's her family but also that's her baby brother she needs to protect, Will also needs to be there for Mike yet he seems the most hesitant about what's about to go down, then Lucas who will try to heal everyone up once it's all said and done.
Mikes been getting far closer to Max and Lucas than he ever was before. It really started with him and Max messing around with Steve together but then that meant Lucas would tag along for their pranks. Sometimes stop them, most of the time watching with a head shake next to Will though. Mike has faith Max will step in if he gets hit too hard in this fight.
Mike takes a sharp left with a look through the rear view mirror where he can make out Johnathans car following with Hoppers truck directly behind them. They're more like blurs as Mikes a good ways ahead with his speed but he turns to Max who's head out the window howling like a wolf. He laughs at her antics which makes Max howl louder.
"Come on Mike let's see how fast this thing can go!" Mike doesn't need to be told twice, the next right almost tips the car and the three people in the back are screeching at him to slow down but Mikes having too much fun. He's never felt this much of an adrenaline rush in his life and he's been shot at by the army while running for his life, this feels more freeing than that.
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"Mom take Holly out back with Lucas and Will." Mike kicks the front door open, holding Steve's nail covered bat up against his shoulder with Nancy and Max behind him. Karen looks shocked to her core but she must know what's going on as she scoops up the six year old and rushes to the backyard with Will and Lucas directly behind her.
"Mike please don't do this." Nancy comes in a whisper from behind his shoulder, which if you ask Mike, it's a bit hypocritical as she was about to do the same.
"Mike Wheeler what are you doing?!" Ted booms but before he can get another word out Mikes swinging the bat into his knees then tossing it to the side. He feels a sick twist of satisfaction when Ted falls down to his knees with blood gushing across the carpet and Mike can grip his jawbone. The same Teds done time and time again.
"What's the matter? You too weak!" He throws a punch to Teds face, watching his glasses go flying to the other side of the room and landing by Nancy's feet. She looks horrified but it doesn't last long as she stomps her white cowgirl boots into the glass. Nancy's expression morphs to one of that pissed off that Mikes only seen when fighting monsters, he gives a nod to his sister then turns to Max. Max who is already taking the bat from where Mike threw it and she has a devilish grin on as she hits it to Teds back harshly.
"You're a fucking pathetic little girl! You hear me!" Mike throws another punch, then one more, and one more, again, again, til his knuckles start to bleed and he's straddled over his fathers bloody body. The carpet will never recover and Mikes willing to bet he's gonna spend the night in jail but he doesn't care, not a single bit.
"Oh you fucking piece of shit! Think you can beat me up and not have any consequences! Think I'll just take it!" Mike stands to slam his boot into Teds side as he curls up on the carpet with half attempts at pleading for Mike to stop. He silently thanks Robin for buying him the pair of black combat boots.
"I'll fucking end you! I've fought little kids with more strength than you! You're pathetic!" Mikes honestly a bit out of breath so he's thankful for Max stepping up to put a hand on his chest and nod for him to step away. She starts up her own rhythm of kicking Teds ribs in and Mike can't help but smile so wide it hurts his face. She needs this almost as bad as he does and Ted definitely deserves it.
"Back up both of you." The click of Nancy's shotgun follows it and Mikes jaw drops open at his sister there with her gun pointed directly to their father.
"I will say this once and only once, if you ever come near my family again or hurt any of them again I will shoot you and hide the body so good nobody will ever find you." Nancy snarls as she steps far enough into the room that her gun tip presses into Teds bleeding forehead.
"Here's what we'll do if you don't want to die at the hands of teenagers, you get into your car and leave without coming back. Then every month you deposit money into my mothers account so she can keep her stay at home lifestyle, if you don't I'll come find you. I promise." Nancy's eyes are pitch black with a shove of the gun into Teds forehead which has him groaning in pain.
"N-nance please-." Comes Teds weak plead and Mike really doesn't want to hear it as he steps and slams his boot into Teds side one more time. That seems to do the trick.
"Do we have an understanding?" Nancy quirks a brow before Teds nodding weakly. Steve and Johnathan are both there jumping to drag Ted out of the house which Mike can't even take time to question as Max is engulfing him in a tight hug.
"This is why you're my unofficial brother! That was so badass!" She squeals as Mike hugs her back just as tight, he smiles against her shoulder and feels adrenaline rushing through his veins that only lessens when he looks up at the rest of the people in the room.
Hopper and Joyce look well over the line of worried, almost like they're about to pass out. Wills gripping Johnathans hand as hard as possible, Lucas has the briefest proud look on his face, Els staring in shock, Robin and Johnathan are still in view through the open front door, Nancy's talking to Steve before he's heading out to the backyard where Mike spots Holly, Karen, Erica and Dustin.
Shit he might actually end up in jail. Shit.
"Mike..." Will steps towards to place gentle hands on Mikes cheeks that are hot with sweat. Mike takes his own hands to layer atop Wills, choosing to ignore the busted open knuckles that drip blood to the floor still.
"Sorry- don't know what came over me." He heaves, out of breath slightly. He doesn't want to admit it but he knows exactly what came over him, every pent up emotion he's ever had just flooded out of his system in the span of that fight.
"I'm gonna go to jail arent I?" Will chuckles and that fills Mikes system with ease since it's a cast difference to the pale white Will just was.
"No kid, you're not. Nobody reported anything and as far as I'm concerned, nobody saw anything either." Hopper chimes in. Mike nods then leans to press a kiss to Wills lips, it's not as tender as he hoped as he's still a bit out of breath and has to pull away to spit phlegm into the carpet. Shit his mom might be mad about that.
"Didn't know you could fight dude." Lucas gaps and Mike laughs, yeah he's never been the most heroic but he does train secretly in his basement from time to time. Not so much fighting but working out enough that he has abs and knows how to throw a punch. It seemed necessary after watching Steve get his shit kicked in by Billy.
"A lot you don't know about me Sinclair." That earns a light punch to his arm before Karen, Erica, Dustin and Holly are coming in. Karen's quick to pick Holly up and bring her upstairs away from the blood drenched carpet and nail filled bat on the ground still.
"Hey Mike, if you ever and I mean ever touch my car again I'm going to kill you. Same goes for you Mayfield." Mike and Max stifle back giggles at Steve's finger pointing, ever the mom that Dustin says he is.
"You got it Stevie." Mike shoots back with a grin.
"Hey game night isn't over yet, can we go back to Joyce's?"
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"It's not my fault you suck Byers!" Will groans as he pushes his stack of popcorn over to Dustin and Erica.
Everyone's sprawled out in the Byers living room after Max and Mikes knuckles were cleaned up and Karen told the kids to stay out of the house for a bit while Holly went to their grandparents and Karen could clean things up. Joyce agreed to house Mike and Nancy for the time being.
Nancy, Johnathan, Steve and Robin have overtaken the couch while Hopper and Joyce claimed the loveseat which leaves the party with the floor. Mike lays with his legs over Max's lap and head pillowed on Wills thighs. Max is leaned with her head against Lucas's shoulders who's sat across from where Erica, El and Dustin are. They're playing some betting version of Uno that Max made up when she had first joined the party. Dustin and Erica have a significant lead against Lucas and Will.
"You okay baby?" Will turns his head down at Mike when Dustin gets up to grab a soda so they pause the game. Mike smiles up at his boyfriend, he's never felt this relaxed in his life and he's definitely little as there's no reason not to be anymore. No barriers blocking that part of himself out.
"Mm." He hums happily which has Will taking the hint as he leans to press a kiss onto Mikes forehead. Max has also taken note of the headspace as she's busy undoing his boots to get rid of the tight pressure they give off.
"You need anything while we wait for Dustin and Erica?" Mike glances to the side where he can just see enough into the kitchen to see Dustin and Erica arguing about sodas lightheartedly.
"Mm mmm." There's nothing more Mike can think that he needs. He has all his people here, his fathers gone, he's happily little, they don't have school tomorrow and he gets to cuddle into his boyfriend all night. Life's pretty good right now, aside from the bruising on his hands or left over aches from his ribs.
"Just want cuddles?” Mike nods eagerly, little hun is always on the clinger side.
“Y’know I’m in the middle of this game but I’m sure Nancy would love to lay with you.” Nancy’s eyes have been staring at Mike since they stepped into this house and while Mikes sure she thinks she’s being discreet, she definitely is not. He gives Will a quick kiss to his cheek before stumbling over to where Nancy, Steve, Robin and Johnathan are sitting.
“Hey little man.” Robin grins between where she’s squished next to Nancy and Johnathan. Mike smiles in a slightly tired way, that adrenaline has worn off.
“You okay? Are you in pain? Do you need pain meds? I could go grab you some-.” Mike cuts off Nancy as he falls halfway into her lap and halfway onto Robins. He gets a laugh out of Robin but Nancy pauses.
Mike, I’m sorry I wasn’t there. With dad. I should’ve seen it and done something, I’m your big sister and I- I failed you-.” Nancy puts her hands up to wipe at her cheeks when a few tears fall.
“No Nance you were there. You let me run and hide in your room at night, you’d always stay up late watching movies with me when I couldn’t sleep, I know you think that you should’ve seen it but I made sure you wouldn’t. I made sure nobody would. So please don’t beat yourself up about it.” Mike assures as he lays his head onto Nancy’s shoulder and drapes his legs over her lap.
“But I never knew what you were hiding from at night, I just thought you were having nightmares or something.” Mike shakes his head against his sister.
“You didn’t need to know, you still let me stay. Even when I was way too old for it, you never turned me away.” Nancy lays her head atop Mikes with a hum.
“You remember that time I woke you up to stay in your bed when I was like eleven? It was your freshman year and you were so stressed about school that you weren’t sleeping but- but you let me lay with you. I was way too old to climb into my sisters bed at night but you didn’t even question it or say anything the next morning- you just held me like you always do. Like you are right now. That’s what a big sister is supposed to do and you are the best big sister.” Mike can hear Nancy sniffling and how everyone around them has paused to listen but he doesn’t care, he just tucks his head under Nancy’s chin and sighs contently.
“I- I always thought something was wrong but I never knew what- I just had that gut feeling that I should let you in, I should’ve known Mike, I should’ve asked more questions or figured it out on my own-.” Mike again stops Nancy.
“You wouldn’t have gotten any answers from me and dad wouldn’t have done anything if you were there. He always made sure the basement door was closed and mom was upstairs watching to see if you or Holly would get up. You couldn’t have known Nancy.” Nancy’s arms tug Mike into her chest more so he’s shifted to be sat in her lap as she hugs him tighter than he’s ever felt.
“I love you so much Mike. So much.” He sniffles back his own tears as he nods against Nancy.
“I love you too Nance.”
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Your “Love Song”
Request: nooooo, I wanted to do an intro kinda writing thing lol.
Can I request?: absolutely.
Genre: Fluffy romantic head canons of the CC’s!
Content Warnings: none, except for swearing maybe. And of course my music taste /j (thought I would put this here, any references to a “her” or “him” has a they/them in brackets just letting y'all know)
CC’s in Post: irl!Dream(wastaken), irl!Sapnap, & irl!Wilbur Soot.
Description: These are the songs that I think would fit for your relationship with these CC’s!
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Dream:
Cupid's Chokehold/Breakfast In America - Gym Class Heros
Holy shit Dream loves you so so so much it's unreal.
Like he would quite literally do anything for you like quite literally ANYTHING you can imagine.
Your day was shitty and you don't wanna do the dishes? He's got you covered.
You're sore from doing something physically exhausting? Don't worry, he'll do ANYTHING to make you feel better.
You got sick? He's already making soup and nursing you back to health.
He's semi-clingy like that you know?
Sometimes you may have to tell him that he doesn't have to do EVERYTHING for you, and that sometimes you can just do things yourself.
Remind him to take breaks too holy shit!! Like seriously mate go in there and REMIND HIM!!
But that's just because he loves you so much, he just can't express it any other way dude!!
I think the line that PERFECTLY sums up how he feels for you is “if I had to choose [them] or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun.”
Just make sure you treat him the same, trust me on this one okay????? Pls?????
“Take a look at my [s/o], [they're] the only one I got!”
“George!!”
That's the only thing you've truly heard since he started streaming. You'd been sitting on his bed, scrolling through Twitter while minding your own business. You hadn't done anything to disturb him given the fact he was streaming and well… he hadn't exactly revealed you yet.
You looked at your boyfriend, just wanting your clingy little teddy bear back, you stared at him for a second, before seeing him mute and turn to you.
You two stared at each other, a slightly awkward but… mostly comfortable silence. His eyes looked like they had literal hearts in them. He chuckled quietly, looking at you until you spoke up. “...Clay?”
You questioned you boyfriend until he muttered, “you know, you're the most attractive person I've ever seen… right?” You started to laugh as your boyfriend got up and sat next to you. He quickly pecked your cheek and went back to his stream, attempting to make up for having chat wait.
To say this happened often would be an understatement.
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Sapnap:
Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me - Waitress
I know people like to use this song in a more... stalkerish tendency. But, I don't think that's the meaning, you know.
Sapnap is very much... newer to love. It may come off in the wrong way, but he's trying to show you that he's not going anywhere because he loves you.
He can be awkward, but of course he's just excited!
You're his first s/o!!! How the hell could he not be excited?
Sapnap can be very “clingy” when your relationship starts... but don't worry. He calms down quickly.
Before you even know it, the relationship becomes natural, like you've been together for several years.
You two kind of end up acting like newly-wed’s when you get settled? If you get what I mean?
It's like you've been together for god knows how long, but you're just getting super settled and shit into a whole new level of your relationship.
I feel like the line that really represents how he feels is the line, “Oh, I'm gonna love you so. You'll learn what I already know, I love you means your never ever getting rid of me!”
He really believes that you're the one! So maybe (if you can) try to give the same energy back! Tell him you love him like, a lot!!
“I will never let you let me leave, I promise I'm not lying!”
What the fuck was that? You lay awake, thinking about the nightmare that just woke you. You slowly turned toward your phone. It's 4:08 am. You really shouldn't be up this early, should you? As you try to get back to sleep, you hear a muffled groan from him.
“Babe?” Sapnap asks, barely able to keep his eyes open, “Why ‘re you up?” You turned back to face him, wrapping your arms around his midsection. “‘is nothin’. Don't worry.”
His brows furrowed in thought, trying to stare at you for a second before asking, “Ya’ sure? You can tell me anything-” you quickly peck his lips, effectively shutting him up before mumbling, “it's just a nightmare. I'll be fine, as long I have you with me.” a small chuckle came from him before replying with,
“M’kay… love you.”
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Wilbur Soot:
Telephone - Waterparks
At first when he falls for you he's... really fucking nervous.
He doesn't wanna mess your relationship up AT ALL.
He thinks the you'd legitimently regret being with him, but we all know we trolley want a man like Wil.
But, there's still apart of him that really wants you to feel the same.
But once you start dating, this kind of stressing about making you regret dating him calms down a bit.
Keyword: a bit.
The intrusive thoughts about you two dating can still get to him yk, so, please just remind him that it'll be okay babes-
He's so soft when he's with you though, like, legit it's such a magical experience.
When he's not streaming or making music he's usually spending time with you!
He's just so sweet man, tbh I want a bf like Wilbur 🥴.
I think the lyric that really explains how he feels is “I can be your best yet, future favorite regret.” because he can be the softest motherfucker ever!! (or... well... hm.)
“I’m interested but distant to a fault, and I'd never want to complicate your heart!”
Boop ba boop! Boop ba boop! Your phone's ringtone filled your apartment as you dragged yourself from your bed to your desk. You sighed, looking at the number and realizing who was calling you. “Hey Wil.” you answered somewhat bluntly.
“[Y/N]! Hey!” Wilbur’s sweet voice rang through your ears like a whimsical melody. Your lips perked at his response, “Whats up?” you ask, your cheeks filling with heat as you looked at the screen. “Well I-” Wilbur cuts himself off at the noise in the background.
“...anyways, I'm coming over!” he finished. You realized he was probably walking his happy ass to your flat. You looked around at the mess, a small sigh escaping your lips as you replied, “I'll see you in five then?” a chuckle escaped his lips, “yup! See you in five!”
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Note: AAAAND THATS FINISHED, FINALLY. Why the hell did this take 2 days holy shit!? So, uh, I have an idea for making a part 2 but like... with the song that kinda describes the breakup (if there is one)? So let me know if you want that! Kay, see ya, byeeeeee!!!!
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