#please if you can help him it would mean a lot ot me and i know to him

[puphoods]

can anyone please match my donation to my friend ahmed @ahmadresh2? his campaign is still only at just under 50%, but right now he needs money to buy a heater, as it's very cold in gaza at the moment

if just 7 more people donate 5$ USD he will have the money he needs for it

5/40

[cosmic-evening]

ᯓ★ high school reunion

ex bf!oikawa x gn!reader

a/n: you meet oikawa again at your high school reunion. second chance romance, iwaizumi & mattsun & makki features, minor profanities. probably ooc.

pt.2 of this drabble

hq m.list | gen m.list

this was all iwaizumi's fault, and you were going to punch him later.

walking down the halls of aoba johsai, the school you once went to, was nostalgic and distressing at the same time. they've changed the locker layout, you note. and the graffiti that was once on the wall is gone too.

you try not to notice that your initials, next to OT, was gone too.

you didn't even want to come. as much as you enjoyed your time at aoba johsai, there were some memories you would rather not relive. but iwaizumi, persistent as ever, convinced you to tag along.

and it was nice, you supposed, to see mattsun and makki again.

but you hadn't realised—and neither did iwa, apparently—that a certain brown-haired individual was here as well.

in iwaizumi's defence, he had thought oikawa was still in argentina.

it's outside the history classroom when your eyes meet a pair of chocolate-brown ones.

the memories come rushing back.

"y/n, i've been accepted in the argentinean volleyball club."

"tooru, that's amazing! when did you find out?"

"last night. but y/n, you do know what this means, right?"

"what do you mean?"

"we can't be together anymore, y/n. i need to focus on my career, and the long distance will just make things harder."

...

"i'm sorry, y/n, i wish it didnt have to end this way—"

you feel as if your heart stops.

there's a lot of yelling at iwaizumi afterward.

"what the hell, iwa? you said he wouldn't be here today!"

mattsun and makki are snickering at iwaizumi's bewildered expression.

"what— he's not supposed to, he's supposed to still be in argentina—ow, stop hitting me!"

iwaizumi sounds sincere enough that you decide to believe him.

you take a deep breath.

"okay, now what do i do? it's not like i have a ride, i took the bus here—mattsun, stop laughing—"

"y/n, it's really not that big of a deal." iwa's voice is calming, allowing you time to breathe—right up until the meaning of his words sink in. but before you can interject angrily, he continues. "just go out there. i'll do my best to distract him, and you can hang out with makki, or something."

"hey." mattsun cuts in. "i'm here too, you know."

and when the four of you laugh, you decide that maybe you can do this.

you can't do this.

it's taking all of your self-control just to not look at him, let alone try and continue conversation with makki. you've lost count of how many times you've glanced over at tooru—and how many times he's met your eyes when you do.

unable to tear your eyes away from him, you decide to walk over to the food table.

you don't miss makki's sympathetic gaze as you walk away.

you're halfway drinking a glass of orange juice when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

"y/n?"

it's only by sheer luck that you don't spill your drink all over yourself.

you turn around.

"oikawa."

and he visibly deflates at the last name. you almost feel bad, but you force the feeling away.

"it's... been a while," he starts, a little hesitantly. like he's unsure about what he's doing. like he's unsure he should even be talking to you.

"it has, hasn't it?"

your voice comes out colder than expected. but you can't help it; you can't help the way conversation is stilted around him now, when it used to be so easy.

he winces.

"listen, y/n, i'm really sorry about high school—"

"oh, you're sorry, are you?" you know you're being unfair, but the hurt is seeping through the cracks now. the cracks that are still there, even after years without seeing him.

"please hear me out, y/n." there's a desperate tone in his voice that makes you falter. "i need you to know that i've never hated myself more than when i left you here in japan."

you're silenced by the intensity in his voice. you're frozen; you don't trust yourself enough to speak, and no matter how hard you fought it, a little bit of you wanted to hear him out.

"i was young, and naïve, and i thought argentina was my best bet in making it big in volleyball, you know? i left because i thought it would be for the best, but i never knew how much it would hurt to leave. i know it's been years, but please, y/n, if there's even a little bit of you that can forgive me, i'll take it. i swear, i've never missed someone as much as i've missed you."

and he bows his head, shoulders shaking slightly, avoiding your gaze.

but the breaking point?

the point when your resolve breaks is when you see tears running down his cheeks.

and suddenly your hatred for him dissipates, just like that.

even after all these years, and you still have a soft spot for him.

when you leave the reunion with a now-unblocked number in your phone, you only have iwaizumi to thank.

[felassan]

Some more DA:TV and related snippets from Sylvia Feketekuty, Part 3. rest of post under a cut due to length and spoilers. [Post One, Post Two]

Ran out of characters or something in post 2. :)

User: "I LOVE the line "a raw, strangling fear, struck somewhere deep past the heart". It's beautiful and it resonates with me since I myself struggle with anxiety. Now for the questions! 1) Can you talk more about the banter between Emmrich and Harding after we start romancing him? What is her motivation behind it? Is she critical of their relationship or is she worried about Emmrich? 2) I love the argument Rook and Emmrich have before Tearstone Island, it gives nice depth to their relationship. But what did Emmrich think he would accomplish with that conversation? Did he want to break up with Rook because he thought it would be easier for him if something happened to Rook? 3) Not a question but I love Hezenkoss. Such a dedicated hater lol. -- Sylvia Feketekuty: "That was one of the first lines where I started to feel I had a handle on his voice in the first draft, so that means a lot to hear. (And thank you for noting the team effort, I got a lot of great feeback from the other writers and the editors on Emmrich. He wouldn't be as good without them.) On to questions: 1) My personal take: I think Harding is worried because she's very perceptively noticed how hard Emmrich's fallen for Rook, and that he's a man of large emotions. (And because they become pretty good friends over the course of the game.) 2) I think Emmrich let his anxieties run away with him, afraid that this romance wasn't, couldn't possibly be the One True Love he so wanted, and that's how his fear expressed itself. (Did he WANT to break up? No, but he was bracing himself in case Rook did think it was only a fling and so on and so forth, they should get it out in the open, and so on.) 3) Thank you! I loved writing her. She will always be a hater until her (un)dying day."" [source, two, three, four, five, six] -- John Epler: "someday we'll get the Hezenkoss/Anaris reluctant team-up the world deserves" [source] -- Sylvia: "Somehow, in the realm of pure imagination, they're already trying to strangle each other." [source] -- User: "Very important question- would Anaris finger gun? (Finger crossbow?)" -- John: "as a man defined primarily by his tremendous insecurities Anaris also takes himself incredibly seriously and unconsciously mirrors Elgar'nan, an elf he both loathes and desperately wishes he were so the real question is, would Elgar'nan finger gun?" [source]

User: "On my 1st run I thought some choices felt like the 'bad' ones and avoided them - Lich Emmerich, Harding's Anger, Qunari Taash etc. But on my 2nd run I was so pleasantly surprised to see that it wasn't the case! None of the companion choices feel right or wrong, just different, and that's fantastic." / Sylvia: "Thanks! We tried to make either choice compelling, to have something for different players either way. So I'm so glad to hear that." [source]

User, on Manfred winning a character award: "Congrats Manfred we knew you had it in you!" / Sylvia: "He did it! My little skeleton pal did it! (Especial thanks to the animators and voice actor, Matt Mercer, because like 90% of his personality lives in those gangly limbs and his hissing)" [source]

User: "I just wanted to say that Emmerich and Josephine are so interesting and well-written" / Sylvia: "I feel very lucky I got to bring them into DA, with teams that went for them 100%." [source]

User: "I enjoyed Emmrich's addendum to the codex about Templars in Nevarra: are they primarily there as backup if something goes profoundly wrong? Would they ever get someone who just wants to help down in the Necropolis, pretty please? (also <3 Vorgoth, they're great)" / Sylvia: ""are they primarily there as backup if something goes profoundly wrong?" That was my own take. You don't NOT want Templars, in case some ritual gets disrupted in an utterly disastrous fashion. But other times...the Mortalitasi flex their clout. "Would they ever get someone who just wants to help down in the Necropolis, pretty please?" Some Watchers might not be immune to flattery. I think a few templars could be all right under some circumstances, but that they'd be assigned a mage. (A bit of a reverse of the southern mage-templar pairs.) "(also <3 Vorgoth, they're great)" Thank you! I was so pumped when I saw the final art for them, everything I'd dreamed. (And their voice actor, Brent Mukai, was amazing.)" [source, two, three]

User: "I wanted to ask you what you think nevarran wedding attire might look like? or if you’ve considered it? asking for science." / Sylvia: "Geeze, that's a good question. I imagine the couple would exchange some custom-made grave gold pieces to mark the occasion, given how important it is in Nevarra. But other than that, you should let your imagination run wild." [source]

User: "Is seeing Josephine as Asexual or part of the Ace Spectrum a valid interpretation of her character?" / Sylvia: "Totally, if that's how you want to see the character and relationship. (My policy is generally that if it's not directly contradicted in the game, you can take that kind of thing as a valid read of the character.)" [source]

Sylvia: "I'll say this (spoiler free): there's a scene in "Walking the Graves" where I felt Emmrich's voice finally click for me on the first draft, so that one's special to me." [source]

User: "I remembered some questions I had about Emmrich.. Can he play any instruments? I always invision him playing a pipe organ or maybe violin! If not, are there any he would like to learn? 😊 Also, I was curious, can he ice skate? out on that frozen Nevarran lake in winter" / Sylvia: "Those are interesting questions. Because they're something I never considered or wrote, there's no real canon there yet. I see Emmrich as more an appreciator of music than a musician, but can't rule it out. As for ice-skating, I'm not even sure we've shown that in Thedas. I think Emmrich would enjoy it though. UPDATE: a friend reminded me about this tidbit from World of Thedas 2: "Ice skating – during the winter in Nevarra, people often skate on the frozen over Minanter river." So it's canon now. Emmrich ice-skates. He instantly manifests a scarf when doing so. (I fall on my sword for forgetting this.)" [source, two, three]

User: "about Josephine: what would her ideal/dream wedding be? I was tickled when I read about that in her letter to her Inquisitor I just have to know" / Sylvia: "what a delightful question in turn! I think she'd want a big, flower-filled, no-holds barred wedding at her family's estate. All her relatives, friends she made in the Inquisition, the Inquisitor's relatives (if they have any/keep in touch.) She'd begin planning 16 months in advance." [source]

Sylvia: "Aw thank you! (On behalf of me, and the rest of the team, so many people worked so hard on our eccentric necromancer man.)" [source]

Sylvia: "The Mourn Watch and Emmrich are a bit eccentric, but I really wanted their reverence for the dead (and the living) to feel genuine." [source]

User: "As someone who himself gets awful pangs about the thought of death and nothingness, it was really refreshing to see a character have those same thoughts as me, especially as he also happens to be a Necromancer who is around death daily." / Sylvia: "You're welcome, and thanks for the kind words. It's a familiar thing for me too, so I really wanted to talk about it. I suspect it's far more common than we might think." [source]

User: "My HOF was a spirit healer, very kind & very curious, & for years I've considered how that special connection to spirits might lend itself to an interest in Thedan necromancy & puzzling out where spirits & souls begin & end. Emmrich, Manfred/Curiosity and the wisps gave me so much to think about!" / Sylvia: "Thank you so much! And that's interesting about your HOF. They may've found some kindred spirits if they ever ventured further north." [source]

User: "No questions other than thank you and the team for Emmrich and Nevarra / The Mourn Watch. Seeing death treated with such kindness, empathy and as beautiful renewal rather than grim end is so refreshing and personal to me, it was a great experience to have!" / Sylvia: "That's one of the things I really wanted to express in Emmrich's arc, so I'm so glad you felt that way." [source]

User: "I feel that my Rook would want to learn more about the Mourn Watch after saving the world." / Sylvia: "Emmrich and the Watchers would love that. Emmrich probably has like, five lectures he could rattle off without preparation for your Rook already, haha." [source]

User: "do you have any favorite tidbits about Audric or Myrna that you can share?" / Sylvia: "As for tidbits, hrm. I did post something on what Audric's up to these days. Nothing surprising, but he's doing well! And I never wrote it in-game, so it lives in the hazy world of "only canon in my head": while Emmrich doesn't come from nobility, Myrna does-the Van Markham branch. She had the finest education, even before the Watchers. She doesn't play it up much, though. Her real passion's her work. And the theater. (I did a small bit about her love of theater here [link or see Post Two]. I think she's a regular attendee.)" [source, two, three]

Sylvia: "I also really wanted to explore more of the Necropolis ever since I first read about it. I'm very lucky the team and I finally got to show everyone the crypts..." [source]

User: "he stories, the worldbuilding, the characters, the locations, I loved it all so much I played my MW Rook twice" / Sylvia: "Nice. The Mourn Watch appreciates your studious interest in the hallowed art of necromancy." [source]

Sylvia: "thank you on behalf of the whole team, as you've surmised there were a lot of people bringing him to life. (Especial props to Nick Borraine, his VA, who's wonderful in the role.)" [source]

Sylvia: "It always makes me happy when people mention the short stories, and glad you enjoyed meeting (and perhaps romancing...) Emmrich." [source]

Sylvia, on Vorgoth: "I'm afraid I deliberately left our cloak-shrouded Watcher a mystery. But I'll say this: I'm sure they'd show your Rook in that picture their art collection, an honor Vorgoth bestows only on those they like or trust." [source]

User: "does the watch have any rules in regards to courtship/marriage between fellow watchers? An does Emmrich lecture at the Necropolis or at the College of Magi in Cumberland?" / Sylvia: "1) I actually got into that a little here [link or see Post Two]. Short story, it's not forbidden for mages within Circles to court or marry, so no particular rules there I think. 2) That is a very good question. Full disclosure, I am answering on the fly with what I think makes most sense. I can see Emmrich doing a bit of both in his younger days. But as he grew older, more specialized in his field, and had more MW responsibilities, he probably worked more out of the Necropolis. (And prefers it anyhow.) By the time DAV starts, it's probably been years since he was in Cumberland." [source, two, three]

User: "Thank you for your moving portrayal of thanatophobia. While most people have some fear of death, it was amazing to see the thanatophobic panic attacks etc portrayed so accurately." / Sylvia: "Thanks - they're not an unfamiliar phenomenon to me, I wanted Emmrich to try to get across that helplessness and wretched terror. (I suspect more people are affected by them than we commonly talk about.)" [source]

User: "whoever decided “DA liches are immortal protectors and not always evil?” Chef’s kiss. It’s all I’ve ever wanted!" / Sylvia: "Thanks again! It was in Emmrich's first draft. The other writers and editors gave me good feeback on lichdom and the philosophy behind it especially" [source]

User: "I wonder, did you prefer writing for either lich Emmrich or mortal? I would imagine it's a bit different." / Sylvia: "I wouldn't say I had a favorite, but it was fun to try to figure out what approach to take in scenes that had split lich/mortal lines. I didn't want Emmrich to be unrecognizable as a lich, but I did want him to occasionally be a little different, slowly absorbing what he'd become. We see him at the start of this new stage of his existence, so I think even by the end of Veilguard he's still just at the very start of adjusting to, and exploring, what he is now. I liked giving him that wonder!" [source, two]

Sylvia: "The Memorial Gardens were the heart of the Necropolis to me, the level artists and level designer and our audio team worked so much magic there. (And the lighting team! First time I saw it properly lit I think I clapped.)" [source]

User: "Also wanted to know if you wrote Josephine’s letter to Inquisitor if romanced?" / Sylvia: "I did write that letter, thanks! It was a joy to return to Josephine, even in a codex sent to her dearest Inquisitor." [source]

Sylvia on where Emmrich sleeps: "As to his sleeping arrangements, I gave a tantalizing (non) answer here [[link] or see [Post Two]]. (Though I think he'd prefer a proper bed, whatever form it takes. Emmrich's too old to be sleeping on cots like a student anymore.)" [source]

Sylvia: "So glad the team and I got to crack open the ancient doors of the Grand Necopolis, I've been curious about it too ever since reading about it eons ago. (And very glad you're liking MW Rook, I really wanted things to feel different when chatting with Emmrich as a Watcher yourself!)" [source]

User: "I enjoyed Johanna IMMENSELY and she is most definitely my favourite villain of all time now, so thank you for her as well!" / Sylvia: "She was a treat to write. (And Hezenkoss would 100% applaud you on your fine judgement and obvious taste.)" [source]

Sylvia on Emmrich's fear: "I'm not unfamiliar with that fear either, and it means a great deal to hear getting to know Emmrich helped you out even a little. (And happy to hear you dug Manfred!)" [source]

Sylvia: "I'm especially glad you liked the battle theme. Our music director instantly got the tone of Emmrich's arc, he and the audio team spun off so many great tracks from that core theme." [source]

User on Emmrich: "He's a brilliant character and everyone involved in his creation should be very proud!" / Sylvia: "There were a lot of people working on him, I was lucky so many people got onboard right away with our professor of necromancy. And I loved writing him chatting with Bellara, the mentor/student relationship was fun to hash out with her writer." [source]

User: "(1/2) Hello Sylvia! Like everyone else, I love Emmrich, but I also wanted to say thank you for your work in DAI. Josie was my first romance in DA and I love her a lot. My question had to do with her codex entry in Veilguard for a romanced Inquisitor: (2/2) Her letter in Veilguard implies she hasn't married yet, 10 years later. Josie is so image-conscious in how she conducts herself, so I was surprised she would put off marriage for that long as the first born noble of her house. Curious what the idea behind it was if you can share." / Sylvia: "Thank you! I'm honored to hear Josepine was your first DA romance. Re: marriage, you're right, that is a big time gap. I basically didn't want to surprise returning players with a marriage that had already happened to their Inquisitor offscreen. I'm sure Josephine has kept busy with world affairs, and so has the Inquisitor, which isn't a bad reason it's taken so long. But I thought it'd be more engaging for players to imagine the proposal, how they'd react, what the wedding would be like, as something good happening to them in the future." [source, two]

User: "I wanted to ask about banter I saw online; why does Taash say Emmrich smells like potash? Isn't that a bad smell, like rotten eggs? He doesn't strike me as a smelly person outside of being around the dead. Maybe Trick would know too" / Trick Weekes: "IIRC, I based it on residual scents that would come from chemicals -- can't remember whether it was what you'd get from working with embalming liquids or something used to style hair. That said, Taash comments on scents non-adaari can't detect, so it's not like he smells bad to normal people." [source] / Sylvia: "Chiming in late, but what Trick said. Taash has an incredible sense of smell, but they're detecting the tiny residuals. (Which is why poor Taash can smell that burial Emmrich helped with, even though he scrubbed down thoroughly afterwards. Gotta keep hygienic!)" [source]

User: "I wish more games had Romances like this, he was just simply perfect. [Emmrich] believably cares for Rook." / Sylvia: "I'm glad that part felt heartfelt, it was one of the cores of his romance for me." [source]

User: "What inspired you to want to go into writing for games? Or just writing in general?" / Sylvia: "I've played games since I was about 5 years old and that's what really did it. I fell in love at once with these cool, weird little worlds you could visit as someone else. As for writing in general, it feels goofy (or ominous) to call it a Calling, but it's just something I've always enjoyed doing. It's also probably what I'm best at, which means I'm unfathomably lucky I ended up at BioWare. I don't think I would've been happy until I was doing game writing somewhere, somehow!" [source, two]

User: "I have two questions about his and Johanna's childhood. 1. How and when did he and her(johanna) meet? 2. What was the story between him and her back then? Sorry if it's too long a question. Thank you! Oh I'm so sorry, how could I forget another important question😭😓 3. How tall do you think he is👀 He's almost as tall as Taash!" / Sylvia: "I have not forgotten the other two questions, I'll get to them later (it's just getting late here) but this one's a little easier. I THINK he's about 6 foot 2 inches without his boots, so about 6 foot 3 with them on. (A character artist would have to confirm or deny if I'm remembering right.)" [source]

Sylvia on her time at BioWare: "So I gt a 5 year award statue that looked like a glass disc, and then we swapped over the to the BioWare Character award statues so I got Wrex as my 10th one. (I think I remember people who'd been around earlier than me with those clocks on their desks!)" [source]

[aek1ra]

Paris | Mark Lee

Pairing boyfriend!mark x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend, Mark, gets the offer of a lifetime but it means moving to Paris. Is this the start of a new future in a new city or where a great romance goes to die in the city of love.

Genre: angst, no warnings I think. Giselle and the rest of the æspa members play a small role.

Word count: 2,458

All stories are the property of © aek1ra, please do not copy, repost or translate without my permission. Thank you for your cooperation.

Friday

“I can’t stay here and be single for you, you’re my best friend why can’t you just be happy for me” you whisper shout at her in the middle of the crowded streets of Manhattan. “I am happy for you, I just don’t want you to regret this decision in the future-” she takes a deep breath and continues “look all I’m saying is that you’ve given up a lot for this relationship and this is one more thing he’s asking you to give up. Moving to Paris isn’t your dream y/n you’re chasing after him.” 

You heard her loud and clear, in fact you knew exactly what she was talking about. As much as you hate to admit you had been thinking the same thing for weeks now but how could you let him go. He was the missing puzzle piece, no he was the image you’re left with after the puzzle is completed. You had everything a girl in her mid twenties could ask for, the apartment in your dream city, the expensive shoes, the dream job and the dream boy. or at least you thought. No, you did and besides you’re not giving up your dream you’re simply moving it across an ocean. Yes, they have nice apartments in Paris, expensive shoes and people read magazines everywhere. It would take some time to find a job and some friends but once you got settled things would be the same, right? 

“I heard you, now let's drop this conversation I already quit my job and besides we leave tomorrow” you retort, taking a sip of your coffee hoping the warm beverage will help the lies come out smoother. She doesn’t say anything for a moment in fact you forget she’s even there. 1 beat 2 beats. “You weren’t even going to say goodbye to us? You can quit your job, throw away your shoes, hell even your hopes and dreams for some boy, but are we, am I that disposable to you.” pause “Actually you know what never mind, forget I said anything. Have a nice life y/n” 

3 beats, 4 beats. And with that you were left in the silence again except this time she really was gone. 

You walk into your shared apartment anxiously toying with your keys, the previous conversation replaying in your mind. 

“Baby your home, can you help me with the-” he stops mid-sentence seeing the tears well up in your eyes. 

“Hey what’s wrong? Things didn’t go well with Aeri, I take it?” you nod finally letting the tears you’d been holding all night cascade down your face. Mark is quick to pull into his chest, one arm around your waist pulling you in close, rubbing circles on your back. “She hates me. I don’t know why she can’t see things from my point of view. Everyone but her is happy for us, she’s my best friend and her opinion means the world to me. I mean she was my best friend.” you say in between sobs. 

He continues to listen as you drone on about her not understanding your feelings under the soft glow of the fluorescent lights. 

You were going to tell them, you did plan on saying goodbye but everything happened so fast. Mark had gotten offered the deal of a lifetime last week and asked you to move with him. Although it was sudden you couldn’t imagine your life without him. And with the long list of things you had to get done before the move like; putting the apartment up for sale, handing in your notice at work, packing, passports, visas,  you simply forgot to deliver the good news to your family and friends. 

When you called your parents this morning they expressed their excitement seeing you going on this adventure, truthfully they were just happy you’re happy, they know just how much you and Mark love each other. The other girls, Jimin, Minjeong and Yizhuo were all happy for you even if you knew deep down they had the same reservations as Aeri. She was the only person who didn’t seem to understand, or the only one not cowardly enough to say it out loud. She’ll come around eventually, right? 

After 15 minutes of effectively soaking your boyfriend's t-shirt he breaks the silence “come on” he starts as he cups your face softly in his hands wiping the last of the tears away, “let's get you to bed, we still have a few things to do before our flight tomorrow”. And with that you let him lead you to the bedroom thoughts of your friendship pushed to the back of your mind as the excitement and slight anxiety takes over. 

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Sunday morning, First day in Paris

Before you knew it you were in Paris, standing in the lobby of the infamous Ritz Carlton. The company had booked a 5 night stay for you both while the deal was being finalised. Mark went off to get your room key while you stood admiring the crystal chandelier hanging above you. It was mesmerising, dazzling, the main star, the sun, the other lights danced around. He was standing at the front desk a few steps away, the lights above him creating a spotlight on him. There he was, your crystal chandelier, your sun and you were his earth quietly, forever orbiting around him. 

“Hey” his voice snaps you out of your haze, “let’s head up stairs yeah” he takes your hand in his, the sound of hurried footsteps and soft giggles are all that's left as you both disappear into the elevator.

Ding!

You come to a stop on the top floor, the Imperial suite. The view up here was stunning. Breathtaking. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, every morning you would be waking up to two of the most beautiful views, the Eiffel tower and your boyfriend. 

Thump. There it was, that feeling again, you had been feeling this pang in your heart, a sort of longing like something was missing. If you were being honest you had been feeling this since your talk with Aeri yesterday, more specifically after she left standing alone outside your apartment. 

The faint sound of a phone ringing pulls you out of your thoughts, you watch your boyfriend talk to someone on the phone, probably his manager. 

 “Right now?”

“No, that's fine I’ll be there. Can you give me 20 minutes? I'll shower and meet you at the studio.” he hangs up the phone making his way towards you. He stands in front of you staring in your eyes, “I’m so sorry I know we said we would spend the day together before I got too busy. But I promise you I’ll be back before 7, we’re still on for dinner right beautiful?” 

Mhm. You hum in response planting a quick peck on his lips “don’t worry about me I’ll go shopping for our date tonight.” 

To be quite honest you were upset it hadn’t even been 24 hours and he was already too busy for you. Who were you kidding, did you really think it would be different, Manhattan to Paris the only change was your address. Maybe he just had no more room in his life for you. No, it sounded urgent, probably something with the contract, a typo or something. You’re a big girl, you can spend the day alone in the hotel room, or better yet go out and buy yourself a new dress for dinner tonight. 

“Besides I think I’ll go out and check out the stores around the area” he gives you one last squeeze before letting go and making his way into the shower. 

Tshhh

The sound of the shower water interrupts the quiet of the room, wishing the water could just wash away all your worries.

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Saturday night  

Standing in front of the mirror admiring yourself in the strapless Versace dress you purchased earlier on. The sneaking suspicion that Mark wasn’t going to make it home starts to creep up on you. He was always doing that, making plans with you and cancelling at the last minute, sometimes not even showing up and forgetting to call. You know how important his work is to him and how crazy his schedule can get sometimes. At the start of your relationship he made a point to always let you know if he was going to be late, sending flowers on the days he misses a date. But as time went on the flowers and calls started to slow down eventually coming to a stop. I mean you knew he didn’t mean to, you didn’t need gifts to know that he never meant to forget you, he never meant to keep you waiting. 

The clock finally strikes seven and you’re sitting on the small couch at the end of the hallway, opposite the front door. Dazedly staring at the front door willing it to open, like a puppy waiting for its owner to return. Seven o’clock becomes eight, eight becomes nine, eventually it's Ten and you tire of waiting around so you decide to head to bed. 

It’s a quarter to Midnight when Mark returns, you spent the past thirty minutes tossing and turning, head full of questions, where could he be, was he alone, was he even thinking about you. He walks into the room, no he stumbles in knocking over a few perfume bottles that were on the dresser. You feign sleep, you're suddenly hit with the smell of alcohol. The bed dips next to you and soon enough you feel this lips on your cheeks, a quick bittersweet lingering kiss. The smell of alcohol is so overpowering you start to get dizzy. You feel a new emotion, not hurt, not disappointment, not hurt, but for the first time ever you were angry at him. While you were worried sick that he could’ve been somewhere out there lost in this foreign country where neither of you speak the language, or worse out dead in a ditch somewhere he was out drinking. Mark could be careless, inattentive, forgetful whatever you want to call it but never was he stupid. 

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Monday morning 

The sun rose at 7 this morning, you hadn’t slept at all last night, thoughts of what your future would look like if you decided to live here with him. Mark starts to stir in his sleep, finally waking up. He wraps his  arms around your waist, pulling you towards his chest murmuring a quick  “good morning beautiful”. When you don’t respond he shifts slightly, lifting his head off the bed to get a good look at your face. 

“Baby, hey I’m sorry time just got away from me-” he starts, but you think it's pointless listening to the same speech you’ve heard all these nights before. Mark was the best boyfriend a girl could ask for, that is when he’s not too consumed by his work. You see for him everything else would always come second to his love for music, and maybe one day you would be strong enough to handle that truth. 

“Don’t worry about it. I forgot myself” you interrupt him before he can finish, “You have to get going, you’re going to be late for your important meeting.” you say albeit a bit too venomously for your liking, quickly sliding out of the bed and opting to sit by the window. 

“y/n” he starts but decides against it, instead deciding to give you your space. 

At 8:30am you hear the door to your room close signalling Mark has left for the day. You guys barely spoke to each other at breakfast, a silent dance of tension. Every few minutes you’d shoot him a soft smile in an attempt to show him you’re not mad, or in an attempt to lie to yourself. 

You had planned on going to see the cute cafes today while Mark was at his meeting, but after the events of last night you decide to stay in and wallow in self pity. Plus you have to console yourself before the dinner tonight with some music company executive that Mark kept droning on and on about on the flight over. You know this dinner is super important for his deal and no argument between the two will get in the way of that. So you swallow your hurt and anger, and decide to waste your time watching some random French drama. 

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Monday night 

At exactly 7pm Mark walks int through the front door. Of course he’s always 

The happy couple, you walk hand in hand into the restaurant. Mark’s manager greets you guys at the door, ushering you both to join the rest of the party inside.

 “Mark, I want you to meet Mr. Devon” his manager announces pushing Mark towards the older gentlemen. 

As he let go of your hand for what felt like the millionth time, your picture perfect dream was starting to crumble all around you. All the painful memories, all the nights he left you waiting around for him, all the times he put his work, friends, colleagues before you, all the broken promises and forgotten dates.. Yes, forgotten, like you had forgotten your friends like they were something to check off a to-do list. But at the end of the day, you couldn’t blame him, not really, no. Mark, he was only chasing after what was important to him, and that wasn’t you, not anymore.

With your head hung low, you quietly make your way to your seat. 

Once Mark is done making the rounds saying his hellos, he takes his seat next to you, intertwining his fingers with yours. And as you stare aimlessly down at your interlocked fingers, you catch a glimpse of the classouses on his hands from hours and hours of strumming his guitar mindlessly while writing lyrics. It then becomes painfully obvious to you, you don’t belong here, at least not with him, not now, it was time for you to let go, let him run as fast and far as he can, chasing after his dreams. Slowly removing your hand from his you plant a soft kiss on his cheek letting your lips linger for a second before you whisper your last words of the night to him  “I love you, I’m sorry for doing this to you tonight but I wish you the best Mark”. You walk out of the restaurant refusing to look back, too afraid that one look into his beautiful tear filled irises would make you crumble on the spot. 

Au revoir mon amour, if the universe wills it surely we’ll meet again. 

(Note: Hi 👋🏽 if you’ve made it this far thank you so much for reading for first ever fic. I started writing this based on Carrie & Miranda’s argument and then just let the story take me where ever. I’m thinking of maybe giving it a part 2, what do you think?)

[russellsppttemplates]

Can we please have more dad George I miss him soo much like literally anything 🥺😭

Note: I'm working on a big piece for him, but in the mean time, here's a blurb!

Cw: reader's pregnant

"Mummy called me and said she was going to take a little bit longer today, so how about we cook for her?", George suggested once he got off the phone, "sure, daddy!", Arthur said, "I'm going to get Olivia to join us!", he said excitedly, running up to his sister's room to tell her the plans.

George laid out all of the ingredients they needed for the recipe and helped the kids put on their aprons, "daddy, whenever I cook with mummy she always tells us what to do. Do you know what to do?", Olivia wondered, looking up at him as she moved the bowls around, "of course I do, darling! Me and Arthur have cooked a couple of times before, haven't we buddy?", he asked your son, earning his nod. Since you liked to cook, it wasn't one of the chores around the house you and George shared, opting to share others instead.

"Can you keep stirring, Liv?", he asked your daughter, "me and Arthur will get started on measuring the milk and cracking the eggs - careful, buddy", he said as Arthur grabbed the milk carton.

"Daddy?", Olivia called, "this is getting yellow, like, golden? I think that's what mummy calls it", she said as George took a peak at the pot, "okay, it's ready for the rice", he mentioned, Arthur helping out his sister in adding the grains, "Good job, guys!", George complimented, kissing the top of their heads as he wiped his hands on the towell.

"Mummy told me yesterday that she really wanted to have this pie", Arthur mumbled as he looked at it cooking in the oven, making sure it would be just like how you liked it.

"It's why we are making it, right? She told daddy she has been craving it for a few days, I heard her", Olivia nudged as George grabbed the plates and cutlery to take to the table, "yes! Mummy has been waiting to make this for a bit, but she hasn't had the time - and we all know how much she hates asking got help - so I decided we were going to surprise her", George explained, nodding his head to the dining room so they could help him with the table.

"I did help her yesterday!", Arthur chirped in, "she wanted to pick something off the floor, but her baby bump - she couldn't do it, she was like those jelly pots we have for snacks, all wiggly trying to do it- so I helped her", he exemplified as George tried his best not ot laugh at the creative, yet accurate, description. "You did well, buddy. She will hardly ask for help, but it's always good to help her whenever you can", George noted.

When you finally got home, you left your shoes by the door just in time for Olivia to come give you a hug, "Hi, mummy! How was your day? Daddy and Arthur are in the dining room with Winston and Maya", she said as she pulled your hand, mindful that you were walking a little bit slower than usual.

"Mummy!", Arthur yelled as he hugged your legs, pressing his lips to your clothed bump, "how is the baby?", he asked, "he's good, been kicking a lot today actually", you smiled, kissing your son's cheek and then his sister's before moving up to your husband, "is my nose deceiving me or have you made my craving?", you moaned in his ear, "you've been busy, and me and the kids wanted to treat you", he smiled, kissing your lips before getting everyone to sit at the table, Maya and Winston sitting by your feet.

"I was a bit doubtful at first, but this is good, daddy!", Olivia complimented, "thanks? I guess", your husband chuckled as he served himself some of the salad, "I think we make a great team, not as good as mummy, but pretty close", Arthur added as he ate a fork full of the meal.

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[mystycalypso]

Now since he is autistic in this au too. I am very curious what his hyperfixations/special interest are. Like for Venomous it is definitely octopuses i think. Lazer tho, that has me curious, and does he do any stims? I am so curious and would like to see how happy and unmasked he gets, please do so whenever you can.

He, like his son, is VERY interested in heroism. When he first met Dr. Greyman he practically threw the poor alien around while shaking his hand. This has also led him to collect pow cards, as a way to keep up with various heroes big and small.

Asking him about an obscure phase in a heros life, or their arch nemesis will quickly get him to infodump about their backstory, various costumes, etc

As an adult, he's become a lot more- relaxed on keeping perfectly up to date with everything. Though not to say he doesn't keep an ear out for changes in the hero-sphere. And he still collects pow cards too, often reminding K.O. that every hero is someone's hero. After all, even level zeros have to do something to get a card.

He's also used this to help make himself more interested in his job. Learning how to do different fighting styles and techniques beyond his usual brawler moves, not only helping him stay well-off in battle but allowing him to help other heroes train properly.

Typically when he's unmasked, he has a very neutral face, only really looking visibly extra ot excited when he's talking about his hyperfixations. Meaning he's usually pretty excited at the dojo, before flopping face first onto the couch as soon as he gets home.

He's always had a good collection of stims, some more situational than others

He'll pick at and mess with his gloves whenever, but especially when he's nervous. Enjoys rolling the stick of his suckers as a little fidget, especially between his tooth gap. He likes feeling his hair move and will randomly flip his bangs around just to do so in what Silverspark used to call his "Model moments", and finally whenever checking out of a conversation, either physically because it ended, or emotionally, or just because he finds it too awkward, he'll start backing away, click his tongue (thing the noise he makes to foxtail in Let's get shadowy as they leave) and give a two-fingered salute, usually half raised, but closer to his actual forehead depending on the situation.

And don't worry, Taser has some as well!

Aside from a more angsty version of Laser's model moments that he mainly does when he's bored/annoyed with someone, he likes poking and prodding at his spikes for tiny controlled pains, finding the sensation nice, especially with the cold metal of them, and when he's stressed, angry or anxious, he'll rub or touch or just generally mess with his cuffs.

Also, this isn't a stim, but he is the type to pick his nose and flick the result at you if he's really tired of you, then laugh as you freak out in disgust.

[asher-agere]

Ooh Ashh i dreamed about little dazai and cg oda /gen. Now i can't stop thinking about them...

Also i woke up inspired? Maybe i'll try to continue writing my fic :>

Recently i've been thinking about creating a blog more personal to me, tho i'd only use it when using the computer, for some reasons. Then i'd feel comfortable not being on anon all the time hahahha (im shy and anxious all the time </3) what do ya think? I have sooo many headcannons about bsd, i think the blog would be just for them...

Love ya! -🦭

(Talking about anon stuff, if this isn't in anon mode, please ignore it... i say this because recently i had an ask of mine answered (not from you!) and it wasn't on anon mode and ot kinda freaked me out a bit hahahah)

I’VE BEEN WANTING TO RESPOND TO THIS ONE FOR SO LONG. FOR SO MANY REASONS? For starters baby Dazai and caregiver Odasaku is one of my favorites. They’re one of the few cases I actually view as a solid parental bond rather than the caregiver just being a vague role. Plus you should absolutely make a personal blog! Cause that means I can support you and interact with you more! Plus we always need more BSD agere content. Also an ask not in anon mode must’ve been so scary… Hopefully nothing bad came from it? (That’s also another reason supporting personal blog :^)

Little Dazai + Caregiver Odasaku

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₊ ⊹ These two have known each other since Dazai was 14, Odasaku has seen first hand that Dazai was forced to grow up way too fast. And well. He’s always had a soft spot for kids. Dazai is no different. Dazai regresses to 2-5, which is just a bit younger than the orphans Odasaku takes care of! I don’t remember exactly what age he took the orphans in at but surely he dealt with them when they were at least somewhat in that age range, so he’d got experience! With Dazai’s age range specifically! This makes him even better at taking care of Dazai!

₊ ⊹ Odasaku is a writer! You know what that means? All the bedtime stories ever! He writes his own bedtime stories to read to Dazai, he’ll turn Dazai’s babbling tales into a story, Dazai can even help him write! A lot of the time Dazai just wants to hear his caregivers voice, he doesn’t care what’s being said, so Odasaku will just talk about some writing ideas he’s had! Dazai is happy to supply his ideas! Odasaku tones them down a bit of course, and doesn’t always use them (Cats with laser eyes don’t really fit into a story about pirates… But maybe a pirate ship can have a cat aboard)

₊ ⊹ I think Odasaku has tried before to let Dazai play with his orphans, he thought it would be a good idea! But… Dazai gets overwhelmed really easily, especially while he’s regressed. Not to mention jealousy and all those other yucky emotions! Odasaku is his. Just his. Plus what if these kids think he’s weird? They wouldn’t of course, Odasaku didn’t raise them to be judgmental. But still… And he’ll lash out with bites or hitting if he gets to overwhelmed! Needless to say that’s a play date that only happens once

₊ ⊹ Lashing out is a common thing with Dazai. Most babies have the instinctive reaction to cry when things go wrong, Dazai learned very young that crying doesn’t help you. Fighting does. He feels bad after of course! He never wants to hurt Odasaku! But Odasaku reassures him that it’s ok! He never uses a harsh tone, always just gently reminds Dazai “We don’t hurt” If Dazai is so overwhelmed he won’t listen to reason though a swaddle is the solution! Wrap him up nice and tight in a blanket so he can’t move much, a pacifier in his mouth so he can’t bite or scream, then they stay like that until Dazai wears himself out! He never got a chance to show his true emotions. So if a tantrum is how he chooses to express those emotions of course Odasaku allows him to get it all out

₊ ⊹ Nicknames!! Odasaku uses the sweetest pet names for his baby, and everything sounds so poetic when he says it! “Sweetheart” is definitely a big one, but he can’t be to sweet with pet names or Dazai gets defensive, so he’ll also use more casual ones like “Buddy”! There’s also “Little One” but that has to be used carefully! Only when Dazai is right on the edge of regressing, usually when he’s a little worn out and less likely to fight it. And then of course! What does Dazai call Odasaku? I view them as a father son relationship because. Even regression aside I view them that way. Regression just makes it feel even cozier. So I think Dazai calls him “Da”. He’s trying to say “Oda” But to many syllables… Odasaku points out that it sounds like “Dada” and Dazai denies it if course! But… That’s his “Da” he stops even trying to say “Oda”

₊ ⊹ I think that when Dazai’s in more of a toddler headspace they play a lot of card games! It’s very nostalgic for them considering they played a lot of card games when they first met. Like a lot a lot. It was how they bonded! Of course Dazai always calls Odasaku out on cheating, in response Odasaku calls out Dazai’s clumsy attempts at hiding cards up his sleeve. Dazai of course denies this, and Odasaku denies his own cheating. This usually leads to Dazai pouting, but nothing on tantrum level! Just upset he isn’t getting his way. Odasaku tried betting with candy before but the Dazai takes it to serious and it does ends in a tantrum

₊ ⊹ Dazai is weird with food, he’s noted to be underweight, especially in Mafia Era (The only time Odasaku was alive) Baby Dazai only drinks milk or formula. No solid foods. He’s a baby through and through. However toddler Dazai plays a silly game with Odasaku! He requests specific ways for all his food to be poisoned and Odasaku says he does it! For example if Dazai requests a poisonous flower, Odasaku takes a harmless flower and puts it in the dish in front of Dazai! Odasaku has to make his own food separate though to keep up the illusion. Dazai refuses to let Odasaku eat the ‘poisoned’ food

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This was supposed to be up way earlier, but where I live there’s no power. Anywhere- On the entire island- So that’s fun. So posting might be slow the next couple of days. But I finished this while my parents were using the generator! So yay! Also I keep bring inbox notifications but then there’s nothing there… Kinda weirded out

[greenleaf4stuff]

Of Convenience – Epilogue (Part 11.2)

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience")

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage AU, 11th snippet / epilogue, part 2. Adar and Celebrimbor consummate their marriage, aka, make love to one another.

Here be smut! This is at least M rated people. Please mind the rating!

This is it, the Good Stuff(TM)! Again, this is smut, but there is also a lot of fluff and sappiness mixed in here. It's also the final bit for the 'main story' of this AU – though, who knows, maybe I’ll pick it up again for some interludes or some glimpses into everyday married life for those two in the future, though likely at a much slower pace than this one. Thank you, again, to everyone who has joined me on this journey. I appreciate all of you and your support means the world to me. (And also, hopefully, I’ll see you guys in the notes for any future fics of those two I might write. Because I still have a couple ideas and WIPs to work on.) Enjoy, and once again, Thank You! <3 <3 <3

Once they had separated again, Adar appeared much more confident. He used only his right hand as he reached down, grabbed the hem of his tunic, and then began to pull it over his head.

As his long hair began to tangle in the garment, Celebrimbor reached forward and helped him out of it. Like his own tunic and Adar’s armor, they let it drop to the ground, forgotten.

The uruk’s chest was littered with scars as well; burn marks and the remains of old wounds that the elf could not identify. Perhaps, Adar would be willing to tell him about each of them one day.

"You are beautiful," escaped the smith without his permission, but he couldn’t regret the words. Even as Adar stared incredulously at him. "I mean it. I look at you and see beauty."

Celebrimbor wanted to make himself clear. "Maybe not in the typical elven way, but I can see you have survived great strain and terrible hardship. I do not mind the scars. They are a part of you, and I love you."

He knew he was being awfully emotional about all this, but- he had to speak these words. He didn’t want to leave any doubt about what he felt for the other, or how he saw him.

The uruk closed his arms around the elf and brought the two of them together in another embrace. He kissed Celebrimbor’s temple, his cheek, his jaw, and then whispered against his lips. "It has been a very long time since I have been called ‘beautiful‘. And even longer, still, since I believed it. But I believe you."

A pause, a breath. "How have I gotten so lucky? The most decent, the most kindhearted of all elves, and I get to call you my own. You, the one who was willing to see me and my children as more than just Morgoth’s creations."

"You are more than Morgoth’s creation," Celebrimbor said with conviction. "And if you have gotten lucky, so have I."

He dared Adar to disagree with his words by frowning just the slightest bit, until the uruk laughed and pulled him close again. They kissed once more. As Adar let his hands roam, so did Celebrimbor.

Adar’s body certainly was not like an elf’s, but this was not a detriment in the smith’s opinion. He enjoyed letting his hands move over the scars, felt shapes beneath his fingertips whose textures felt new and unique and exciting to him.

Likewise, his husband seemed unable to let his own hands rest either; they moved over the expanse of Celebrimbor’s back and between his shoulder blades, to his arms, up to his neck and then down to his pecs, which the uruk squeezed. The elf gasped into their kiss as a result, and when Adar made to draw back, he caught the uruk's fingers to press them onto his chest again and moaned into the other’s mouth at the resulting pressure.

They soon shed the rest of their clothing, stepping out of their shoes and boots as well as their breeches. Adar’s mouth wandered from Celebrimbor’s mouth to his jaw, his ear, and then his neck.

He was soft with his kisses, mindful of the bruising, until the elf drew his head closer with his hand and groaned as the other sucked his own bruise into the hollow of his throat. 

Celebrimbor didn’t care in the least whether or not someone else would see it, come morning.

Moving against one another sent sparks through the elf’s body now that they were completely bare, and he felt heat rise up his body when he felt how aroused Adar was already.

The uruk grabbed his behind and drew them against each other fully. Both groaned at the contact.

"Celebrimbor-" Adar began. He already sounded breathless.

"Tyelpe," the smith replied, quickly, before Adar could finish his sentence. At the other’s questioning look, Celebrimbor drew him forward and kissed him, before he repeated. "Call me Tyelpe. It’s short for-"

"Telperinquar," Adar finished. He sounded reverent as he said it. Celebrimbor felt himself shiver at the sound of his name on Adar’s tongue. He nodded to confirm it.

"...Tyelpe," Adar repeated the name as if tasting it. In turn, Celebrimbor moved forward as if to lick it out of his mouth. The kiss left them both breathless and flushed.

"...let us move over to your bed," the uruk suggested, quietly, and the elf let himself be walked over without hesitation. Instead, he tried to catch Adar’s lips again. It was like he had gotten addicted to them – their warmth, their softness, the pressure. He couldn’t stop seeking them out.

The uruk was careful as he helped his husband lay down and then moved on top of him. He caught Celebrimbor’s eye as he kept himself suspended above the elf, and only laid down when Celebrimbor stretched out his arms and beckoned him to do so.

Soon, they were moving against one other, rubbing skin against skin as they kissed, hands restless on each other’s bodies.

"What do you want to do?" Adar asked, once they managed to break their kiss for a moment. A fine strand of spit hung between their mouths and neither of them was willing to move far away from the other.

"Whatever you want to do," Celebrimbor replied. To make himself perfectly clear, he untangled his legs from Adar’s and loosely wrapped them around the uruk’s hips, who groaned deeply and thrust down against the elf in response. "If you’d let me, I’d want all of you."

His hips moved up into Adar’s thrusts all of their own. Both of them moaned at the feeling of them sliding against one another.

They could barely control themselves, and Adar eventually had to use his hand to grab Celebrimbor’s hip and pin it to the bed – though gently – so they would not finish too soon.

"Do you have any oil?" He sounded hopeful, even if he looked a bit skeptical.

His expression changed to one of surprise when Celebrimbor reached across and over the side of the bed, only to produce a small bottle, which he pressed into Adar’s hand. The smith felt rather proud of himself in that moment.

The uruk raised his eyebrows. "Do you always happen to have some spare oil nearby, or…" He suddenly narrowed his eyes, though it was clearly playful. "Did you hope this would happen?"

The elf grew just the slightest bit sheepish and fluttered his eyelashes at the uruk. "What can I say? If the the last two days have taught me anything, it is to always be prepared – and not let anything go to waste by holding back."

Adar looked at Celebrimbor with wide eyes for a moment, and then he smirked and shook his head, before he gave his husband another peck on the lips. "My dear, you are full of surprises. I hadn’t expected that you’d be quite so bold in this."

A pause. "I think I like it."

The uruk was careful as he prepared his husband; he took the time to warm the oil, helped Celebrimbor place a pillow underneath his hips and placed one of the smith’s legs over his shoulder. Before he touched the elf, he kissed the side of his knee and leant over him to have a good look at his face.

"Are you still certain?"

The smith smiled brightly at the question, and nodded. "Yes," he took a shuddering breath. "A bit nervous though, I’ll admit. I haven’t done this in a long time."

The uruk leant down to press his lips to Celebrimbor’s forehead, then kissed him deeply. "Me neither. I promise I’ll go slow."

The elf nodded, and held onto the side of the uruk’s face and his upper arm. "I know."

And indeed, Adar took his time. Not only did he stretch his husband, but he also stroked him as he knelt before the elf, twin sensations that kept Celebrimbor relaxed and in a state of near perpetual pleasure.

The elf languished in his position and how it allowed him to watch his husband while the other worked. There was a look of concentration on Adar’s face while he alternated between focusing on his tasks and Celebrimbor’s face, as if to make sure the other was truly enjoying this.

Celebrimbor smiled and made no attempt to hide his reactions; he looked at Adar with hooded eyelids and his mouth half-open, spilling sighs and gasps whenever the other touched him in a particularly pleasant way.

He could tell the uruk was slowly but surely becoming more impatient, though he was good at hiding it. He hadn’t once touched himself, so Celebrimbor stretched out a hand and tried to motion the other to come closer, "Let me do something for you, too."

Adar smiled gently, and used one hand to stroke the space between Celebrimbor’s leg and his lower stomach for a bit. "You don’t have to do anything but lie back. I’ll take care of you tonight."

"Next time, then," the elf insisted cheekily, and then moaned and arched his back when Adar found that sensitive spot inside him.

Whether Celebrimbor’s reaction had been the final straw to entice his husband, or whether he simply deemed him ready, the elf would never know, but Adar soon finished his preparations and began to arrange the elf’s body to his liking.

Legs wrapped high around Adar’s upper body, ankles crossed at the back, the elf let his lower body be hoisted up by an arm around his hip while Adar reached down to line himself up to Celebrimbor’s entrance.

The elf cupped his husband’s cheeks once more, stroking gentle fingers along the scars there. Their faces were so very close. Adar’s eyes were almost black with how dilated his pupils were by that point. He was a sight to behold, with sweat beading on his forehead and strands of his hair stuck to his skin.

And yet, his expression remained so gentle, so attentive.

"May I?" the uruk asked. Celebrimbor nodded, not quite sure if he’d be able to manage any words.

They both sighed and pressed close when Adar began to sink into Celebrimbor’s body. This was not just warmth, but heat that spread through him now.

There was no pain, only a stretch that felt wonderfully intimate, and Adar who seemed to fight his own pleasure to keep his eyes on Celebrimbor, to make sure he was alright.

Trembling with how good he felt, the smith let himself spill whatever words came to him. "You feel wonderful," he said. It was true. "You’re being so gentle with me, so careful, nobody has touched me with such reverence."

"I wish you could see yourself right now. I could look upon you all day. Want to-" his breath hitched and he moaned once more as Adar finally sank in to the hilt and crowded close, rubbing their noses against each other as the uruk tried to catch his breath. "Want to sketch you like this, so you can see how radiant you are-"

With a loud groan, the uruk brought their lips together. The kiss was deeper, more urgent now, it almost felt as if he wanted to drink Celebrimbor down. He wrapped his hands around the elf’s shoulders and behind is head.

They both were breathless when they broke apart.

"Can I-?"

"Yes, please, move-" Adar laughed, very softly, at Celebrimbor’s eagerness, and pecked his lips before he began to follow his husband’s request.

The friction felt downright otherworldly, and the pleasure was only heightened because the elf got to experience his husband’s as well. They moved with each other and quickly found a rhythm that worked for them as they slowly built up the pace.

Still, Adar seemed to hold back. "I’m alright, I feel good- you can let go. I want you to. Please," the elf coaxed the other. It was clear the uruk was enjoying this, with the way every other breath turned into a deep groan and how he couldn’t quite keep his eyes open.

Adar needed a moment to find his words, and moaned when he found a good angle on his next thrust before he answered. "I’m- quite strong-"

"I know," Celebrimbor remembered Adar’s battle prowess. He curled himself up and brought their foreheads together as he clenched down onto the uruk. "I want to feel it. I don’t care about bruising – you won’t hurt me. I know you won’t. I trust you."

This time, it didn’t take long to convince the other, and the smith soon held onto Adar with all his limbs and pressed his face into his neck as his voice rose in pleasure.

Adar hadn’t lied when he said he was strong; the way he snapped his hips down now was intense, but good. He managed to hit every single sensitive spot Celebrimbor had and still, nothing he did hurt, there was only pressure, and bliss.

"It’s good, it’s so good-" the elf reassured the other, encouraged him. "Please, don’t stop-"

They both were reaching for their completion now, desperate in how they scrambled against one another. Celebrimbor smeared spit onto Adar’s cheek as he attempted to speak, could feel the groans – no, growls – the uruk let out against the junction of his neck and shoulder, the way he mouthed at the skin.

"I’m close-" Adar warned through clenched teeth, before he brought his and Celebrimbor’s eyes into alignment again, both their hands around one another’s shoulders and on their cheeks now. "You feel so good, I’m so close-"

"I am too," Celebrimbor replied, breathless, eager, near overcome. "Please, you can-"

"Come for me," Adar asked him instead, and the elf was powerless to do anything but comply with a long moan of Adar’s name. Judging by the way Adar thrust down with all his strength and then shouted, loudly, he was quick to follow.

They were both shaking as pleasure washed over them, their hands slipped on sweat-covered skin, but then renewed their grip and held onto one another.

Celebrimbor couldn’t speak for himself, but Adar was quite the sight. His face was completely open now, and there was no strain, only the euphoria of release and underneath, the love he held for his husband, clear as day.

What a gift, the elf thought, that he got to see the other so unguarded and so content. Would get to see him like this, again and again.

The two husbands collapsed onto the bed in the aftermath. Adar was pressing Celebrimbor into the bed with his own weight, whereas the elf cushioned the uruk’s body with his own. Their grip on one another loosened as they caught their breath, but they did not fully let each other go.

Celebrimbor continued to rest his legs over his husband’s back and stroked fingers up and down between his shoulder blades. When Adar shivered and grew restless at the light touches, the elf moved his fingers into Adar’s hair instead, slowly carding through the soft strands and scratching his scalp.

Adar, too, seemed unwilling to move. His head was tucked under Celebrimbor’s chin where his breath fanned out over the elf’s collarbones. His right hand stroked a thumb up and down Celebrimbor’s hip, whereas his left one – the one usually in his gauntlet – sought of Celebrimbor’s free hand and linked their fingers together.

It was the elf who brought their hands to his lips for another kiss. Adar sighed in response, and rubbed in nose into Celebrimbor’s skin when the elf kissed the top of his head next.

They should probably move and get cleaned up, sooner or later, but for now, Celebrimbor just wanted to enjoy this moment.

He smiled, happy and exhausted, when Adar lifted his head. The uruk, too, looked like he’d soon fall asleep. Which was probably a good thing – both of them still needed to recover from the previous weeks.

As Celebrimbor stroked the back of his hand across Adar’s cheek, the other smiled back at him.

"I love you, Tyelpe," he said. Celebrimbor hadn’t ever seen him look more at ease, more happy, than in this moment.

His own resulting smile felt so wide the elf wasn’t sure how it could still fit his own face.

"I love you too, Adar. My husband."

The uruk reached over and brought their lips together once again. "Indeed. My husband."

[tabletopsystem]

Date Night! A JRWI Riptide fanfic.

A short fic where Chip helps Rufus prepare for a night out with his wife. Takes place on a secret extra day between when Chip went to the Dark Port and episode 63.

It's my first time writing fanfic so be nice.

Words: a lot, maybe 4k+? Idk, I wrote it all on Tumblr on my phone and I can't copy paste between paragraphs for some reason so it's hard to check the actual count.

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Chip walked through the rustic door of the Divine Barcanist, a bell chiming as it opened.

"Rufus you here?" He called out to the empty store.

"Oh goo-ood you're here." He heard coming from the room behind the counter, the drawn out sound confirming it was Rufus, "Flip the open sign on the window would ya? We're clo-osed for the night."

Chip turned to flip the sign but saw it was already flipped to "closed".

"What'd you need my help with Rufus?" Chip started walking through the displays of magic items, stopping to marvel at a particularly ornate and slightly glowing scimitar. "It's getting pretty late and I don't know how much I trust that Price can't send more of his goons after my crew, no offense to your wife's work, of course."

"Oh don't wo-o-orry my friend, I've got a tight schedule to keep too," He reassured Chip, "now could you come back here and help an old dog pick out an outfit for his date?"

"Date?" Chip walked into the hallway behind the counter, "Why'd you ask for *my* help getting ready for a date?"

He opened the door into Rufus's bedroom, it was quite big, there was a large bed with purple satin sheets, covered in small orange and brown hairs against the back wall of the room, a large vanity made of mahogany with a gold-framed mirror on one side of it with tons of different kinds of makeup that Chip had never seen before. On the other side was a smaller bedside locker, with an intricately designed lamp made to look like a sakura tree with pink and white petals, a framed picture of the Black Rose's jolly rodger next to it. A large tapestry of a town made of huts on stilts just above the water with different colours flowing through the air which Chip assumed was supposed to represent magic covered an entire wall of the room. Rufus sat on the side of the bed, his face and floppy dog ears drooping as he looked into his open wardrobe where he had two well kept suits, one a deep purple, the other a sleek black. Next to the wardrobe was a bamboo changing screen with the scene of a large island with a cherry blossom tree big enough to cover the whole place under its canopy, raining its leaves down and into the ocean around it.

"Woah!" Chip looked around the room in awe, "You're fuckin loaded!"

"Weellll selling mag-ical objects has it's perks," Rufus said sheepishly, "They're all quite unique and, as a result, *quite* valuable."

"Suddenly I don't feel as bad about the discount you gave me on Ollie's belt." Chip couldn't take his eyes off the tapestry, which he assumed must've taken months if not years to make. "I mean shit man you could probably afford to buy some of the islands we passed through. Why the fuck are you-"

"Chip can we focus on my date please?" Rufus cut him off, "Amber should be home in a few minutes and I'm trying to make su-ure this night is veery special for her."

"Ohhh it's that kinda date huh?" Chip smirked, "Rufus you sly dog."

"Chip it's no-ot like that!" Rufus scolded, "I just want to ma-ake sure that she enjoys the night. She's been working reeally hard recently and it's been stressful for her, especially with the who-ole... situation with Captain Price last night." He let out a deep sigh, "I just want to make sure she has a nice night because it's starting to feel harder and harder to doo-o-o."

Chip looked down at Rufus and saw he was quite tense and his eyebrows were furrowed still looking straight ahead at his two suits. "Hey man, make sure you're enjoying the night too y'know?" He put a hand on his shoulder. "Now, what do you think Amber's gonna be wearing?"

"Well I to-old her to go out early and buy herself something nice while I get re-eady." Rufus explained, "She was wearing her favourite pu-urple dress, it really brings out the colour of her fur, yoou should see her in it, she looks be-e-eautiful." He visibly relaxed while talking about her, and Chip thought to himself how nice it must be to be in love like that.

"Well, if you want to match with her you gotta go with the purple." He started inspecting the suits closer, noticing a faint glitter on the purple one, as well as golden buttons on the cuffs, "but if you really want to give her all the attention you should go with the black so she stands out more."

"When did you-ou learn so much about fashion?" Rufus chuckled a bit as he said it.

"Well you pick up on some things when you make disguises to get into snobbier places than you're supposed to be." Chip sized up both suits and began to suspect they might not fit Rufus anymore, though kept quiet about it. "You definitely made the right choice asking for my help and not Lizzie's though."

"She's never really see-eemed the type for romance, even as a youngster on the Midnight Ro-ose." Rufus smiled, "half of Captain Rose's crew was taking bets on whether the two of you would get together when you got older."

"Ew" Chip interjected. Rufus laughed.

"The half that knew the two of you better was taking bets on whether she'd throw you overboard."

"Yeah that makes more sense." Chip laughed a little too. "Now come on, we haven't got all night here."

"Oh alright," he stopped and thought for another whole minute, "I suppo-o-ose I'll go with the black suit."

He took the suit from the wardrobe and moved behind the screen to change.

Chip sat down on the bed, and then, being uncomfortable in the silence began to chat with Roofus after a few moments, "Y'know Roofus, I've got a wife too." He said, almost surprising himself that he remembered her.

"Oh well that's great Chip," Roofus responded, almost as if he expected it, "It's no surprise a young man like you has found someone already, yo-ou should bring her around to the shop some day." He paused for a moment, "I might see if Amber can make something special as a gift for her."

"Oh, no it's uh, not like that." Chip stuttered out, "I was like, really drunk and don't even remember the wedding." He felt embarrassed admitting it to Roofus. "And like, I didn't really like her like that, but she really liked me, and Gillion officiated the wedding with some weird Undersea stuff so we couldn't just break up so I kept trying to fake my death cuz like, "'til death do us part" and all that, but she kept saving me and this one time she like, caught me as I was falling and it made me realise how strong she was and I can't really tell if I started getting feelings for her or if it was just nice to be held but I didn't really wanna think about it cuz we were already planning four other ways to fake my death and I was starting to have fun with it so I just pushed down the feelings like I do with everything else until we were leaving the island-"

"Chip I'm gonna need you to slow-ow down there because I didn't get a word of what you just said." Roofus cut him off, "What's her name?"

Chip took a breath, "Amanda Rinn."

"And what's she like?"

"I honestly don't really know?" He thought about it for a second. "I mean I spent most of the time I knew her just avoiding her and uh, trying to die in front of her."

"Well that's just a shame." He sighed, "You married this lovely woman who-o saved your life and you don't even kno-ow why you fell in love with her."

"Woah I wouldn't say I fell in love with her, we just got drunk, like, black-out drunk." Chip couldn't stop feeling more and more embarrassed, "She probably doesn't even like me that much anymore."

"Well from what I'm hearing, she kept saving yo-ou from danger every time you were in it. It takes a loot of courage, and a lot of love for the person you're saving to keep risking your own life like that."

"Well the danger wasn't real!" Chip knew he was running out of excuses, and the ones he did have didn't mean much.

"Do you think she knew-ew that Chip?" Chip could hear the smile in Roofus' voice. "I think at the very least, she deserves to kno-ow how you reeally feel."

"Fine." Chip conceded, frustrated, "I'll write her a fuckin letter or something... Eventually."

"And mayybe when you're writing it you-ou'll accept your own feelings for her too-oo." Roofus chuckled.

"Roofus I don't- I told you it's not like that!" He was getting annoyed now, "I shouldn't have brought it up in the first place."

"Oh alright," Roofus sighed, "Could you give me hand closing up my jacket, it's been a little while and I'm uh, not quite as fit as I u-used to be."

Chip got up and walked behind the screen to see that Roofus had just about managed to close the button on his pants, though it looked like it could pop open at any second, and though the suit's shirt managed to just about fit snuggly over his big belly, the jacket was straining to get buttoned below the chest.

"Alright you big old dog," Chip grabbed both sides of the jacket, "On three, you pull your stomach in and I'll get a button through, and then you'll be able to get the rest through yourself."

Roofus nodded.

"One."

"Two."

"Three!"

Chip ripped the button and the hole together as Roofus breathed in, and then ripped the button right off as he breathed out.

"Shit!" Chip ran after the button which was rolling across the floor. "I am so, so sorry Roofus I really didn't mean to."

"Oh it's alright Chip." Roofus took off the jacket and hung it back up in his wardrobe. "I think I've just been a little bit too lenient on the treats." He looked over to his purple suit and sighed, "I don't suppo-ose this one would fit me either."

"Yeah probably not," Chip picked up the button and walked over to Roofus, "look man, I can get some money somewhere and pay you back for this."

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that Chip." Roofus took the button off him and placed it gently on his bedside locker, "I'm sure Amber can sew back on. She's quite the skilled craftswoman."

"You sure?" Chip asked, "Cuz I can get a little gold for it if you need, I don't wanna keep costing you so much money."

"Don't worry about it my friend." Roofus reassured, "I just don't know what to wear tonight now, and I'm sure Amber will be home aaany minute."

Chip thought for a few seconds, then an idea popped into his head. "Here," he took off his red and yellow magical bandana and held it out to Roofus, who recoiled as Chip's facial features shifted just slightly and a few of his uglier scars reappeared. "What?" Chip exaggerated a look of hurt.

"I'd just forgotten about how this magical bandana works is all." Roofus was clearly unnerved by Chip's face shifting.

"Whatever, point is, you can take this and wear anything you want with it, just make sure to get it back to me tomorrow, and make sure you wear something under it, the clothes are *not* real and you *will* get cold, trust me." Chip stopped waiting for him to take the bandana and tied it around his head.

"Thank you Chip." Roofus put a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes, "I really do appreciate the help, old friend." He looked down at his much too small suit and before Chip's eyes the outfit seemed to magically loosen itself and close up around Roofus' body, a small silver watch appeared on one of his wrists, and a thin silver bracelet appeared on the other.

"Oh dude you don't get it, you can make literally *any* clothes you can imagine," Chip took the bandana back from Roofus and held it against his forehead, and immediately a glittering suit made of solid gold appeared in place of his tattered shirt and pants. "Like anything dude." He handed the bandana back to Roofus.

"Oh I understand how it works Chip, I just rather like my suit." He chuckled, "Wouldn't have had it tailored if I didn't."

"Your choice man, but I'd be going with the golden blazer if I were you." Chip started heading for the door, "Where are you going tonight anyways?"

Roofus took his pyjamas out and went behind the changing screen again, "There's a lo-ovely restaurant here in the Golden Circle Market called "The Shining Supper." They have some veery special dishes that you can't find anywhere else in the world anymore."

"Dang, you're really going all out tonight old man." Chip remembered walking past the restaurant and thinking it was way too gaudy for him to ever eat there, it had gold and crystal chandeliers and that was enough for him to hate it, though he thought it might've been nice to bring Ollie there if he could ever afford it.

"We-ell my Amber is worth every last copper." Roofus sighed, "I'm so lucky to have her in my life. After the Black Rose-"

"Roofus I'd love to reminisce some more but it is gonna be dark out soon and I am not in the mood to get jumped by more of Price's goons so can we wrap this up." Chip interjected rather abruptly, "Not that it's not been nice hanging out with you again, I just wanna make sure we can do it again after tonight."

"Ooh alright, drop by tomorrow whenever you can and I'll ma-ake sure to have your bandana in pe-erfect condition." Roofus walked out of the room with Chip and then walked him to the front door to say goodbye.

Chip was greeted on the other side of the door by a kitsune woman whose fur was orange with white stripes, she wore a deep purple eyeshadow with gold glitter, which matched the colours of her slim fitting sleeveless dress. She had numerous detailed golden bracelets covering the length of both of her forearms, she had a small ankle bracelet around one of her legs, which ended in sparkling purple high heels. "What are *you* doing here?" She sounded disgusted at Chip's presence, "*Please* tell me you're not going to ask me to curse another powerful artefact."

"Oh, I'm just on my way out." Chip slipped past her and then bowed a little more sarcastically than he actually wanted to, "Enjoy your date, Roofus is lucky to have you, and uhh, thanks for looking out for the old man."

Amber was surprised by his sincerity, and he started running back to the Albatross before she could respond, feeling way too awkward to have a conversation with her.

[megashadowdragon]

Pre vs Post memory loss Touma.

www . reddit . com/r/toarumajutsunoindex/comments/1ewlxoe/pre_vs_post_memory_loss_touma/

I see a lot of people ask what's the difference between both Toumas. Well, on the outside they seem almost the same but is that actually true? There are key differences between them. Let's see.

Po= post memory loss.. and pre is self explanatory.

1-Po Touma thought pre Touma was some perfect hero when he learned how he saved index, and for index's sake ( and his own ) he decided to lie about his memory loss. Thinking he can't measure up to his old self. So imposter syndrome is the first key difference between the two.

2- Pre Touma tried to save people out of guilt and index gave him hope that he can actually save someone while Po Touma started doing it because a) trying to live up to his old self. b) He can't stand someone needing help and do nothing. Until it became a habit to Po Touma, he saved people because he needed it more than the one being saved, it made him connections with lots of people. It became his identity, without saving people Po Touma is nothing, or so he thinks.

Notice how Index was the reason for both Toumas to find hope again. Absolute best girl.

3- Po Touma is more hypocritical.

A) When he heard how Pre Touma punched Kanzaki in OT1, he criticized him saying how wrong or uncool it is to punch girls when he does the same exact thing. This comes from the perfect image he held for his past self while he finds his current self not worthy. ( OT11 )

B) He criticized Anti-skill for risking their lives to save people without something in return while he obviously does the same thing. ( OT 6 )

4- Pre Touma hated his life, his luck, and imagine breaker because of his childhood past. Po Touma loves his life, luck, and imagine breaker because it gave him the chance to be around people he cares about and for giving him the chance to save people.

5- Pre Touma had no problems asking for help and while he prefered to ask people he didn't know over endangering people he cares about. Po Touma doesn't like to ask for help at all.

In the persue to imitate his old self, he ironically resulted in them being more different.

That's all from me. If you have more to add or correct me on any point, please do in the comments! That was mostly OT Touma explaination because anime doesn't do justice to Touma.

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You forget that the pre-memory loss kamijou is more horny!!!!

Honestly I always view pre-memory loss kamijou reason for saving people because of his jealousy of people with powers

He is frustrated because he is talentless and only has the right hand that attracts misfortune in city with talent people that has power (useful power)

So he wants to become a hero or savior because of this feeling of despair and pathetic self.(Remember when he hides under the car in biohacker)

Which he proven with index

He proves someone talentless like him who has power that doesn't help him with his studies or his daily life or making him popular, power that only attracted misfortune.

Can actually change the fate of someone to the positive conclusion

And he died satisfying knowing he achieve this conclusion

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u/Omaroo01 avatar Omaroo01 OP • 12d ago You are absolutely right! Also how could I forget horny Touma lol. While I think Po Touma is still somewhat horny, he doesn't persue a relationship like Pre Touma did. Pre Touma actually loved Index, it's not explicit but you could tell

Pre memory loss touma is more normal. And by that I mean he's less extreme and still has more human weakness even if he has all the same heroic quirks as touma.

Pre touma actually ran away once, albeit without thinking, then he ran right back and acted more heroic than ever. Post touma would never do that. Pre touma also intentionally made misaki fall for him and was more willing to actually purse relationships. The reason he didn't give index her thing back is because he secretely wanted to meet her again.

Post touma is worse because after completely forgetting himself the only way to give himself meaning is to bring happiness to those around him. This is combined with him having imposter complex towards his previous self, making him think he doesn't really deserve the love of others. Finally while nt9 got him over imposter complex and taught him it's ok to be selfish, at the same time it forced him to get used to things that no one should ever get used to, and also locked him into his never-change high school boy mentallity. Essentially nt9 destroyed touma's common sense in regards to limits of stupidity and desensitized him to everything, including the possibility of non-existence and every torture or fear imaginable.

I think he needs to regain his memories during his ressurection, or even right away just to realize how inhuman he's become and regain some selfish ambition, as well as realize how important he is to the girls who love him. Right now he literally lies to himself that they don't care much because he wants to be able to sacrifice himself at anytime without fearing the consequences, Othinus falsely taught him no one needed him, and although she herself now has no reason to live without him, he can't comprehend that even if she tells him. His head's screwed up and needs reset.

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[cultofdixon]

I love you, please don’t push me away

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • “Can I see it…” “since when did you start to care about me again?” “I’ve lost too much. I ain’t gonna lose yea now” • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon Violence [Mentioned] / Injuries / Messy Confessions / Anxiety Attacks / Nightmares / PTSD

Requested by: Anon

Nothing tears these two apart, well. Except that time with the Governor but every fiber of their being magnetized toward the other.

Y/N and Daryl, inseparable. But never an item even if there is a running bet between Rick and Carol over how long it’ll take.

The run down?

Daryl never saw himself relate with any of the other members in the quarry. Except for this other lone wolf type that would wander out of bounds to hunt, like him. And ignore Shane’s stupid rule, like him and Merle. And also have a short fuse just like him.

He stumbled across this person during his own hunt finding the woman bashing in the skull of a walker. She turned around when she noticed she was stumbled upon by a living being, her body relaxed when realizing who it was. Which was a new feeling to Daryl.

“Shane sent yea out or what”

“Nah fuck that pig. Was tracking a deer”

“You mean that deer” The woman pointed to the hanging animal from the tree as Daryl gave the whole scene a concerned look. “Camping tips can help in the end of the world”

“Bear tactics”

“Exactly. Tie up your shit so bears don’t get it. But hell you’ve got sickos. Might as well apply those tactics to these fucks” She kicked the dead creature while pulling out her knife. “I’m uh. Y/N. By the way…you ain’t very talkative in the camp”

“Neither are yea.” He scoffs. “‘M Daryl”

“Welp. Now you’ve got a friend.” Y/N untied the deer letting it hit the ground by Daryl’s feet. “And if we’re gonna be friends. You can carry that for me, to avoid the Walker guts getting on everybody’s dinner”

“What do I get for doing this?”

“Mmm…I’m pretty good at making arrows” Y/N shrugs watching the pondering look grow on Daryl’s face before he knelt down and picked up the deer heading back to the camp while she happily follows behind.

That first moment brought an instant connection that Daryl didn’t realize. Until he got shitty news.

“You left my brother? On a fucking roof?” Daryl snaps and right before the archer got close to hitting the stranger, Y/N stepped between the two along with Shane’s help. Not that she needed it.

“Who do you think you are to make that decision?”

“Rick Grimes, deputy—-“

“Nah. I ain’t dealing with another pig thinking he can boss everybody around” Y/N cuts him off as she stood her ground even if it didn’t entirely involve her. “How would you feel if you were left behind? Left for dead” She knew her words struck a few in the crowd, specifically Shane and Lori.

“I was left behind” Rick suddenly got up in Y/N’s face not liking her attitude but right as he did, Daryl didn’t hesitate to loom from behind her making him back up.

“And how the fuck did that make you feel?”

That brought a lot of her character out to Daryl and everyone else. She was defensive and it was clear, when she gets close to someone…she has to protect them in some way.

When the invasion happened on the camp, Daryl never been more driven by his anxiety and his fear until he thought he’d lose the closest person he’s liked in the longest time. He took out a walker coming up behind Y/N when she wasn’t paying attention. The thankful look in her eyes spoke enough even if after taking care of the walkers, Daryl subtly scanned her person as he helped the others pile up the dead.

The plan to head to the CDC was a gamble, but the ride there brought more out of the two. Given Y/N loaded up in Daryl’s truck not wanting to be stuck in the RV.

“Why’d yea defend me back when we found out they left Merle?”

“Honest?”

“Mhm”

“He’s your family, whether he annoys you or not…you’d still want him in your life” Y/N leaned her head against the window fiddling with the ends of her sleeves. “And hell. I’m done letting others walk all over people. Just cuz they haven’t been in their shoes before”

Daryl felt himself grip the steering wheel wanting to ask a question but given the lighthearted feel going on between the two, he didn’t want to taint it full of uncomfortable tension.

“Who did yea lose”

“My baby brother” Y/N frowns reaching into her backpack taking out a journal that held a Polaroid of the two on a camping trip with their parents. “I…I don’t think he’s dead but, haven’t found him since outbreak day and Glenn took me back to that camp even when every fiber of my being didn’t want to stop looking”

“Do yea entirely trust these people?”

“I trust you. But that’s cuz you’re not keeping bullshit. Yea state yer mind if you have to. Hopefully the new world doesn’t beat that out of yea”

The CDC was a weird experience. A time to feel like they were in the old world once more. Just under a different roof and drowning out reality with alcohol.

Daryl was the last to shower even if it took him some time to get there given the man had drank a bit too much. But as he entered the room he was sharing with the other single in their group, which obviously was Y/N. She lifted her head to the sound of stumbling and saw the exhaustion rise in his expression as he stumbles onto the couch she sat on. She tossed her book on her bag giving Daryl an opportunity to use her lap as a pillow turning toward her and laying there in silence for a moment. Closing his eyes and doing the best he could to fall asleep even when a part of him fought to stay awake to spend this time with Y/N. Y/N on the other hand, pulled the blanket from her shoulders and covered the man laying on her…resting a hand on his side feeling him shift to get comfortable mumbling a bit to himself.

“Don’t ever wanna lose yea…”

Those words struck a bit to Y/N and even if he didn’t remember saying that last night, she knew by the way he covered her when Rick tossed the grenade to escape the CDC…

That he meant it.

Their bond was growing to others in a beautiful way but to the pair it was weird…confusing…and a bit beautiful in its own way. But it brought certain anxiety that the other never wanted to feel in a world like this.

The farm became a temporary safe haven, and the word temporary was definitely engraved in few’s minds because of how Hershel felt toward them. At first it was to save Carl’s life and thankfully he did…next was to fix what Andrea did.

“Oh my god. Is he alive—-“

“Step the fuck back” Y/N snaps at the poor girl who kept her distance from the situation. And Y/N. The bitch scared her.

“At least we have some idea of where Sophia can be. Now we can retrace Daryl’s steps”

“Nah, I’m comin’ with yea”

“You won’t be doing much activity at least for a few days.” Hershel reminds him of his injuries only for the archer to grow annoyed but his frustration grew slightly when he noticed Y/N glaring at him.

Once he was left alone after Carol gave him his dinner and a thanks for never giving up on her daughter, Y/N came in about an hour later with clothes for him and before she even made it to the door…Daryl grabbed her wrist.

“What’s up yours? Yea been quiet since I came back or well until after yea scared the shit out of Andrea. Yeah fucking Rick told me what happened the—-“ Daryl stopped speaking when he saw the tears in her eyes making him let go and her freeze like a deer in headlights.

“You shouldn’t have gone out by yourself”

“Y/N, I did what I had to. Others given up”

“Don’t. Go. By. Yourself.” Y/N hissed wiping away the tears that started to burn. “Yea ain’t alone anymore. Ain’t needing to do this shit by yourself and get yourself killed. Yea may think nobody would care if you were gone but somebody does. So watch it.” She frowns leaving on that note.

Daryl didn’t know that she felt that way toward him and there were plenty of other moments like that. For either of them.

The reunion on the freeway after the farm went up in flames. Daryl got Carol out of there on his bike, feeling his anxiety get the best of him when he didn’t find Y/N until she came running through the woods and he didn’t hesitate for a second to run at her. Bringing the tired girl into his embrace thankful she didn’t die in the flames or in the mouths of the undead.

The time the group raided Woodbury to save their own and Daryl was shoved out of the way of a bullet that embedded into Y/N’s shoulder. Thank god Hershel got it out. When he came back after leaving the first time with his brother, he couldn’t get that mental image of the disappointment written all over her face. But that was all forgiven, given she would’ve left too if it was her problematic brother.

Once the fight of Woodbury was done and people were flooding into the prison, making itself its own community…Daryl felt a sense of jealousy when watching others outside of their original group talk to Y/N who seem to be expanding their social circle. He was brewing and it was obvious to Carol.

“You’re gonna blow a fuse”

“What?” Daryl brought his attention back to reality and noticed Carol joining him beside him. “Shit.”

“What? Got spotted? We all know how much you like’er. Why didn’t yea do anything sooner?”

“It’s the end of the world.”

“Okay. Stating the obvious. So?” Carol elbows him to be told more as Daryl kept his eyes on Y/N watching her turn to him shooting him a smile.

“If I act on my feelings, and worry about another…on that level, I’ll lose her”

Carol knew Daryl felt a bit at fault for Sophia dying, including his own brother. But Y/N is a strong person. Hell she’s the one that saved them back at the outbreak in the quarry, she knows that girl can hold her ground…and she knows, how much he means to her.

“You won’t lose her…Don’t push her away”

Those words rang through his head as he found himself smoking outside the prison walls and Y/N joining him after her shift in the watchtower. The silence grew between the two even if they spent most of their time together in comfortable silence. But this was different and Y/N knew this.

“Did I do somethin’?”

“Nah” Daryl tosses the cigarette on the floor putting it out with his foot. “This ain’t worth it”

“What’s not?” She furrowed her brows confused at first as Daryl got up from his spot. “Daryl—“

“This!” He gestures to the two of them with a growing frown on his face. “It ain’t fucking worth worrying about. I can’t live like this for the rest of my life. Stressin’ over what might happen” and it clicked to Y/N as her eyes met his only for him to turn away. “Don’t. I can’t.”

“Daryl but—-“

“No. We can’t”

Another word was said because Daryl went back inside leaving Y/N outside to think about what the hell just happened. But more importantly…just…break.

The two haven’t really talked since then. Or hung around the other. The only time they would interact is when Rick asked them to go on a run, or for the council meetings for their small community. Daryl expanded and got close with other people while Y/N found herself back in the same mindset at the quarry before she extended herself to Daryl.

In the end you’re on your own.

But that never lasted because of the connection she had with him and with the others. The sickness, her angry feelings were pushed aside so that she could work with him on getting the medicine. Then when it got to their people, Y/N distanced herself from Daryl once more. This time his regret settled in in its entirety and wasn’t expressed until after the attack.

“Aren’t you and Y/N supposed to be close?”

“Why’re you bringing that up…”

“Getting to know you I guess” Beth frowns sitting across from the archer fiddling with some thread around his wrist.

“She was my best friend, that I love…and pushed away”

Beth watched as the pain when saying such brought its expression in his frown and the tears that he tried desperately not to fall.

…

“And I don’t think I’ll ever get him back” Y/N frowns sitting with Michonne in front of the fire she made for them.

“Daryl’s strong. He’ll come back to you. Even if…you two aren’t anything but friends. You two just. Gravitate toward each other naturally”

Y/N shot Michonne a smile when she said such, but during her watch while the swordsman slept, she couldn’t help the tears that fell off her face.

Michonne was right about the two gravitating toward each other. They always found the other in whatever situation they were in. Even if the most recent was the incident with the claimers, then the other with the general hospital, and finally reaching Alexandria.

And Y/N needed a minute.

“Y/N. Deanna only agreed to yea going out if it’s—-“

“I’m just sticking close. Won’t even need a goddamn car. I just. I need a minute. And I can’t get that in another confined area” Y/N frowns already geared up to head out of Alexandria. “I’ll be back before it’s too late in the day, and if I’m not. Then you can come and get me…”

Rick gave the girl a worried look, but agreed to let her go. He didn’t trust it there either and was surprised by how others are settling in.

When the sherif headed back to his group’s houses, he found Daryl standing outside of the one Carol took up with Y/N. He looked anxious from what he got first spotting the archer.

“Hey”

Daryl quickly turned toward his brother seeing the confused look. “What”

“What are you waitin’ for?”

“Courage. Fuck if I know”

“Courage for what?” Rick brought himself closer as Daryl stepped away from the door to sit on the steps.

“To talk to Y/N again. Repair what I fucking tore apart back at the prison…Before Beth and I got separated, she told me not to let a good thing go. And Carol snapped at me one of the first nights here about the same thing”

“Well. I hate to break it to yea. But she ain’t home” Rick watches the archer shot up from his spot with a you serious? look on his face. “Yeah. She needed some air. Stepped out of Alexandria”

“And yea think she’s gonna come back? After all the shit I fuckin’ said”

“You said back at the prison. Some part of her wouldn’t leave from something that happened some time ago. And there will always be a part of her, connected to yea at all times.” Rick put his hands on his hips. “She doesn’t like it here just like you. So she needed a breather.”

“If she doesn’t come back before night fall—-“

“We’ll go get’er. Alright?” He reassures the man before going back on his patrol.

She made it before nightfall.

Emphasize on the “made it” part.

“Where the hell have you been? You were supposed to help in the infirmary” Spencer, one of Deanna’s sons, got up in Y/N’s face when she first stepped back in. More so caring about the fact that she wasn’t at her job compared to the amount of blood on her. “What the fuck did you do?”

Few residence, more so her group coming close to listen to someone they didn’t know go off on one of their own.

“Why did you ignore Dean—-“

“Your mother’s.”

“Fine. My mother’s orders. You had a job to do and instead you went out doing who knows what outside the walls. Don’t you like it here? Don’t you like being safe here for once? Clearly yea—-“

“Step away from her now.” Michonne cuts in once she noticed the fists Y/N formed and the shaking her body was undergoing. “Some of us are still adjusting. You need to understand that and if you don’t, talk to your mother or I’ll let her hurt you” she states watching him stand his ground one last time.

“Turn in the weapons you took out, then I’ll—“ Spencer stops to the sound of Y/N’s bag dropping to the ground and watching her unclip the magazine of her gun and unloaded the one in the chamber before handing it to Michonne and walking past.

Y/N avoided everyone’s looks and focused on getting back to Carol’s. Even if every fiber of her being wanted to collapse in the middle of Alexandria and let the darkness settle in. But none of them knew what was happening. She just continued on her way.

“Where the hell have you been?” Carol asks when she heard the door open ignoring the rest of what Daryl was saying. Granted it was about the girl that entered.

“Needed air. Got too much of it” Y/N chokes up a bit gripping onto the stairs’ railing with one hand as the other went straight for her side taking her hand off to see the blood soaking through. “I’m gonna shower. Too much Walker blood…but uh. Is the first aid kit in the bathroom?”

Carol pulled herself away from the kitchen counter heading toward Y/N who had her back turned to her on the steps. While Daryl slide off the bar stool bringing himself within earshot.

“What happened?”

“I just cut my hand…”

“You’re covered in blood. Is it—-“

“It’s not mine. Just walkers I got stuck dealing with”

“Are you bit?”

“I wouldn’t have come back if I was” She felt a lot of the pain return to her body in that moment as she continued on the way to the bathroom leaving both confused.

You’ve always been a disappointment Y/N.

Hell. Look at me. Finally proving to this world that I’m worth something

Y/N couldn’t stand and found herself sitting in the shower letting the water wash off the dried blood but also the running. She held onto the edge of the tub feeling everything as she tried her best not to stream in pain.

Her body flinched to the sound of knocking and that resulted in the pain induced tears to finally shed.

“What.”

“Got you clothes” Daryl states from the other side of the door with clothes in hand but he couldn’t help his eyes from wandering around the room to see the blood soaked clothes and the hand print on the door. “Y/N. What happened?”

“Please…go away, Daryl”

“Nah…not this time” Daryl pressed his forehead against the door. “I ain’t leaving and I know you’re hurt…”

“I-I…” Y/N sobbed gripping harder onto the ceramic trying not to focus on the pain in her side.

“Can I see it…” He felt his heart clench hearing her wince from the other side of the door followed by choked off sobs.

“since when did you start to care about me again?”

Daryl sighs tossing the clothes on the dresser by the door and resting his hands on it. “I’ve lost too much. I ain’t gonna lose yea now” he frowns not hearing any sound come out from the other side. “Y/N?”

Something’s wrong…

There’s always been something wrong and he knew there was more to it. She just wanted to take care of it without anyone realizing. But of course she couldn’t get past the person who holds her heart.

The door was suddenly kicked open and Y/N had no strength to react except for bringing her eyes to follow his movements. Daryl gently took a hold of her face seeing the damage there along with what was happening to the rest of her body. He quickly turns off the water and as his lips moved, she didn’t register a single thing. All she did was close her eyes.

“You…were always their favorite” The youngest L/N shook in his sister’s embrace feeling the end draw near as Y/N couldn’t help the tears that spilled. “I never…got to show’em up…”

“I should have never stopped looking…I shouldn’t have left home…left you”

“Mm…” He coughs a bit as the blood splattered on Y/N’s face. “It don’t matter anymore…T-This is what I d-deserve…”

“No…no you didn’t. I should’ve found you…you would’ve loved the people I’m with…this is my fault” Y/N sobbed holding her brother tighter as he gave her one last smile.

“Yea survived…just keep doing so”

As the breath faded from his lungs and more of his group surrounded the house they were held up in. Y/N had to pull it together long enough to take care of the rest, even on her last legs. Because she would’ve found a way to bring her brother in, but as for the others?

No one is following her back to her family.

A soft groan escapes her lips, alerting the archer sitting beside her bed. He brought his chair closer carefully taking her hand into his thinking she would reject it, but instead she gave it a firm squeeze indicating some of her strength is back and that she didn’t want him to go.

“Yea lost a lot of blood…and I got mad at the surgeon here”

“Mm. Typical Daryl behavior” Y/N sighs gently grazing her thumb against his knuckles. “Last I remember…was being in the shower”

“You were in the bath as the shower ran. I don’t know how Imma explain the blood bath, literally, to Carol. But she did help me get yea here” Daryl frowns seeing the exhaustion in her expression but more focused on the black eye and bruised cheek on her left side when she turned to him. “Carried yea out in a blanket. Got bitchy when he lingered too close”

“Please tell me I got dressed after…that someone helped me. And the strange man that stared at me when we first met didn’t see my goods long”

“Imma kill him next time he does, but nah. Maggie came in with clothes”

“Everybody knows?”

“Doesn’t know why. But yeah…I…I did come running out, Y/N. Yelling for somebody. Felt…lost.” He frowns, straightening up when Y/N started to sit up. The grimace growing on her face made Daryl feel as if an ice pick went straight for his heart.

Y/N watches as Daryl got up from his seat he went to grab another blanket when he felt her grip tighten and a wince escape her lips from him pulling.

“Sorry—-I’m sorry. Fuck. I just—-“

“I can do without another…please just sit with me” She begged and she had the same look on her face like she did at the time of their fight in the prison. Something he’ll never forget. “I don’t…I can’t stand another second without you. Even if it’s just a few feet away…”

Instead of sitting in the chair, Daryl brought himself to sit on the edge of the bed holding her hand seeing the bruises on her knuckles. He kept finding more of what happened…and it upset him not knowing.

“Daryl…”

“Yeah?”

“Just ask”

Daryl didn’t want to. He didn’t want to know the pain she endured and how it happened. But he wanted to know who he had to fuck up.

“I got ambushed…by raiders in masks. I took out like…four of them…got the shiner and knocked down by the fifth…only to shoot him right in the ribs and as he dropped..” She squeezed her eyes shut biting the inside of her cheek trying to stop the tears. “I found out…it was my brother…” the tears fell stating such as Daryl soften squeezing her hand with the one she held while the other carefully wiped them away. “Then when he died…I couldn’t risk the others following…and took them out…even if it almost killed me”

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s…well, it’s not fine. But that’s keeping me going. Just saying it is…that he’s not in this hell of a world anymore…”

“never looked at it like that…when Merle died. Took the blame and ran with it”

“You carry too much of the blame for things…when a good chunk of it was never your fault” Y/N frowns tugging him forward enough for her to lean comfortably forward pressing her forehead against his. “This is one of’em. You blame yourself. I break your knee caps. This wasn’t your fault…”

“I should’ve never hurt yea back at the prison…I missed you. I miss you and you’re right here”

“Daryl…” Y/N brought her soft, tiny hands to hold the archer’s face feeling him relax in her touch. “I love you…so please, don’t push me away”

The tears that fell between the two was found in comfortable silence. Only a comfort the two share with each other. Daryl moved her hands so that he could gently bring her into his embrace holding her.

“I won’t…I promise”

[corrodedcoffinkid]

Can I request Eddie getting frustrated because of his speech impediment?

Eddie hates school projects. Doing the project itself isn’t bad- especially if it’s something he’s interested in- but presenting it? Presenting his work to a class full of people who hated him terrifies him to his inner core.

“Eddie? Would you like to present for us?”

Hands gripping his poster board, Eddie shakes his head. The look the teacher gives him tells him he doesn’t have a choice. He makes his way to the front of the room, legs shaking. He takes a deep breath, trying to remember what Uncle Wayne had told him.

“You’re alright, son. Don’t let them win.”

Eddie anxiously points at the title of his poster board. “H-Hi. My name i’th Eddie and thi’th i’th my pre’thentation on the histh’ory of mu’thic.” Goddammit. When he’s nervous, all his work in speech therapy with Uncle Wayne goes out the window. “I-I mean-”

One of his bullies begins to snicker, which gives the rest of the class the go ahead to laugh too. “Looks like ‘Eddie Mun’thon’ is back.”

Eddie’s face goes bright red.

“Class, please let Eddie finish.”

Eddie looks down ashamedly at his feet. A picture of Ozzy Osbourne that he’d clipped out of a magazine stares at him from it’s spot on the poster board. “Mu’thic ha’th always been important to people-”

The laughs grow louder. Eddie’s eyes squeeze shut to keep in his tears. He’d practiced this presentation so much with Uncle Wayne and Steve. “M-Mu’thic i’th-”

“E-E-Ed-Eddie M-M-Mun’thon has a st-st-stutter t-t-too!”

Throwing his poster board on the ground, Eddie runs.

He runs out of the school, to the parking lot, and to his van. He wants to drive, tries to put his keys in the ignition, but he can’t. His eyes are too teary eyed to see.

Uncle Wayne.

Uncle Wayne can help.

He grabs his phone, and presses one on speed dial. It only rings twice before he hears a familiar voice on the other end.

“Eddie? Son? Is everything okay?” All Wayne can make out on the other end of the line is loud sobs. “Eddie, breathe. I can’t understand you.”

“Th-They laughed at me! I-I didn’t even get to ta-alk about Bl-Black Th’abbath! I ran, I ran until I go-ot to my car! I don’t wanna go back to cla’th!”

Wayne’s not sure if he’s more heartbroken than he is angry. Why can’t those damn kids leave his boy alone? “I’m on my way. Stay where you are.”

By the time Wayne is at the school, Eddie is rocking himself in the driver’s seat of his van. Wayne knocks on the window. “Son?”

Eddie flings open the door, and immediately wraps his arms around his uncle. “I-I tried to not let it get t-to me but it did!”

Wayne rubs Eddie’s back, then presses his head into his shoulder. “It’s okay,” he says softly, “You know that damn speech impediment is getting better, it just acts up sometimes.”

He helps Eddie buckle into the passenger seat of his car. His nephew glances over at his van worriedly. Wayne gently pats his head. “Hey, don’t worry, Steve will get her and bring her home.”

Eddie stares blankly out the window on the ride home.

He knows he’s failed the presentation.

He knows he probably isn’t going to graduate… again.

And yet, Uncle Wayne is still driving him home and comforting him. What did he do to deserve this?

Wayne gets Eddie settled on the couch. Then, he pops open a beer and hands it to the boy. “Here.”

“No thank you,” Eddie says quietly, pushing it away. “I’m not hungry or thir’thy.”

Unusual, but Wayne isn’t going to push it. “You know, Eddie,” he begins, “You’re pretty damn brave for trying.”

Eddie shrugs.

“Whether you can say those damn ‘s’ sounds or not, I’m always going to be here for you, boy.” Wayne notices Eddie perk up- just a little. “I’m so damn proud of you. If that teacher even tries to fail you, I’m going down to that goddamn schoolhouse and handling it. I love you, Eddie, and not a goddamn thing will ever change that.”

Tears in his eyes, Eddie smiles. “I love you too, no matter what.”

“No matter what.”

[beansnsoup]

I wanna be your girlfriend

Robin Buckley x Fem!Harrington!reader

Summary: You're both in the same classes but in different social crowds. When she finally talks to you it makes you feel things you've never felt.

Warnings: Struggles of understanding sexualitys, joking about blowing out your brain, fluff

You walk into Scoops Ahoy with your mall date, this boy had been asking you for weeks and it was starting to bug you, so you gave in and agreed to let him take you out. You mainly requested Starcourt to go to so your brother, Steve, would be near you if you ended up feeling uncomfortable.

You walk in, and instead of your brother at the counter it's Robin. You loved hanging out with her, she was your favorite out of all the friends Steve has had. "I need to talk to Steve, chocolate please." You inform your date before walking to the back.

Of course Robin was jealous, when Steve introduced the two of you she fell hard. She'd already seen you before then, of course, you were both in the same grade. She would see you walking around school, in your cheerleaders uniform, and her in her band get up. You've never paid any mind to her before Steve introduced you both.

You walk in the back room, Steve sitting at the table, flipping though a magazine. "What a help you are." You tease him, Steve looks up, "Hey, I thought you had a date." He responds, you roll your eyes, "Yeah he's fine I guess. He's buying me ice cream right now." You say.

You just stand there for a second, not starting up any conversation. You just wanted to stand there for a minute or two, to waste as much time as you van.

"I should probably go, bye." You tell him, you really don't want to go. You were aching for the end of this date, you knew he was just going to use you so what was the point. You walk to him holding your icecreams.

"Ready?" He smiles at you, you grab your cone, "Yup!" You respond, trying not to sound dense. Before walking out of Scoops Ahoy you turn to look at robin, making a pretend gun out of your fingers the pretend to blow your brains out, she laughs at you before waving goodbye.

God she loves you.

You guys walk around Starcourt Mall a bit longer, "enjoying" eachothers company. You both walk towards the entrance to leave, your finished ice-cream cone has been replaced with his hand.

"So, wanna head back to my place?" He asks you as you head to his car. You don't want to, but at the same time you don't want to be mean. You've talked to enough guys to know what their main goal is. "I don't know." You respond, stepping into his car.

When he gets in, his hand moves to your thigh, "My dad said he wanted me home as soon as possible, family things." You laugh, that was a total lie, your parents were out of town again, you just wanted a good excuse to get away from this.

Every single guy you've been with you've never really enjoyed it, even if it was a healthy relationship, it just never felt right. He nods, "I get it." He says, pulling out of the parking lot and turning down the road to your house.

When you reach your place, which feels like ot took eternity, you get out the car. "This was fun." He says to you, "We should do this again sometime." He says. You look at him before shutting the car door, "I'll think about it." You respond, waving, shutting the door.

There wasn't anything to think about. You weren't going through that again, he was so boring. Maybe you should call Robin, she's on her break now, right? It's wouldn't hurt. You dial the number for Scoops, "Hello?" You hear your brothers voice.

"Hey, is Robin there?" You ask him, hoping she is, "Uh, yeah." You hear him say over the phone. You hear him hand over the phone, "H-Hello?" She stutters out, "Thank God, I have to tell you about this!" You say.

You hear her laugh over the line, God, her laugh is amazing. "When you leave work can you please come over? You can get a ride with Steve or something, I want to tell you about this in person." You hope she says yes to your offer.

"Uh, yeah. I have nothing to do, and getting a ride from Steve would be better than my bike." Robin jokes. You're smiling way more than you though you would right now, "Okay, perfect, see you then. Bye." You tell her, you don't want to hang up.

"Bye, see you later." She says before hanging up the phone. You out the phone back in its spot and then make your way to the couch, waiting for Steve and Robin.

About 3 hours later Steve's car pulls up, you get up anxiously, you need to talk to Robin. Steve walks through the door with her, you walk up to her grabbing her arm and taking her up to your bedroom.

"Sorry about the mess." You apologize before she can comment about it, "It's alright, my room is about the same." She laughs. You sit down and pat the bed for her to join you.

"After I left Scoops this boy barely said anything, he just held my waist. Then when we're walking out he asks if I want to come to his place. Of course I said no, he made me really uncomfortable, and I knew he just wanted me over for my body. Even with guys who aren't like that I never went home with them, I don't know." You hands move to your face, your eyes swelling up.

She notices this, scooting closer to you, her arms wrapping around you. "Did he hurt you?" She asks. You shake your head, "No, it's just, I don't even know who I am anymore. Every guy I've been with I've broken up with, it just never feels right. It's different...with you." You finish your long continuous words.

She looks at you, "What do you mean?" Robin asks you, fidgeting with the red ribbon on her sailors uniform. "I don't wanna be your friend." You finally say, she looks at you, hurt obviously, did she do something wrong? "I wanna kiss your lips." You decide out loud.

You move your hands from your face so you can look at her, she's staring at you. "Really?" She asks you, making sure before she leans in. "Yeah." Your eyes close slowly before her lips meet yours.

Girl In Red + Robin Buckley

My two favorite things

[wandawiccan60]

More Than Friends

Eddie Brock X Venom X Arli (FemOC)

***SMUT***

A/N: Hi guys I hope you all having a good week so far and finally Finally I got to do my first ever One-Shot with our sweet adorable softie Eddie Brock and our cute and scary Venom. This idea for this fun and yet adorable short story just came out of nowhere because I've been watching short clips of both Venom and Venom 2. So I said why not do a short story about Eddie and my new character Arli? And here are the final results of this new and fluffy story of Eddie, Venom, and Arli. Again thank you guys so much for liking and leaving comments on my latest post the prompt I did on Alfie again I appreciate it so much. As always guys please comment, reblog, and follow my blog it'll mean so much for both the page and for me thank you every single one of you for following and liking. Once again guys enjoy this new trio and catch you guys later. See Ya!!!

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WARNING 18+!!!: Fluff, Cuteness, Lots, Lots, of SMUT, SMUT!!!(Alien Sex)

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Eddie was the person who one should say they are lucky to have as a friend. And Arli was grateful to be one of those people since both had each other’s back, besides Eddie being some sort of a hero around San Francisco. They both go way back to when they were both around their teens and, of course, before the whole Carlton Drake and Eddie becoming Venom’s hoist for the first time. Eddie and Arli clicked in an instant when they both had to do a science project; mostly the work was done by Arli. But Eddie did the talking when it was time for them to present their project and they ended up getting an A+ thanks to Arli being smarty pants.

“See, I told you we would nail that project,” Eddie said once they got out of school, when Arli gave him a punch on his right arm. “OWW Arli, what the hell, what did I say?”

“That’s for leaving me hanging on the rest of the project and doing the entire work, you butthead. You owe me a chocolate bar for sure,” she said, sticking her tongue playfully out towards Eddie, which he shrugged off.

“Yeah, yeah sure, but hey I am a good talker, aren’t I? And ok, you’re right, I’m sorry I should have helped you. I promise on the next project we will do it together, I’ll do the work and you will do the talking. Deal?” He said, giving her a playful wink and cheeky smile her way, which she just chuckled and shook her head.

“Gosh, Eddie, you are something you know that, right? Remind me again why we are friends again. Oh right, because we are both shy, lazy, quiet, and anti-social, which overall makes us weirdly enough to be here right now in front of each other. How can you explain that genius?” Arli said, crossing her arms together, giving an arched eyebrow at Eddie saying “I don’t know” and shrugging his shoulders at the same time.

They both laughed as both teens walked their way towards their homes, playfully nudging each other’s arms to each other.

After they both reached high school 4 years later, they both couldn’t help but not be away from each other for at least an hour. They were like fire and ice and most of the time during lunch and after school, they would always be with each other. Arli found some friends along the way in her classes, but mostly, it wasn’t really as much fun as when she was with Eddie. He found some guy friends, but he also found nothing fun when he was around “the boys”. Usually, his friends would mostly talk about which chick was the hottest in school, the school’s football team, ditching school, etc. Well, the ditching part was the only thing that Eddie enjoyed more, but after that, it was boring. So what he would sometimes do is make up an excuse to get away from his friends and instead go hang out with Arli. Luckily enough, he would find her in the school’s library, spending most of her time reading books of any kind. Eddie would make fun of her for being such a bookworm and a nerd, while Arli would playfully hit him with whatever book she would be reading.

“What the fuck can you quit doing that? First it was the punches to the arm and now you hit me with books? Why are you so sensitive, R?” He said, trying his best to keep his voice down while the librarian in front of them was typing on the computer.

Arli just giggled under her breath while she went back to reading her book. Eddie, meanwhile, was doing his best to focus on doing his homework, which was giving him a hard time. Most of the work was from his English literature class, where he never really pays a lot of attention. He had never enjoyed reading books ever since middle school, seeing that it seemed pointless to do. But mostly he hated to spend some nights doing useless and pathetic essays that he also saw as a waste of time. 

“For fuck’s sake, I got to read 3 chapters on this dumb book and write at least a paragraph for each chapter and its due tomorrow. God, I hate literature,” he said, letting his head fall flat on top of his notebook as he heard Arli chuckle at his silly behavior.

“Wow, Eddie, you give up easily, don’t you? And come on, cheer up books aren’t all that terrible, sometimes they are fun to read. It just depends on what genre you’re reading. Hey and that reminds me, come with me. I think you might like this part of the library. Follow me,” Arli said, closing her book and shoving it into her backpack while Eddie let out a small groan as he lazily got on his feet as he as well put his stuff inside his backpack and followed her lead.

As they made their way upstairs, she stopped for a moment, making sure they weren’t being watched. She then grabbed Eddie’s right hand as they entered some staircases that lead upstairs to the top of the building. 

“Arli, we’re not supposed to be in here. Let’s go back before we get in trouble,” Eddie said, not liking where this is going.

“No, we’re not Brock, don’t be such a scary cat. Come on, follow me. It’s not too long from here,” she said as she made her way up the stairs while Eddie just let out a loud sigh as he still followed her lead.

Once they got to the top, there was another door in front of them, and without pausing for a second. Arli then opened the door while Eddie breathed heavily for some air.

“Jesus… Arli… what the… why did you… bring me up here for?” He said between breaths, placing his hands on top of his bent knees while Arli just laughed at him.

“Why Eddie? Well, therefore I wanted to bring you up here,” Arli said as she pointed out into the distance Eddie then looked up to see an outstanding view in front of him. 

“Holy shit,” he said as he walked his way by Arli’s side as they saw a beautiful sunset setting behind some buildings of San Francisco while the soft cool wind blew across their faces. 

Arli smiled as she closed her eyes, extending her arms open wide, feeling the warm sun against her body. Eddie saw what she was doing, making him smile at the sight of her best friend. Arli then relaxed her arms and as she opened her eyes, she then sat carefully down on the edge. She then looked back at Eddie as she patted on the brick cement, gesturing for him to sit next to her. 

“You know I’m not good with heights,” he said as he felt his hands tremble while breathing softly in and out of his nostrils. 

Arli then got on her feet, making her way towards Eddie, placing her small tender hands on top of his. This made him feel calmer once he felt Arlie touch his large hands. 

“Just don’t think too much about it, ok? Here we will walk slowly and keep your eyes on me. You trust me, don’t you?” She said reassuringly as he nodded his head “yes,” as he did what he was told. 

Before long, they both then sat on the edge of the building as Arli then air kicked her feet. While Eddie had his legs crisscrossed together while resting his elbows on top of his knees. 

“Man, if only I could just stay up here forever, you know? Feeling and smelling that fresh air of freedom, not giving a damn about nothing else but feeling relaxed, and just… god it’s just so peaceful up here,” she said while she continued to kick her feet in mid-air as Eddie nodded his head in agreement at what Arli said.

“Yeah, me too, you got nothing else to worry about but just feel unruffled. That’s another word for at peace,” Eddie said, trying to show off his vocabulary advances in front of her face. 

“Oh ha ha, hilarious Brock. I thought you said you hated literature and reading books. So why are you trying to sound so innovative?” Arli said, also trying to sound better than her best friend.

“Ummm… ok, what type of word did you use in that last sentence? Because that is a word that I haven’t heard of until you said it right now. You're smarter and fucking better than me. I give you that much,” he said, feeling mentally defeated while making Arli chuckle at this.

“Hehe, thanks for noticing, but seriously, I would stay up here for the rest of my life if I had the chance. But sadly, that can’t be possible even if it was,” she said, letting out a small sigh as the sun now set lower behind the city. 

Eddie eyed her sideways, seeing that sad expression form on her face. He then lightly placed his left hand on top of her hand, making Arli look in his direction.

“If you had lived up here since the beginning, I would have never met a bright, lovely person such as you in my life. I wouldn’t be here next to you if it wasn’t for you R. I’m just happy and grateful to call you my best friend,” Eddie said, giving her a smile while she returned that same expression. “Well, if it wasn’t for that science project back in middle school. I wouldn’t have met that shy, quiet, anti-social but explosive fun kid. That went by the name of Eddie Brock or B for short. I am also grateful and lucky to call you my best friend also,” said Arli, making Eddie’s cheeks blush hard red.

They sat there for another good hour as they saw the city light in the dark of night. Eddie could then feel Arli’s headrest up against his left arm. As she wrapped her right arm around his forearm, Eddie didn’t want to disrupt her sleep if he moved an inch. Meanwhile, he felt this tiny spark that lit up inside of him having to embrace this moment with Arli. Not wanting to ruin this memory with her while he still looked at the view ahead of him. Thinking and wondering what the future would be like for them. Arli would be there with him and she would have his back like how that saying goes. 

“Best friends until the very end, no matter what.” 

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5 Years Later: Winter 

“Eddie, Eddie, how about that one right there?” Venom said, shifting Eddis’s head to look at another diamond ring that caught Venom’s eyes.

“V, how about I make the choices here first and you can choose the next place we will go, ok?” he said under his breath, not wanting anybody else to think he was talking to “himself.”

“Hmmm… ok, but I will get a better gift than you will. What is so important for us being in this place anyway?” said Venom, sounding annoyed and not understanding why such a small thing could be so important to Eddie.

“Because it’s something that I have been wanting to do for so long since I and Arli have been friends for so long. And I think now it’s a good time to ask her to be more than my best pal and girlfriend. That is why it’s essentially important why we are here,” Eddie said while he still looked around to find the best ring to buy and get for Arli, hoping it wasn’t too much when he would ask her to be his fiance.

It was nerve-wracking when Eddie asked her to be his girlfriend for the first time. But to his surprise, Arli also had a lot of feelings for him all along since they graduated from high school. She also was afraid and shy to tell Eddie about how much he meant to her. But once he first asked her, Arli, then said yes, and they have been together ever since that day. And that is when the whole mess of Carlton Drake and The Life Foundation happened after they became boyfriend and girlfriend. Until now, Arli and Eddie have stuck with each other even though Venom was part of the relationship. They would always have fun whenever they felt like running around the city at night. Which Arli enjoyed the most while feeling the fresh cold air while Venom would run and jump on top of the buildings.

An hour went by, as both Eddie and Venom made their way out of the jewelry store, feeling the cold chilly wind blowing across his body. 

“Now is it my turn to choose what I want to get for Ali now?” Venom said, sounding eager to choose the best gift to give to Arli.

“V, I told you so many times it’s pronounced Arli, not Ali. There’s an R after the A and yes, we’re getting there. Either way, what type of gift are you going to get her that’s way better than the ring I got for her?” Eddie said, making his way towards Mrs. Chen’s liquor store to 

“Hi Eddie, hey Venom.” she said, greeting them both as she heard the bell chime from the entrance.

“Why are we stopping by Mrs. Chen’s place?” said Venom said as he made his way to get some drinks from the large glass fridges 

“I got to get some drinks for me and Arli and this is the place where she likes to get them the most,” he said as he got two large red wine bottles out of the fridge.

“Why do they look so red? Don’t tell me, is it blood? Are we going to drink blood with some delicious raw meat with it,” said Venom which Eddie just rolled his eyes at the comment that the symbiote just said. 

“Don’t be so stupid. You know what this is already, so don’t pretend that you don’t know what wine is,” he said, making his way towards Mrs. Chen behind the cash register.

“Hmmm, you getting the fancy stuff I see you got any plans you doing tonight Eddie?” she said before Eddie can answer her Venom then pops his head out from announcing the biggest announcement.

”Eddie is going to propose to Arli tonight, which I find it pathetic but he says it’s very important to him,” Venom said, making Mrs. Chen arched an eyebrow towards the slimy creature in Eddie’s direction.

“Wait, you're talking about your best friend and girlfriend from high school you told me before? Awww, Eddie, that’s great, so what made you have the guts to want to propose to her now more than the other time?” Mrs. Chen said, giving Eddie a cheeky smile, making him feel embarrassed and warm from his cheeks.

“Well… it’s just… she’s just special to me, you know, and I thought since we have been friends for so long. I just caught so many feelings for her after we both went to different colleges. I’ve liked her more than just a friend and now, I thought that tonight is the night and moment I ask her to be mine. But I don’t know how she will react to this since I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he said, recalling the times he had so many chances in wanting to ask her to be his wife but was terrified to do it.

“Eddie, I know she will say yes, just be yourself, and take deep breaths. The things you have told me about her, she sounds like a keeper. So don’t mess it up,” she said with a sharp finger, pointing at him while he gave her a thumbs up. 

“I won’t promise, and speaking of which, look at this beauty,” Eddie said, talking out the small black square box that had the lovely sterling silver ring with a big blue diamond in the middle of everything else.

“Well, well, Eddie, she is a lucky girl, but I wish a lot of happiness and luck for the both of you. You have a good night Eddie and say hi to Arli for me,” Mrs. Chen said, handing over the two bottles to him, which he smiled in return.

“Thank you and believe me, she is a keeper.”

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“When is she coming already, Eddie? I am starving,” Venom said, sounding desperate as he flipped through the many channels on the TV. 

“She’ll be here any minute. Calm down man, it’s not like it’s the end of the world. And can you choose a channel already? You’ve been changing one channel to another for the past 30 minutes already,” he said as he looked at his wristwatch, seeing that it was 10:30 P.M. which she normally doesn’t come back home late at these hours.

Eddie prepared a nice steak with some potatoes and some fresh broccoli on the side for dinner, which was Arli’s favorite dish to eat. The table was set nicely while white candles were lit in the middle while some soft music played in the background. Before he felt he was about to pass out on sleep, the front door of the place they shared opened up. Venom then made Eddie get on his feet in a swift, making him curse out for a moment.

“There she is, Eddie’s beautiful soon-to-be wife,” Venom said as Arli was busy taking her boots off until she noticed the scene in front of her.

“What the… Eddie, what happened here? Is this some sort of fancy thing you cooped yourself up with Venom or you got yourself a raise at the new job you got?” she jokingly said, giving Eddie a big hug as they both kissed each other on the lips.

Eddie could feel her cold, small, thin lips against his while they continued to share a long, tender kiss. They then parted away from each other as she nuzzled her nose against his, making each other chuckle.

“Welcome home baby, and surprise from us to you,” he said as he gave another kiss on top of her forehead. 

“Awww, you guys are so sweet. So what made you and Venom make the place look intriguing and that smell? Is that cherry blossom?” Arli said as she sniffed the fresh, pleasing scent in the air.

“I, I just wanted to make something special tonight for you and me, and no, I didn’t get a raise, but I wish I did. But that don’t matter what’s more important is that I made your favorite dish and I’m pretty sure you are dying to eat already. So what do you say, baby, care to join me?” he said as he raised his hand towards her, which she took with a small chuckle coming out of her.

“So, when can we have chocolate? And do you have the ring with you? I hope you do because if you don’t you will look foolish in front of Arli if you won’t have it”

“V, can you shut the hell up while we have dinner, please?”

“Hehe, what is Venom saying now, baby? Let me guess, he wants chocolate again?” Arli said as she sat on her chair while Venom, like a gentleman, used one of his tentacles to gently push Arli forward towards the table. 

Eddie then sat on his chair while Venom aggressively shoved Eddie forward towards the table. Almost knocking out Eddi’s and Arli’s dinner off the table made her giggle as she shook her head at the same time.

“Wow Venom, you’re being so nice and a gentleman tonight. I wonder why you both are acting like this tonight?” Arli said as she cut her steak into small pieces. 

“Do you want me to tell her, or are you going to pussy out on this one again?” Venom mockingly said while Eddie bit his lips together in frustration, trying his best to not lose his cool.

“No, well sorry, I meant to say that yea me and V made a deal that we just wanted to surprise you. Just you know I just want you to feel special tonight and well I got a surprise soft you too. But Venom wants to give him before mine,” Eddie said, shifting himself under his chair, feeling the small square box on the side of his right pocket.

“You guys are too much already and hehe Venom has a gift for me too? How exciting I wonder what it is?” Arli said as she took a bite of her steak while Eddie nodded his head.

“Pussy.” 

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Once dinner was over, Venom then took out his gift from the fridge. It was a full fudge chocolate cake with some strawberries on top, placing it in front of Eddie and Arli on top of the table.

“Ta-da! This is my gift from me to you Arli, now let’s eat it,” Venom said as he cut an enormous piece of the cake with the kitchen knife, devouring his piece in one go.

“Hehe Venom, you’re so sweet and my favorite flavor of cake chocolate thank you V,” she said as she placed a small kiss against the symbiote’s left cheek, making the creature blush.

“Now it’s Eddie’s turn to give you his gift. Go on then if you are brave to do so,” He said while Eddie gave him an annoyed sideways gaze at him, wanting to slap him hard across the face. 

Before Eddie could say his next words, he then grabbed Arli’s hands in his as they stood up on their feet.

“Arli baby, I want to say first that you have been the best friend and girlfriend that I have ever met in my life. And I want to say thank you for being here with me from the very beginning,” he said, raising her hands and placing small kisses on top of them, making her smile bigger than before. “Come with me. I want to give you my gift in the bedroom.”

“Ok, you lead the way, my sweet boy,” she said as they made their way to the bedroom where they both shared.

“But I need you to close your eyes first before we go in, ok? Do you trust me?” He said as he still held onto her hands while she let out a chuckle.

“Hehe, I remember I told you that when we were up that building back in high school. You are a very funny babe and I do trust you very much, love. So lead the way and surprise me,” she said, still with a big smile on her face.

“Yeah right? And good baby, now can you close you’re for me, please? I’ll let you know when to open them,” he said as Arli then closed her eyes while Eddie took out the black square box with the ring inside it.

“Do you want me to open the door?” Venom asked while he whispered a quick “yes,” which Venom then used one of his tentacles to open the door for Eddie and Arli. 

Eddie took Arli’s hands, guiding her inside the dimly lit room while her eyes were closed shut. As they made it inside, Venom, then closed the door with his tentacle as Eddie felt nervous about what he was about to ask her next.

“Can I open my eyes now, Eddie?” Arli said as she clasped her hands together in front of her, while Eddie then got himself on one knee holding the box between his hands.

“No, not yet, babe. I want to say before you open your eyes, I love you so, so much. And I want to continue being your loving boyfriend and you continue being my girl,” he said as he caressed the little box with his fingers, feeling his heart pumping fast as he continued talking. “I would be the happiest man alive if you took this special gift and asked you if you… you would.”

“Go on Eddie, just like Mrs. Chen said she is a keeper, and just be yourself. She will say yes,” Venom said as Eddie then opened the small box and prepared to say the next words that would come out of his mouth.

“Arli my baby girl, would you be my wife forever?” he said, which made Arli gasp as she now slowly opened her eyes to see Eddie kneeling before her, seeing the small black box that contained the ring inside.

She noticed that they also decorated the room with some red and white candles while the bed had two bouquets of roses. And in between the flowers was a medium size black box with a nice dark blue bow on the top. She then looked back at Eddie fearfully, anticipatingly waiting for Arli’s reply.

“Is that the face of disappointment or excitement?” Venom then said this Eddie felt more anxious waiting to see what Arli would say about his proposal.

“Eddie, baby, this… this such all such a big shocker. I… I don’t know what to say to this love. This is so, so gorgeous. I love it and yes, I do so deeply want to be yours forever, Eddie Brock,” Arli said, can’t help holding back the smile and excitement building inside of her.

Eddie felt his heart relax as he let out a small chuckle that he was holding back all this time. He then stood up on his feet as he wrapped his enormous arms around her as he lifted her off the floor, twirling her around in 360.

“Haha, babe put me down please we might fall together,” she said as she continued to giggle as he then steadily placed her down on the bed next to her roses and gift.

“So it was the face of excitement. I knew that all along,” Venom said as Eddie then placed the ring on her finger, which fit perfectly as he hoped it would be.

“Yes V, it was the beautiful face of exhilaration,” Eddie said, caressing Arli’s hand, seeing the bright diamond ring on her finger as they kissed once again on the lips. 

They parted their lips away as Eddie handed over Arli’s gift, which she took with that bright smile she had on her face. She then untied the small bow from the top and in seconds took the lid off. 

“Eddie, you didn’t have to,” she said as she took out a 5 book set box of her favorite horror author. 

“You would always talk about this author so much that I got you this collection set. Do you like it, baby?”

“Like it? Babe, I Love It!!! Thank you so, so much and thank you Venom. You two are the best that I could ask for,” she said as she hugged Eddie around his neck as he placed a kiss on the side of her left cheek.

“Awww, she is cute. I might feel like I might cry,” Venom said as he turned Eddie’s left arm into his arm while hugging her and Eddie tightly between the three.

“I’m glad you loved them, my Arli. I’m happy that you loved everything that we gave you,” Eddie said, giving her another kiss on her cheek.

Arli leaned back as she placed the box set back into the box, setting it down on the carpet. She then grabbed the two bouquets of roses and settling them down with the box. She then placed a hard and soft kiss on Eddie’s plump lips, making him laid back on the soft white bed. Arli then let out a small moan between their lips as their tongue twirled lovingly. Eddie unbuttoned Arli’s black long blouse while their kiss continued. 

“Your so fucking hot baby, how did I get this lucky with you?” Eddie said as he kissed the side of her neck, making her moan out loud.

Arli helped Eddie get her blouse off from her, showing her dark red bra in front of him.

”Eddie, are you and Arli going to… do it again?” Venom nervously said, but Eddie didn’t listen to him as he was busy leaving a small hickey on Arli’s soft neck.

Eddie then squeezed her butt cheeks while kissing her between her tits Arli bit her bottoms lips at this reaction. 

“Baby, stop your teasing… make me your little slut tonight,” she said, as she helped Eddie take off his long sleeve gray shirt, revealing his muscular body in front of her. 

“Oh yeah? Do you want to talk dirty and make you be my naughty girl too? Alright baby, I’ll make you into one then. Get in your back,” he said as Arli got on her back while Eddie then undid her dark red bra, releasing her small and fleshy breasts. 

“I like when you let out her boobies. They always look yummy,” said Venom as Eddie then took in her right nipple as he playfully teased her left breast.

“Ohh fuck baby… hmmm yea,” Arli moaned feeling his teeth lightly biting and nibbling her right breast while he continued playing with her left breast.

He then made his way down to her stomach while caressing her right breast. He then unbuttoned her black jeans until he noticed Venom’s head popping out from him. 

“Guys… is it ok if I could join in?" Venom asked shyly. Arli then looked at Eddie, wondering if he felt comfortable if the black symbiote should join.

“V, if you want to join in with me and Eddie, you are more than welcome, just as long as you feel comfortable. I don’t want to see you do something that you don’t want to do, Eddie. Are you ok with this?” Arli said, wanting to be sure both boys agreed with her.

“Yeah, sure. Just if you do maybe get freaked out, V let us know, ok?” Eddie said as Venom nodded his head while Eddie finally unzipped Arli’s jeans.

“Arli, is it ok if I could lick your boobies?” Venom said as Eddie kissed Arli’s stomach, letting out a small whimper.

“Yes… Venom, that’s fine,” she said between moans, and Venom licked both of her breasts while Eddie removed her red panties, along with her black jeans.

Eddie planted kisses on both of Arli’s thighs, the symbiote, then licked the side of her neck. Her body filled with goosebumps while both Venom and Eddie gave her pleasures that she had never imagined before to feel. Eddie then twirled his tongue against her sensitive clit, making her gasp, and arched her back. The symbiote cupped her chin with one of his tentacles as he gave her a sweet kiss. Arli moaned between his mouth as she felt Eddie insert two fingers inside her warm core. 

“Oh, fuck you guys… yes, just like that,” she moaned out loud Venom then kissed and licked her lips while Eddie fucked her pussy with his fingers.

“You like that, don’t you, little bad girl?” Venom seductively said, caressing her tits with two of his tentacles, making her whimper out of control.

“Eddie, V… oh god yes don’t stop,” Arli said as she grabbed softly on Eddie’s brown locks as he tongued and fucked her continuously on her pink flower.

She felt she was about to reach her climax until Eddie then sat on his knees, removing his fingers away from her wet core.

Arli and Eddie then clasped into each other’s lips, tasting her own sweet juices off from his lips. Venom then unzipped Eddie’s pants as the two couples continued to kiss passionately and lovingly. Eddie was now laying on his back. Arli in no time kissed her way down towards where she wanted her mouth to be.

Eddie let out small moans while feeling her delicious wet lips trail down to his abdomen. He felt her hands slowly undo his jeans, along with his black boxers. Venom cupped her face with his tentacle again, giving her another small kiss.

“Hey, hey V, she’s mine. Take it easy,” Eddie said as he watched both his beautiful fiance and his best pal making out in front of him.

“Jealous much Eddie? Consider that she is ours now,” the creature said, giving a smirky smile Arli just giggled at this.

“Boys, boys, I love you both equally. I mean it a lot. Eddie sweetheart, you want me to suck that lovely cock of yours?” she said with a cheeky smile, wrapping her hands softly between his erected hard cock.

“Oh Arli babe, I want that so fucking much. Don’t make me wait anymore longer and fuck me with your mouth please,” he said as he felt her sucking on the top of his dick, letting out a hot moan.

Venom felt the vibration through Eddie, loving how pleasurable and amazing it felt as she continued to suck his cock. Eddie grabbed a fist full of Arli’s light brown hair as she bobbed her head up and down at a steady pace.

“Oh, fuck… shit… yes R, just… oh fuck, please don’t stop,” Eddie whimpered, tightening his fist on her hair while Venom let out a pleasing groan.

“Yes, yes Arli, this tingling feeling you’re making us feel is so good,” Venom said as she massaged Eddie’s balls with her left hand, making both boys moan at the same time.

“Fuck… I might cum,” Eddie burst, feeling his insides building up little by little.

Arli came to a brief halt, feeling drips of her saliva streaming down on the corner of her mouth, hearing Venom whine at her stopping giving head.

“Hehe, don’t worry Venom, the best part of having sex is just beginning,” Arli said, getting on top of Eddie giving him another wet kiss on his lips, tasting his own somewhat sweet cum.

“I can’t wait to feel that fluffy feeling while you guys fuck,” said the symbiote as Arli became to grind against Eddie’s length, hearing Venom moan at this feeling.

She then made herself get comfortable between him and her genitals until, not long after, Arli sank down on Eddie’s cock. Making all three couples moan in unison as she then rocked her hips back and forth. Eddie placed his hands on top of her hips as she continued her rhythmical thrusts against Eddie’s hard rock.

“Fucking hell baby… oh yeah, who is my little naughty girl?” Eddie demanded as he grabbed both of her breasts with his large hands while Venom kissed the side of her neck.

“Just like that, Arli, make us feel good and dirty,” Venom said against her left ear, sending chills down her spine as she picked up the pace. 

She moaned louder than Eddie’s cock was hitting the right places inside of her warm walls, feeling like she was above the clouds. As he thrust rocked faster and faster, Arli aggressively kissed her soon-to-be husband’s lips. Groaning and moaning between their lips as Eddie now thrust his cock upwards against her small, tight pussy. Venom liked this new pleasuring feeling as he then fingered her clit with the tip of one of his tentacles. This made Arli fall off the edge, feeling her climax was about to burst soon.

“Eddie… Venom, FUCKKK!!!!” she moaned out, feeling both their orgasms burst as Eddie rocked out his semen inside of her warm canal.

Not long after, Eddie, Arli, and Venom felt relaxed catching their breaths while she rested on top of Eddie’s chest. Hearing his now steady relaxed heartbeats, while he caressed his hand up and down behind her back. Venom then gave a small kiss on top of Arli’s head as he removed a small lock of her hair behind her right ear.

“Arli, do you feel ok? You don’t feel hurt or anything that seems wrong?” Venom said while Eddie placed a kiss on top of her head, feeling his warm chest rising up and down on the side of her face.

“I feel good Venom. I got to say that was the best sex that we three have ever had. We should do it more often in the future, which I enjoyed ever so much. My boys, where would I be if I didn’t have you two in it in my life? I’m grateful for the two of you so much. Thank you for everything tonight,” Arli said, feeling her eyes drooping off to sleep while hearing both boys say “you're welcome,” in unison.

“Arli, are you sleeping? Eddie is she awak-.”

”Shh V, she is sleeping. Let’s not make too much noise. Either way, I’m beat too. We should all go to bed, still my birthday gift was better than yours,” Eddie said as he pulled up the white blankets over his and Arli’s body, giving her another kiss on her forehead.

”No, mine was much more delicious and edible than those red plant things, the silver ring and those small covers you humans call “books,” Venom said in a little tantrum which Eddie ignored as he closed his eyes while a big smile was glued to his face.

“I got no time for this and I’m going to ignore you now, so goodnight V,” he said as he hugged Arli close to him, hearing a low hum coming out from her.

I love you so much, my Arli Brock.”

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My Father's daughter pt1

Summary: After the disastrous gala, you get an unexpected visit from your “mother”and her family. 

A/n: Hello so I feel like the mom character should have a name, so from here on out, your mother's name is Christine. Also i hope y’all like this one cause i feel like it’s going kinda slow.

Growing up was rough. 

Because your mother decided that you and Tony weren’t worth the effort, you had to mature pretty quickly. You’re father had fallen into this deep depression, where he can barely take care of himself. You had to make sure that your father woke up on time for meetings, made sure he ate, drank water, and inevitably had to make sure that he didn’t choke on his own vomit when he got shitfaced. 

Needless to say, you were very mature for nine years old.

But then, a light in the form of Virginia Potts came into your lives. She saw the way you had taken on the role of Tonys caregiver, and was heartbroken. At first she thought it was just pure negligence from Tonys end, but as she spent more time with the both of you, she realized that Tony loved you more than anything in this world. So she stuck around. 

At first you were weary of her. Not really trusting towards older woman, or motherly figures as you were scorned once. But she never gave up. Not on you or your father. No, she stayed even when you would run away on under her watch. She stayed even when you would try and steal your fathers cars for a quick joy ride through Manhattan. And she stayed when you broke down after your mother had people come pick up all her belongings from the Tower, not bothering to come herself and say goodbye. 

She didn’t leave. She held you as you screamed and sobbed as the men packed away everything she owned. She held you even when you squirmed and scratched at her arms to get away. And she held you as you gave up and silently cried then eventually fell asleep, tightly clutching her midsection. 

That's when you started to come around. You stopped running away whenever your father would leave you with her, wouldn’t talk back when she asked you to pick up a mess, and you even helped her out when some creep intern decided to put the moves on her during a company meeting. 

It wasn’t until your father went missing when you truly saw her as someone you could trust. It was the worst three months of your life.  Another parent gone suddenly from your life. You were relocated to mansion in Malibu, a big empty place where the halls echoed as you walked through them. ANd you had thought that Pepper was going to stay back in New York, she wasn’t your assistant after all. You were shocked to see her at the airport, suitcase in tow with a determined look.

Seeing the look of surprise on your face she stated,

“ I’m not going to let you do this alone.” ,then grabbed your hand to lead you through terminal.

You were grateful that she only acknowledged your tears when you were in the privacy of the private jet. She rubbed your back as you let the tears run down your face. The whole three months that you were in her care, your perspective changed.

She asked about your day, made sure you ate, tucked you in and held you whenever you had nightmares. With in that three month period, Pepper showed you what it was like to have a mother again. And she never let you down. 

Then your dad came home, and your family was complete. You were ecstatic when they started dating and even more so when your father announced that they were going to get engaged.

And even though it took years, you finally trusted Pepper enough to see her as your mother. You were happy. 

Which is why you were extra pissed when you came home from your mother-daughter day and saw your biological mother with Bruce Wayne in the common room. They were sitting on the couch and were getting glared at by the Avengers that were home from missions,(Natasha, Steve, and Sam). 

“Dad, what’s going on?” You ask, looking past the hopeful and curious gazes from the couch. 

“Kid, I think you better sit down.” Tony said through slightly clenched teeth. His face was grim, as he looked past you and made eye contact with Pepper. They had a silent conversation with their eyes, and she nodded. She squeezed your shoulders and took your bags, then with a quick glare she had the rest of the room cleared except for the four of you. 

You took a seat across from your mother, Christine and Bruce. She sent a smile your way and was met with a blank look, “ Dad, what’s going on?”

He sighs and makes his way over to were you were seated, “I don’t know, Christine, maybe you should explain.” 

His tone indicated that he knew why she was here, but wanted her to sound stupid. Pepper came over and sat on the t other side of you. 

Christine glanced at the Pepper and cleared her throat, “Perhaps should be kept between family?”

You scoffed, “ Considering that Pep has been around longer than you ever have been, you have no right to decide who’s family to me and whos not.” 

You see Pepper sit up straighter with pride and mother slump. 

You sigh, “ What are you doing here?” 

She looks at Bruce, who you honestly forgot was still there, “ Y/n...I want you to come home with us.” 

A silence filled the room. You felt Pepper tense up at the words and saw your dads and clench into a fist. 

You however just stared in utter disbelief. 

“What.” 

“I know it's far fetched.” Your mother starts, ignoring your scoff, “ But i really do think it would benefit you to come to Gotham with us, and get to know your siblings!” 

You were seething. 

“My siblings? You mean the family that you left us for.”

“Y/n that’s not-”

“No, You think that you can just waltz into my home, after nine years of absolutely no contact, no birthday cards, not even a text to let me know that you were alive, and expect me to what? Just welcome you into open arms? Leave MY family and go live with you?? Really?”  You say with a scoff.

“Y/n there is a ot of factors you are not considering” Bruce chimes in for the first time.

You turn your glare onto him, “ And what you’re just okay with the fact that your wife has a whole other child who she just fucking abandoned?

“Language.” Your father mutters causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Well, I can’t say this didn’t come as a shock.” Bruce states, “ But, I also know that I love my wife, and that I would welcome you to our home.”

Your throat was hurting with the amount if times you’ve scoffed, “ And I appreciate that, really, but I would never leave my family. Especially not for her.”

Christine's eyes start to tear up, “ Y/n please, a girl needs her mother.”

Those words triggered the anger inside you. Your blood boiled and you can tell that she knew she messed up. 

“Oh? Is that right? What about when I was six and I waited for you to come and take me to that mother's day dance, only you never showed up and I went with my nanny. Or when I was eight and you promised that you would take me to get my ears pierced but then you got a phone call and left so dad took me?” 

You saw the tears run down her face as Bruce looked like he was thinking about something.

“Oh and what about when I was nine. I was nine and you promised to take me to the park. You remember that? Cause I do.” 

Tony tenses next to you, knowing what you were about to say.

“Y/n I can never apologize enough but-” You cut her off

“I was NINE and your promised to take me to the park” You continue, “ But you left. And this time you didn’t come back.” You finish and lean forward, “ Tell me, why the HELL would you think that I would want to come live with you and your fucking family?”

The room was once again engulfed in a tense silence. The only sounds were the sniffling of your mother. 

“You’re my baby girl...my petal. I love you and always have...” She starts, “ My biggest regret is leaving you that day and you have to know that Y/n.”

You feel tears start to rise, a knot in your throat. 

Peppers hand squeezes yours and you calm down and say

“Then you’re gonna have to learn to live with it.” 

Then you stand up and walk right out of the room. Leaving the adults and marching straight to the training rooms to let out some steam. 

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Back in the common room, a tense silence weighed on the adults. It seemed like no one knew exactly what to say, or they didn’t want to speak up.

Only when Tony cleared his throat did Christine speak up again.

“I didn’t come to cause any trouble.” she said quietly.

“What did you think would happen?”Tony says crossing his arms, “Surely you didn’t expect her to leave with you?”

“No Tony I didn’t. I just thought she would’ve considered it. I am still her mother.”

Pepper snorted, causing the attention to turn to her.

Christine's eyes narrowed, “ And who exactly are you to my daughter?”

Tony tensed, knowing not to mess with Pepper especially when it came to you. He sat back and waited for mamma bear to come out.

Pepper sent a glare her way, “ Me? I’m just the woman who has been raising her for the past nine years.”

Before Christine can get another word on Pepper continued on,

“ I don’t know who you think you are, but you have put Y/n and Tony through a lot of turmoil throughout the years. And now you think you can come in here and demand forgiveness from them?? That’s not happening.”

Bruce started to speak up, “I understand the pain you're family must have gone through, and I am sorry about my...unknowing participation, but Christine is willing to work on her relationship with her daughter.”

Now Tony started speaking, “why? Why now? Y/n is practically an adult, she doesn’t need you anymore. Not like she did before.”

“I’m her mother.” Christine said stubbornly, “ She’ll always need her mother.”

“And she has one. Just not you.” Pepper said standing from her spot, “ I think it’s time for you two to leave. I have to go comfort MY daughter.”

And with that Pepper made her way to the door where you disappeared, knowing exactly where you are. But before she left, she turned and said

“It was lovely to meet you Mrs. Wayne”

and left, leaving Tony to show them to the elevator.