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earthtoplum · 2 years ago

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hellraiser. // eddie munson. (7)

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader - stranger things cast x female!reader

summary: Between school, band practices, D&D nights and shitty parents, you and Eddie have created the perfect little secret life together. The town of Hawkins despises him, but not you. You’re head over heels for the son of a bitch. About to graduate, the two of you are ready to run out of Indiana the moment those caps go in the air, but the inevitable Hawkins Curse creeps its way back into town, and takes hold of what you once thought was untouchable.

word count: 10k

warnings: language (always), mentions of death, suggestive conversation, this part is very lgbt, mentions of s/a storyline (not descriptive), smoking and drinking, SEASON 4 SPOILERS.

a/n: hi, thanks for being here! :) I feel like I keep edging the 'shit hitting the fan' part... thought it was going to happen here, we're SO CLOSE. Things about to go South.

*gif not mine, creds to whoever owns*

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seven. confessions

Eddie walked by you again, for the third time within the past ten minutes, his curly head of hair pointed directly at you each time. Sitting criss-cross on the couch, your eyes were pointed at the floor, paying no mind to his strategically planned out pacing. It’s been a few hours since you've been back from John's store, when the stir crazy argument you’ve been in was sparked at the kitchen table.

“What… are you doing?” You ask, extremely flat, lifting your eyes from the hardwood floor to where he paused in the archway that separated the kitchen from the living room. Crossing his arms, he shrugs and glances around sarcastically.

“Checking on you,” He says, making you wince with laughter, “Is that not okay?”

“I’m sitting on a couch, Eddie,” You dig slightly at his name.

“And I am making sure you’re not seeing things that aren’t really there,” His tone starts to match your snappy one. Widening your eyes, you scoff, loud.

“So you lied, you don’t believe me,” You say, and Eddie rolls his eyes with a groan, “I should’ve known, I should’ve fucking known. Y’know who would believe me?”

“Who?” Eddie narrows his eyes, giving his head a theatrical shake.

“Robin,” You say.

“Robin!” Eddie’s voice bounces off the walls of the house, as he slaps his hands at his sides, “Bet she would. She seemed reaaal worried about you, too,” His eyes bore into yours, “Real worried.” Feeling your cheeks start to grow pink, you begged your subconscious to keep it chill, but every pore on your skin gave you away. Sighing, you lay your head back on the top of the couch.

“Eddie,” You say quietly, the bitchiness in your voice having cooled off for a moment.

“Oh, come on, we’ve had that talk before, haven’t we?” He’s quieted down as well, but the twang in his tone is still sharp, “You like ‘em all, I like ‘em all, it’s nothing new for us.”

“Why are we even talking about this,” You groan, sitting forward to put your head in your hands, a shallow pit of shame pooling in your chest. What he’s talking about was discussed one time after smoking an entire joint, each. He’s clearly hung onto it in a negative way, which was strange.

“You brought her up,” Eddie mutters, thinning his lips into a fine line. Watching you rub your eyes for a minute, it’s quiet until he hurries over to the stairs, skipping up the wooden panels two at a time. Turning your head to catch a glimpse of his bottom half turning the corner into one of the bedrooms, you groan louder and jump onto your feet.

“Hey,” You call out to him, taking your time up the stairs. You follow where he turned, going into the bedroom you were just sharing that morning, and you find him sitting on the edge of the bed lighting what was left of the weed you had smoked last night. “We’re not done talking.”

Eddie, with his eyes on you, takes a long puff of the joint, holding it in for a couple of seconds. Nodding his head, he blows out the smoke, looking away from you as he holds out the skinny white wrapped paper for you to take.

“This was coming,” He says, and makes a sound that resembles a quick laugh.

“What was?” You ask quietly, sitting down beside him, hitting the joint. Eddie glances at you, watching you smoke his weed. After you exhale, he smirks.

“This was,” He gestures between you, taking back what he had offered to you, “We haven’t smoked in forever, we’re just hungover,” He studies the crackling paper before he puts it between his lips, “Clearly we don’t need to have sex,” He says within the smoke, getting you to laugh, and he turns to you with a small smile.

Passing the joint back and forth for a couple of minutes in a silence that was now a little more comfortable, Eddie puts it out on the underneath of the end table once it’s too tiny to smoke, and shifts on the mattress to face you. Both of you were in a decent high, but one where you were still coherent enough to pay attention to each other. You’ve shown up to Click’s class like this numerous times, with enough of a euphoric buzz to get you through the day.

“I hope you know that I believe you,” Eddie says with soft eyes that didn’t seem to be affected by the smoke. Typically his eyes would glaze over in the slightest way, accentuating his puppy dog features. Looking down at your lap, you bob your head. “And… I don’t care if Robin believes you, too,” He reaches a hand over and places it on your knee, “So what if you like her, who cares?” You look from his hand to his face, shocked.

“What?” You breathe, and he deadpans.

“It’s kinda hot,” He half shrugs, both of you snickering at his comment, “Shit,” He mutters, taking a deep breath, “I like you having friends. You guys seem to have a lot in common.” Gripping his hand that rested on your jeans, you link your fingers together and scoot closer to him.

“We have more in common,” You counteroffer, raising your eyebrows, feeling a need to validate him while he spoke about Robin. Eddie smiles at your effort, leaning into you to peck your cheek. You want to kiss his lips but he’s quick to pull away.

“That seems so sweet,” He says with a gravel in his tone, one that makes you squint. Turning his head to cough into his elbow, he freezes.

At the speed of light only his eyes flicker to you, and when they meet yours, you’re sent straight into the creepy blue world with the writhing vines. Your body jolts, shaking Eddie’s hand away with vigor.

“No, no, no,” You mumble, looking frantically around the room that you expected to resemble the one at Ricks, and it does. The thick, dark vines are all over the floor, and scaling the walls, slithering onto the ceiling. The blankets you’re on have gone dingy, making you want to scramble to your feet, but with the vines covering every square inch of the floor, you stay put.

“How long have I been here,” You whisper while tears well in your eyes, “I don’t remember… I can’t remember…” Crawling to the center of the bed, you tuck your knees into your chest and wrap your arms around your legs, burrowing your face into your chest. “Let me go, let me go,” You repeat, rocking back and forth, “Let me go!” You shout with a fire, lifting your head to demand whoever was holding you in this world to take you back, but the scene has changed again.

Steve the hair Harrington is standing in the doorway of his sliding glass door to his exquisite patio and pool. His hands are on his hips as he glares at you, the party chatter around you turning into pathetic giggles as he starts toward you in his striped Reebok sneakers. You’re standing in his kitchen, wobbling back and forth on your toes, stumbling a bit when you lean too far.

“Wha-the-fuck?” You slur, lifting a hand to hold your forehead. Looking down at yourself, you’re wearing the outfit you had on that night back in August, but, that was happening right now. “Let me… go…” You mumble, glancing behind you where Tommy H was just looming over your shoulder, but he had disappeared.

“What the hell is going on?” Steve’s voice is angry, slightly annoyed. Turning back to him, you find Tommy H by his side holding him by the shoulder, speaking into his ear directly to him. The room is moving in waves, whatever you had to drink had to have been tampered with, because this felt like that one time you tripped with Eddie, just much worse. Of course at fourteen years old, you had actually no idea what was happening to you.

“She got in my pants, bro,” Tommy H speaks up, looking at you. The people around you grow quieter, only the sound of whispers can be heard as they lean into one another to pass around the apparent secret. Steve glares at you. If looks could kill, his eyes would have you on the floor.

“No,” You say from your chest, feeling your chin crinkle. Sucking in a deep breath, you look around at the high schoolers staring at you and feel a tear roll down your cheek. Your fingers twitch as you glance down at yourself, your clothes disheveled from moments ago when you tried to pull them back on. Your tank top was untucked, hanging over the waist of your jeans where the top button was still undone. The ponytail on your head was drooping, slipping out of the rubber band you had tied it up with.

“What did you do?” You choke out as more tears fall, looking back up at Tommy H and Steve. The boy with the buzzcut chortles and shakes his head.

“I didn’t do shit,” He spat, walking so close to you you could smell the alcohol on his breath, “Watch yourself, sweetie,” He snarls, lifting a hand to tap you on the shoulder making you stumble backward into the wall as you lose your balance. Tommy laughs along with everyone else, “Maybe learn how to handle your beer before you come to a Hawkins High party, yeah?” He steps in front of you once more.

“L-Leave.. Leave me….” Your voice shakes. Pinned to the wall, your nails drag along the wallpaper leaving behind crooked lines of pure discomfort.

“L-L-L-Leeeave, oh, please!” Tommy teases you before the crowd around you roars with laughter again. He watches you cry, a sadistic smile growing on his face. “Thought because you were here, it meant you were cool, but you actually suck. I have a girlfriend,” He speaks derogatorily to you, dragging out his words.

“What is going on?” A shrill voice says from over where Steve was standing. Tommy turns around, and you can spot who it is. Carol. “Tommy what the hell?” Her arms are crossed, and she's chomping on her gum like a cow. Looking beside her, you finally find Nancy.

“Nance,” You whisper, and you want to hurry to her side, but your veins were still flowing with something unknown, keeping you woozy. The way she was eyeing you was also keeping your feet in place. She looked… disgusted.

“Your little friend, Wheeler,” Tommy H’s obnoxious voice comes out loud for everyone to hear as he speaks directly to Nancy, ignoring his girlfriend, “You invited a rat.” His beady eyes turn over his shoulder to send you an icy stare.

“You, it was you,” You barely say, closing your eyes so you don’t have to be forced to look at him, and the moment they shut you can feel hands on your shoulders shaking you.

The party vanishes, and so do all the people along with Tommy H and Steve. In darkness you listen for the atrocious sound of the vines, but you’re in silence. Whoever has you by the shoulders has let go, their grip could barely be felt, a dull sensation on your arms.

Then, somewhere in the background you hear a cry. It echoes around you, ringing in your ears, like you’re standing inside of a fishbowl. It’s familiar, one you’ve heard before. A cry that you can feel yourself, bruising your own personal empathy. There’s a word spoken, it’s muffled and distorted, but it’s real.

Focusing on the second cry you hear, you try to wiggle your fingers, and when you do the sound around you gets louder. The little tricks that get you through a panic attack start to bring you back into real life. Tapping your feet, wiggling your fingers and taking in deep breaths while you count to ten all center you, until you’re able to feel things around you and open your eyes with a gasp.

Coughing, you fall forward onto the floor, planting your hands on the hardwood. Blinking a few times, the world around you is blurry and somewhat dark. The sun was setting. The smell of cigarettes and staleness filters through your nose, and as you look around the room you’re in you see that you’re in Ricks on the living room floor.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey,” Is uttered frantically from beside you from Eddie who’s leaning toward you with his hands up by his side. His eyes are wide with fear, red, and stained with tears. His voice wobbles as he speaks to you, “I’m right here, I’m here.” He holds out his hands, but is afraid to touch you.

Clutching your chest with a hand, you take a loud deep breath and every other gasp that follows gets quieter. As you turn to Eddie, you feel your heart crumple between your lungs. It was his cries you had heard, he had to have been the one who was squeezing your shoulders, shaking you to try to bring you back to this reality. A singular tear falls from your left eye as you sit in silence.

Eddie is frozen aside from his hands trembling, a subconscious move you were all too familiar with. His breath seemed stagnant, like he was afraid to make a sound. His frightened eyes watch yours, waiting for an answer, or for anything, any sign of life to leave your body.

Sitting up slowly, almost with caution, your eyes stay locked on his, and once you’re properly seated, you sigh and mumble, “What the fuck?” Eddie nearly snorts, rolling his head back as he lets out a cry.

“Yeah! What the fuck!” He practically shouts, and you want to laugh, so bad, but you’re exhausted. Beside him on the floor sits his walkie, in near pieces. There’s a battery on the floor and a part of the plastic missing.

“How long was that?” Your voice is just above a whisper, “How long?” Eddie relaxes his body with a heavy exhale, shrugging his shoulders, begging for mercy.

“Felt like hours,” He says wiping his cheeks with the back of his hands, “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” He actually shouts this time, making you jump, “Sorry,” He reaches out a hand, his eyes going worried, “Jesus… I just, motherfucker…” He mutters, dropping his head backward.

“Eddie,” You try to scoot closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, now making him jump, shooting his head up to look at you, “Sorry,” You whisper, and you both give each other some kind of smile. After a few seconds Eddie’s falls, turning into a crinkled frown. Taking your hand from his shoulder, you touch his cheek, rubbing your thumb over a tear to wipe it away. Eddie cries quietly, watching you intently before he whispers five words that crush your spirit.

“I thought I lost you,” His voice cracks. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, he takes a shaky breath, “You looked like, like Chrissy did, before she…” He motions with his hand toward the ceiling, making you close your eyes for a moment, feeling your stomach flip, “I didn’t know what to do, I tried to wake you up, I tried to talk to Dustin, but I think he’s on some other channel… Shit,” He gestures to the walkie, shaking his head, “I threw it on the floor, he wasn’t answering me.”

“Does it still work?” You ask, and he tilts his head.

“I don’t, I don’t know,” He mumbles.

Taking your hand back, you tear your eyes away and crawl on the floor to the walkie, popping the battery back into it and seeing if the little plastic piece would stick back onto it. It doesn’t, but thankfully the walkie turns back on. Eddie, watching your every move with a close eye, frowns as he sees you turn the nob a couple of times, trying to get some kind of signal. You always needed his help when it came to this kind of thing, but he didn’t want to bruise your ego, you looked as if you were on a mission.

“What are you doing?” He asks quietly when you put the walkie down in frustration. Putting your hand to your forehead, you close your eyes and revel in the awful feeling of the headache that hit you like an aftershock.

“Max,” You whisper.

“What?” Eddie sighs.

“Max,” You say, raising your voice, dropping your hand to your knee so you can look him in the eye, “Last time, when this happened to me, she was having… visions, too. Except she was having the ones with the clocks, Eddie,” His eyes softened, his shoulders slumping a bit, “I didn’t see any goddamn clocks, and I don’t know why I’m seeing what I’m seeing, but I think it has to do with Max. We need to talk to Dustin, or… Robin.” Your voice hushes at the mention of her name, remembering what had occurred in the Upside Down, or the vision, or whatever the hell you’re dealing with.

It doesn’t seem to affect Eddie, he simply nods and holds out his hand for you to give him the walkie to fix properly. Handing it over, you lower your eyebrows and scoot closer to him. Shifting your body so you’re sitting behind him, you wrap your arms around his torso and place your chin on one of his shoulders to watch him work.

“You and Robing seem cool,” Eddie says, giving you a sideways glance, trying to start some normal conversation that didn’t have anything to do with the craziness that was going on. Pulling your lips into a tight line, you hum in response, feeling that pit of guilt start to manifest in your stomach. He doesn’t know what happened in Vecna’s vision, but the conversation the shapeshifting monster had spoken of was very much real, and it had happened late one night in the summer before junior year.

“She seemed worried about you, yesterday, I mean,” His near mirroring of the conversation sent a wave of nausea over you. Clicking the broken plastic piece into place, he twists the knob to the channel Dustin told him to stay on, and holds it up with a little bit of pride, giving you a tiny smile. Taking it from him, you sit back on your heels and focus your eyes on the rectangular screen.

“Yeah,” Is all you can muster up to say back. Eddie turns to face you, sitting criss-cross in his ripped jeans. Waiting a moment before he speaks again, he takes a deep breath.

“You guys are… good? When you’re all together?” He asks with some hope that your mood would change for the better, “I mean, I know Wheeler’s there, so… Uh, does… does Robin… help?” You lift your eyes to meet his for only a second before dropping them back down to the walkie that was giving off static.

“Yeah, Eddie, we’re good,” You nod slightly, messing with the antena, pulling it out and pushing it back in, “She’s really cool, actually, she gets it, yanno?” Eddie nods, his lips perking up into some kind of smile while he listens to you finally speak of positive things, “She helps with Nance, and… she gets the anxiety part, yanno, she said that the other day, you heard her, I just think… I just-”

“What?” Eddie laughs under his breath, reaching for your hand to stop your anxious fidgeting that was seconds away from turning to the worst. Letting go of the metal antena, you link your fingers together and give his hand a decent squeeze, one he makes a funny face at.

Looking up at him, you can see in his eyes that he’s waiting for you to say it. His smug little grin was subtle, but you could see a hint of an ‘I told you so’ coming.

Feelings weren’t easy for you like they were for other people. Since you were in middle school you knew that something wasn’t right on the inside, and you couldn’t place why because you didn’t know the words. Hawkins Indiana was a nightmare to most people, which was why you kept everything bottled up on the inside, out of pure fear. The older you grew, the more secretive you tried to become.

It wasn’t until that late night, heavily intoxicated conversation with Eddie that slipped out of you both with ease, that you realized the things you were feeling, other people were feeling them too. Both of you swore one another to secrecy of course, saying you’d take this to the grave, though some people in Hawkins would put you down there anyway if they had found out what you confessed.

“Do you ever think about how lucky it was of us to find each other?” You ask quietly, rubbing your thumb along one of his fingers. Lowering his brows, he releases a breath that sounded like a laugh, probably reacting to your sudden sappiness.

“I mean, Hawkins isn't that big... But, yeah, I swear I think about it everyday,” Eddie says, “Why?” Lifting your hands, you kiss the back of his.

“Some people aren’t this lucky,” You whisper, “To have somebody who gets them, who knows everything about them, even the shit that’s… Wrong with them. We know it all, Eddie, and I mean… all of it.” Narrowing his eyes, he shifts closer to you, your knees touching. He doesn’t speak, he doesn't interrupt you, instead he encourages you to continue with a soft hum and nod, agreeing with you.

“Robin…” You begin, then pause, contemplating the following statement, “Robin isn’t so lucky, Eddie,” You let your eyes fall to your hands, tracing circles on his skin, “She said something to me, when we were in the library?” Glancing to him to see if he remembers what you told him of yesterday, he gives you a nod before you focus back on your hands, “We were… being silly, I guess, and maybe I said something that seemed…”

“Flirty?” Eddie offered, raising his eyebrows, though he wasn’t surprised. Catching a glimpse of his face, you quickly look away with shame.

“Anyway,” You emphasize sarcastically, making him laugh, “She told me to ‘cool it with that’, and when I asked her why, she said ‘because you have an Eddie’.”

“Oh shit,” He mutters, his smile dropping. Meeting his eyes, you both have a similar look on your faces. A knowing look.

“Yeah, oh shit,” You repeat.

“And here I was thinking you were about to tell me you have the hots for Robin,” He says, his eyes glancing around the room as he lets this information sink in. You make a quiet noise, a suspicious one, one that makes him look at you stupidly. The face you’re pulling makes him laugh out loud again. “Jesus Christ,” He shakes his head, his grin growing as he bounced your hands around. Laughing with him, feeling your cheeks turn pink, you dive into his lap and throw your arms around his shoulders.

“I don’t know if I know what that feels like,” You say, brushing your nose with his. Relaxing his smile, he shrugs.

“How’d you feel the first time you wanted to bang me?” He asks without remorse, grinning wickedly as you try to squirm out of his grasp, giggling away.

“It’s not that, it’s not that,” You babble, then calm down and grab his cheeks, squeezing his lips into a pout, “I love you,” You say before you kiss him, “I don’t think I’ll feel other people the way I feel you, Eddie.” He smirks, a dirty joke popping into his mind, one he doesn’t relay, fighting the urge to lay it on you, but the look in your eye is just too sweet.

“I love you too, baby,” He says softly. Resting his forehead on yours, you close your eyes, wallowing in this moment of the two of you, until you process what he’s just said.

“Hey,” You pull away, placing your arms back on his shoulders.

“Hey?” He questions, pulling a funny face at the unknown about to crash into him.

“Where’d ‘princess�� go?” You ask, twisting your face in confusion, “You haven’t said it in a while, that’s weird.” Swallowing hard, Eddie brings his bottom lip between his teeth, tightening his jaw.

“Do you miss it?” He asks, searching your eyes for something. Thinking about it, the nickname had become so normal to you that in a way, yes, you did miss it, but much like his following words, something was different. “I dunno, something’s changed. Maybe it’s because I’m not being suffocated by D and D right now, I dunno. I think you’ve changed.”

“I’ve changed?” Raising your eyebrows, widening your eyes, a hint of a smile teases your lips.

“Yeah,” He nods, “You’ve changed, but… in a good way. Surely there’s another name that fits you better than… Princess.” When the word tumbles from his lips, his voice is sultry, teasing you, and of course it makes your heart skip a beat, but he was right. It was different, it felt different, almost as if you’ve outgrown the cute little nickname he gave you Halloween night sophomore year.

Leaning back toward him, you smile and say, “Are we growing up?” And Eddie chuckles, lifting a hand to push your hair from your forehead.

He nods, and opens his mouth, and for a moment you think he’ll agree with you, until he whispers, “Never.”

Giggling as he smiles, you lock your arms behind his neck and lean in to press your lips together, dragging this kiss for longer than the one before. Eddie slides his arms around your back, pulling your body closer to his, sitting you right on top of his lap so you could wrap your legs around his waist. The kiss is sweet, and all things innocent, but full of absolutely everything you needed.

For a couple of minutes things are quiet, peaceful, just the sound of your breath and Eddie’s hands sliding up and down your back with grace, until the walkie that had been placed on the floor beside you buzzed. Parting with an obnoxious smack, both of your heads whip to look down at it.

“Ed… Eddie?” Dustin’s voice comes through, and the two of you sigh audibly with relief. Keeping you pressed to him, Eddie reaches for the walkie with one hand.

“Dustin! Dustin!” He exclaims with a hearty laugh, “Oh, fuck, man is it good to hear your voice.”

“You sound happy, I really thought you’d be mad at me, especially after what I’m about to tell you,” Dustin says. Eddie shares a look with you, then shakes his head.

“I can hear your voice, I’m happy, I don’t care,” He says, “Hey, think you could put Robin on-”

“Eddie!” You sneer from behind gritted teeth, though you were smiling ear to ear. Swatting at the walkie, Eddie holds it up high with a shiteating grin out of your reach.

“I… No, Eddie, she’s sleeping, almost all of them are, we had an insane day… Insane,” Dustin’s usual upbeat self sounded a bit defeated, making you and Eddie mature within ten seconds to answer him seriously.

“Uh, yeah, us too, insane day,” Eddie squinted, “It, uh, it happened again.”

“You’re shitting me, goddamn, and of course, I don’t have an answer for you,” Dustin sighs, grobbling at himself, “Max had a huge episode today, multiple ones, she… she flew, Eddie, it was almost it…. God, it was… terrifying. Thought I was going to watch one of my best friends die…” You and Eddie share another look, this time one filled with uncertainty. Visions of Chrissy flashback to Eddie.

“We actually talked about that,” You speak up, taking the walkie from Eddie as you watch his mind take him elsewhere for a bit, Dustin's description of what he had witnessed with Max taking him right back to the night in the trailer with Chrissy Cunningham.

“Oh, hey,” Dustin says nonchalantly, making you laugh.

“Hey,” You say back, “Um, we were trying to talk to you before, but we couldn’t get to you… Every time I have visions of… I now assume, trauma… It’s at the same exact time it happens to Max.”

“Trauma?” Eddie mumbles, coming back to reality, shooting you a worried look.

“Interesting,” The freshman says, “Let me sit on it. At least until we figure out more about Vecna. If you get pulled into a vision again, you’re going to need music, it’ll help pull you out and keep you out. Kate Bush has been over here on replay. Running up that road… Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh hill…” He starts to sing. You and Eddie listen with smiles, then laugh together.

“Music, got it,” You say, “Yanno, you could go worldwide with a voice like that.”

“Oh, shut up,” Dustin mutters, “You guys are good though? All things considered?” Smiling at the walkie, you admire Dustin Hendersons maturity once again.

“We’re good, buddy,” Eddie says, tightening his grip around your back, “But, now I really don’t think I’m gonna sleep until this is figured out.” You hear a heavy sigh on Dustin's side.

“Me too,” He says. There’s a moment of silence.

“Is Max okay?” You finally ask, feeling your worry for her grow. It hurts to learn of what she’s experienced, and you wish you could’ve been there with her, though if you were under your own hypnosis… there’s no telling if you’d be able to help her or not.

“She has her headphones on, runnin’ up that buildin’,” Dustin sings again, “Her eyes are closed, I hope she’s sleeping. Oh, she, uh, wrote us letters. There’s one for you.” Your eyes go wide.

“Letters? What?” You ask.

“She said it’s her safety… you know, if something were to happen to her, she has a way of telling you things, and… Yeah,” Dustin’s voice was near a whisper. There's a shift within you, one that affects your heart. Max was there with her best friends, people she’s known for years, and she's written them letters, last words, closure, but she’s also written one for you. A girl dating a boy who lives across the street from her. You didn't think you’ve had that much of an affect on her, you’ve only actually known her for a few days.

“She wrote one for me?” You ask rhetorically. Eddie’s expression is soft, watching you.

“Yeah, but we’re not allowed to open them,” Dustin says, “Unless…”

“No,” You say abruptly, “That ‘unless’ is not going to happen.” You were going to be sure of it. That fourteen year old you saw a lot of yourself in was not going to die, not on your watch.

Eddie sits patiently, content with listening to you talk to Dustin. He’s heard about your time spent with Max and the others out in Hawkins while he’s hidden here at Ricks, and hearing you speak of Max now, with a force in your voice, he’s reminded of how you speak of him. You’ve always had a protective nature about Eddie, minorly territorial, but one that was for his own safety, and though you were barely skilled enough to kill a fly, he cherished the moments it seemed you’d go swinging for him.

When Eddie would see Max before all of this, when he’d hear Dustin and Mike talk about her, he would always think of you. You and Max shared the same ‘doesn’t give a shit, but cares so deeply for everyone around her’ passion, even when the people around you, closest to you, would try to bring you down.

“Do you want to go see her?” Eddie whispers to you right as you’re about to push the button to answer whatever Dustin had just asked you, leaving you with your jaw open in subtle shock. His eyes are gentle, his eyebrows turning up a bit as he waits for you to give him an answer.

“Go… see her,” You repeat, nodding your head, “I can do that?”

Eddie chuckles, “You’re not the one wanted for murder, you can do whatever you want, but…” He lowers his chin, and his big brown eyes start to suck you in, “I’m… scared.” Shifting on his lap to level his face with yours, you sigh.

“Hello? Did I lose you?” Dustin’s voice interrupts you. Pressing the button hard, you smile.

“Still here, hang on,” You say, and release it with a click, “Eddie,” You whisper to the boy in front of you who’s eyes have fallen, “I do… want to go see her, but, if you don’t want me to, I can stay here.” He looks up at you like you’ve got three heads.

“Who am I to tell you what to do?” He asks, and before you even get the chance to eye him cheekily, he cuts you off, “Don’t answer that,” He huffed a laugh, “Do what you want.” His eyes drop again. Reaching a hand up, you cradled his cheek and kissed it.

“I don’t want to go alone,” You whisper.

“Well, I can’t go with you,” Eddie jokes, finally looking up at you, making you smile, “I have an idea,” He speaks as if his words are small, “You may not like it, I don’t really like it, actually, but-uhh… What if... Harrington… drove?”

“You’re kidding,” You deadpan.

By sunrise Steve was parked down the street from Ricks with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes pointed to the steering wheel, staring emptily into nothing. When Dustin had asked him to do this one thing- tentatively asked him, after Dustin remembered their conversation hours prior, Steve wanted to decline.

Part of him didn’t want to drive out here and pick you up, it meant there was a chance he’d have to see Eddie. Eddie and his long hair, and his carefree attitude. Eddie who could pull off wearing denim on any part of his body, making it look effortlessly good, something that Billy Hargrove was good at too. They both had the hair, they both had the attitude that got them what they wanted, they both had the girls… It was like Eddie knew how to get under his skin, just like Billy used to, even though he barely spoke to the metalhead.

Sitting with the windows cracked, the warmth of the sun leaking in on this chilly March morning, Steve turns the volume of the radio up a bit hoping that when you got in the car it would ease the tension he’s expecting.

After waiting for a couple minutes he spots you when you round an overgrown tree hanging into the street, coming toward him with your hands in your pockets and your head down. Letting out a heavy sigh that was tight within his chest, he unlocked his doors and prepped for your landing.

What he didn’t get to see was how long Eddie had held onto you until it was time for you to walk away, the kisses he was planting all over, and how he couldn’t take his eyes off of you until you were totally out of sight from the windows in the living room.

As much as Eddie got to Steve, Steve did just the same to Eddie. It tore him up knowing that he was sending you away, offering the idea to get into the car that belonged to the guy who ultimately tried to ruin your life a few years ago.

Sure, the two of you haven’t seen him since he’s graduated really, you’ve only heard about him through Dustin, and when Eddie jumped out of the boat the night you came to find him, almost tackling Steve to the ground, threatening him with a pathetically tiny shard of broken glass, there was something… off. Through the terror and tears lining his eyes, Eddie was looking straight into Harringtons big, round, startled brown ones, and for a moment, just half a second, he almost forgot how much resentment he felt toward him.

However, once Harrington opened his mouth and started to act like he knew you, Eddie was almost back to square one. Almost. Steve the hair Harrington was his Robin, and he knew it, but he was most likely his Nancy Wheeler as well. Both of the girls causing some type of emotional fueled torment in your life were wrapped up into one being for him.

“Hey,” Steve’s voice is light as you yank open the front door to the BMW and slide in, “You doing okay?” Giving him a sideways look while you pull the door shut, you nod.

“Doing okay,” You answer, tugging on your seatbelt, “You?” You ask him with another side eye. He makes a dad face, pouting his bottom lip as he bobs his head, glancing around at his surroundings.

“Doing okay,” He shrugs.

The ever so slowly thickening awkward air that surrounded you two was suffocating for all of seven seconds as you sat in dead silence before he threw the car in drive and started you toward the Wheelers.

“So, uh, you’ve heard what’s been going on over here? Since you, yanno, ran away?” The end of his words come out with a laugh, one that you cannot place, whether it be genuine or sarcastic. Turning your head to look out the window and watch Hawkins pass by, you respond with a soft sound. Steve glances to you with furrowed brows, a concerned look painted on his face.

“I know stuff’s been… going on with you,” Again, you couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or just trying to fill the air, “Henderson kinda filled us in.” His hands tap the steering wheel.

“Yep,” You mumble, not giving him much to go off of. Shooting you another glance, he sighs, then hears Robin in the back of his mind.

“Okay, look,” He begins, focusing back on the road. His tone of despair and determination makes you crack, and you finally twist in your seat to look at him. Catching a quick glimpse of you, he straightens out and clenches his jaw.

“Harrington,” You say with dread. You had a feeling of what was coming, “Don’t.”

“No, I have to,” He says with a weary smile growing on his lips, “Robin’s orders, and, if I don’t, she’ll have my head,” He’s laughing, again, this time with complete panic, “And she means it. Have you seen this girl mad? ‘Course you haven’t, not yet at least, but man, oh man, she will obliterate me. And since meeting you? I don’t know what you’ve done to her, but she’s, like, extra crazy when it comes to you.” You want to smile at the mention of Robin, but you keep it to yourself. It was comforting to hear that she kept her word and somehow got inside of Steve’s airheaded brain. It was also terrifying to know that she was apparently being extra crazy because of you, there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

“She’s being extra crazy? Is Robin usually, regular crazy?” You ask. Steve takes a deep breath after his monologue and slaps a hand against the steering wheel again, shaking his head.

“I don’t… I dunno, yeah, I guess, she’s insane, but she’s great,” He says, his panicked tone now relaxed, “She just seems protective of you.” Looking down to your lap, the smile you were withholding leaked, and Steve caught some of it. He does a double take in suspicion.

“Anyway,” He mutters, “It seems that I’ve reconciled my differences with a majority of people from high school, clearly except two,” His voice has gone soft, a setting you didn’t think he was equipped with, “I’m… I’m sorry.” His words hit you in the chest, and they want to sink into your heart, but it’s guarded.

Pulling up to a stop sign, Steve sinks back in his chair and turns to you with a look of complete sincerity. It churns your stomach, the unsaid mention of that night making your fingers tingle and your throat tighten. You don’t give him a response, you watch him with nothing but a straight face.

“It was fucked up,” Steve uses Robins words, “It was really fucked up, and I was too blinded by… by being Steve the hair Harrington to realize what was actually going on. I mean, who the hell just lets that happen in their house? And then blames… I blamed you.” Pressing your lips together tight, you felt a lump in your throat, and as much as you were begging yourself to not cry in front of Steve Harrington, the way his own voice cracked was enough to trigger your tears.

“I was an absolute douche to you. The entire night. I didn’t tell you where Nancy was, in fact I tried to keep her from you when I really should’ve sent you right to her, you would’ve been safe, I… fuck,” He pauses to take a breath, a deep, shaking one, “You were, jesus, you were fourteen,” He whispers, looking at you, and when he sees your tears he gulps, “You were Max,” He pauses for longer after her name, watching you squeeze your eyes shut, “I can’t even begin to imagine something that happening to her, I’d probably kill the guy for Christ’s sake, but… I fucked up with you. Truly, and I can’t even begin to forgive myself, so I do get it, I get why you hate my guts, I get why… I get why Eddie wanted me dead, because, well, I would.”

Sucking in a breath followed by a quiet sob, you reach a trembling hand out for him to take. Steve hesitates, his eyes moving from your closed eyes, to your hand, then back to your closed eyes. Remembering your moment in the shed at Ricks, the moment where you were in a panic, Steve figures he’s supposed to hold your hand, so he does. He takes it gently, his smooth skin just as warm as yours.

You deserved so much more from him, and he knows it, but his apology seemed to be enough for now. Acknowledgement of the fact that he screwed up was helping to ease some of the past three years of your life in a way, but it didn’t solve it. There was still a great amount of damage to heal, but hopefully this was a start.

“I know nothing I say will take away what happened,” Steve adds, “And I know that me saying that I’ve changed is worthless to you.”

You laugh through your tears and look up at him, “Robin’s been trying to get that through my head,” Steve’s eyes go wild, “Yeah, I know,” You sniffle and wipe your tears off of your cheeks, “She’s got your back. I didn’t want to believe her. You're such a villain to me, to us. At least you were, and just when we thought we got rid of you, that curly headed little genius Eddie rescued turns out to be your friend.”

“But you didn’t say anything to Henderson, why?” Steve narrows his eyes, still speaking with that gentle tone. It was almost fatherly.

“Because, Steve,” You roll your eyes, “Dustin loves you, why would we tell him bad things about you? Things that happened way before you became this ‘hero’ to him, or something. That would be so shitty.” Steve glances down to your hand he was still holding, it had stopped trembling.

“Guess that’s why I’m the villain, huh? ‘Cause if I were you I would’ve spilled all that shit to him,” He says, then adds with a headnod, “At least, Steve the hair Harrington would’ve spilled it. I don’t think I’d do that now.”

The two of you jump apart at the sound of a car honking behind yours. Snatching your hand back, you tuck it back into your jacket pocket and face forward. Steve grumbles to the driver, when it was your fault, you were in the way at the stop sign, and he continues the journey to Maple.

“Thanks,” You say after a couple of minutes of quiet. Steve nods.

“You deserve more than an apology, don’t thank me,” He says.

“If you ever find Tommy H you can kill him for me, how about that?” You offer playfully, giving him a look.

“Would that get me on Eddie’s good side?” Steve asks, meeting your eyes. Slowly shaking your head, you laugh quietly watching Steve turn away in dismay.

“You’ll have to do a lot more than that, Steve,” You say, borderline sarcastically, but he doesn’t seem to pick up on it.

The once awkward air is slightly more comfortable by the time you turn onto Maple and the Wheeler's house comes into view. The feeling of electricity starts to buzz in your veins, and memories of being on this street flashback to you. Squeezing your hands into fists in your pockets, you take a breath and let it out fast, and loud.

“Yeah, same,” Steve mumbles as he parks the car.

“Hate it here,” You whisper, staring up at the brick house you used to spend nights in. Steve follows your line of sight.

“Yeah, same,” He whispers. You look at one another, and for once in your life you and Steve Harrington are playing the same game. “For Max?” He nods.

“For Max,” You agree.

The inside of the Wheeler’s hadn’t changed, except for some of the updated photos hanging on the walls. It had the same homey smell that was being mixed with pancakes at the moment, the same wallpaper, and the same nice floors. The twisty staircase was always your favorite, you loved how it was shaped differently than your straight ones.

A memory comes to you as you pass by them staying behind Steve, the night you and Nancy tucked yourselves in your sleeping bags and slid down the carpet like you were on a playground. It was both eerie, yet slightly comforting to be back in this space.

Walking into the kitchen that looked like it had been remodeled a bit, the first person you spot is a little girl with pigtails sitting at the kitchen table with a LiteBrite set in front of her. She takes a peek up at you and Steve, then minds her business. You assume that’s Holly, the littlest Wheeler you’ve never met but have heard about from Mike.

“Hey, brought you something,” Steve says, then steps aside looking back at you. Shifting your eyes from Holly to the person in the chair beside her, you both gasp at the sight of one another.

Max gives you a small smile where she’s seated with papers and crayons sprawled out on the wood. With a sigh of relief at her attentive, yet tired eyes, you return the smile. There’s still life to her, the fiery spark inside of her was still burning, a bit of hope.

“What are you doing here?” Max says at the exact same time as Nancy Wheeler who was walking up from her basement with Dustin trailing behind her. Nancy’s was full of more shock than Max’s.

All at once, commotion comes from the kitchen and that’s when you spot Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler. Dread fills your very soul.

“Oh my gosh!” Karen nearly squeals, throwing the spatula she was holding in the air. Ted turns over his shoulder sipping his coffee, squinting his eyes at you. Karen sings your name in the sweetest way, flipping some pancakes onto a plate that she slid onto the island counter. “It’s been so long! How are you?” You exchange a look with Steve, one that seems like he’s encouraging you to interact with Nancy’s mother, though the way she was dressed made you want to giggle. She had a way of keeping up with the latest trends in just that way, late.

“Hi,” You manage to say, feeling your hands clam up with the way everyone is staring at you, “I’m… alright, how are you?”

“You know,” Karen begins, planting a hand on the countertop, “I was just on the phone with your mother,” She seems to have either missed, or is ignoring your response to her question, “It was… yesterday? The day before?” Your eyes start to grow wide, “She was telling me-"

“Oh! Yeah, uh, I’ve seen her,” You say rather fast, making Karen tilt her head.

“Really? Because she said she hasn’t seen you for, for days,” Karen puts her other hand on her hip.

“No,” Steve speaks up, stepping forward, everyone turning their attention to him, “She means, uh, what she meant to say is that I just picked her up from her house, she’s been home since you spoke to her mom.” Steve plants his own hands on his hips under his jacket, giving you and Karen both a head nod. Nancy screws her eyes shut for a moment, and exhales with force. Giving Steve a small smile to thank him, you look back to Karen.

“Right,” You say, “And, I just came to check on Max.” Karen and Ted both shift so they can see the red head.

“Why?” Ted curls his lip.

“Are you alright, Max?” Karen asks with worry, making Max freeze.

“We’re good, she’s good,” Nancy steps in, groaning to herself, “Everyone is just shaken up right now, you know, with the news?”

“Right,” Karen pouts, then steps back over to the stove, “Well, I think it’s so sweet that you guys are sticking together like this.”

“Could try sticking together at a different house for a change,” Comes from dreary Ted from behind his newspaper he put up, like he was actively trying to keep everyone out of his sight. Karen stacks more pancakes on the plate near him and shoots him a glare, one that Ted doesn’t see, and you’re reminded of your parents, now wondering if everyone’s happily ever after was just as phony as theirs.

Nancy’s eyes have landed on you, setting her following route in place.

“You know you’re welcome anytime,” Karen says to Dustin who has stepped closer to the pancakes.

With her arms folded, Nancy walks directly in front of you, keeping the space close. Her permed hair is fluffed up in a way that makes it seem like she had just woken up, and the makeup underneath her eyes tells you that she had. It sucked that she was still pretty, even like this.

“I literally just talked to Eddie,” She whispered for only you to hear, “Why didn’t he tell me you were coming.”

“You didn’t know?” You half-smiled, almost feeling good for putting her through this surprise that she appeared disrupted by.

“No, I didn’t know,” She spat, giving Steve a look that could kill. He simply shrugs, then gestures to Max who was talking to Dustin who had sat him down at the table next to Holly with a plate of Karen’s pancakes. The sight of the golden discs makes your stomach growl. You unknowingly lick your lips, ignore Nancy and walk right up beside Dustin who looks up at you with a grin.

“How ya doin’?” He cheeses, his tone questioning what you wanted. Glancing down at his plate, he laughs. “Oh, yeah, you’re probably starving.”

“Starving?!” Karen says in disbelief from behind you. Dustin slides his plate over as you sit down in the chair next to him, and offers you his breakfast. Speaking to him through your eyes, you thank him, gulp, then dive into the fluffy deliciousness that was Karen Wheeler’s pancakes. You didn’t even use a fork.

Dustin and Max watch in amazement as you scarf down your food unapologetically, and expertly quick. In the kitchen, Karen is in a tizzy to get more food ready. Sitting back in your chair, you swallow what’s left in your mouth and look at them with content.

“Nice to see you both,” You say quietly, as if the last two minutes didn’t happen, and they laugh. This journey started with them, and with all you’ve been through, it felt good to sit here with them and their smiling faces.

“Nice to see you, too,” Dustin says.

“Yeah,” Max agrees, her headphones blaring music from her shoulders, the tune Dustin was singing on the walkie last night. You start to hum along, and sit forward.

“Runnin’ up that road,” You sing quietly, turning to Dustin for a moment, “C’mon Henderson, you know it,” He groans, rolling his head back, “Runnin’ up that buildin’!” You act like you’re holding a microphone and even get Holly to laugh. Nancy, who was still standing beside Steve, shakes her head while Harrington chuckles too.

“Feed her and she’s nice,” Steve jokes, waving his hand in your direction, "She's like a Gremlin, you know that movie?" Nancy grimaces, looking at him over her shoulder.

“Since when were you even into the idea of her,” She grills, walking over to stand in the space between you and Max’s chairs. Standing over you, almost like she intended to shadow you, she checks out what Max had been scribbling and scrunches her brow.

"Gremlins," Steve says to nobody, holding his hands out. Dustin perks up.

"Love that movie," He grins, and Steve pumps his fist in agreement.

“Is this what you saw last night?” Nancy asks Max in a much gentler tone, looking down at her with soft eyes. Taking in the drawings, you begin to understand that Max was seeing different things than you were. Her visions were apparently red, while yours were blue. She was seeing bits and pieces of a floating house, and you were seeing your worst memories.

“I mean, it’s supposed to be,” Max mumbles, looking past Nancy to you. Wheeler follows her eyes, and sighs.

“Do you wanna talk?” You ask Max, feeling the energy pulling you two together. With a deep breath, she nods, seeming relieved. “Come on,” You say, and both of you scoot your chairs out at the same time with negative reactions from both Dustin and Nancy.

“Whoa, whoa,” Dustin objects, holding his hands up, “What are we supposed to do with this?” He points at the papers, “Are we supposed to find answers in this incredibly vague drawing?” He picks a sheet up and groans, “God, we need Will.”

“No shit,” Max sneered, “But I tried them again this morning, it’s the same busy signal.” Your eyes flicker among all of them, all three sets of eyes studying the red pages like they were waiting for something to jump out at them. Steve has even joined them, standing behind Dustin, his eyes squinting at Max’s drawings. Shoving your hands in your pockets, you laugh awkwardly, wondering if you should speak up.

“Guys,” You begin, and everyone looks up except for Nancy, “It’s a house. At least, it looks like it was one,” You suggest.

Nancy’s hands hover the papers before they snatch one up, folding it, matching it up with the other shapes. She doesn’t stop or slow her roll until all of the papers have a place, but there were still a few pieces of the puzzle left to figure out.

“Marker,” Wheeler holds her hand out to Dustin who gives her a black marker, one she uses to outline the house, filling in the missing pieces, “You were right,” She mutters in your direction, “Can’t believe I didn’t see it, it’s Victor Creel’s house.” Standing upright, she takes a couple steps back from the table, crossing her arms again.

“Well?” Dustin asks the group, looking around. Cringing, you pray that Mystery Incorporated wasn’t thinking about going to that house, but judging by the looks on their faces, you were nearly regretting coming back here because it only meant you were about to get dragged along to another investigation.

Behind everyone, past the kitchen, around the basement door, your name is whispered so gently it has everyone questioning whether they had even heard it or not. The room falls so utterly quiet, you can hear Holly punching each individual LiteBrite piece into place. Turning around, you look past Mrs. Wheeler at the counter and see Robin standing at the threshold of the living room and the kitchen looking at you like you weren’t real.

“Oh my god,” She breathes, stretching her arms out, bounding toward you on the tiled floor, “Oh my god.”

“Robin,” You say with a smile, opening your arms to catch her when she doesn’t slow down, crashing right into you. Holding her tight, her hands are doing the same, keeping you close until Steve gives her an eye where she can see him over your shoulder.

Pulling away, Robin studies you, making you smile again. She shakes her head before she smiles, then pushes you away playfully.

“You’re not allowed to run away from me, okay? Thought you were dying or something, especially since after that we find out Max is seeing clocks?” She started to ramble, her words picking up speed, “Like, shit, don’t do that, okay?”

“Okay,” You whisper, knotting your fingers together in front of yourself, “Missed you,” You add quickly before she can step further away, and when she hears it she short circuits, sending a ‘help me’ glance to Harrington. Her reaction confirms everything you and Eddie discussed, Robin was one of you in some way, she had to be.

“Missed you,” She mumbles back after a moment, blushing.

“Come on, wake up Lucas,” Nancy says, keeping her papers she put together in her hands, “Road trip.” Without hesitation Dustin and Steve follow her promptly, leaving Max, Robin and you standing around the kitchen table.

“I know Nancy Wheeler did not just say road trip,” You say quietly, and they both laugh, “But seriously though, now that they’re gone,” You look at Max, “Are you okay?” Her smile fades, but it doesn’t disappear. Thinking to herself, she looks between you and Robin before nodding her head in the slightest.

“I am now,” She says, “A little bit.” You hold open your arms again, this time for Max who jumps forward without a second thought, wrapping her arms around your back. Resting your chin on the top of her head, you sigh and rub one of your hands in a circle over her blue sweatshirt.

You look up to Robin who is already watching you with a queasy look on her brow, unsure of how to feel as a whole. Giving her a subtle nod of your head, you let her know you feel the same, unsure of how everything was going to play out with the freshman, but you knew one thing for sure. You were going to do everything you could to keep her safe.

“I got you, kid.”

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nulltune · 2 years ago

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' hakuno - chan ~ ' he coils about her with all his oily, deliberate malice; he slings an arm over her shoulder and smiles, teeth bared and eyes glinting, an empty rictus cruel at the bleeding edge. ' you’re not really gonna ask me ta play nice with the enemy, are ya? i mean, you're a good girl, more or less, but good people don't last in this world ... world? sorry, sorry ~ i meant "war." havin' morals ya seriously don't wanna compromise from is admirable, sure! but it's not very smart. ya wanna live, riiiight? y'don't have any choice but ta rely on me ... right?

... in that case, best come ta terms with what we're gonna be doin', and throw that worthless guilt away. we're gonna get our hands reaaal dirty, and twist the knife deep inta every single fucker who mocks us ... ' he pantomimes a murder, eyes the in and out of an invisible knife like someone possessed, until a sudden hiccup of laugher escapes him, thrilled at the thought, enough to throw his arms upwards and carelessly amble away from her.

'you get it, right? unfortunately, it would seem destiny and this place has decided that a no good, rule-breaking villain suits you best! the only way to make it to the end of this is by tearing out and betraying the hearts of others! if you’re too weak ta kill a servant, then all either of us needs is the answer to what makes them kill themselves! right now, i'm respecting the contract between us as master and servant, but all that really means is you need me, as much as i need you. so, master. ' a word he chews and growls in its pronunciation, drawing in close, jade eyes lightless and haunted: every ounce of subtle, building hysteria evaporates in an instant. 'don't disappoint by wasting our potential. ‘

“ assassin. ” ever polite, the greeting comes in turn. the sudden contact is unexpected, but the servant's master does no move to shake him off or push him away. under different circumstances / if the assassin hadn't came to her with this sort of intent, it would've been a much more welcomed gesture —— but that wasn't it, it wasn't so much the act itself that brought on this peturbing sense of something not right. hazel eyes widen a fraction at the grin pulling on his lips— more akin to a predator baring its fangs than anything amiable. something stirs in her, though she isn't sure what it is. what should she feel, anyway ? it was as if he'd presented her a knife and told her to aim for the neck. the metaphorical item would be taken into her hands, inspected with a careful consideration.

“ i won't force you to do anything you don't want to, but that doesn't mean i'll let you do whatever you want. ” such was the principle she operates on, and as the servant had already recognized, like her own steadfast morals, this was one she followed through and through. he smiles, she frowns. each word that leaves him is so cruel, harsh, it's the reality of this situation. it's a fact that feels like the slow downpour of cold water over her — but it's not like she didn't know it. she knows, knows it all too well. “ i understand, ” his laughter rings joyous, the one that leaves her is a bitter chuckle. “ but you must think of me as the biggest idiot then. ” it's said just as he pulls away from her, and indeed, this must be the point of divide between the two. he's right, this was a warfield built to weed out the weak from the strong. survival of the fittest, kill or be killed. to follow your heart would be one's greatest downfall, emotions others would deem foolish, for it would undoubtable lead certain death.

even so... she can't accept that.

the knife is set down, and she realizes now, that emotion she'd been feeling— she was upset. at the ridiculous set of rules the moon cell had imposed to them; at how easily it'd been accepted, by the others, and by her own servant.

he'd said so himself, didn't he ? that this place has decided that a no good, rule-breaking villain would thrive. that this place made it so that distrust and betrayal ran prevalent. briefly, her mind goes to robin hood, who'd wanted to bring victory to himself and dan blackmore through a similar kind of foul play. one might argue that it would have brought him victory, had his righteous master not intervened; but she recalls his last moments, the vigilante's confession to the knight he couldn't see eye to eye with. she thinks about rin and rani, the two she'd found a semblance of a friendship with, even if they'd had a bit of a rocky start. shinji too... she'd considered him a friend of hers, to the very end. “ i don't say this from a moral high ground, i'm no good girl, assassin. ” no good person. the gaze that drops to her clenched hand almost sees red, sinful hands so deeply drenched with blood. it almost frightens her, brings forth a terrible terrinle sinking feeling in her stomach. wouldn't it be nice to throw it all away ? “ still, i just can't accept that. ” this was her burden / responsibility to bear.

“ i'm sorry you have to put up with such a troublesome master, but we do see eye to eye on that. ” that they needed each other. that the bond between master and servant was pivotal to this holy grail war. the frown on her face is no longer present, replaced not with a smile, but the bright gleam of determination in hazels. it stares back into his own seemingly lifeless jade hues, and this time, hakuno is the one closing the distance between them with a few certain steps. stops only as she'd reached his side. “ even if we may not see eyes to eye, i did understand where you were coming from. ” you could say that they were similar in that sense, though their paths had strayed at one point ( she wonders just what that could be ) . “ so tell me, is that the way you've lived your life ? ” maybe, just maybe, he wasn't unlike her. forced into a ruthless situation beyond understanding, did he even have a companion to fight that battle with ? living life that way... perhaps his heart's been through a weight so heavy that it'd chose this method, one that kept it safe from any wounds while lashing out at everyone else.

if that were the case, it'd be no wonder... the 128th master continues to look up at the assassin, reflected in those eyes of hers is an earnest thing. “ do you mind telling me ? ”

#tenkoseisensei #&&. message #file.load(fate);#THANK UUUUUU FOR THIS ASK TSUNNNN!!! 💖💖💖#URGHHH SA AND H.AKUNO INTERACTIONS MAKE ME GO SO FERAL ISTG (RIPS MY HAIR OUT)#it is beautiful 4am as i am typing this....... i hope this is legible but i am going Insane over them omg #CANNOT REST UNTIL I GET THIS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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arnold-layne · 3 years ago

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oh i'm gonna take SO MANY PHOTOS believe me. i'm gonna tie him up reaaal tight, shibari style, fucking rope harness crossing over his chest, leaving his pretty nipples free just for me to play with. i'll get his arms too, behind his back so he can leave all the touching to me and stay still like a good boy, and his legs, spread wide, wide, like he's got no shame (it's probably the case. and if he does have shame i'm gonna fuck it out of him anyway). he'll get whatever's convenient as a blindfold, a scarf or a pillowcase for all i care, and maybe for a nice finishing touch i'll put a nice collar on him, smooth leather and shiny metal ring so i can put the last piece of rope to good use and attach him to the bed. i'd wanna watch him squirm before i even do anything, twitch in his bonds and shift around like he can feel my eyes on him, as he tries to get comfortable. he won't. then i'm gonna have some lighthearted fun, yknow, while he's just here at my mercy and i don't have to worry about mr pillow princess getting pissy because there's a gag right there on the nightstand, and i know it, and he knows it, and we both know it, and if he pipes up more than a pretty little inarticulate moan he'll get silenced. so maybe i'll start out by a few kisses along his neck, his chest. maybe i'll put a little teeth into it. suck up, leave a few fading marks before moving on to somewhere else, along his jaw maybe. and maybe my hand slips and ends up on his dick, somehow. maybe it inches lower and lower while i'm working on his nipples, opening the lube in full stealth so it's kind of a surprise and also kind of awaited when i get the first finger inside him. i'd fuck him so hard that he just passes out dead exhausted while i untie him afterwards, drool dripping down to his chest and all. that's when i disappear for months on end, and starting from when he wakes up after our fun little session and finds a suspicious envelope lying on the nightstand next to the gag i didn't need to use, every few days he'll get a nice picture of himself in the mail. the one where he's sucking my fingers, messy and drooly all over but not quite perfect, with some of his cum still left near my knuckles. the one that's a bit blurry, taken in haste to capture the perfect arching of his back when he's all tensed up in pleasure, the shadow of his eyes visible through the shitty blindfold. the one taken before it gets nasty, just him sitting up pretty with the harness right in the center of the camera, cock up and peeking at the bottom of the frame. the one where his skin reddened, flushed from his cheeks to his chest, all along his neck thrown back to the fingers twisting his nipple. or maybe even the one with the backside view, with his knees wide open and face planted into the bed, entire body pleading for a fill. i wanna start a rumor and leave a few people at every stop of the tour laughing about the silly lies someone's spreading about vince neil just cause he used to be a slut back in the days, the baseless allegations of submissiveness. and every time he catches wind of that remind him that anyone could take it seriously and know what a pretty little toy he is on his free time. yknow. keeping it real for him.

Insert the poetic cinema meme, because at this point your asks are more like poetry bestie. This little boytoy deserves all this that you listed and more. And the photos are the spiciest part of it all, of course, because the act itself is temporary and fleeting, but the photos remain a physical proof and reminder of what happened between you. He burns every photo in fear of being exposed, but you have so many of them you never run out of them, it seems. Every time he thinks it's over, he finds a small envelope in the post. Jeez I'm getting feelings

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teenytinystorage · 5 years ago

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Green With Envy : Chapter 4

Summary: The sides’ Christmas Eve movie night is interrupted by the malicious Envy, and while Virgil tries to defend his friends from the scaly dark side, Logan, Roman, and Patton have a much more unique and catchier way to fight back.

Word Count: 1,488

Genre: Hurt/Comfort + Suspense (plus tons of fluff. My present to y’all!)

Warnings: Food, panic/fear descriptions, verbal attack/abuse mention, crying mention, a harsh insult/verbal attack

Pairings: None

... Previous Chapter ...

Enjoy! Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone :)

“I’m just letting you know now that you can never escape me.”

Virgil turned his head to the voice. He clenched his teeth. He balled his fists.

“Get behind the couch,” Virgil demanded, his voice barely peeking out of his mouth. He knew Envy would start heading downstairs to find them.

“Virgil—” Patton trembled.

“Now,” Virgil hissed, baring his teeth at the others.

Patton frowned, lifting Roman down behind the couch. Logan lifted himself onto the top of the couch and slid down. Patton was the last one to get behind the couch. He slid up onto the couch, whispering “Be safe.” He then quickly slid down to hide.

Virgil sat up from his seat. He trudged over to the start of the staircase. He took in a deep breath, his exhale becoming shaky from his unease.

“Envy. Glad to see your stupid scaly face again,” Virgil started. He thought an insult would shake Envy’s confidence.

“Virgil? Is that you down there? You blend right into the darkness with your new wardrobe.”

“Who told you about my new style, was it Mr. Lies and Dolls?”

“Ah, of course you assume it was him!” Envy cackled. It echoed through the house as if it were a siren. “I’m much more observant than you’d think for being pushed into the shadows all the time, you know.”

Virgil stepped back. But not to avoid Envy’s malicious pine eyes, no, he stepped back from fear, from the flight impulse clanging inside his skull.

“Dark outfits aside,” Envy continued, tapping his clawed fingers onto the railing, “where have the other fright sides gone? I can’t hear their peppy, positive voices or see their sickeningly sweet smiles anymore.”

Virgil took a moment.

“Oh. Ohhh. Fright sides, light sides. Reaaal clever.”

Envy’s confident aura crawled up Virgil’s arms.

“And the other sides don’t wanna hear your blabber. You probably scared them off with your dumb face.”

Envy cackled once more. His laughter burst through the room like a popped balloon. Virgil scowled at him.

“Oh, how hilarious! Deceit was right about your sense of humor!”

“Mhm. Yeah. Got it. Now go back to the sewers and leave,” Virgil ordered.

“Oh, the cowering mess ordering the likes of me to leave? I could just burst from laughter at that!” Envy bellowed pridefully, “Get with the times! You’re only a terrified toddler with a Hot Topic obsession.”

Virgil stepped back.

Envy always thrived off of getting reactions. Virgil didn’t let him get one. He just kept the scowl on his face.

Envy’s steps echoed down the staircase as he examined his nails. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have more people to greet.”

Virgil’s hands trembled.

“You go back!” Virgil stabbed his finger at Envy. Virgil’s voice was distorted and echoed through the house as he hissed and spat his threat.

Virgil could already hear the horrendous things Envy would say to the others. Envy would yell and threaten and hurt them until their tear ducts were dry. Until they had nothing else to do but weep dry tears.

Virgil was not letting that happen, no matter what.

“Oh, valid point.” Envy stopped walking down the stairs. His feet ceased from stomping against the staircase. “Let me think about it.” He paused his monologue mockingly, glancing to the side in fake pondering.

“No.” Envy curled his lips, continuing his frightful trudging down the steps.

Virgil walked backward as if being tugged by invisible strings. His body shook against his will. He didn’t know what he could do now. He couldn’t know. He’d never know. He wouldn’t be able to, he had to, but he never could—

“Hey, Envy.”

Virgil turned his head to see none other than Logan next to him. Logan stood confidently, holding a microphone in hand. Virgil’s anger of failing to protect Logan overtook his worries.

“Logan—” Virgil clenched his jaw.

Envy raised an eyebrow, smirking. He was now only a few steps up the staircase.

Logan turned to Virgil, whispering, “It’s alright, Virgil. I’ll take it from here.”

“But—”

“It’s okay. You’re loved and valuable to us. We’re going to get Envy back for this, for your and Roman’s sake.”

Virgil paused. He peered back at Envy. He let out his breath.

“Patton, now.” Logan held up a finger from his free hand. He motioned for Virgil to move back. Virgil stayed in place, eyes glued to Logan.

Patton’s head popped over the couch’s back. He held a thumbs-up for Logan and tapped his phone screen.

A rhythmic beat played from the device. Repetitive piano melodies flowed while clicky techno beats spiced the rhythmic recipe.

Logan gulped.

Roman popped his head up and gave a smile. He snapped his fingers, and two spotlights appeared over Logan and Envy, with Logan’s being brighter than the crocodile creature’s.

Logan inhaled. He put his free hand in his pocket.

The techno beats started again.

He held out his free hand.

“So you think you’re number one, huh?

You think you’re the real one here, huh?

Well, I have some news for you.

A harsh attack is about to ensue.”

Virgil had his eyes glued onto Logan. His eyes were filled with confusion.. and intrigue.

Roman hopped over the couch and grabbed the microphone in Logan’s hand. He cleared his throat.

Envy glared down at the spotlight for Logan and Roman, tilting his head up. He had to squint his eyes to shield them from the light above him.

The beats came on again.

“Listen here, Croc.

No need to gawk.

With your conceited walk

And your ugly talk.

I’m not here to make fun,

I’m here to get this done.

I’m pointing out your wrongs

One by one.”

Virgil’s jaw hung open like a door with broken hinges. He was trapped in place. Was this rehearsed?!

Logan snatched the microphone back.

“First, all you say are lies.

Your falsehoods are no disguise.

You never compromise

All you do is criticize!

From others, you only get yelps

But I’d recommend you get some help.”

Logan held the microphone over to Roman.

“I wouldn’t be saying threats if you’re not much of one yourself~”

Patton cheered from the couch.

Virgil smirked, glancing over at Envy, who flinched at the remark.

Roman caught the microphone that Logan dropped into his hands.

“Secondly, you slimy reptile, let’s talk about your style.

It hardly makes you look less crocodile.

A heaping dumpster pile

With a mischievous smile.

I’d say more

But there’s nothing left in store.

Leave out the back door,

Go on, I implore.”

Envy opened his mouth to snark back.

But Logan and Roman were already ahead of him.

“We’ve saved the best for last,” Logan remarked.

A pause held over the room.

The techno rhythm returned, and so did Logan and Roman’s voices respectively.

“Contrary to negativity you spray,”

“We sides are loved in every way.”

“We rescue the day,”

“While you betray.”

“You stray,”

“We slay.”

“No one left as your prey.”

“Samuel Seabury, go back to broadway.”

Envy growled under his breath.

“Now goodbye, uncool sir.”

“You can’t get rid of me that—”

“Good day!” Logan and Roman yelled.

Envy walked up a stair. He tried to put words together, but each time he started a sentence, he stopped it. He was too shocked to say a word.

“You heard them,” Virgil called out.

“Fine, but you aren’t rid of me yet! I’ll always be back, anytime, anywhere!” Envy pointed a finger in the air.

Envy’s wrinkled scaly nose and his curled lips from his turned head were clear to see. He cackled noisily, though now instead of being intimidating, it was the cackle of a man who held no more power over the sides.

He was gone in a puff of green smoke.

“Wonderful show!” Patton cheered.

“That was— good, it was good.” Virgil rolled his eyes and stuck out his lip, still a bit stunned from the performance. “Did you guys rehearse that or something?”

“We may have planned a few lyrics beforehand,” Logan shrugged.

Roman had a proud smile on his face and comfort in his heart.

Envy is a liar, Roman thought to himself.

I’m a wonderful, inspiring side.

Not useless in any way.

Perfectly useful.

Perfectly dramatic.

Perfectly inspiring.

Perfectly flawed.

“Sooo, anyone want brownies?” Patton asked, now holding the cooled tray in his hands.

“I’ll take some!” Roman beamed.

“...Fine, I’ll compromise and have one,” Logan groaned.

Patton stared at Logan, a frown on his face.

“Two,” Logan clicked his tongue between his teeth irritatedly.

“That’s the spirit!” Patton smiled.

“...Thank you all, once again,” Roman admitted, “you really are quite the help for melancholy monarchs like me.”

“It’s no issue at all! And remember,” Patton sighed cheerfully, pausing a moment.

He cut a brownie out of the tray and set it on a plate, handing said plate over to Roman.

“There’s nothing to envy if you’re already perfect yourself.”

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bananadineapple · 6 years ago

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Distraction >> phase 2

PROMPT: It's Y/N's birthday. In the Avengers tower where Bucky was set to distract Y/N from a party, she was already distracted herself while walking back. It didn't help as well when she sees Bucky with his bare arms and toned body sitting in the middle of the couch.

PAIRING: Bucky x slightlyOCD!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5,564

WARNINGS: Language, a bit of NSFW (just a teensy bit)

A/N: IM BACK GUYS and Im so sorry this took reaaal long, I had to make sure every detail was perfect. And it actually too reeeeal long to write, surprisingly. But at last, I have delivered! And so will Bucky soon if you continue to read on nyeheheheh ;))

I hope you guys like it!

MASTERLIST

Phase one >> Phase two

Y/N has just come home from a long and exhausting briefing, one that to her distaste fell on her birthday. After that alarming surprise mission that knocked all the energy out of the Avengers, Y/N was more than worried for her own state of wellbeing. So all the while she stood their explaining every detail of the mission to Fury, she was absent-mindedly thinking if the rest of the team was still up for a night out in a resto bar, laughing and celebrating the night away while trying to endure everyone else's corny half-drunk birthday messages.

It was a huge breath of air when Fury does the weirdest thing he’s ever done; hug her and wish her a happy birthday along with a short but well-meant ‘thank-you’ for her undying loyalty and service to SHIELD and the Avengers. With a short nod from his head he dismisses her, and she went bolting right out of the building, a bit ignorant of the passing greetings coming from her co-workers and friends, and hopped right in her car while mentally laying out the plan for tonight such as which resto bar would be nice enough, the budget Tony would be willing to allot, how much alcohol would Steve be willing to allow, and what to wear and all the basic fiddle-faddles of a night out.

Oddly, she found her train of thoughts faltering when she had imagined a certain someone's smile she'd want to see all night long. Maybe his piercing blue eyes crinkling with his heartfelt laughter and his warm aura that made her feel safe was on the list of things Y/N so desperately wanted to see to complete her birthday night out. Even if he just sat there quietly, not bothering to talk more than a few words with her other than ‘Happy Birthday’ or ‘You look nice tonight’, it’d be enough.

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“Does he hate me or something?”

Clint makes one of the most shocked faces Y/N has ever seen her best friend make.

“Y/N” He quickly makes his way beside her, “You and I both know you’re way to kindhearted for anyone in the Avengers team to hate.”

“But…I have no idea why he won’t talk to me.” Clint noticed the way Y/N’s voice trails off into a whisper, as if he didn’t notice the fact that Y/N was completely interested in Bucky.

“And I have no idea why you won’t talk to him.”

Her eyes widened with realization when she looked at Clint’s knowing face. And she feared that beneath that look was a reason why the silent air between her and Bucky remained untouched throughout the months.

“It’s 2018, for God’s sake Y/N.” Despite the annoying chuckle from her close friend, she nods slowly, “It doesn’t matter who goes first. What matters is how long will you let the silence last. Don't complain about something you can fix yourself."

Y/N remained silent. And that’s when Clint knew she knew he was right.

“You think he’ll like me back?”

“Everyone does, and so does he. Just give it a go, maybe tomorrow’s you’re lucky day.”

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Despite the image from the surface of Bucky Barnes as the soldier he is with his undeniably attractive frame, she wanted to see that man she fell in love with over the few words and interactions they’ve had for months.

She was clueless to whatever was the reason behind Bucky's shy nature. From all that action she sees of him on the field; strapping, ruthless and fierce with every move he makes, he just suddenly turns into a big ball of awkwardness around her. Y/N tried many times to figure out if it was her morning breath or something on her face that was bothering Bucky to not even have a normal conversation with her. To this, she just painful got accustomed to, thinking that in no ways would it ever change. Even during the past couple birthdays all he would do is mutter a greeting with a compressed smile she awkwardly reciprocates.

And it became a silent agreement all of a sudden. Nods, silent glances, very small talks that would last for only seconds even if she wanted it to last for hours. A 'safe' distance, as she put it, Y/N thought it was best that they kept it that way, because she was slowly giving into the thought that he just doesn't feel the same way and that's really just how the real world works.

So yes, it was pretty surprising that he was suddenly right there in the middle of the living room, just suddenly taking interest in actually looking back at her eyes.

"Hey Y/N." He spoke in a tone softer than from the raspier one she often hears.

"Uh...” She had no idea what to say so Y/N gives off an awkward wave of her hand, “…h-hey Bucky.”

“You’re here early?”

The words and the way he said it was different.

Too different that she tried gathering her thoughts to figure out if this was real, of just another one of her birthday fantasies. But when Bucky puts on that signature, million-dollar smile on his face, just once, and the entire view of his gorgeous, sculpted body pressing against the tight fabrics of his clothes began to seethe through Y/N sense of focus. The moment she felt the rising heat in her cheeks threatening to ruin her composure she clears her throat and tore her gaze from Bucky before her eyes began to travel down further.

“Uh yeah yeah I-uh…” The habit of denying the words Y/N was dying to say to him stuck to her like a leech, and she didn’t bother to take it off especially with him around looking like such a fucking god, “Fury gave me an ‘early dismissal’ as his birthday present to me.”

When Y/N’s eyes weren’t looking where he wanted them to be, Bucky was knocked ever so slightly out of focus out of a distant feeling of uncertainty of the plan working.

“You okay Y/N? Did whatever that incident I heard a while ago still bother you?”

At Bucky’s decision to stand up from where he was seated, Y/N found herself awkwardly shifting her stance while rubbing the back of her neck nervously. Because she still couldn’t imagine managing to stay alive under his towering stature dangerously close to her.

Shit Y/N stop it.

“No no it’s just that…” You’re too hot to look at damn it. “…FRIDAY was acting real weird with the keypad and everything and Tony-“

When Y/N too suddenly pauses, so did Bucky. Because it looked like she had realized something real big, and Bucky was mentally hoping that she had it all figured out. But it wasn’t the surprise she figured out, but a ticket out of this thickly awkward air between them, that could still eventually lead to the sabotage of the Avengers’ plan.

“TONY!” Bucky was startled at the way her body jolted and her finger pointed at him. “Yes, uh Tony! I-I need to look for Tony.”

“W-what?”

Safe distance. Safe distance, Y/N, she tells to herself like a mantra.

Y/N’s feet began to shift as she tried to figure out where to walk around and way way far from Bucky. But at every shift to her left or to her right Bucky quickly blocks her to it. She stops for a moment to make sure she wasn’t being fooled by her playful imagination. And she was certain with the way he had oddly locked his gaze into hers as if he was observing every movement she made. Again, odd. And extremely hot enough to form a lump in her throat she could not manage to swallow.

“Why?”

Bucky had stepped closer to his right to block Y/N off just a subtle bit so as not to give it all away.

“I-It’s my birthday and-“

Another step to her left, was mirrored suit by Bucky.

“H-Happy Birthday by the way.”

By then he was already a few inches away from her, and Y/N was too engrossed with trying to pry her way out of the sheer bashfulness she was feeling so near around Bucky. Despite the fact that he was still a bit rusty, Bucky had liked the way he was already making her feel; he could practically feel the radiating heat from her flushed cheeks without even nearing the touch of her skin. It was pretty much enough to give him the right leverage to do more than just distract Y/N.

“Thaaanks…” Her lips were barely carrying the smooth, nonchalant laughter she intended that it came out rather nervous and squeaky, and Bucky found it so amusing to hear, “…u-uh Buck…c-can you excuse me for a moment?”

“Why?”

Y/N got herself cornered looking back into those alluring eyes of his.

“W-well I uh-you see it’s like-yeah uhm…” Now Y/N was even confused herself if the system lock was malfunctioning, or every single part of her common sense, “…t-the party-n-no I mean tonight-I-I need to talk to-A-Avengerss….”

Bucky didn’t realize how adorable Y/N looked so flustered up like that. It sent his lips curling into a smile went he let his imagination dance around his head with the thought of having Y/N melt in his touch, and it led him everywhere he wanted his hands to be on hers, and it soon had him bursting with a newfound confidence to shake off every ounce of awkwardness left in his bones.

“They’re not here.” He takes a pretending look around, with a slow shrug of his shoulders, making sure that his eyes land back on hers, “It’s just you and me.”

Both her eyes and mouth widened when realizing that he was right. But it was worth one more push to pry him off of her.

“W-where did they go?” She tried to pull the conversation back to a casual one, but the way he just looked at her differently, she knew she was losing to whatever Bucky was playing on her.

“Off to buy you some presents.” Bucky grins, while leaning his arm beside the wall to rest his body just close enough to lock her in her place.

“W-why?”

Because it was a bit odd that all of them except Bucky would be running off to buy her presents. But the more she tried to wire her brain to fire back up her skills in exemplary focus, she just couldn’t with having Bucky Barnes too close for her to even function properly with standing up straight.

“Why not?” Now Y/N was beginning to feel her heart thump too loudly when he began to take closer steps towards her, that she panicked and automatically strode backwards and found herself not being able to take her gaze off of his trance, “Why wouldn’t they lavish the special birthday girl with gifts that she deserves?”

This man was acting suspiciously out of character around her. And Y/N tried to find every reason she could think of to answer why but how her brain was juggling two thoughts all at once was knocking out every ounce of her well-trained skill.

“Y-you?” She was almost too speechless, but Bucky had picked it up.

“I already have mine.”

At the last word that rolled off his lips she felt the cool surface of the wall suppress her from walking back any further, and to her fear, had her right where Bucky wanted her.

Bingo.

Bucky watched Y/N heave out a breath in surrender. There was nowhere else to go, and Bucky made sure that she had a good and close view of him when she slowly lifted her eyes to look back at him.

Heaven be damned at such a gorgeous view Y/N had of Bucky Barnes, the closest she has even gotten to in months. And she marveled at how better his entire frame looked so damn close. The way his ocean blue eyes traced down every part of her frame, strands of his hair delicately sweeping at the side of his flushed cheeks that couldn’t beat the shade his smirked lips were showered with. This time Y/N let her eyes feast on a view lower, but ever so slowly enough to take in his breathtaking, massive form. She felt her breath hitch at the sight of part of his bare chest peeking from the fitted shirt that was barely able to hold back the shape of every curves of his muscular torso, and she could barely keep her sudden crave at bay. In every single detail she had grown to love so damn much, Bucky had never made her feel so captivated without even saying anything.

Despite the blush in her cheeks creeping slowly everywhere on her face, Y/N was admittedly loving Bucky’s alluring display at a distance just in hand’s reach.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” He was so close, she could feel his breathe tickling on her skin that began to heat in longing for his against it.

Even Bucky himself was so perplexed at how he underestimated the beauty of this gorgeous woman. How delicate her bashfulness made her look, how prettily she blushed like that. But one look at her skin that showed only a portion from her neck down, he bit his lip at the thought of having every inch of her all on him, and it could be in a matter of seconds if Y/N didn’t stop looking so fucking irresistible to his taste, so he bit his lip to try and keep his desire controlled.

Bucky felt a deep craving for her, something that he was trying so hard to avoid over the past few months he only had her at his sight. And to think, all it took was one small mishap of a scheduled package to have her right where he wanted her that he was longing for months. Thank you, T’Challa.

“Bucky…” She breathes out a whimper, dangerously aware of him closing in, but could do nothing but helplessly look at his nearing lips, “… Y-you’re acting so weird today…”

"Y-you.." Y/N couldn't find where to place her hands so it began having a mind of its own and just went pointing at every inch of Bucky, "..y-you're talking to me."

For a moment Bucky blinked, "Yeah uh…I am?"

"Right I just um.." Y/N could only squint to Bucky's eyes staring her down, so to be careful not to get lost in them. "…you-me…we never talk like this."

He lets a deep chuckle rumble from his chest, and Y/N swore it sounded more like a growl enough for her to automatically bite her lip in suspense. Bucky was aware of the surprising amount of confidence he had all of a sudden, and it was only because he knew the truth that still had Y/N denying it through her pursed lips.

“Well I…” There it was. It was about to happen. "It's your birthday, Y/N."

"Aand? W-What's the difference today from the others?"

Another grin emerges from the corners of his lips. He did find the newfound confidence in him to be completely out of the silent character he had Y/N be used to. Bucky was beginning to like this new attitude he realized only Y/N was able to bring out of him.

"Well, I uh…" His gaze simmers down to a softer tone, "…I found out something today…"

It took Y/N less than seconds to know what he meant. His oddly sexy demeanor today, right on her birthday, made sense of it all. But what had Y/N hold her breath was he found it out, and she knew he was a bit dense to figure it out himself. Someone told him. Another feeling she tried to keep controlled was the sudden urge to open her mouth at a probable suspect such as Clint.

"Mmm?" Y/N hummed, trying to look cool when her whole body was already heating up.

"A little bird told me something that you've been hiding from me all these months we never talked."

Right. Shit. Clint was soo getting a clean knock on his head later.

"H-hiding? Me?" She tried to look innocent, but had the rest of her words tumbling down, "N-nooo I- what would I hide from-"

"Try hiding all you want; bat those pretty lashes of yours, keep telling me lies,"

Bucky paused, and it was to find the right words to say to her. Because that moment was it, it was happening. The one thing he could only dream of but never get a chance to actually do. This was the chance.

“Your trick may be working on me, but I already know the truth.”

His body was practically magnetizing hers, and she was almost too close to giving in. The suspense was slowly driving Bucky mad, but he knew it was what had Y/N holding onto every quick breath she took.

"Y/N…" The way her name slips off his mouth sounded gentler this time, letting a few quiet seconds pass while slowly pulling her hips closer, and the soft gasp she exhales drove him wild.

"Bucky…" He took the first move to slowly close the inches of a gap between his lips and hers. "…I-I…am completely confused right now…"

"Don't worry, doll." The way Bucky purred had Y/N completely entranced, "I have the answer to your problem."

It's really happening. Y/N couldn't find the urge to retaliate anymore, because Bucky himself was pulling her closer. It was beginning to be clear that Clint was right all along. So Y/N slowly begins to lean in as well, giving into her fast beating heart that screamed and craved to having him pressed against her in what was just about to be in seconds apart. She closes her eyes ever so slowly, raising her chin against his hot, fanning breath tickling her aching lips.

Right, until..

CCLLLAAANNNGG

“FUCK!”

A loud noise, followed by a voice broke throughout the entire room, bouncing right off the walls and breaking in between the two's momentary trance. Y/N’s eyes shot right open at Bucky’s bewildered ones. It was until the few remaining echoes of whatever made the noise began to process in both their heads. Not a good thing, though, for Y/N to instantly recognize what, who, and where it came from.

“Was…” At first she was uncertain, but still asked him nonetheless, “…w-was that Sam?”

Sam? Even Bucky had the same look of confusion knocking every last bit of that distractingly attractive look on his face. Until Sam’s voice replayed in his memory, and all too quickly, came in remembering the string of thoughts of the surprise birthday party bursting in with the sense of panic surging through his body. He was trying his best not to show it through his eyes so he blinked rather a bit too fast to still make it obvious enough for someone with Y/N skills in deducting.

“U-uh…no?” And Bucky had made the mistake of asking rather than answering.

Something didn’t click in Y/N’s head. The bat of her lashes along with the nagging thought of not figuring out the hell of what happened began to loosen the grip Bucky had once had around her.

“No Buck, don’t play me for a fool.” She pauses, “I know how Sam shouts when he drops something.”

Now Y/N had Bucky into a muttering mess, as he struggled to find the words to try and say to cover up the obvious sabotage to the entire plan, and his own plan of finally being able to pursue Y/N. He didn’t even know how to stop Y/N’s head for trying to make sense of the oddly misplaced mishap of hearing something she wasn’t supposed to hear.

Empty. With the circular sound of a bowl, probably plastic from the emanating sound not likewise to the sound of glass. And a voice from a man which seems out of place for an empty room?

“A-and I know what he dropped, and where he is.” Bucky, for once, hated how smart Y/N was and for not listening to Thor enough to not underestimate this woman’s intelligence.

He also hated how Sam, though not surprisingly, has ruined practically everything.

“I better check that out.”

Bucky had not realized that Y/N already had slipped from under his arms and making her way slowly towards the hallway, but he instinctively glid in front of her, which took her aback.

“I-I don’t think you should.” Y/N at first could vaguely make out of his nervous grin

“Bucky…” She raised her brows questioningly, “…why are you blocking me?”

Fuck. Bucky knew that he was the one on the hot seat right at that moment. He could do nothing but shrug sheepishly, something that one doesn’t usually see out of a mysterious assassin like him.

“I-I uh it well…” He was beginning to feel sweaty when Y/N crossed her arms in suspicion, “…I-It could be an…intruder! Yeah uhm, an intruder that sounds like Sam!”

Now Bucky was beginning to sound so silly. This had Y/N remembering that one time he broke one of Tony’s extremely fragile coffee machines that was just freshly manufactured out of his own hands. She could see every lie grow sillier and sillier each time it passes through his quivering lips. The same manner she was seeing right in front of her.

It finally clicked in her head.

“Ohhhh…you’re not hiding something, are you?” A grin began creeping up her lips, “On my birthday?”

“Noooo…” Bucky’s voice trailed off into a whisper with a tilt of his head to the right. Lie.

“You are. I’m checking whatever you hid down there right now.”

The surprise was officially 90% ruined.

“Y/N-NO!”

By then Bucky’s adrenaline response dialed up to 11. As Y/N abruptly turned her body away from him, in a split second his metal arm jerked to grab Y/N by her wrist, earning a loud pained gasp from her, and the rest began to happen in a quick blur.

She wasn’t even able to let a curse slip through her lips when Bucky had tugged her arm towards him and had her body colliding on his and his lips landing right on hers. Y/N was extremely startled at what just happened, but when it began to sink into her that she was being kissed by Bucky Barnes, having to feel his lips that was surprisingly so soft and warm, she soon felt her tensed body instantly ease into his arms tracing its way to take all over her frame.

Bucky had made it sure to move his lips in a pace enough for her to slowly fall into a trance. He too, soon began to realize he was kissing Y/N. At first his movements were hastened, still wanting to make sure that she wasn’t too startled or uncomfortable. Until he felt her returning the kiss with a long moan vibrating against his lips, and Bucky loved it.

In moments, he soon had his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, feeling his cheeks flush at the feeling of her body pulled closer and moving against his. And the way she was responding with hitched breaths and moans drove him to deliver as much as he can to keep his growing crave for more of her intoxicating touch.

“Buck…” her shaky breath could barely mutter at the uncontrollable feeling of falling back into his lip-lock.

“Sshhh…” He whispered against her mouth, as his still ached for more to kiss her back again.

At each second that passed they both felt the immense heat rising between them and they could both hardly keep it at bay. Just as Y/N was about to push him over the edge and tackle him down, he clung onto her body and let the spur of the moment drive her back against the wall with a loud thud. He felt her shudder when he deepens the kiss while grazing his tongue on her lips, and had her chasing him back in a silent beg to never leave them. And damn how he tasted so good.

It wasn’t until he could sense her arms wrapping around his neck with a few grips of his locks here and there when he kissed her just right to make a deep growl of content rumble right through his chest and onto hers. He chuckles softly and responds with his hands gliding down to reach for her legs and had her lifted with ease, earning another low moan of his name at his has tracing every curve of her thigh. Bucky was practically melting into this tight embrace of deep endearment between them, and he wished Y/N was just as pleased as she should be on her special day.

This was different. Not because he completely forgot that this was all a distraction plan, but because by then he could only feel the pure, raw feeling both of them had for each other in this sweet chase of ecstasy between them that had his heart thumping fast against hers, and he could hear their heartbeats as one. It wasn’t a distraction plan, it was real.

Midway into the moment escalating, he felt his lungs gasp for air and only then was able to pry himself away from her, but just ever so slightly still near enough to see the way her flushed lips puffed from all that irresistible kissing.

“Y/N…” He wasn’t sure if what had him breathless was either the kiss or her lovely features glowing in a way he hasn’t seen before.

“Damn…” She whispered as she tried to catch her breath, looking at Bucky in that way that had his mouth tickling with a growing smile, “…you hid that from me all this time? Where was I a few months ago?”

“I-I thought you didn’t like me.” He grinned sheepishly having only that excuse to say.

A loud, almost too scandalized gasp escapes her agape mouth to which Bucky found too amusing to suppress his heartfelt laughter, “Not like you?! Especially now that I know you kiss like that? Lies!”

Bucky’s laughter, once it filled her ears sounding like sweet music, it had her contagiously doing the same. And man, could he listen to her delight all day. As the laughter died down, his eyes simmered back lovingly in a gaze that admired that smile of hers, and knowing it was because of him had the same smile that felt like warm sunshine on her.

“Oh Bucky…” She coos softly, cupping his cheeks in her hands while letting her thumbs softly brush against his skin, “…I…I do like you. Hell, I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Bucky let out a breathy gasp at feeling his heart dance around the words it wished to hear. “You do?”

“So much.” She whispers back with every word coated with endearment, “I had no idea you felt the same way. I was beginning to think you didn’t.”

“God I do love you.” His voice grows deeper in a way Y/N knew he meant what he said.

“I was just having a hard time to accept the fact that I was flustering head over heels for you. I just didn’t know what to say. I thought I wasn’t good enough for you. So I tried to keep my distance, and you just seemed to agree to it, so I went along with it. But fuck, you were just too beautiful with your pretty little eyes, your enchanting laughter, your bright smile, your gorgeous figure; I-I tried so many damn times to break the barrier, because I could barely stand the thought that you were slipping away from my hands. But this…”

He gently tucks away a strand of her hair behind her ear, to get a better view of those dazzling eyes that was the first thing that drew him to believe he had a crush on her, “…you. Right here in my arms. I wish I could’ve done something earlier to get this lovely view of you near me sooner. Seeing every single bit of who you are this close, it just, it takes my breath away.”

Y/N felt so touched with his genuine endearment, it had her barely struggling to find the words that could amount to his poetic lines.

“I still can’t believe that someone so amazing like you would love someone like me back.” Bucky shakes his head affectionately with a warm smile, but Y/N felt the trail of doubt leaving from his mouth.

“Do I have to kiss you again to convince you that I do?” She wiggled her brows at him suggestively, and he liked the way she did that.

“Oddly, I’m tempted doll.” Y/N giggles at the touch of his nose on hers.

She takes a moment to pause and just savor at that man’s gorgeous features. It was radiating with a calmer aura, something she found herself feeling at home at. And she grew fond of the way his smile was adoring her, getting one for the take and press a quick gentle kiss on to steal it from his. It was still her birthday anyway, might as well take more than just a taste.

“So all this.” She says as she pulls away, “All this was some sort of a distraction plan?”

There was actually no more point to argue for Bucky, since it wasn’t his fault she had it figured out. “Yeah yeah…I uh, actually didn’t expect it to work too well.”

“For a moment, you did get me with that hot bod of yours.” Y/N admitted with a playful bite of her lip. “And that was Sam I heard?”

“I think the entire team’s pissed off at him right now, let’s just leave him be.”

“So it was a surprise party!”

He blinked at her smart guess. “Y-Yeah, you got us.”

“And the entire team is in here!”

And oddly, he loved the way she was so proud and giddy of her achievement in finding out herself. Damn, a confident Y/N close to him was better than a bashful one from afar. “I didn’t know you were this enigmatic.”

“And I didn’t know you didn’t know that I knew and blah blah blah blah…” To this Bucky chuckled at. There were too many words apart from Y/N and Bucky’s lips that she decided to dismiss all the talk and press her lips once more onto his, missing the way it felt so good a while ago.

This one was a sweeter version of what they shared from before. It was a sort of deep acknowledgement between them, now that all confusion was gone and nothing but deep affection for each other was blossoming in their chest and through their lips. To which Y/N hummed in delight to, since she finally got that only present she’s been wanting all day long, that whatever party she or the team had planned wasn’t at the top of her priority list for the day.

Because all she had her head wrapped around was all on him. All on him.

“Oh wait, that reminds me.” A thought pops up in his head when she pulls away momentarily, “You should still go in that room and see what the team has prepared for you. Pretend to act surprised for Sam’s sake.”

“Awww do I have to?” She whines with a pout of her lips like a child would on her birthday, “Can’t that wait until later? It’s my birthday anyway and I get to choose what I want to doooo…”

“Why? Do you have something important to do?”

Y/N was amused at Bucky’s cluelessness to her small hints. She lets out a small giggle before biting her lip to give him a head start. “You, you silly idiot.”

“Ooohhh…”

The moment Bucky gets it he bites his lips playfully as well, scrunching his nose at Y/N’s smooth line. He was glad to grant the birthday girl’s wish at the sight of another door leading to a spare bedroom. And how he was turned on by the way Y/N looked right at him that sent his mind wandering to intimate thoughts shared with her body all over his. He couldn’t careless of the initial plan and had his impatience drove his arms to swiftly carry her towards the said room.

“Well then, wait until you unwrap my present to you.” He purrs against her ear, giving it a little nudge before pressing her back against the door. “Fuck, I love you Y/N.”

“I love you to Bucky…” Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at the sound of his raspy voice, grinning to herself at the thought of such a surprising gift, “…Happy fucking birthday to me.”

And just like that, Bucky did not waste his time with her any longer and had his hand grasping for the doorknob as the other quickly pulls her in for a hungrier kiss she finds herself sinking back into. And they let themselves fall into each other’s embrace, their thoughts playing into reality with intimate touches at the close of the door.

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“Took him damn long enough.” Sam chuckles at finding out that their friend finally made his move.

"If it wasn't for you fucking it all up with that popcorn bowl you ‘accidentally’ dropped." Tony rolls his eyes, something that Sam dismisses annoyingly at. “Wanda clearly warned you to duck.”

"What's the word on the lovebirds Wanda?" Clint leans in closer to Wanda, who had her thoughts linked to hear both Y/N's and Bucky's.

She only gasps with a cheeky grin on her face as a response. To this the whole team had known what was spiraling down from the sound of the door across theirs slamming shut.

"Lucky punk." Steve shakes his head, to which Bruce gives an acknowledging pat on his back with a chuckle.

"So much for the package." Tony sighs. "And the party."

"I taught him well." Natasha helped herself to a smug grin.

"Lady Y/L/N's fantasies finally came true." Thor wriggles his eyebrows in agreement to Natasha.

"Are we still pushing through with this party?" Wanda could barely suppress her amused giggles, shutting off her powers to give the two enraptured lovers their privacy. "They seem very engrossed in whatever they're doing."

"Welp, seems like this party's postponed." He knew that look on Wanda's face, Clint knew. "The distraction plan did work but their having a little party of their own now."

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Heeyyy guys!! So wow, this one had a whopping 5k+ words. It really took a long LONG process to finally have my head click with the right words and plot. But again, I’m so happy with the overwhelming response to the first part. THANK YOU as well for reading this imagine and for the support. Here’s to more imagines! <333

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anaithya · 6 years ago

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2018, etc

2018 was one hell of a ride.

I spent the NYE working on thesis proposal with my best friends A & G at G’s home. It was tense, since the deadline was close but none of us was even halfway through. At midnight we took a break and walked to Bundaran HI to join the crowd and watch fireworks. We had a bit of fun, grabbed some food in the nearest McD, talked all the way back, and prayed for our hopes and dreams for the year, before finally continue to work.

We had our common goal: to graduate. Little did we know it will took a long, winding road before we finally reach one.

January was fine. IECOM was successful, despite me being a zombie for several days. It might not be perfect but I’m very proud of what my team has done. There were unexpected things happened in D-Day but we handled them well. It feels so nice to see people work together--voluntarily put their time, mind, and energy to make the plan come true. We did our best and that’s what mattered.

Two days after IECOM, batch 2014 went to field trip in Malang and Bali. Having too caught up with IECOM, my friends and I planned our extended trip on the bus lol (I wrote about it here). It was reaaal fun! I liked how chill we all were, stopped for a moment not thinking about thesis or our routine anxieties, living the moment we were in. Thank you crew #gogotrip.

But the chaos was waiting for me. From then on, I was drained working on my thesis. Thesis was like the epitome of my uni life: crappy and messed up. Full of regret and wrong decisions. Perfectly summed it up! I thought I planned everything perfectly, but then Murphy Law happened. I remember panicking when things were still uncertain. I overthinked a lot, I was desperate and felt so clueless on April, but things began to unfold in May. In early July, I was finally certain in what I had to do. But still not sure whether I could make it or not in October. The pressure was even higher after you see your own friends graduating.

Whole September I couldn’t manage to do anything but working on my thesis. The month slipped perfectly from my life, I barely remember anything but me sitting in my computer, whether looking on Word, Excel, or Lingo. I remember staying up all night in the then-newly-opened coffee shop until 2 in the morning with my friend N (we’ve been there for hours), working on our thesis, too tired to talk to each other. Then we do the same thing in the day, only in our lab, and there will be our other friends. On repeat, for days.

On Tuesday, 25th, I finally did my thesis defense. Got an A, with extremely minor revision. Happiest day of the year. Took a day off on Wednesday, printed the final draft Thursday, got my supervisor’s signature, submitted it to the library, and signed up for October graduation on Friday.

Took two companies, months of hustles and hurdles, loads of papers, countess lingo solving, and series of sleepless nights to finally did it. And also a great supervisor. I couldn’t thank my supervisor enough for all the help that he gave me. If it wasn’t him, I don’t know if i can still manage to graduate in October.

In between the mess, with the thought that I need a break, I signed up for HPAIR conference. After two essays and an online interview, I got accepted! So for a full week in August I went to KL. It’s been a long time since I visit KL, and it was my first time participating in an international event like that. (one bucket list checked!). The conference was lit with the intriguing theme and notable speakers. I made new friends and tried superb food in town.

I also got the chance to participate in Maybank Impact Challenge, which I think the most interesting part of the conference. It was modelled upon Maybank Go Ahead Challenge. We were divided in teams, and the members came from different backgrounds and nationalities. In the span of 6 hours I had to make a country development plan, played board game, took the role as a COO in an engineering company, cracked codes and analyzed financial statements, ran for 1-2 km?--wearing a smart casual attire--from Sunway Uni to a bowling alley in Sunway Pyramid, pitched my company to investor WHILE playing bowling, ran back to the Uni, and took the role as management in company-in-crisis. Too much for a day, eh? It was crazy but I got to learn a lot: 1) How to work under pressure 2) How to work with strangers, especially with a very dominating person 3) How to estimate and make up numbers that still make sense 4) How to do impromptu speech.

(I also signed up for IELTS and Germany course. The courses were so refreshing since I love learning languages. I stopped showing up in September tho when the stakes on my thesis were high)

October 19 was my graduation day, and 20 was the parade. Bachelor of Science, I am now. I finally ended my university life. (another bucket list checked!)

The past four years was rough for me, especially in terms of my own ambition and personal development. To be honest, I hate my university life so much. I hate it to the point I don’t like to talk about it. About this class, about this exam, about this task, about this A B C, about this time when we had to do X.

If I could turn back the time I would definitely pick another major and another university. I hate how I didn’t work hard enough. I hate how I didn’t give my 100%. I hate how I DID work enough but still failing anyway. I hate how the world seemed so unfair. I hate how unprepared and unplanned I was. But what I hate the most is... I hate that I didn’t pursue for things I really like the most, because I was too scared. I hate how I wasn’t willing to take chances and chose the easy path. I hate how scared I was, to the future, to the what-ifs, to things that were actually in my head.

So messed up. So many wrong decisions. So many regrets.

Nonetheless, university life gave me valuable friends and... meaningful relationships! I really didn’t expect this from ITB back then, but yeah. The people I met were good ones. MTI ITB IS AWESOME!!! (at a certain period of time lol). I’m thankful that I found trusting, reliable friends that might not be 24/7 for me but surely make me laugh and make me feel much better when they’re around. It is my memories with them that I cherish the most.

Several days after graduation, I secured my first job (or not? I’m not permanent yet but nevermind), and started to work rightaway--in a company that I really admire. (bucket list checked once again!!!)

November and December were about adjustments. Adjusting myself back to Jakarta, coming back home after years of living alone. Adjusting to the new role that I take, as an employee. Adjusting to the new routine.

I also got two free concert tickets in November: Gun N Roses and Blackpink lol.

I spent the last day of the year with my high school friends in a friend’s house. Learned to play poker, chit chatted about life, reflected on how the year was for each of us.

Calm and serene.

Despite the sour, sour lemons, I learned a lot in 2018.

Four years of desperation crafted this worrisome and pessimist attitude in me. Contrary after graduating high school, after uni graduation I feel like I have self-confidence issue and I feel like not knowing what I really want or what I have to do next. I am still clueless apparently.

However, knowing the fact how terrible last year was, and I still survived after all gives me this weird strength to carry on. It gives some me kind of positivity and energy for 2019.

I get this epiphany that... maybe life indeed sucks, it still has loadsss of lemons to be thrown at me. There will be more cancelled and altered plans, and there will be other twists, turns, and surprises. Nevertheless, I shall focus on things that I can control and let go the ones I can’t. I shall control my perception and reception towards what’s happening instead of letting it affect me. I shall not waste my energy panicking and thinking too much on things that don’t matter like I did last year (and throughout my uni life also). I shall let go of my fear and let loose, be less rigid.

I shall focus on me and my personal growth, also on people that matters. I want to regain my confidence and cut all the negativities that the past might have caused me. I need to reorganize my life and construct my future plans.

This year, I want to be chill like I was in Bali.

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rockingthegraveyard · 6 years ago

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Voltron S6 [long af]

Ep 1

Hunk is the cutest most perfect boy. I adore him with all my soul. And Lotor. . .Stop being so fucking pretty jfc.

And Shiro!!!! Shiro Shiro Shiro! He’s doesn’t deserve this. Whatever this is.

HE DOESN’T DESERVE THIS! HE JUST WANTS TO HELP PEOPLE, STOP INVADING HIS BRAIN KSDJFHKASJH!!!!

Hunk using his brains! Hunk in charge. This is the shit this stupid fucking series has been missing.

SHIROOOOO!

L A N C E ! !

MAH BOYS!!!

I forgot Allura could fucking do that.

Oh Shiro, or Clone Shiro. I don’t even care at this point. I love him either way.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SJKDFSKAJSJDGHFSJ HAGGAR!!!!!!! RUKATILWSERUASIL;UERAFHLSEGYFLASJDG

Ep 2

Yay! Keith’s mom who’s name I forgot.

Low-key shipping Lotor and Allura. Woooooaaaahhh, they almost kissed!

But I also want a dramatic betrayal where she wrecks his ass.

AW SHIT SHE PROTECTED HIM WITH HER BODY!!! IF I AIN’T THE BIGGEST SLUT FOR THAT SHIT!!

AKUERWYIGFR BABY KEITH!! AND EVIL SHIRO!!

Beautiful flowing white alien hair. I don’t want Lance and Allura to get together but it seems like that might be where it’s headed. Still he’s super cute.

Boo, you gotta get your baby outta there. But man, I’m so happy we get more on the bae.

Is Keith’s dad just some weird desert hermit who found a boss alien babe. He’s living my dream life and I’m jealous.

Just a boy from Cuba! Oh, I love it. I mean, I know it’s already confirmed but still nice to see in series.

WAIT!!!! WAIT WAIT WAIT! I TOTALLY FORGOT THAT SHIRO GOT HIS CLOTHES FROM KEITH! Aw man, he be wearing a dead man’s vest this whole time. lolololol

Aw mah gad he ded.

She’s so boss yo!!! I fucking love her so much!!

He lives and bby Keith jfc so cute!

I’m such a huge fucking sucker for this bullshit man!!!! THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND MY HEART IS WEEPING!!! AW FUCK AND WHEN SHE LEARNS HE’S DEAD!! HER FACE!!!

SPACE FOX/WOLF COMPANION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Two fucking years? Jesus Christ.

The mice ratted you out Lance.

ALTEA?????

Ep 3

Are they fucking playing dnd or a video game????? Amazing! I love them so much, the nerd squad. He’s a healer, she’s a dwarf and I love my children so much.

FUCKING CORAN!

FUCKING SHIRO IS BASICALLY STRIDER RN AND I’M FUCKING LOSING IT!! I FUCKING LOVE HIM SO MUCH Y’ALL!!! He said his full name, yoooo. Nice! kaSHGDRKJASG But Hunk and Pidge have aliases.

My boy, I love him, his beautiful perfect nerd with his tragic fucking backstory.

NOOOOOOOOO

WITH THIS FUCKING TEAR OMG!

I adore Shiro with all my soul.

NO SHIRO’S DEAD!

Oh Shiro!!!! I fucking seukfhljasygdkljsdghfakjsgdgftsd My kind of stubborn when it comes to a character.

Of course Coran plays space dnd.

Allura you beautifull baby! And of course you are Lance. This episode is adorable and silly.

Fucking Coran’s giggle “hehe, you activate the trap!”

Fucking Shiro sajkdghfasd, I love how he is the one who keeps dying.

Oh Coran.

SHIRO’S TWIN BROTHER! SKDFJKDAJSDGF I swear if he dies again I’m gonna die myself.

SHIRO YOU GIANT FUCKING NERD!!!!!

This episode was so much fun, omg.

Takashi ‘I want to be a Paladin’ Shirogane.

Ep 4

He’s. . .bigger right?

I love Lance.

OOOOO, is that suppose to be who ummm Allura’s cousin or sister was?????

ROMELLE!! That’s it. I love it!

And yes yes yes! I love Altaens undercover!!!

But aww Krolia thanking Shiro for raising him! Be still my heart.

Aw! Romelle! Dude, that music playing when she’s separated from her brother. Chills.

Lotor, you fuck boy! My new daughter and her little heard didn’t deserve this!

Aw Lotor! I knew you were a bad bitch but I still love you, ya dick head. YEESS BETRAYAL MOMENT COMING THOOOO. Awww a betrayal right after a kiss! Blessed.

BEAT HIS ASS! YAAAASSSSS!!!

MY SOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!! SHIROOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

BOYS GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT! I KNEW SHIRO COULD STRONG ARM AND THEY’RE CAUGHT OFF GUARD BUT ASKDFJHSKLADFHA!

Ep 5

I’m always down for an episode about the Black Paladins. Maybe get some Keith and Shiro history. If Not Shiro history in general. I hope so.

Bye Shiro.

Aw Kieth, fucked up.

Aw Shiro, poor bby!! But also, yeeesss I fucking live for Shiro angst. It fuels me.

HIS MAMAAAAA!!!!!! I love her so much!

These poor ladies, just being dragged about by whoever.

Is this where we learn if Shiro is a clone or not??!!!?! DRAMAAAA!

OH MY GOD THERE HE IS! There they all are. That’s fucked up. But who is reaaal??????????

Shiro is a god damn beast jesus fuck! I love him.

Rest in fucking pieces Keith.

Omg! Did his eyes turn yellow there for a moment???!?!?! THEY DID!

SHIRO!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!

Why the fuck clone Shiro though? Like, why him? What made Shiro so special?

YESSS!!! GONE IS HIS FUCKING ARM!!!

OH GOD SHIRO THINKS HE KILLED EVERYONE!!!! MY SON!

Oh, there’s the feels. FEELS! DID SHIRO ADOPT KIETH???? IS THAT WHAT I’M GETTING???

I’M SOBBING AT THE VERY END!

Ep 6

THE REAL SHIRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT!!!!

I love Coran so much! And Hunk. They’re too good. And of course she’s not fucking okay Lance! Aw, but good pep talk bro. OH I love Lance, they did him good this season!!!

I love Coran I LOVE HIM!!! He’s the fucking best and I’ll fight everyone on that.

Lotor, bitch please. OH! He didn’t like being compared to his daddy.

“I love you!” “You’re just like you’re dad.” “......................Welp, looks like this just gotta die.”

No I’m not sure it’s a good idea.

God bless Coran! Also kinda hot this episode, like, dem arms bro.

Oh Lotor, you’re just what literally everyone expected.

Yes! Girls, abandon this whack job. Aw but they they go, injected into space.

Pft, made himself a voltron, of course he did.

I LOVE YOU JEDI SHIRO!!

YEEE Kick Lotor’s ass! And also take care of poor clone Shiro.

Ep 7

Commence epic mecha battle, lol.

I like how much more strategic Keith has gotten.

Magical teleporting powers! Ooooh Allura you done fucked up.

The animation for this battle is pretty sick tho.

It’s making them all whack.

I love Lotor’s face, he looks all mad? Good stuff. See ya bad bitch.

Poor Shiro is still clocked the fuck out.

THE COW! I totally forgot about the cow!

Aw Coran. AW THE MUSIC IS GIVING ME CHILLS!

Good Shit.

MIND MELD

White hair’d Shiro??? Finally his hair matches to how old stress makes him feel. asdjkfhkjas

BUT MY BOY! HE’S AWAKE!!! AND THE BLACK LION IS IS SO HAPPY!!!!! SHIRO, I WEEP!!! Can’t wait until he gets a new neat arm! Oh! But what if he’s reluctant to get an arm due to the last one fucking shit up. It’s good stuff.

i liked it

this season was def one of the best ones and it had some great music to it

#Voltron

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ameliterature · 3 years ago

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PART 4 OMFG I forgot

so also somewhat similar to @azzyraphale 's chameron fic based on this thread,

Cameron didn't feel anything during the date. Well, he did feel bored of the girl's incessant talk of her school reputation, her grades, her friends, all that standard high school talk. It's not like he hated the topics she word-vomited on him, but he'd rather hear anyone else complain about how cool they were. Maybe Charlie would be better to talk to-- Damn it!

Charlie was pacing around their room when Cameron comes back. What he lacked all night with the girl, he's feeling all too well at this moment. Charlie's slightly delighted face made his heart skip a beat, even if it was just for split second for both boys to feel excited at this moment.

"Hey." They both told each other, Charlie managing to mask his anticipated state by yawning, pretending that he wasn't at all waiting for Cameron all night. He sat on the edge of his bed, briskly kicking off his slippers.

"How was the study group?"

"It was alright. Pretty boring without you." Now that was a first. That's the closest Cameron's ever had to a compliment from Charlie.

"Oh?" Charlie could feel Cameron's smirk burning a mark into his chest.

"B-But I bet you brought all the boring with you during your date." Aaaand there it was. Charlie can't go 2 seconds without insulting Cameron it seems.

Not that Cameron minded. He'd rather hear Charlie insult him than hear that girl tell him about Stacy's dress last Sunday.

Cameron sighed as he sat on Charlie's bed, causing Charlie to immediately straighten up and watch as Cameron lean on his shoulder. "W-what are you doing--"

"Can you tell me about your school reputation?"

"...E-excuse me???"

"Tell me about your grades, your friends, anything. Just talk to me."

Charlie's fluttering eyes and increasingly palpitating heart tried to process any semblance of a phrase, even a word! Anything to start speaking.

"Uhh I-- Well, I was thinking about you a lot." Damn it.

Cameron rolled his eyes, thought he didn't at all expect Charlie to even go that direction. "You were?"

"I-... I've been thinking a lot about our-- uhm..." Charlie shifted under Cameron, his bulky shoulders rocking Cameron's head with it.

"Our...?"

"y'know... our... y'know..."

Cameron took this moment to lift his head and look at Charlie's face. It was beet red.

"Our kiss?"

"y-yeah, that one." Charlie's usual demeanor towards Cameron was gone. All that remained was a stuttering mess.

"Did you think about it today?"

"I--"

"while I was on my date, did you think about it too?"

"... maybe-- How'd that go anyway?" Charlie deflected.

"It was boring. I guess I took the boring there with me."

"I wish you kept the boring with me-- I mean-"

Cameron chuckled at Charlie's lack of self-control. Looks like Charlie's got a foot in his mouth this time.

"What do you mean, Charlie?"

"I-- that... IF you're gonna be boring... anywhere, just choose to be boring around me."

"I thought you hate boring."

"Not when it's your boring. But not everything about you is boring either."

"Oh yeah? What's not boring about me then?" Cameron did genuinely ask. He had lived a boring life so far. The only times it wasn't boring was when he had to ignore Charlie's dumb insults. A bit annoying, but never boring.

"I... Your face when it's pissed off."

Cameron's face turned sour. "Yeah exactly like that!" Charlie pointed.

"You find this entertaining?"

"I mean, yeah. If 'entertaining' meant amusing, thrilling, heart-warming."

"... Do you get a kick out of insulting me, Dalton?" Oh no- he used his last name!

"I-- I don't mean to insult you! I didn't mean for it to start that way... I just... liked your reactions... that's all."

"So... all that shit about me being gay and stuff?"

"I--" "Reaaal mature, trying to insult me by calling me gay."

"I didn't mean for it to go this far--"

"What if I do happen to be gay? And my reaction changed, what then Charlie? Would my compliance no longer be satisfactory to you?"

Charlie thought about it for a moment. Long and hard in thought too. Cameron watched him become even more pensive.

"Are you gay though?"

"What does that have to do with my question to you."

"I... If you are, then my answer will be a lot easier."

Cameron sighed, bridge his nose bridge. "I-- I dunno, Charlie."

"Oh... okay." Cameron wasn't expecting Charlie to look so defeated.

"... But I know I didn't like that girl. I'd rather be here with you."

Like a light switch, Charlie brightened up. "You would?"

"I'm on your disgusting bed, aren't I?"

Charlie inched closer to Cameron, happy with his answer. "Well that makes my job a lot easier."

"What?"

"I'll make you gay."

".................what?"

"Richard Cameron. I've decided, you're gonna become gay for me."

"Charlie... I really don't think that's how it works at all."

"Just you wait Cam, you're gonna say that you're gay for me."

"Why do you need to do this??" Cameron kinda wanted to strangle his ignorant roommate.

"You wanted to know why I liked getting a reaction out of you, right? Well, it's cuz I like you."

Cameron's ears turned bright red. "Y-you... what?" Charlie's sudden confession caught him off guard.

"Think of it as a revenge for turning me gay. I'll bring you down with me."

"Charlie, you're an ass. Being gay isn't a punishment."

"Then do me the pleasure of falling in love with me."

Cameron rubbed his temples, in placement of hiding his embarrassed demeanor. "Just stop talking you dumbass."

"Not until I get you to like me back."

"I won't."

"You will."

"I won't."

He already does.

ANyway idk if I will write a part 5 of charlie having an "i will turn cameron gay even if I used to insult him but now im in love" montage. depends on how many people want it lmaooo

Chameron but like--

(tw/cw: slight homophobia from charlie)

charlie keeps bullying cameron for not having "game" that he can't get girls like he does, classic bullying.

"i don even wanna date a girl right now, asshole, I'm busy with school"

"hah- are you gay or something???"

"wtf does that even-- you know what, I dont need this rn"

and this goes on, that charlie's pissing off cam a lot, trying to boast about his own conquests with girls while cameron is seething--

One day cameron gets a date with a girl because his parents wanted him to escort his family friend to her prom. Cam doesnt tell his friends this was an arranged thing and tells them that "He had game too"

Charlie was dubious, annoyed even, he didnt believe it at all. he kept on asking how their date went, cameron half-lies and says they've kissed (like a peck, really) and charlie's kinda peeved about it

"oh- okay??? still doesnt mean you could get any other girl to do it!"

"whatever charlie?? who cares if a girl kissed me!?"

"I DO--" Charlie stood up. Embarrassed, he tried to fix it, "I -- I care because you're-- YOU'RE SUCH A LOSER ALL THE TIME! What girl would ever wanna be kissed by you?? Hah, some closeted gay guy kissing a girl?? are you kidding me?! GROSS!"

"Charlie, what the hell, I kiss FINE!" Cameron was getting pissed at Charlie's choice of words and his disgusting attitude

"HA- couldn't convince me even if you TRIED"

and so Cameron did, he grabbed charlie by his shirt collar and angrily pulled him in for a passionate, albeit, annoyed kiss.

"THERE? SEE? I CAN KISS , YOU DUMBASS--" cameron wiped his mouth and headed for the bathroom to clean his lips. blushing of course.

Charlie stood there for a second before his legs gave out

He crumbled to the floor while placing his hand over his lips like he just got his first kiss.

this was his first kiss. he's never been kiss before. not until Cameron.

#dps #dead poets society #dps fic #fanfic #fic #chameron #charlie dalton #richard cameron

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almost-sweet-music · 7 years ago

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I honestly just melt when I hear 2D sing! Get i get a fluff with the s/o just becoming a puddle?

This is by far the longest I have ever kept a request in my inbox and anon, HOLY FUCKING SHIT AM I SORRY FOR THIS. No, seriously I fucked up. I was attempting to write this three times and each time I got to like… 400 words and realized that it was utter shit. THIS TIME I am semi fine with how it turned out so I’m uploading it.

This was also the last request I had pending but I can’t yet open them since my friend from school wanted me to write her an imagine about Hank Mccoy from the x-men so that’s what I’ll be doing for probably the rest of the week :/

Anyways, enjoy!

Warning: Some sexual innuendos but it’s barely 2 sentences.

Y/F/N if your friend’s name

“Aww c'mon Y/N, it’ll be fun I promise!” Your friend chirped in your ear, trying to convince you to come to some concert with her. She’s been praising them for over an hour now, determined to make you come. She was saying how awesome their music is, how great the people are and something about a…. Satanist? And about some possessed guy? You were hella confused by now but to be honest… You were starting to give up.

“What even is that band anyways? I have no clue what they even do.” You Sighed sipping your tea and typing away on your laptop.

“They’re great, I’m telling you. Besides, after the show we can go get some drinks at a bar nearby.” She wiggled her brows at you. You glanced up at her and smiled shyly. “Ah see? There we go. It can be our…. Ladies night.” She skipped around the room and put on her shoes. “I think you’re going to like the frontman. He’s… Your type.”

“What do you mean my type? I don’t have a type…” You look up from your computer slightly offended by her tone.

“Mmmm yeah you do.” She grinned and left your flat in a victorious prance. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. How in the hell were you supposed to say no to her?

______

You looked at yourself in the mirror and pouted. You turned to your friend.

“Be honest, do I look like a slut?” She looked up from her phone and glanced over you.

“Yeah, you look like you’re ready to gobble up some reaaal cock.” You scoffed at her and blushed. She giggled. “Just kidding! You look perfect. I mean, I’d tap the shit out of you.”

“Jesus Christ Y/F/N…” You turned back to the mirror.

“Hey, you wanted me to be honest, I was honest. Besides, you said it like being a slut is a bad thing. C'mon everyone likes sluts. The only people that don’t, don’t get any.” She said and stood up. She walked over to you and hugged you from behind. “Look at my girl. Finally leaving the house for once in her god damn life.” You huffed and pushed her away. She snorted and pranced out of the room. “C'mon slut, the cab’s here.” You rolled your eyes and picked up your purse, following her outside.

______

You were already hot and sticky. A crowd of people surrounded you as you all waited for the band to come on stage. Y/F/N stood next to you, all giddy and stuff, way more excited than you. To be honest, you were so regretting this… You were dreaming of coming back home and never going on a concert like this ever again.

The hall went black. Music started playing and some time later a group of four entered the stage. It was still all black but judging from the silhouettes at least one of them was a definite girl.

A very much british sounding voice started to greet the crowd and say some random stuff you didn’t honestly care about, still mentally far, far away in the warmth of your bed.

The lights went back on and only then did the scene grab your attention. Your eyes skipped from person to person trying to see as much as you could through the sea of hands. Indeed, as you predicted, one of them was a girl. Pretty one I’m fact. The drummer was a slightly heavier, dark skinned man with completely white eyes but a really nice smile. The frontman, standing behind the microphone had blue hair and…. Pitch black eyes. No iris… Just pitch black. You were confused… Was this the guy Y/F/N was talking about? And lastly, the bassist. He had jet black hair and he was… He was just straight up green. It could’ve been body paint but… It looked so real??

Minutes later the proper concert started and no joke… You were blown away. The music was great just as your friend told you. It had nice melodies a practically every song was different from the other. The blue haired boy was a great singer and since the first song, you couldn’t get your eyes off of him. It was like he was putting you in some sort of trance like state. The way he sang, especially the slower songs made you putty and for god’s sake you swear you locked stares with him for a second.

You sort of knew that Y/F/N was looking at you and smirking, but you chose to ignore it an not give her the satisfaction she wanted.

___

“See? I bloody told you you’ll like the guy didn’t I?” Y/F/N skipped next to you, on your way to some pub nearby. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh please, who told you I like him?” She huffed.

“Y/N… I saw it in your eyes. You were UNDRESSING him with them.” You punched her arm.

“I was not!”

“Sure lady, lie to yourself as much as you like but I know what you’ll be doing after you come back home and who’s name you will be moaning at night…” You groaned.

“Y/F/N, please.”

“Oh. so you’re not denying it?”

“Yes of course I’m denying it!” She laughed. You two entered a pub that was just around the block from the place where the concert took place. It was a bit crowded but not that much and you found a table easily.

“So, you sit here, look pretty and try to scoop out some hot peeps kay? I’ll get the drinks.” Your friend said and left you on your own. Some time later she came running back, with no drinks but the biggest grin on her face. She slammed her hands on the table. “Forget the hot peeps, I have someone I’d like to introduce you to.” You were confused bit didn’t even have time to ask questions before getting tugged through the group of people by your wrist. Somewhere in the distance you saw a glimpse of blue hair and you immediately stopped, pulling Y/F/N back a step. “Y/N?!”

“Please don’t do this to me.” You said and tried to pull away.

“Oh come on Y/N! He’s a great guy, I talked to him. He said it’s okay to introduce you! Please, come!” You cringed at the thought of having to speak with a stranger like that but in the end succumbed to her.

You stopped in front of the guy from before. You clutched onto Y/F/N’s hand and hid behind her back. She tapped his shoulder and pushed you forward a bit.

“Hey so this is the chick I’ve been telling you about. Her name is Y/N and she’s pretty damn cool and she’s been looking at you the whole evening so yeah. I’m just gonna leave you two now and I gotta blast!” She said, seemingly in one breath only before letting go of your hand and jogging away.

“Wh- Y/F/N??” You called out to her.

“Gotta blast!” She giggled and gave you the thumbs up before running out the building. You were speechless and frozen in place.

“What the…” You whispered.

“Your friend is really… Jumpy isn’t she?” Blue haired guy said. You felt yourself grow hot. What were you supposed to do now?

“I uh… Yeah…” You turned to him. “Listen… I’m sorry for this I uh… Won’t ruin your fun and I’ll just leave okay? Great show by the way I’m a fan-” Just as you were going to leave, you felt a big hand grab your.

“Oh, no please stay.” You blushed and looked down. Your hand was intertwined with his, bigger one. He noticed you staring and pulled it away. “Sorry. No but seriously, stay. I’d love to chat a bit with you Y/N.” You kept silent for a second before sitting down next to him awkwardly.

And you chatted. A lot in fact. You talked about everything and anything and nothing and the conversation didn’t seem to want to end to the point where his band mates left and he stayed with you. Finally after an hour or so you decided to go home and Stu - that you just learned, has volunteered to walk you home.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“Ya smoke?” He asked. You shook your head and continued to walk alongside him. “So… Which song did ya like the most?”

“Hmm? Oh. I liked a lot of them similarly. I really liked the slow kinda sad one. Busted and…. Blue?” He smiled.

“Yup. That’s the one.” He looked at the moving ground and sighed happily. There was a pause where you were both just walking silently when suddenly you heard a faint voice sing. “Where does it come from?When everything was outsideBusted and Blue”. You glanced as in awe at Stu who started to silently sing. He looked up at you and smiled shyly.

You got that feeling again. That warm flutter in your belly that made you all giddy inside. Your legs felt like they were made out of jelly, ready to give out at any moment.

“All my life

All my lifeBeam a lightOn me I am a satelliteAnd I can’t get back without you.” The way he looked at you when he sang that, although the thought was completely foolish and almost certainly wrong, made you feel like he sang it to you specifically. That probably wasn’t true, given that you just met a few hours ago but you liked to think it was. You blushed at the thought and continued to listen and walk along silently.

He finished not long after. You grinned and clapped a couple times.

“Bravo. That was great! Honestly I’m kind of angry I didn’t discover you guys earlier.” Stu chuckled.

“You seem pretty nice. Nicest person I’ve met in a while actually.” He said, putting his hands in his pockets. You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. Well I mean… I live with a guy that fractured both me eyes and kidnapped me a couple times. On top of that he’s generally pretty mean. Real bastard that one. He’s green too.” He turned his head over to you. “Uh, you a'ight?” Your mouth has fallen agape and you were speechless. “Luv?” You closed your mouth.

“Sorry I was just… You… Actually live with that person? And you didn’t do anything about the abuse?”

“Well, no…”

“D- Stuart…. Do you know how much money you can win in court after all that guy has done? Why didn’t you sue him yet??” You were almost shaking in anger. How did he manage to not do anything all these years?

“I uh… You know, he was in jail once. Besides he’s been through some tough stuff too. He’s not that bad really. Jus bad temper. He really loves Noodle though. Seriously, she’s like a daughter to him. I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy if he was gone.” Stu said and looked at you with a soft smile.

“But… Okay, what about moving?”

“Wha bout it?”

“Well, why can’t you just move away? At least you wouldn’t be living in the same house as that guy.” Stu chuckled.

“Maybe someday…” He sighed. “Is your place far away?” He asked.

“No actually, just around the corner.” You pointed in the distance to the big building where you lived.

“Oh. I’m kind of sad actually. I enjoyed your company t'night.” He admitted.

“So did I!” You replied.

A minute or so later you were there, by your door.

“So uh… See you soon I guess.” Stu said.

“Hopefully!” You said cheerfully.

“Hey uh actually… Can I get your number? I’d really love to see you again.” You agreed and quickly exchanged numbers before, 2d had to leave. You came back to your flat and immediately flopped in the bed, screaming into your pillow.

____

You got a text from Stu, early in the morning. It was a video.

“Hello Y/N! It’s Stuart Pot, recording from the studio. I’m currently doing audio for a new song I made myself and it’s called Sleeping po-” He got cut of by a voice you recognized as Murdoc.

“Aye, faceache!We got work to do!” 2d turned around and yelled

“Shut up gobshite, I’m doing something!” You giggled and bit on your finger “So yeah, we’re recording a new song, it’s called Sleeping Powder and I just wanted to say that I miss you a lot and I love you and I’ll see you, very very soon! 2d signing off!” He smiled wide and the video finished and after that, you couldn’t stop grinning til the end of the day.

#stu pot #stuart pot #2d #2-d #stu pot imagines #stuart pot imagines #2d imagines #2-d imagines #stu pot x reader #stuart pot x reader #2d x reader #2-d x reader #gorillaz #gorillaz imagines #gorillaz x reader #imagines

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heungtanbts · 7 years ago

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Amazing

genre: ultra fluff word count: 2076

wrote this reaaal quick to hit my soulmate @hobisoo with some late night feels but thought i might as well share it on here as well hehe. enjoy, day6 fans ~

“And I~ I’m officially missing you. Oooh~ can’t nobody do it like you…”

You place a handful of makeup brushes back into their rightful place in the mason jar on your vanity as quietly as possibly, not wanting to create any noises or disturbances that would prevent you from listening to his quiet serenade. Even all the way from the living room, his honey voice floats across your skin like the softest velvet, curling around your ears and making its way down your spine in the form of delightful shivers. You would think that after hearing that angelic voice not so angelically sing to Michael Jackson songs in the shower (completely off tune and on purpose of course) and other covers for 2 years in a row, that you’d be used to it by now. But that voice that falls from those perfectly pink lips of his, never seems to grow old. You could literally listen to it all day, crappy Michael Jackson imitation or whatever else.

After taking one last look in the mirror, you tiptoe to the door and peek your head out, already fully expecting him to be lazing around on the couch while waiting for you to finish getting ready because you’d told him it’d only take 5 minutes, babe, I swear. But you both knew better that he’d probably end up in this current state on the couch, half dozing off and 100% relaxed, enjoying the most of this rare quiet moment on this rare lazy Saturday afternoon. And just as you predicted, he really is all sprawled out on his back on the beige sofa, one bare foot resting on the arm rest at the end of the sofa while the other is lazily hanging off the edge at his side, his guitar splayed across his stomach, fingers automatically sliding up and down the neck of the guitar to effortlessly transition from one chord to the next as the other hand strums lightly. His eyes are closed, dark lashes fanning out across his dewy skin, rosy lips slightly parted as he half hums half slur-sings whatever random tunes come to mind. Seeing him like this, you’re reminded for the millionth time that you do and would forever always have the most embarrassingly huge crush on your boyfriend, Kang Younghyun.

You take tiny baby steps towards him, walking in a slight swervy pattern to avoid all the little spots in the floorboard that you know would creak and ruin this precious moment. You finally crouch down at his side and silently pat yourself on the back for your stealth when you see his eyes still closed, the airy melody still flowing smoothly from his lips, his concentration unbroken. Careful not to let him know you’re there, you rest your head on your hands, elbows resting on your knees as you further lose yourself in his serenade, the world around you slowly fading to gray. Until…

“That was definitely not 5 minutes, love.” Younghyun’s fingers pause and the magical tune is suddenly replaced with his low, silky speaking voice. He then peeks an eye open at you, the corners of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly when he confirms your presence next to him. “What took you so long?”

“Dangit,” You fall back on your butt, letting out a sigh of defeat, “And here I thought you actually didn’t hear me sneak up on you for once.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you playfully, his pearly smile stretching even further across his cheeks, “Sorry, guess my bae-dar is just too sensitive to your presence.” You let out a snort of disbelief with a roll of your eyes, secretly reveling in the sweetness and lightness of his laughter in the background. A different but oh so rich type of music to your ears.

“Well Mr. Bae-dar, unless you were planning on staying here to give me free guitar lessons or something, I’d suggest you get your butt up so we don’t miss the movie.” You grab one of his hands and lean back to pull him up to a sitting position on the couch, his precious guitar still strapped securely around him. His eyes suddenly widen, and he’s glancing back and forth between you and the guitar, the lightbulb going on in his head.

“Wait, that’s a brilliant idea.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “What, missing the movie?”

“No no, teaching you how to play guitar!” The excitement is evident in his voice, and it’s adorable how he can instantly go from dazzling you with his handsome features and heavenly voice to grabbing and shaking your hand like an impatient child at an amusement park, all in approximately 0.8 seconds. You shake your head at the thought as he continues, “I remember you briefly mentioning once that you’ve always wanted to learn how to play, and I don’t know why I didn’t think of teaching you until now.”

You make a face at him, “I’ll take a hard pass, but thanks for offering babe. Now let’s go.” You tug at his hand but instead, he stays firmly put on the sofa, no matter how hard you pull. You give him a look before pulling him again, and pulling, and pulling, and a good couple of minutes of tugging and begging go by before you groan his name in defeat. He just furrows his eyebrows together in confusion as he carefully sets his guitar off to the side of the couch.

“Why are you so against this?”

You feel the heat instantly rush to your cheeks. At this point in your relationship, Younghyun knows you inside and out, so there’s no point in even trying to tell him a white lie when you know he’ll call you out for it. And knowing that, now he’s just patiently waiting for you to answer him, his eyes searching your face for some sort of answer. You suddenly pretend to dig around in your purse for some chapstick to avoid his piercing gaze. But ultimately you know better than to just ignore him, so after a few moments of gathering your courage, you finally mumble the truth under your breath, “It’s embarrassing.”

You didn’t think his eyes could widen anymore but they do at your statement, and he looks completely taken aback. “Embarrassing? What’s embarrassing, being taught by me?” You snap your head up to look at him, shaking it side to side violently enough to whip yourself in the face with your hair.

“No no no, oh my gosh that’s not it at all. I just…” You’re sure your face is beet red by now, and after a couple moments of pending silence, you quietly murmur, “I’ve tried learning once and found out that I seriously suck at playing the guitar.”

Of all the facial expressions you’ve seen in Brian Kang’s impressively extensive repertoire, you’ve never seen one quite like this one. It’s a mixture of genuine confusion, “what the hell did you just say,” and another emotion you can’t quite pinpoint… Shock? Frustration? Determination? He’s sitting there silently with that unreadable Look™ on his face and you’re suddenly worried you’ve upset him somehow. But you don’t have the time to try and figure any of it out because before you know it, he’s grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his lap, causing you to let out a squeal of surprise as your hands find purchase in the firm material of the sofa cushion.

“Um, a warning next time would be great, Mr. Kang.” You say, your heart pounding against your chest from his sudden attack. He ignores you and instead, busies himself with strapping the guitar around you, gently leading your right hand near the sound hole and the left to grip around the neck. “Embarrassing my butt,” he mutters, obviously dissatisfied with all of this, “All you need is some guidance, practice, and the right teacher. And this teacher will not let his girlfriend believe that she sucks at the guitar after only trying it once.” With a determined huff from his nose, he pulls your back even more flush against his chest, which is starkly different from the way he then gently wraps his hands over yours. You crane your head to see him shoot you a small reassuring smile along with a cute scrunch of his nose, too adorable to resist.

“So, shall we begin, young grasshopper?”

An hour and a completely abandoned movie date later, you find out that he’s absolutely right – all you really needed was a little push, a pinch of focus, some trial and errors, and a whole lot of patient and tender guidance from Younghyun. It amazes you how he never once got frustrated or showed any discontent with you – he only spoke words of encouragement, his gentle instructions so much easier to follow and carry out than you’d expected. His lap must’ve gone completely numb after having you sit there for over an hour now, but he never once complained or told you to get off. He just continued on, showering you with praises and constructive feedback as you continued to make small mistakes and achieve little victories along the way. Not to mention it made your cheeks flush pink every time he’d bust out that signature gorgeous grin of his with an ecstatic “that’s it, that’s my girl!” He always manages to prove to you over and over again how amazing of a person he is, each time succeeding the previous, somehow. And as he helps reposition your fingers to achieve a D chord with more ease, you realize he’s just proven himself again. Your boyfriend truly is incredible.

As he slowly calls out the chords he’s taught you thus far for you to continue practicing them, his hands suddenly leave yours to sneak behind the guitar and wrap around your waist. Your strumming stutters for a second as you try to regain your focus, but the feeling of his sturdy arms wound securely around your waist has you nearly melting against him. You strum an out of tune D chord as he rests his chin on your left shoulder, planting a small kiss to the back of your ear and causing all the baby hairs there to stand on end, like he’s just static shocked you.

“Need a break?” He breathes against your ear, Unwilling to leave this position, you shake your head silently, somehow finding the will to continue to strum, even though his hot breaths against the tip of your ear are sending streams of shivers down your arms. Unfortunately, because he can read your body like the back of his hand, he immediately notices the way you’re struggling to stay focused and he lets out a quiet laugh. “Am I distracting you, love?” He asks before leaving another gentle kiss against your skin, this time along the side of your jaw. That punk.

“I-I’m fine.” You manage to get out, the chords sounding increasingly messier and messier as he leaves a trail of teasingly soft kisses along your neck, all the air nearly leaving your lungs. He notices your grip loosen around the guitar neck but your back is still stiff against his chest, and so he frees up a hand to grab your chin and turn your head towards him, kissing your lips with a playfully loud smack at the end.

“Relax, love, it’s just me.” He sends you a sly wink and has to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the face you make at him. You playfully chastise him for being such a gross sap and then you’re both laughing, the soprano notes of your voice and the baritone notes of his creating a melodic symphony, a duet known only by the two of you. And before you know it, the guitar lesson is long gone and forgotten as he pulls you down onto the sofa with him, upper and lower limbs tangling in a warm intertwined mess, your head finding its rightful place next to his as he strokes your cheek, running his long fingers through your hair, whispering shy confessions of affection and leaving soft kisses all over your face. And it’s then that you realize that there’s one thing Younghyun is even better at doing over singing, playing instruments, and being the unfairly gorgeous human being that he is.

He’s the absolute best at making you feel loved.

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