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roanniom · 9 months

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What Comes After

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: When Steve waits too long after you give birth to initiate sex, you take matters into your own hands.

Note: I know very very little about pregnancy and the aftermath. Most of this comes from what I read in other fics, what I’ve vaguely heard from my friends, and a 5 min google search about lactation. Sorry in advance if this is incorrect.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, angst that resolves, mentions of pregnancy / babies / parenthood, PIV/unprotected sex, lactation during sex

After you give birth to your baby, you completely assumed Steve would be itching to ravish you the minute your doctor gave the all clear. In fact, you’d been mentally preparing yourself for that since before you went into labor. Those first few weeks afterwards were as rough as people had warned you and then some, but you couldn’t imagine it without your Steve.

Steve who was there beside you for absolutely everything. Late night feedings, mid day crying sessions, general panic attacks about how to do anything right for the first time, really. You’d wake up to hear him in the next room, holding and rocking your daughter back to sleep, his hushed voice soothing her whimpers and in turn lulling you back to rest.

It’s not that you thought the man capable of being such a loving, gentle partner in this new stage of life would turn into some ravenous monster at the first suggestion of sex. It’s just that he’d always been such an attentive, eager, enthusiastic lover, and that had only magnified as your pregnancy had gone on. Your hormones had made you insatiable, especially toward the end. Steve had very much gotten used to you needing to use him like a toy often - sometimes multiple times a day. So it just stands to reason that he would be absolutely itching to get back to it.

But the day of your follow up doctor's appointment came and went and...nothing. You'd come home and let him know the good news, a way smile on your face as you braced for his celebration. Steve had just looked at you over the baby's head where he had her cradled to his chest and smiled.

"Glad to hear you're healing up right, sweetheart!"

And that was that.

You'd assumed maybe he was holding himself back for your daughter's sake. So that night you'd climbed into bed wearing something slightly nicer than the long flowy nightgowns you'd taken to sporting the last few months. You applied a bit of perfume at your pulse points and rubbed a little lotion on your legs. Steve walked in shortly after running a final sweep of the apartment, making sure everything is off and locked up (he's fallen perfectly into the protective father stereotype), and when he crossed the threshold you beamed at him.

"Look at you. All smiley and beautiful and cozy," Steve cooed, sliding into bed beside you. His arms encircled you and pulled you against his body and again, you felt yourself steeling your nerves, ready for the inevitable escalation. So much so that you leaned up to initiate yourself, pressing your lips against your husband's throat. Steve hummed against your ministrations before doing the last thing you thought he'd do - he kissed the top of your head and turned you in his arms, nestling you into a warm, firm grip.

"Good night, baby. Love you," he whispered in your ear.

And that was that.

You'd been pretty surprised by the lack of action. A little rattled actually. But as Steve's breathing evened out and his arms around you became heavier with sleep, you'd reminded yourself that you hadn't really felt ready anyway. Your feelings of rejection assuaged, you'd allowed sleep to take you with him.

However, as the weeks wore on, you were less and less able to ignore the nagging feeling.

With each passing day that your husband didn't initiate sex, you began worrying more and more that he didn't want you anymore. Your postpartum hormones had you feeling wildly unfounded emotions, and you had to keep reminding yourself that they were unfounded because the evidence of Steve's actions didn't line up with your suspicions.

Steve was nothing but physical with you in the aftermath of the birth of your daughter. Constantly coming up behind you and wrapping you in his arms. Constantly showering your face and neck with kisses when he entered any room. Pulling you down to sit in his lap when you finally put the baby down for a nap or for the night. His hands were on you at all times.

Not to mention the fact that you had woken up multiple times in the middle of the night (needing to pee) to the feeling of his hard cock nestled against your curves, his arms pulling you that much tighter against him when you tried to get up.

All of these mixed messaged led to you feeling extremely confused. So much so that you did the first thing you could think of besides confronting the issue head on (because of course you weren't going to ask Steve directly, that would be too mature).

"Why hasn't he...what?!" Eddie's eyes practically bulge out of his head in response to your question. You narrow your eyes at him in contrast.

Steve has run out to get some Chinese food since "Uncle Eddie" has come over for a movie night. The different members of the gang have been coming over each weekend to help you two out and also give you a much needed dose of friendship normalcy. Eddie is sitting on your couch, your daughter in his arms, as you sit beside him with your arms crossed.

"Why hasn't he fucked me since I gave birth?" you repeat expectantly. Eddie does his best to cover the baby's ears.

"There is literally a child - your child - present, you slut," Eddie accuses in a stage whisper. You laugh out loud at that.

"First of all, she can't understand a single word that's being said. And second of all, you can't call me a slut in front of my child." You move to smack him but Eddie ducks, giving you a cheeky smile.

Eddie might be really close with Steve, but you'd very much stolen him as a best friend in your own right. As it stands, Steve has Robin and you have Eddie, that's pretty much the loyalty line. So you attempt to lean on that loyalty to solve your problem.

"C'mon, Eds," you pout. "I'm really dying here."

Eddie's eyes go wide again and he puts his hand back over your sleeping daughter's exposed ear, pressing her other ear further against his chest.

"You're really missing dick that bad?" he whispers. You shrug.

"Not just dick. Steve's dick." It comes out in a whine that has Eddie chuckling. "I'm just worried he doesn't want -,"

"Well shut right the fuck up," Eddie cuts you off with an emphatic shake of his head. "It definitely isn't that he doesn't want you."

"Aha. So you do know more than you were letting on. Spill, Munson." You lean towards him and Eddie realizes he's gotten himself stuck in something he would rather have avoided. He scratches his head with his free hand.

"It's nothing. Really. It's..."

You stare daggers into him and his shoulders sag.

"He's really scared of hurting you."

You blink at that.

"Hurting me?"

Eddie looks extremely uncomfortable, shifting in his seat and looking down at the baby before looking back up at you.

"He read one of those baby books and it said that husbands can...you know...get amorous too soon and..."

You laugh incredulously, but Eddie looks like he wants to jump out of the second story window of your apartment.

"You're laughing, but he mentioned it to Robin and Robin said that it was 100% true and that he could...I don't know...rip you open or some shit-"

"Eddie!" you cut your friend off before he can make himself any more uncomfortable. "I mean, yes. It's true. But I've been cleared by the doctor. It's been like...months since that would have been something to worry about."

Eddie raises an eyebrow at that. The baby fusses quietly in his arms and he automatically bounces his knee to rock her just slightly, soothing her. Despite the nature of your conversation, the whole image melts your heart.

"Look, princess," Eddie says quietly, pulling out his long-used nickname for you. "Steve loves you pretty much more than any one human can possibly love someone. And you know I hate complimenting that asshole."

You snort in response but he continues.

"I'm sure it's killing him, too, to not be...intimate. Have you talked to him about it?"

"I told him that the doctor said it was okay..." you reply, kind of avoiding the question. Eddie groans, dropping his head against the back of the couch.

"This isn't one of those things where you come to me for help and I find out you haven't even tried doing anything to fix it first, is it?"

"Edward Munson, how could you ask me that?" you ask with faux insult. Eddie rolls his head to the side to look at you.

"I can ask you that because of the time you thought Steve wanted to just be friends with you and instead of talking to him you cried to me."

"That's - "

"And that time you thought he'd been sneaking around behind your back, even though all he was doing was planning his proposal."

"Okaaay, Eddie."

"And the time - ,"

"Alright shut up," you snap, not holding back your laughter. You bite your lip and look back at your friend holding your baby, the product of your love with Steve. You chew on the inside of your cheek. "Fine. Maybe I need to do something myself."

"Ya think?" Eddie asks with a grin that says he's way too pleased with himself.

"But you're going to help me."

Eddie's smile turns into an overdramatic frown.

"Why do I have to do anything? It's your sex life, slut."

"Because you love me," you say simply, batting your eyelashes. Eddie goes to respond but in that exact moment your daughter decides to wake up, stretching and giving the cutest tiny yawn in the entire world, melting the metal head in front of you. He glances up at you begrudgingly and then kisses the baby on her nose. Gazing down at her, he coos.

"Guess I'm gonna help your mommy get laid. Again."

~*~

It's about a week later by the time your plan can finally be put into action.

Steve comes home at the end of a long Friday at Family Video, ready to spend the night with his two girls. He runs in the door of your shared apartment and heads straight to the nursery so quickly he doesn't have enough time to register his surroundings. The dimmed lights, the lit candles, the soft music playing. When he reaches the nursery and finds the crib empty, however, Steve's blinders come off.

"Honey? Honey where are you?" Steve asks, calling out and walking back into the living room, unsettled.

That’s when you step out of your bedroom, leaning against the doorway in a silky robe.

“Right here, Stevie.”

Steve’s jaw drops open at the sight of you, all the air knocked from his lungs. He blinks rapidly. Seemingly unable to process what’s going on.

“Baby…?”

“She’s with Joyce and Hopper for the night,” you reply, though you know the pet name was for you and not a question about your daughter. Steve looks around the room as if taking the state of it in for the first time, but also as if he is slightly aimless without a baby to care for.

“That’s…wow. Is it too soon? It’ll be weird not putting her to bed,” Steve says, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

You know what he means. When Eddie had come to get her earlier this afternoon, you’d felt like your heart was being ripped from your body. But looking at your husband right now - feeling the chasm between you close as his eyes rake down your body - you know it was the right thing to do.

"We needed a night to be grown ups. Don't you think, Steve?" you ask, pushing off from the doorway. Your silk robe slips open, revealing a gauzy babydoll night dress that hits right at your upper thigh. You swear Steve turns a shade of red you've never seen in a matter of seconds. You can hear an audible swallow as you move into Steve's space, tugging at his Family Video vest till it falls off his shoulders and onto the floor. "You want that, too, don't you?"

You don't give him a second to respond. Instead you crawl your fingers up under his shirt, grasping at his sides to pull him to you as you big to kiss the side of his neck. The shuddering inhale is a good indication of the effect you're having on him, followed immediately by the way his arms encircle your body.

This is what you've wanted. What you've needed. What you've craved every night as you laid beside your doting, sweet, silly husband, desperate for a touch he hadn't necessarily deprived you of, but a touch which you needed more more more.

"Honey." He says it like a prayer. Like a question to be answered. You pull back from his skin long enough to look up and find his face a storm of emotion. Love and lust and worry swirl together, but before you can move to comfort or question him, his lips are on yours. Kissing you for all he's worth. For all you're worth. For all the two of you are worth combined.

The kissing never stopped. That wasn't something he'd been holding back from you these past few months. But clearly he'd been holding back in intensity, because there's something all-consuming about the way Steve is kissing you now. It has you gasping for air in the mere seconds of reprieve he gives you before he's back to devouring your mouth, his hands roaming all over the body he'd spent so long treating with kid gloves.

You're the one who begins walking backwards, leading him into the bedroom without pulling away from the kiss. It's easy to forget about the other plans you'd made for the evening. The bottle of wine on the counter, the meal on the table. You'd assumed you might have to wine and dine Steve. Get him a little loose and convince him to ravish you. You hadn't expected him to crumble like this or to become as nonverbal as he has since he walked in the door. Your usually talkative man has dissolved into nothing but pants and grunts as he tries his best to get his lips and hands on every part of you he can.

When the backs of your knees hit the bed and you pull him down on top of you, however, he does finally seem to come to his senses.

"We...oh fuck. We don't have to do anything, honey," Steve mutters, albeit into your lips.

"Wanna do everything, Stevie," you say in response, grabbing his hands and placing them back on your swollen breasts. Steve groans into your jaw this time but is more successful in his attempt to pull away.

"Sweetheart, we should slow down."

"No, we shouldn't," you say, a bit more indignant this time. Realizing that Steve is no longer putting any of his body weight on you, you panic and do the first thing that comes to mind - you yank him down and then twist so that his back is against the mattress so you can clamber on top of him.

"Honey, what are you - ?"

"Steve. I need you to fuck me. And if you’re worried you’re gonna hurt me, just forget about it because I’ve been healed for months at this point and you know it.”

You know your eyes must be shining with unshed tears at this point so you do your best to blink them away, hoping they aren’t visible to Steve in the low light. But of course he notices. It’s Steve.

He immediately sits up so he can be face to face as you straddle him, his large hands coming to cup your face like you’re so delicate you’ll break.

“I just…the books said…you were in so much pain after the birth…”

Steve looks way more lost than you’ve ever seen him, his hair tousled from your hands and his eyes darting everywhere in discomfort before resting back on yours. You wait for him to continue but he doesn’t so you squeeze his biceps.

“Steve. You have to tell me these things that you’re worried about.”

“I know…” he tries to dismiss you, looking away. It makes you grab his chin.

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” you finally say plainly. Steve’s eyes stop looking for anywhere else to rest, instead flying to your face and blowing wide. He opens his mouth but you keep going. “I thought you weren’t attracted to me anymore. That you didn’t see me in that way…”

“Honey, stop,” Steve says, speaking forcefully for the first time all night. For the first time in months. “That’s crazy. You know that? You know you’re talking crazy, right? Like certifiably insane.”

“Steve…”

“How could you say that? Are you out of your mind?” His voice raises a bit as he gets more riled up. It makes you bite your lip.

“Don’t…don’t belittle…” you can feel the flood of emotion starting to surge to the surface, the dam much quicker to break these days since you gave birth. Steve grips you tighter, hand on the back of your neck to force you to look at him.

“I’m not belittling your fears. You are belittling my love for you if you think for one second that I’m not attracted to you anymore. That I don’t fall in love with you again every single time I lay eyes on you. That I don’t want you with every dumb molecule in my being. And I know I was shitty in science class but I know thats a lot of fucking molecules. You’re belittling my feelings if you don’t think I want to keep my hands on you every waking minute and that it kills me that that’s not possible. That I don’t get out of bed really early each morning and jerk off in the shower just because I had you in my arms all night.”

A wet chuckle comes out of you unbidden. The corner of Steve’s mouth quirks up but his brow remains furrowed.

“You have to tell me when you’re worried about things, honey,” he says quietly as he rests his forehead against yours.

“Isn’t that literally what I just said to you?” you scoff incredulously. Steve leans back and finally gives you a lopsided smile.

“Well not exactly. I’m sure I changed the words a little bit.”

“Steve Harrington, that is word for word—,”

You’re cut off when Steve closes the gap between you with a kiss. There’s not once ounce of protest left in you. You are starved for his affection. Greedy to consume and be consumed. You kiss him back with everything you have. It is heated and wet and hard and everything that you have been needing. You push and he gives. Allowing you to pressure him down so his back is once again against the bed.

You’re grinding against him now and it’s so good. A triumphant zing runs down your spine at the feeling of how thick and hard he is for you, reciprocating all of your feelings and reinforcing all of his words.

Steve Harrington wants you.

The father of your child and the love of your life.

Your Steve.

When Steve’s lips migrate down over the slope of your jaw to suck at your pulse, you moan loudly. The feeling of suction travels all the way through your body to the space between your legs and before you can do anything to counter it, you’re rocking back and forth against Steve in search of any friction possible.

“Steve. Please,” you practically sob out. He puts his hands on either side of your face but before he can say anything, you continue whimpering. “Please, Steve. Just give me something, anything—,”

“Shh, honey,” Steve says, kissing your heated face. “You don’t have to beg. I’m so sorry to have made you think you ever have to beg. For anything.”

The next series of events plays out in slow motion. Both because it’s the culmination of all of your hopes and wishes for the last few months and because Steve moves incrementally. Gently.

“We’re gonna take this slow, honey,” Steve says quietly as he rolls so that you’re the one on your back, your head propped up on pillows. He grabs one additional pillow and lifts your hips up so that they are elevated by the cushion.

“We don’t—,” you try to interrupt but Steve hushes you again, not unkindly.

“Baby, I’ll bend you over and fuck you so hard the neighbors call 911 again soon,” he chuckles and you cringe at the memory of one of the best nights of sex of your life. Steve takes a shuddering breath, looking down at you spread out for him. “But tonight…we’re gonna do this slow. For both of us.”

Big hands slide the hem of your babydoll nightgown up, revealing your naked pussy which immediately receives attention. Steve presses two fingers to your clit and begins to go in tried and true circular motions.

“I’m just saying. We could go faster…oh.” You’re cut off when one of Steve’s fingers slides all the way into you, causing your eyes to roll back. Steve chuckles and leans forward to kiss your exposed throat.

“Baby, I need to go slow. Don’t you get it?” he mutters into your skin. He moves his finger in and out of you slowly. “You’re acting like you’re the only one who hasn’t been fucked in months.”

The perspective has you preening, but before you can dig into that further, Steve presses the weight of his body on you and you’re a goner.

It’s all weight and skin and sweat and the skim of flesh on flesh and moans and warm breath.

You begin to forget where Steve ends and you begin. You both are one raw nerve ending, spurred on by gasps and rubs and moans. As someone whose patience had seemingly run out, you’re surprised to realize how easy it is to lose track of time with your lover so lost in you, and you in him. You don’t know how long it is that you revel in touch and pressure and heat before you feel him prodding at your entrance. Swollen and hot and and hard and needy and yours.

“Ready, baby?” Steve asks. He sounds far away, but you make sure to muster up eye contact so you can assure him as much as possible.

“Ready, Steve.”

He pushes in slow, and you’re pleased to confirm that you were right. You are ready for him. For this. There’s no discomfort. Just the inevitable sting of his size invading you in every way.

“Oh fuck,” you say quietly. Steve pulls out and then drives back in, more firm this time. You squeeze your eyes shut. “Oh fuck, fuck.”

“Get it all out, baby,” Steve says with a roguish grin. “Say whatever you need to tonight. Don’t want to be all foul mouthed with our daughter around.”

You know he’s joking but you roll your eyes.

“Well Eddie Munson called me a slut in front of our daughter the other day, so—,”

“He WHAT?!” Steve stops immediately, eyes wide. You laugh and grab at his ass, trying to force him to start moving again.

“It’s nothing. Just a joke. Come on, keep going!”

“You saying he called you a slut was a joke or him calling you a slut was the the joke?” Steve asks warily, but he does slowly begin thrusting back into you.

“The second one. I mean the first. I mean both - ah!” you gasp at the feeling of Steve nudging against a delicious spot inside you. Your nails dig deep into his arm. “Oh god.”

“Am I going to have to limit Eddie’s family privileges?” Steve jokes, knowing fully well that Eddie is yours just as much as Robin is his. You’re squinting up at him, brow furrowed. It’s adorable.

“Can you stop talking about Eddie Munson while you’re making me feel like this?” you ask.

“Hey, you’re the one who brought him up.”

You don’t dignify that with a response. Instead you surrender yourself to the pleasure melting through your bloodstream. Steve can see it on your face. It makes his ego swell in that way it always used to. A boyish grin splits his face and his hips pick up the pace.

“Making you feel like this, huh?” He quotes you. “Feels good?”

“Yeah. So good.”

“This what you wanted? Just wanted me to fuck you like old times?”

“If it was - oh god - like old times we’d both be drunk and fooling around in the bathroom at the - fuck - Hideout,” you try to say, though you’re interrupted by your own moans.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve says, leaning down and sucking on your throat again. There will definitely be marks, but you don’t have it in you to care or reprimand him. “I’m drunk on you right now.”

“Steve…,” you whisper. The name cracks in your throat when he snakes his hand down to play with your clit.

“Sounds like you’re drunk, too, baby - oh.”

The tone of his “oh” is different from his earlier teasing and you look down. Two wet spots have formed in the silk nightgown over your breasts.

“Shit. Shit,” you whine.

“Is that…”

“I’m lactating. I’m lactating during sex, Steve.” You have your hands slapped over your eyes to hide you away from the mortification of the moment.

“It’s ok. Hey. Hey! It’s okay.” Steve is chuckling, but his hands do their best to peel yours away from your eyes. Your crumpled face makes his heart hurt so he kisses your cheeks. “Baby, it’s okay. You were feeling good, right?”

“Yeah…but…”

“There’s no but. That’s all that matters,” Steve says definitively before dropping a more insistent kiss on your lips. His tongue delves into your mouth, his fingers winding in your hair. He’s trying to distract you. And it’s working, because soon your hips are rolling, trying to get him to start thrusting back into you again.

Steve finally pulls back, his hand gentle on your jaw.

“Do they hurt?” he asks quietly, glancing down at your breasts and back up.

“They’re a bit achey, yeah,” you admit. He leans down and presses a kiss to the valley between them. Your breath catches at the feeling. Steve hand comes up to cup one gingerly and you bite your lip. “Maybe don’t touch my nipples too much. Sensitive.”

“Of course, baby,” Steve agrees. He sits up higher, propping himself up with a hand by your head so that he’s leaning over you but has the leverage to pick up his thrusts again. Before long the feeling of him bottoming out inside you has you releasing a steady stream of moans. “Seems like you’re sensitive all over, huh?”

“Mmmmyeah,” you confirm, eyes shut tight against the pleasure.

Steve can feel your pussy start to clamp down on him. It’s his favorite feeling in the world - one his own fist could never hope to replicate. The apparent nearness of your orgasm spurs him on more than any aphrodisiac and he begins panting openly, his hips picking up speed.

“You’re close, I know you are, honey.”

You just nod furiously, practically beyond words as you grip his biceps for all you’re worth. Steve lets out a breathless chuckle.

“I know, me too, honey. You gotta cum for me, okay?”

“Steve…” you gasp out, peering up at him through lust hazed eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t…don’t make me go this long again,” you say weakly. “Please.”

Steve’s heart absolutely splinters at the way you say it. He drops himself even lower against you, his thrusts taking on a even harder, more intentional quality.

“I won’t. I promise,” Steve says hoarsely right into your ear, his lips mouthing at the lobe as he does so. “I’ll fuck you right, baby. You’ll see. You’ll never have to ask again.”

You spasm in his arms shortly after Steve makes that promise to you. He’s not far behind, especially not with the way you cry out his name like is both a prayer and and answer to one. He spills into your still quaking walls with a guttural groan that you do your best to swallow, somehow not satiated by the sex alone. You need to consume Steve’s being.

~*~

What comes after shouldn’t be your favorite part, but somehow it is. It’s the part where Steve holds you in his arms, sweaty and still shaking a little. Kisses pepper your temples and his breath fans over your face. After a while, a comedically timed stomach growl reminds you both that neither of you have eaten, so you finally stumble out to the kitchen, naked and draped over one another, to eat a meal.

It’s the part later in the evening where you try to suck Steve’s cock while watching tv, but he won’t let you because he won’t let the mother of his child bruise her knees (he’ll change his tune in a few weeks but it’s cute for now). Instead he drags you back to bed for the night and makes you cum on his tongue before fucking you once more and ensuring you have the heaviest sleep you’ve had in months.

It’s the part the next morning where you wake up with still a few hours to go before Eddie brings your daughter back from Joyce and Hopper’s. Where you wake up to your husband wrapped around you, his morning wood tucked between your thighs. This time you don’t hesitate in initiating yourself. Taking what you both want. Steve’s moans score your morning beautifully, while his cum paints the canvas of your belly and your face wears a self satisfied grin.

Your favorite part is having quiet cups of coffee in the kitchen. Holding hands as you wait for the toast to pop up. Reading the morning paper and handing Steve the comics section without having to be asked. Reaching a hand out to fluff his hair fondly when he reads out the most ridiculous panels.

Your favorite part is when Eddie brings your daughter back and you get to watch the light in Steve’s eyes magnify as he picks her up in his arms. He coos at her and she smiles and you sweat you ascend to heaven.

Eddie lingers in the doorway after Steve hoists the diaper bag and brings his precious cargo into the living room.

“So are you all…satisfied?” Eddie asks uncomfortably. You punch him in the shoulder but you’re unable to hide the massive smile on your face.

“Yes. Yes I am, thank you,” you reply, completely genuine. Eddie grins back at you, squeezing your hand.

“I’m happy for you, slut.”

You’re about to reply when you both freeze, surprised by a loud voice coming from the living room.

“EDWARD MUNSON, IF YOU CALL MY WIFE A SLUT ONE MORE TIME!”

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ladykailitha · 7 months

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Grief (A Friend Indeed) Part 1

Hello! Sorry it's been nothing but one-shots lately, but as I said in this post here I haven't abandoned anything, my life has just got a little crazy lately.

This was conceived because my sister's former mother-in-law passed away due to massive heart failure a week ago and I chose to write this story as a way with dealing it. I didn't know her well, but I did know her and that's enough I think to feel some grief at her passing. She was a year younger than my dad.

Summary: Eddie and Wayne have to go back to Kentucky when Eddie's grandmother (and Wayne and Al's mother) passes. Steve comes along when Eddie suggests that he would feel better if he came. Along the way they learn about each other's pasts and find out that they are each other's future.

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Eddie walked into the Family Video and had to stop and gaze fondly at the sight before him. Steve was draped over the counter reading a magazine and steadfastly ignoring the bell above the door that announced his arrival.

He got up to the desk and greeted affectionately, “Hey, Stevie.”

Steve bolted straight up and ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh hi, Eds. I didn’t realize that it was you.”

Eddie smiled for the first time in days.

Steve grinned back. “You know, a boy could start to think you were avoiding him. You know, since I haven’t seen you around in days.”

Eddie winced, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. “Sorry, man. I had family stuff.”

Steve’s teasing grin slid off his face. “Shit. I’m sorry. That was a dick move.”

Eddie waved his hands. “No, no. There was no way for you to know. In fact, that’s why I’m here. To make sure you don’t think that I’m avoiding you. Because I wouldn’t. You see Wayne and I have to go back to Ashland for a funeral.”

Steve’s already contrite expression softened further. “Oh, Eds. That’s awful. Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

Eddie’s eyes welled up and before the first tear could fall, Steve was over that counter and wrapping him up in his arms.

“I’ve got you, Eds,” Steve murmured. “I’m here now.”

Eddie sobbed and sobbed as Steve just gently rubbed his back until he calmed down enough to talk.

“It’s Uncle Wayne’s mom, my grandma,” he explained, clutching Steve’s shirt like a life line. “She was just the sweetest old lady and now she’s gone. I’m going to miss her.”

“Oh, Eds,” Steve murmured. “I’m sorry. That must just be awful for you. If there is anything I can do, just let me know.”

Eddie chuckled into Steve’s work vest. “Too bad you can’t come with. I think I’d feel braver about seeing all Dad’s family again if you were there.”

Steve grabbed his biceps and pushed him back gently. “Done.”

Eddie stuttered and sputtered. “Stevie, no...”

Steve picked up the phone on the counter and dialed a number. “Stevie yes.”

And Eddie watched in awe horror as Steve’s eyes suddenly welled up with tears and he rubbed his nose.

“Keith?” Steve said, his voice rough as if he had been doing the crying. “Yeah, I just got a call from my mom. My grandmother has died and I have to go to Kentucky for the funeral.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. He didn’t even know that Steve knew where Ashland was.

“Yeah, my mom is from Lexington,” Steve said with a wink at him. “A real southern belle. I’ve seen pictures of her debutante ball and everything.”

Eddie snorted, because of course she was.

“I would need at least a week,” Steve was saying. “With the reading of the will and all.”

Eddie scoffed. If there was a will, he very much doubted there would be anything as formal as a reading of the damn thing.

“Oh thank you so much,” Steve sniffled. “I’ll even call Robin and let her know about her needing to pick up a few shifts.”

And like that Steve had gotten the week off.

“And the award for best crocodile tears to get out of working goes to Steve Harrington!” Eddie said, waving his hands back and forth. “Holy shit, man, how did you do that?”

Steve snorted. “As any good actor will tell you in order to cry on command, you just need to think about something that makes you cry.”

Eddie frowned. “What did you think of?”

Steve just shrugged. “What time are you guys leaving?”

“Tomorrow, early,” he said. “But serious, dude, even after that stellar performance, you don’t really have to come. Take the week off. Enjoy life for a change.”

Steve shook his head. “I would just be at home worried about you. Don’t make me stay. Please. Not when you said you would feel better with me there.”

Eddie’s shoulders slumped as he gave in. “Of course I want you there, but I would be selfish to take you away from your family for so long. Robin, Dustin...the rest of the them all need you too.”

Steve sighed heavily. “You’re part of that family, Eds. And I’m not dumb enough to think that they aren’t going to make a run for it the second they’re able to. As they should. I have to live my own life and not be afraid to go places.”

Eddie threw his arms in the air. “I hate when you make sense.”

Steve grinned. “Now the only remaining question is which vehicle we’re taking, Wayne’s truck, your van, or my car?”

Eddie laughed. “God, Stevie. I am so glad you’re coming with me. I needed that. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Steve’s grin turned soft and fond. “Let’s hope you never have to find you.”

“Damn straight.”

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me,” Robin groused when Steve called her after Eddie left.

“What was I supposed to do when he asked?” Steve questioned, twirling the phone cord around his fingers. He leaned against the counter, keeping an eye on the door.

The last thing he needed was Keith finding out he fucked around after giving him the week off.

Robin scoffed. “Not go?” she questioned. “He obviously wasn’t serious about you coming with.”

"You know I would do the same for you," he said with a sigh. "For any of you. Plus his life has already been turned upside down enough, don't you think?"

Robin sighed. "I'm not really mad," she said. "It's just that this will be the longest we've been apart since the Russians under the mall."

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just think of it as a trial run for when you go to college."

"Yeah okay," she said resigned. "Just call me before you leave and again when you get there, okay?"

"Aye, aye, captain!" Steve said with a grin.

Robin giggled. "Shut up!" She paused for a moment. "I'll miss your stupid face, dingus."

“I’ll miss yours, too,” Steve said with a sigh. “I’ll call as often as I can okay?”

“You better.”

They talked a little bit longer until a customer came in and he had to hang up.

When he got home he started calling all the kids and packing for a week long trip. He wasn’t sure what he should bring in terms of clothes and ended up calling Eddie.

Eddie who laughed when he asked. “Just bring what you would normally wear this time of year.”

Steve chewed on his lip. “So I won’t get mercilessly teased about my preppy clothes?”

“Oh no, you will,” Eddie confirmed. “It’s just you don’t have to change yourself to fit in with a bunch of assholes who would make fun of you. Okay?”

Steve let out a slow breath and his anxiety went with it. He could handle that. Those assholes had never met a bitch like Steve Harrington before.

“Yeah, okay,” he said after a moment. “You and Wayne decide which vehicle we’re taking?”

“Yeah, he suggested we take his truck and your car,” Eddie said. “He knows he’s going to be taking a lot back and thinks your car will make it better than my van.”

“Sounds good,” Steve murmured, a little disappointed. “So who will you be riding with for the trip down?”

He could almost feel the grin from here. “With you, of course, darlin’.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah okay. What time do you need me at your house?”

There was a beat and then two before Eddie said, “I was thinking that you should spend the night so we could leave first thing in the morning.”

Steve’s heart sped up as his breath caught in his chest. “Yeah. Sure. That’s a good idea. I’ll show up at eight tonight, give myself a little bit more time to pack.”

“Sounds good,” Eddie replied. “Wayne suggested it because it’s a six hour drive and we want to leave as early as we can so it’s not too late when we get there.”

Steve felt a jumble of emotions at that statement. It was a relief that it was a practical reason, but at the same time it was a disappointment that it wasn’t Eddie’s idea.

He took a deep breath. “I hear that. I remember the trips to Lexington when I was kid before we started flying. They were a bitch.”

“It really surprises me that you have family in Kentucky. I don’t know why, a lot of people in Indiana do, it’s just...”

“Harringtons are so entrenched in Hawkins it’s weird to think we have connections outside of it?” Steve supplied.

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, that.”

“My parents met in college and I didn’t move to Hawkins until I was eight,” Steve said.

“Wait,” Eddie said. “No way. You aren’t a Hawkins native?”

Steve chuckled. “Nope. I’m more like you and Dustin then the Wheelers and the Byers. And the Sinclairs.”

“Huh,” Eddie said after a moment. “You certainly have hidden depths, my friend.”

“You have no idea,” Steve teased.

“Then I’ll just have to use this trip to dive deeper,” Eddie teased back.

“I have to pack, you dork,” Steve said fondly. “I’ll be over at eight.”

“See you then, Stevie.”

***

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You're worth finding

Please note that this explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

Trigger warning: Alcohol abuse.

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Pronouns: none, I think (anatomy: AFAB).

Requested by: @xpsidedownn

Summary: You and Gerard get into a terrible fight. They’re drinking in a worrying kind of way and all you want is to help them, but it doesn’t go down the way you want it to. You spend the evening looking for them and in the end, you make up.

A/n: This request has taken me aaaaaaaaages, and I’m so so so sorry. I’ve had the worst writers block and have been working my ass off both with uni and actual work. But it’s finally done.

Also, I'm switching up my writing. So, if you’ve read anything of mine maybe you’ve seen I’ve always written in third-person perspective. I don’t know why. However, that led to a lot of names, pronouns and (y/n)s, so I’ve decided to try first-person perspective. I hope y’all like it.

Second ”also”, I’m in no way trying to glamorise alcohol abuse, and I tried to be respectful about it. I fully understand it’s a very real disease and I’m in no way trying to portray it unfairly or disrespectfully. Still; if any of you feel like I’ve gotten something wrong or find it disrespectful, please let me know and I will do my best to alter the story or simply remove it.

Your timer beeped, letting you know it was time to start boiling pasta. The sauce to accompany it was already simmering in a pot beside the one now containing pasta. It smelled wonderful, you had to admit.

Gerard had had a very rough week, stressing a lot for tonight’s gig. In an ordinary situation, you would’ve been there to support them, as well as the rest of the band. Unfortunately, you had one hell of a cold and had spent most of the past few days in bed, accompanied by various medicines and wads of paper tissues.

Despite it all, you wanted to do something nice for Gerard. Dinner and a movie, at home edition. So you had made your way to the local supermarket, getting ingredients for their favourite pasta dish, as well as snacks and an unusually nice bottle of red wine.

When you got home, you had a shower and even dressed up just a little bit nicer than usual. And now you stood in the kitchen, just finishing up the last of the dinner preparations.

You looked toward the table. There were candles lit, a fresh bouquet of roses, and two glasses of red wine. Soft music played in the background, adding to the soft and romantic atmosphere.

You could hear a key being inserted into the lock. Or at least, it sounded like someone was trying to unlock the door. A few moments passed, and the struggle persisted. Your mind started wandering. It wasn’t the first time this happened. And as good as every time it did, Gerard was drunk beyond belief.

Your heart sank, and immediately your mood changed. You weren’t angry. Not at all. You were just worried about them. They had been drinking much more, and much more often lately. You knew something was wrong. Gerard probably knew it too, deep down somewhere. But they weren’t in a place to accept that or accept help. Not right now.

A few more moments passed by, and you decided to go let them in yourself. They almost fell inside as you opened the door. Clearly, they had been leaning against it while trying to find the right key and unlock the door.

You caught them in your arms and immediately smelled the alcohol on their breath. You wrapped your arms around them, holding them close. Even if this wasn’t what you had imagined, you were glad to have them home.

For a while, you just stood there, arms wrapped around each other. “Hi, honey,” you finally said and kissed them when you had let go of each other.

“Hi, you,” they answered, slightly swaying on the spot as you let go of them.

You tried not to let your brow furrow with concern as you looked at them. Still, they noticed. “It smells really nice. Have you been cooking?” they asked, in an attempt to cheer you up. But they were still swaying, their words were slurred, and it just broke your heart. It would’ve been one thing if they were drunk but otherwise in good spirits, but that sadness in their eyes worried you. You know that they hadn’t gotten drunk to celebrate another good gig, but rather to escape something, and it just killed you.

You smiled at them. “Thanks, Gee. Are you hungry?” you asked while lacing your fingers together. They nodded tiredly. You led them to the kitchen. It wasn’t many steps from the hallway to the kitchen, but they still almost crashed into a wall on your way there.

In the end, you decided just to sit them down on one of the chairs and serve them their food before getting your own. Before you sat down, Gerard had already emptied their glass of wine. You could feel the tears prickling behind your eyes.

“Honey, has something happened?” you asked them. Usually, they got drunk, but when they came home to you, they tried to dial it down. Not this time, though.

They looked at you with tired, empty eyes and said nothing. They just reached for the bottle and poured another glass. It was more than what you would usually pour into a glass of that kind. Especially for a somewhat romantic dinner. They lifted the glass to their lips.

“Gee, please, you have to talk to me,” you somewhat pleaded, somewhat demanded.

Gerard’s gaze flickered from the glass to you, their eyes clouded with a mixture of sadness and anger. “Talk? About what?” Their words were sharp, and their tone laced with bitterness.

“About what’s been going on, Gerard. You’ve been drinking so much lately, and I’m scared. Something’s not right, and I want to help you.”

They scoffed, their laughter tinged with bitter irony. “Oh, now you’re an expert on my life, huh? You think you know what’s best for me?”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to make them understand. “No, Gerard, I don’t think I know what’s best for you. But I can’t just stand here and watch you destroy yourself. You’re drowning in this, and I don’t know how to help you if you won’t let me in.”

Gerard pushed themselves up from the chair, their legs scraping against the floor with an awful screech. Their face contorted with frustration and they jabbed a finger in your direction. “You think I’m the problem? You think I need to be fixed, like some broken toy?”

Your voice trembled as you tried to reason with them. “No, Gerard, you’re not a problem to be fixed. You’re a person who’s hurting, and I love you. I just want you to talk to me, to let me in. Please.”

They took a step toward you, their eyes blazing with a mix of anger and despair. “You don’t get it, do you? You can’t fix me! No one can. So stop trying!”

The weight of their words hung in the air, suffocating the room. You felt tears streaming down your face as you watched them walk out the door, leaving you alone in the dimly lit room, with the remnants of your romantic dinner and a heavy sense of helplessness hanging in the air.

The plates and the rest of the supposed-to-be romantic dinner sat on the table, untouched, a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil that had just unfolded. You knew that you couldn’t force Gerard to talk or change their ways. They had to want to change for themselves.

With a heavy heart, you got up and began cleaning up the kitchen. The candles you had lit earlier flickered softly as you extinguished them one by one. The roses in the bouquet still looked beautiful, but their presence seemed bittersweet now.

After cleaning up the kitchen, you found yourself sitting alone in the dimly lit room. Tears had streaked your cheeks, leaving trails of sadness in their wake. The bottle of wine on the table tempted you, almost like a silent, soothing friend. But you knew that indulging in it wouldn’t be right, not after what the fight had been about. So, you chose cold water to quench both your thirst and your emotions.

Sipping the water, you gazed out of the window at the dark night sky. Memories of what romantic dinners used to be flooded your mind. The laughter, the shared dreams, the way Gerard’s eyes used to light up when you surprised them with their favourite meal. You held onto those memories like a lifeline, knowing that someday, you’d find your way back to that happiness. And with that, you also knew that you had to find Gerard, wherever they had gone off to.

With determination in your heart and a sense of purpose, you headed out into the night, leaving your home behind. The city around you was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, casting long shadows on the empty streets. The echoes of your argument with Gerard still reverberated in your mind, but you refused to let despair consume you.

You got into your car and just drove, without any plan at all, as if you hoped Gerard would just turn up. You drove through the darkened streets, memories of your time together replaying in your mind. The city held so many moments – moments of joy and love. You remembered the motel where you had stayed temporarily when you last moved, a place that despite everything held many good memories and lots of hope for the future.

Though you didn’t know why, something deep inside you told you that Gerard might be there. Maybe it was a sense of nostalgia, a longing for a time when things were simpler, a time when you were each other’s everything.

As you pulled up to the motel, you felt a surge of both anxiety and anticipation. You hesitated for a moment, your hand gripping the car’s steering wheel, before finally stepping out into the night.

The motel was just as you remembered it – a nondescript building with a neon sign flickering intermittently. You parked the car and took a deep breath, unsure of what you would find inside.

Entering the dimly lit lobby, you approached the reception desk, your heart pounding with uncertainty. The tired-looking motel clerk glanced up from a magazine, offering a weary smile. “Can I help you?”

You hesitated for a moment, then decided to ask. “Has someone named Gerard checked in here?”

The clerk raised an eyebrow, seeming uninterested at first. But then, after a moment of thought, he nodded slowly. “Yeah, there was a guy who checked in about an hour ago, they looked pretty out of it. Room 205.”

Your heart skipped a beat. It was as if a surge of hope had washed over you. You thanked the clerk and stepped outside again, looking for room 205.

Gerard was sitting outside the door of 205, a pack of beer beside them and a cigarette to their lips. They looked absolutely miserable.

As you walked closer, Gerard looked up at you. They blinked a few times, just to make sure what they were seeing was true. They fumbled for words for a moment. “How did you find me?” they said, their words slightly slurred. “I don’t know honey. Something just told me you’d be here.”

You sat down beside Gerard and leaned your head on their shoulder. They held the cigarette out for you to take a drag, and they looked at you while you did. “You’re so pretty,” they said with sad, bloodshot eyes.

“Gerard honey, so are you. You’re my darling.” You placed a soft kiss on their cheek. “I’m so sorry I got angry before honey. I just get worried about you.”

Gerard looked at you with big eyes. “I’m sorry too. I know you’re just looking out for me. I know I’m hard to love sometimes.” You carefully pushed a strand of hair from Gerard’s face. “You’re not hard to love, honey, I love you the most in the entire world. I just want you to be okay.”

You just sat there together for a moment, taking turns with the cigarette. You leaned your head on Gerard’s shoulder again, just wanting to be close.

The night air was cool against your skin as you and Gerard sat there, side by side, sharing the cigarette. Time seemed to slow down, the weight of the argument and the tension from earlier dissipating in the shared moment of calm.

Gerard’s fingers brushed against yours as they took another drag from the cigarette. Their gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon as if searching for answers in the darkness. “I don’t want to be this way, you know,” Gerard finally confessed, their voice a mixture of vulnerability and regret.

You squeezed their hand gently, offering reassurance. “I know, Gerard. It’s not easy, but you’re not alone. We’ll face it together.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Gerard’s lips. “You always know how to make me feel better,” they whispered, their words carried away by the breeze. “That’s what I’m here for,” you replied softly, leaning your head against their shoulder once more. “We’ll get through this.”

After a while, the cigarette burned down to its last embers, and Gerard extinguished it against the pavement. They turned their head to look at you, their eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and affection. “You’re my rock, you know?” You chuckled, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. “And you’re mine. The ups and the downs, they’re all part of who you are.”

Gerard leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, a tender affirmation of your connection. “Let’s go home,” they said softly, their hand finding yours. Together, you stood up, leaving behind the worries and strife of the evening.

Back in the car, as you drove through the quiet streets toward your apartment, a comfortable silence enveloped you. Gerard’s hand rested on your thigh, their fingers tracing absent patterns as if seeking comfort in just touching you. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a reminder that life continued beyond the challenges you faced.

When you arrived home, you led Gerard inside, the familiarity of the space providing a sense of grounding. Gerard’s band posters adorned the walls, a testament to their musical passion. You once again settled in the kitchen. Gerard looked at you with a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude. “Thank you for finding me,” they said softly. “You’re worth finding,” you replied, a gentle smile curving your lips.

“How about some tea?” you suggested. “And maybe some toast as well?” Gerard’s eyes lit up for a moment. “Are you sure? It’s late, and you probably want to sleep, and-” “Nonsense,” you said, retrieving the tea and a kettle. “Anything to help you feel better. And I’ve heard eating bread is good when you’ve had alcohol.”

You put a record on, and soon, the kettle whistled, and you poured the steaming water into cups, the soothing scent of chamomile enveloped the room. With a plate of warm toast in hand, you settled on the couch, passing Gerard a cup of tea and a slice of toast. They took a sip and let out a contented sigh.

“You really know how to make everything better,” they said with a soft smile.

“It’s a talent,” you quipped, a playful grin on your face. Gerard leaned in, their lips meeting yours in a soft kiss.

“I love you,” they murmured against your mouth.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your heart feeling full and light.

As you both savoured the tea and sandwiches, the world outside faded into the background. At that moment, it was just you and Gerard, a testament to the strength of your bond and the willingness to weather the storms together. The scars of the evening were healing, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and the knowledge that love could conquer even the darkest of moments.

You sat together, mostly in silence, listening to the soft tunes the record player emitted. An array of candles glimmered on the table in front of you. Gerard had had almost all of their tea, while yours remained mostly untouched.

Despite having them back here with you, you still worried. You loved them so much, and all you wanted was for them to be okay. And the one thing you wanted least of all was to be angry. Sure, you knew that anger wasn’t the real emotion. The real emotion was worry, and feeling powerless, not able to protect them. And for some terrible reason that sometimes morphed into anger. The ugly, secondary emotion.

You looked over at Gerard, sitting curled up under a blanket at the opposite end of the sofa. They looked tired. Both as in that they needed to sleep, but also tired as in worn down, as in that they were having a hard time. You scooted closer and stretched your arms around them. A smile played on their lips for a moment. You allowed them to set their mug of tea down before pulling them into your arms. “Come here, honey.” They gladly fell into your arms and cuddled up there.

You sat together like that for a long time. You listened to Gerard’s breath and carefully stroked their hair. The record had come to its end, and the only sounds were now your breathing and Gerard’s yawns.

“Do you want to go to bed, darling?” you asked when you noticed the yawns becoming more frequent. They looked up at you, their eyes now tired instead of glazed over.

They nodded sleepily. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

The slurring was almost entirely gone now, and when Gerard walked to the bedroom, they didn’t stumble anymore.

“Okay, I’ll be right there, honey,” you said with a smile their way before collecting the dishes and taking them to the kitchen. After the dishes were set down, you got a glass from the cupboard and filled it almost to the brim with water before bringing it to Gerard in the bedroom.

They were already lying in bed, looking like they’d fall asleep any moment. You reached out the glass of water to Gerard. “Have some water, Gee, I think it’ll make you feel slightly better in the morning.”

They nodded and reached for the glass. A few sips later, they put the glass down on the nightstand and reached out for you. You were too tired to properly hang your clothes up and simply threw them on the chair in the corner of the bedroom. You slipped under the covers and cuddled up close to Gerard. For a moment, you just lay there, looking at each other.

You scooted closer and nuzzled your nose against Gerard’s. Carefully, Gerard reached their hand up to caress your cheek. “I love you, honey,” you whispered. A small smile played on their lips. “I love you the most in the entire world, actually. And I’ll never stop loving you. You know that, Gerard?”

Gerard nodded carefully. “I love you too. And I’m sorry about before.”

That sadness reached Gerard’s eyes again. Just as before, it shattered your heart. You didn’t even know what to say, so you just leaned in to kiss them. ”You don’t have to apologise honey. I’m just glad to have you home again.” And with that, you kissed them again.

As the weight of the evening’s events began to lift, and the warmth of reconciliation and love enveloped you both, the bedroom felt like a sanctuary. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated your faces as you continued to exchange kisses.

The kisses were soft at first, a gentle exploration of each other’s lips. Your fingers traced the contours of Gerard’s face, eliciting a soft sigh of contentment from them. Their hands moved slowly, too, caressing your back and shoulders as the intimacy between you deepened.

You couldn’t help but smile between kisses, the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment. The taste of chamomile tea lingered on Gerards lips, adding a sweet and comforting layer to your kisses. In the dim light, you gazed into Gerard’s eyes, searching for any lingering traces of sadness.

Their gaze met yours with a newfound intensity, a desire to be present in the moment, to be close, to feel cherished.

The tenderness of your kisses gradually gave way to a more passionate longing. Your breaths quickened as your mouths moved together with an urgency that mirrored the intensity of your emotions. Fingers began to trace the curves of bodies, exploring the familiar terrain of each other’s skin.

Gerard’s soft moans filled the room, a symphony of desire and affection. The layers of clothing became an obstacle, one that you both eagerly discarded, exposing the vulnerability and beauty of your bodies.

Skin against skin, your bodies entwined, the warmth of Gerard pressed against you. You savoured every sensation, every touch, every kiss. The scent of your shared perfume, the taste of Gerard on your tongue, the feeling of their soft hair under your fingertips. The slow and gentle movements, the tender caresses, the breathless sighs and soft cries of pleasure.

Gerards hands left their place on the small of your beck and found their way upwards, one cupping your breast and one around your shoulders to pull you closer. They caressed you carefully and you could feel them growing harder against you.

You ground your hips against Gerard, seeking the friction that you both craved, urging them to continue the exploration. They obliged willingly, moving downwards from your breasts to your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses and licks as they went.

Their warm breath ghosted over your body, making you shudder with anticipation. Their eyes were fixed on you, observing every twitch and moan of pleasure as their tongue made contact with your inner thigh. They were teasing you, taking their time, enjoying the moment.

Your body ached for more, desperate for their touch, but instead, they continued their leisurely exploration of your skin. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they kissed you there. You could feel yourself dripping as they slipped a finger inside you.

Gerards lips closed around your clit and they sucked softly. A strangled cry escaped your lips as they slid another finger inside you, curling it to find your most sensitive spot.

It was too much and not enough at the same time, your senses were overwhelmed by Gerard. You gripped the sheets tightly, arching your back as they continued their ministrations.

Their mouth on your clit, their fingers inside you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your legs trembled, and your whole body tensed as the pleasure built up. Gerards lips pulled back from your clit and their tongue pressed down against it.

"Oh god, Gerard...," you gasped as they worked their fingers inside you. The slow and deep movements made you dizzy with pleasure, and you couldn't help but grind against their hand. "I want you."

Your words had an instant effect on Gerard. They looked up at you, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Tell me what you want." It was not teasing or demeaning the way they said it. You knew it just turned them on so much to hear you say it.

You could barely speak through the waves of pleasure coursing through you, but you knew exactly what you wanted. "I want you to fuck me, Gerard. I love you so much and I want you to fuck me"

They nodded, removing their hand from your body and getting onto their knees. The sight of them in this position was almost too much for you to handle. They looked down at you, gaze full of desire and affection. "I'd be happy to, darling."

Gerard positioned themselves between your legs, entering you slowly, inch by inch, filling you with pleasure. Their thrusts were deep and deliberate, making you shudder with joy every time they bottomed out inside you. You wrapped your legs around their waist, pulling them closer, urging them to continue.

You could feel the warmth of their skin against yours as they moved inside you, the sensation sending tingles down your spine. Their kisses became more urgent, their movements faster, but still maintaining their steady rhythm.

As the heat between you intensified, the sound of your moans and gasps filled the room. Gerard looked down at you, their gaze full of love and tenderness. They kissed your lips again, eliciting a moan of pleasure from you. "I love you, my sweet," they murmured, their voice hoarse with pleasure.

Your climax was building quickly, the pressure inside you rising to unbearable heights. You threw your head back and rambled their name over and over as the wave of ecstasy crashed down on you, sending shockwaves through your body. They continued to move inside you, prolonging your orgasm until you couldn't take it anymore.

"Gerard, I... oh god, I can't..." You sobbed in pleasure as your body began to tremble.

They understood your need and stopped moving, letting you ride out the waves of pleasure that still made waves in your body. Gerard stayed still until your breathing steadied and you smiled up at them. You blinked at them for a moment, just taking in their beauty.

You pulled them downwards for a soft kiss before gently rolling them onto their back. They looked up at you with a confused expression, clearly not expecting this development.

"My turn," you whispered, kissing them again. "I want to make love to you."

Your lips found their way down their neck and chest, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. You enjoyed the taste of their skin, savouring the salty sweetness of their sweat as you moved lower. Their breaths quickened with excitement as your mouth found their nipples. You flicked your tongue over their hardening nub and they moaned softly in pleasure.

You continued your descent, trailing kisses across their stomach until you reached their cock. You glanced up at them, smiling as you pressed your mouth against the warm skin above it. The smell of their arousal was strong, and you could feel yourself becoming even wetter with anticipation of another round.

Their hips rose to meet you as you kissed them there, so soft and tender. Your hands wrapped around their cock, stroking them slowly, watching them shiver under your touch. "Oh god, that feels so good." They were beautiful like this, eyes closed, back arched, body responding to your every touch. You loved seeing them in the throes of passion, unable to contain their pleasure, giving into the sensations of your touch and tongue.

Your lips continued to move lower, kissing their inner thighs and sensitive areas that made them quiver. You took your time, enjoying the moment as you licked and sucked, exploring every inch of their skin until you reached the base of their cock.

Gerard looked down at you, gasping for breath, watching with wonder as you took them into your mouth. Your tongue was quick and deliberate, licking and sucking just the right way to make them see stars. They moaned as you took them deep inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and moving your head back and forth.

Their hips rose to meet you again, fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you deeper and deeper. You were happy to oblige, taking them all inside you until they gasped for air.

"Oh my god," they murmured, shivering as you continued to suck. "That feels incredible."

You hummed in agreement, the vibrations of your voice making them twitch and groan in pleasure. The sensation was delicious, and you knew it wouldn't take long before they came undone under your tongue. You loved seeing them fall apart like this, falling into your mouth and arms as you held them close.

Gerard pulled you upwards for another kiss. You moved closer, pressing your body against theirs, kissing their neck and chest as they struggled to breathe. Their skin was warm and flushed, radiating pleasure and affection. They were gorgeous like this, so needy and desperate for more.

You felt the heat rising between you again, bodies grinding together, their cock hard and aching for more. You kissed them again, pulling them into a deep and hungry kiss that left them gasping for breath before positioning yourself over them.

"Are you ready?" You whispered, gazing down at them with a gentle expression on your face.

They nodded, wrapping their arms around your waist. "Please, my love."

Their eyes fluttered closed as you lowered yourself onto their cock. You took your time, letting the feeling of fullness take over your body.

You began to move slowly, taking long deep breaths as you rose and fell, building a rhythm that soon became urgent and frantic. Their hands roamed over your skin, caressing your breasts and back. The warmth between you intensified and you both gasped for air as you continued to move, bodies sweaty and entwined.

The pressure inside you grew unbearable again, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you came undone. You looked down at Gerard, their gaze filled with wonder and lust. Their moans were beautiful, soft and desperate, their body trembled and shuddered under your touch.

"I'm so close," they murmured, throwing their head back against the pillow and urging you to move faster, chasing the orgasm that threatened to consume them. "Honey, please... I need more.”

You quickened your movements, grinding against them, making them cry out in pleasure as their cock buried inside you. They looked up at you, their eyes pleading with you for release.

"Oh god, my love...," they whimpered, climax building rapidly. You could feel it coming closer, their body on the edge of ecstasy under you. You were so close yourself, the pressure inside you rising to unbearable heights, almost too much for you to take.

"I'm with you, honey," you murmured, lips moving against theirs as you spoke.

Gerard closed their eyes and moaned softly, their body shaking and trembling under yours. Their release was beautiful, making you gasp with pleasure as you joined them in their orgasm. Your bodies were still tangled together when you opened your eyes again. You couldn't help but smile, breathless and sweaty from lovemaking.

You leaned over them, planting soft kisses all over their face, cherishing the moment, taking in the beauty of them. They wrapped their arms around you, holding you close, stroking your hair and whispering sweet words into your ear.

"Oh my love," they murmured, squeezing your hand. "I’m so lucky to have you."

Your eyes began to brim with tears, happiness bubbling up inside you. "I'm just as lucky to have you," you whispered, leaning in for a tender kiss. "I love you."

Their gaze was full of affection and tenderness, their fingers intertwined with yours. "I love you too," they whispered. "You are my world."

In the soft afterglow, Gerard cuddled up in your arms and you held them close, carefully running your fingers through their hair. The room was bathed in the gentle hues of the rising sun, casting a warm, golden light upon your entwined bodies.

You both knew this wasn’t a magical solution, and that Gerard would still have their ups and downs, it was going to be an uphill battle at times. But for now, everything felt good, and it felt like it was going to be better.

You smiled down at Gerard who had almost fallen asleep on your chest. You kissed the top of their head softly and pulled them closer. The sound of their breathing made you calm, and soon the both of you had fallen asleep.

I hate to sound like a YouTuber (no offence, lol) but thank you for reading if you made it all the way here. I hope you liked it. And don’t hesitate to send me any requests you might have. I have a lot to do right now, but I still like to hear new ideas. Okay, thanks a lot!

#My Chemical Romance fanfic #Gerard Way fanfic #Gerard Way x reader #Smut #Ssidney writes #Tw: alcohol

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dearspiritss · 7 months

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“Aggressive.” - Swiss/Dew

+ some Mount content.

Kinktober day 3: hate sex WARNING: no prep used

Sorry it’s very late, I’m working on it >:( For now, enjoy!

He doesn’t know how long they’ve been like this, nor does he care. He’s so fucking over it.

Dew and Swiss had been at each others throats for a week now, and no one knows why. The only thing that everyone knows is that they keep dragging Mountain into it, and he’s sick of it. He was happy to help in the beginning, thinking that it would settle their feud, but he soon found out how wrong he was.

If Mountain were to choose one’s side, the other would throw a fit. It only added the tension between the two, making them impossibly worse.

The sharp sound of glass shattering pulled him from his afternoon nap. He groaned, dragging himself to find where the sound came from. When he walked into the kitchen, he immediately spotted Dew and Swiss on opposite sides of the island. Swiss had Aurora and Phantom at his sides, and Dew had Rain and Cirrus at his own. “What the fuck happened.”

They all turned around, eyes wide and jaws hung open. Dew managed to slip out of the two ghoul’s hands and ran over to the earth ghoul. “Mount, Swiss was being mean..” He looked up at Mountain with watery eyes, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. “Don’t let him butter you up! The fucker threw a plate at me!” Dew growled in the multi’s direction.

“Enough. I’ve had enough of you two and your bullshit.” He spoke firmly, picking Dew up and throwing him over his shoulder. “The fuck do you think you’re doin?!” Mountain ignored the fire ghoul, making his way in long strides over to Swiss. “I’ve tried to help, but it seems like neither of you want to listen.” He wrapped an arm around Swiss’ waist, hauling him underneath his arm.

“Mount, what are you doing?!” He growled down at Swiss, and he went silent. He grumbled all the way back to the hall about how tired he was and how they woke him up from his nap, but the two couldn’t focus on a word he was saying. They knew they were fucked, Mountain was pissed.

Kicking open the door and dropping the two gentle onto the floor, he crossed his arms and stared at the two. “You two are going to stay in here until you settle whatever issue you’ve got going on. I don’t care if you talk it out or fuck it out, just do whatever you need to do to fix it.” And with that he slammed the door shut, locking it from the outside.

Swiss winced as he stood, holding onto his side. “He didn’t have to be so- shit- fucking rough.” Dew rolled his eyes and stood as well, crossing his arms. “Can handle getting roughed up? Pathetic.” Dew scoffed, rolling his eyes. Within a second, he went from standing to being pinned down onto the bed. “Swiss- get the fuck off me!” He hissed and scratched, but failed, going limp under the multi.

“The only reason we’re like this right now is because you can’t take a fucking joke.” Dew laughed, turning his head. “You call that a joke? You insulted my appearance.” Swiss looks down at him with disbelief. “Yes! It was a fucking joke, Dew! I said you looked like death, I was just trying to lighten the mood.” The fire ghoul rolled his eyes, mocking Swiss. “Yeah right.”

Swiss flipped him over in one swift movement, dragging his hips up. “You always have such a nasty attitude about everything just to get attention. You want attention so bad? I’ll give it to you.” With that, he tore Dew’s sweatpants off and threw them to the side. “Wait, wait, wait- Swiss,“ He growled and Dew shut his mouth as fast as he’d opened it.

Swiss undid his jeans, kicking them off with his boxers and giving himself a few strokes. He positioned himself behind the ghoul, roughly grappling his hips. “Prep- Swiss, prep-“ Swiss laughed, thick and laced with venom. “You don’t need prep, you’ve had Mountain wrapped around your finger.” He leaned down, right next to Dew’s ear, whispering innocently into his ear-

“These walls are thin, Dew.”

He pushed into Dew, bottoming out in one fluid thrust. A scream attempted to escape from his throat, but all that came out was choked breath. Swiss set a brutal pace, not giving him the chance to catch his breath. “You talk all that shit just to end up like this, crying beneath me. So pathetic.” He mocked, already breathless. Dew knew the multi was close, but if he could say different about himself he would.

He was so embarrassingly close from Swiss ramming directly into that one spot that made him see stars. He moaned, high-pitched and feminine. His vision went white as he came hard, entire body spasming and giving out. The feeling of Dew tightening around him sent him flying over the edge, doubling over Dew’s sweaty back.

He pulled out, bringing Dew to his chest. “Shit- Was I too rough, maybe I should’ve prepped you- Fuck, I’m sorry.” Dew came to, looking up at Swiss before pushing him back and smothering him with a kiss. “No, I’m sorry. You’re right, I need to learn how to take a joke and stop being so aggressive. Can we just go back to the way it was, please?” He flopped down onto Swiss’ chest, visibly deflating.

“I’ve missed this..” Swiss chuckled, nodding and pulling the blanket up and onto them. “Anything for you, spitfire.”

#kinktober 2023 #ghost the band #ghost band #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss ghost #dewdrop ghost #mountain ghost #multi ghoul

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bumblebeehug · 8 months

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Stars and Roaches

Ship: Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia Summary: When Natsu starts behaving differently, Happy takes Lucy along to investigate. Day 4 of Nalu Week 2023 - prompt: shenanigans Ao3

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“Dear Lucy, please come to your living room 14:30 sharp. There is something that needs to be discussed. DON’T BE LATE!! /Anonymous”

Lucy blinked as she read the bright orange post-it note again. To be honest, when she woke up this morning, she hadn’t expected to open her eyes to that neon-coloured paper. The person who wrote it must have managed to sneak in sometime during the night, because when she woke up it had been stuck onto her forehead. Clearly this person meant serious business, and though Lucy would have been scared, or at least a little nervous, knowing someone had broken into her house in the middle of the night, she couldn’t bring herself to even feel surprised. The letters on the tiny paper were just messy enough to only be possible to belong to one person she knew – and that guy just happened to leave evidence that solved the mystery immediately - some blue hairs on the sticky part of the post-it.

Knowing she couldn’t leave Happy hanging when it came to this urgent matter, she decided to stay in this morning, and spend some valuable time writing on a draft to an article Jason had offered to pay her for. The article itself wasn’t very urgent, but she never complained to get work done beforehand whenever it was possible.

Just as she had finished the first rough draft, the sound of pebbles smattering on her bedroom window filled the room. The clock on her left arm said “14:38”, so clearly the “sharp” part hadn’t been as serious as it had seemed.

“I’ll be right there!” She shouted, not bothering to hurry to let her guest in. She wanted to properly close the bottle of ink and clean the pen, and if Happy was around, she’d probably get to the task hours later, which sometimes harmed the pen and always spoiled the ink. So, she took her petty time cleaning up, ignoring the continuous knocking on the glass.

Before she opened the window, she took another glance at her clock. “14:45”. Oh well, she would just have to apologise by buying him some fresh fish at a later date, if he bothered to remember it that long. When she finally unlocked the window, not without using some force, she was met by a frown.

“You took AGES to get here, didn’t I say 14:30 sharp?!” He scolded her.

“Oh, I thought so too, but then you were 8 minutes late, so I thought I could take my time. Sorry, Happy.” She tried to feign her innocence, but failed, feeling a smile creep on. “So, what’s the urgent matter? You wanted to discuss something?”

Happy sat down on Lucy’s table, beside the article she had been writing on. To get herself closer to his eyelevel, she decided to sit down on the chair in front of him.

“Right. Well, you know Natsu?”

“I’ve heard of him, yes.”

“Yeah, so, I heard he’s been planning something big for tomorrow.” Lucy couldn’t keep her poker face when Happy himself looked so serious. A few chuckles slipped out before she regained control. He was being adorable, she thought, taking this planning thing seriously enough to bother making anonymous notes regarding it.

“And why do you think that’s weird?” She asked, allowing herself to feed this little fantasy. “Doesn’t he just say that sometimes, like when he’s saved up enough money to treat himself to a 20-course meal at a restaurant?”

“Well, I thought so too, until I saw him wrapping up a present. But listen, it wasn’t a good present at all, because the box was really small, so the fish inside must be tiny! And quality over quantity might work with other things, but fish are a lot better when you can take more than one bite.” He crossed his small arms as he thought about this puzzling situation.

“Do you know if it’s someone’s birthday?” Lucy asked, now slightly more interested in this mystery.

“No one at all comes to mind. I think he’s been meeting someone in secret.” His words struck through Lucy’s body like lightning. Could that be true? He had been slightly off lately, and a lot more laid-back regarding missions. She shifted her seat uncomfortably.

“Do you really think so?”

“It’s the only explanation.”

“No, but maybe he’s celebrating some date we’ve forgotten. What date did the three of us meet again?” She was getting desperate to solve this conundrum.

“I’m telling you that’s not it, Lucy. I’ve checked all our calendars, that’s why I was here last night.”

“Not to stick post-it’s on my forehead?”

“That became the aftermath of not finding any reasonable explanation to his behaviour. Have you even noticed that he hasn’t been at your apartment as often?”

“Well, sure, but I thought he just had something else to take care of… But what are you saying, do you think he’s been meeting some secret person… romantically?”

“Of course not, where did you get that from?” Happy deadpanned. Lucy ignored the feeling of something heavy getting lifted off her chest and continued talking.

“So, he’s just up to weird stuff, is that what you’re implying?” She sat back in her chair and took a deep breath to regain her critical thinking skills, that for some reason got turned off when Happy brought up that hypothetical person.

“Yeah, but the fact that we know nothing about it makes it really weird, don’t you think? We don’t have secrets, so why is he suddenly breaking that rule?” Happy stood up and starting walking across the table and back. He seemed really puzzled, but Lucy knew it was concern in disguise.

“It is weird… You’re right. But why can’t we just ask him about it? I’m sure he’d gladly tell us about whatever he’s doing.”

“Ask him… That’s right! I haven’t tried that yet! Let’s go there immediately and ask him!”

He hadn’t even asked Natsu about it… It took Lucy great amount of power to not smack her palm to her face. Sometimes she worried about the lack of problem solving Happy showed, but since he’d made it this far in life without it, she couldn’t exactly rewire his brain suddenly to live his life differently – though surely it would make his life easier.

Not wasting any time, she grabbed her jacket and headed out the door, right after Happy who urged her to go faster. As they made their way over to their house, Lucy tried to wrap her head around this whole thing herself. It was certainly true that Natsu hadn’t hung around Lucy’s apartment as often, but she hadn’t thought of it since Happy made sure to visit regularly enough. They did that sometimes, so she didn’t think anything of it. Plus, if Happy was right about that whole present thing, the size of it sounded too much like a box that held jewellery, which, whether Happy liked it or not, could only mean that there WAS a secret romantic special someone. And though it wasn’t any of Lucy’s business, she felt like she had failed him, because she truly wanted him to be able to share things with her. Had they really started to grow apart? And how could that be possible when she felt like they had been closer than ever, when they actually DID hang out?

She stopped herself from eating her heart out regarding this topic. It would be silly if she spent all this time worrying, just for it to be explained with the simplest reasoning as soon as they asked. But then again, she still had to prepare for the worst.

“Are you sure he’s home?” Lucy asked as their house started to emerge in front of them.

“Aye,” Happy said, flying slightly ahead. As he entered, the door flew up with a loud bang, which surely would scare any living resident to death, if said resident hadn’t already both heard and smelled them coming.

“What’s up?”

Natsu smiled broadly, surprised but pleased with this unexpected company. Lucy immediately felt calmer when she saw him. There was no way he held some big secrets from them, their Natsu just wouldn’t do something like that.

“Nothing much,” Lucy smiled, taking off her jacket. “I just haven’t seen you in a while, so I thought I’d pay you a visit. What have you been up to?”

“Oh, well… Nothing much. I’ve just been hanging around, did some trainin’ and stuff.” Had he told Lucy this yesterday, she wouldn’t have bat an eye, but since she now paid more attention, she noticed that he glanced around, as if he was stopping himself from telling too much.

“How nice.” She didn’t want to come off as if she was interrogating him, so she played innocent while she prepared herself to confront him. “You guys still got some tea, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll fetch it for ya.” As he went into the messy kitchen, rummaging the higher shelves, Happy shot Lucy a meaningful glance. She understood he was getting impatient, but she ignored his sense of urge and continue taking this slowly.

“Thanks, Natsu,” she said, tilting her head slightly to further prove her innocence. It wasn’t too out of the ordinary for her to act like this, but she allowed herself to go the extra mile this time, to get him to obey her later. She hurried boiling some water and preparing three cups with teabags so she could get to business.

Meanwhile, Natsu had noticed that something was off with Happy.

“What’s the matter bud? You’ve been awfully quiet since you got here.”

“Yeah,” Lucy added, “are you feeling alright?” She sometimes wished he could practice his poker-face, because right now he was looking both guilty and secretive.

“Uh…”

“Maybe your stomach is hurting from the fish I gave you earlier?” Lucy was lying, because she definitely hadn’t given Happy a fish, but she hoped he’d get the hint to continue this small lie.

“No, that’s not it.”

Lucy sighed before she repeated herself.

“I said: MAYBE your STOMACH is hurting from the FISH you ate earlier?” This time she sterned her eyes into his – she couldn’t be more obvious than this, and she honestly worried Natsu would see through this act they were putting up.

“Oh! That fish! Yeah, now that you say it…” Happy chuckled nervously, now glancing over to Natsu, who looked like he started to find them suspicious.

“Well, the tea is ready, let’s sit down.” Lucy got both of their attention, and hopefully Natsu wouldn’t ask further about it. Well, he wouldn’t need to when they unravelled this little secret he had, because after that she would make both of them vow to never keep secrets from each other again. At least no romantic secrets, because no matter what Happy said, she couldn’t think of any other reason Natsu would own a ring box.

When they all sat by the messy kitchen table, Lucy once again tried to invite Natsu to tell on himself.

“So, what do you do when you’re not hanging around my place nowadays?” She asked, this time trying to point him in the right direction. ‘What is so important for you that it lessens your time spent with me?’ she actually tried to ask, but all she could do was hope he understood what she meant.

“As I said, I’ve been trainin’ some. Nothin’ interestin’, I’ll tell ya that.” She followed his movements as he readjusted his seat, sitting back and resting his arms behind his head.

“But tomorrow! You told me you’d planned something for tomorrow!” Happy busted out, no longer having the patience to sneak around the subject.

“Happy!”

“Tomorrow? I didn’t think you’d remember I mentioned that.” Lucy swung her head around to look at Natsu again.

“Aha! So there is something planned tomorrow!” She had to admit that she wasn’t too proud of how intense she became, but clearly there was no point in going around the main subject.

“He told you?!” Natsu exclaimed. “Oh well, I guess I’ll just do it today. Though I had it all planned out…” He mumbled the last part of his sentence and walked away, seemingly to fetch something. When he came back, he held that small package that Happy had been talking about. Lucy felt her face heat up, because clearly it was meant for her.

“I wanted to have some privacy,” Natsu shot Happy a meaningful glance, ”but I suppose I’ll just have to do it like this.”

The box was wrapped in silvery paper, with a golden ribbon holding it together. It looked odd, coming from Natsu’s hands, since it wasn’t exactly his type of gift, yet she still couldn’t look away from the sight. If this turned out to be a meaningful moment between the two (now three, she supposed) of them, then she wanted to remember every single second.

“I don’t know if you remember, Lucy, but almost exactly five years ago, something happened that changed our relationship forever.” She held her breath. “I think you’ll understand when you open this, but we haven’t exactly celebrated it before so no worries if you don’t.”

Lucy looked up at Natsu. He looked so sincere, almost shy, and she took an internal picture so she could save and savour this moment forever. She thought she saw a faint blush, like a watercolour wash, paint his cheeks, which she only found fitting considering her own bold, red face.

“Natsu…” She began, accepting the gift and looking over at Happy quickly, not wanting to miss out on his expression. Happy looked really invested, and maybe slightly uncomfortable, like he was intruding on an important moment. Natsu didn’t seem to mind his presence too much though, so she turned back to the item in her hand.

Giving Natsu one last thankful smile, she unravelled the bow and opened the wrapper. The box itself was a gorgeous red, only comparable to Natsu’s deepest fire, and it was clad in a soft velvet, making it feel ethereal in her hands.

“Oh, Natsu,” she said again, too flattered by his thoughtfulness to even open the box. “I feel so bad, I can’t remember what we’re celebrating at all!”

“No worries! I’m telling you, it’s nothin’ special, really. I just wanted to bring some light to what happened five years ago. I promise, you’ll remember as soon as you open it.”

“But I have nothing to give you back! Especially nothing as gorgeous as this… Can I really accept it?” She felt really bad, because no matter how hard she thought, no date or anniversary came to mind.

“If you really wanna make it up to me, you can do it later. Just open it!” Natsu was clearly getting impatient, so she gave in to his request and slowly opened it.

“EEEK!!!” Lucy flew up from her spot by the kitchen table faster than lightning, throwing herself backwards. Happy did the same, still not knowing what was in it, but trusting Lucy’s instinct (and getting startled by her sudden reaction).

“WHAT, WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?” Happy shouted, shielding himself from the apparently evil red box that still laid on the table.

“C-… COCKROACH!” Lucy screed, shielding her face from the disgusting critter she apparently had seen in the gift she once was so happy to receive. Not until now did she hear the silent laughter coming from her pink haired companion. “You! What on earth is that supposed to celebrate, you vile human?!”

Natsu threw his head backwards as he let out a roaring laugh, all the way from his toes.

“THE-… THE FIRST TIME I PRANKED YOU!”

“Oh my god!? Natsu! Did you seriously show me a DEAD COCKROACH for a PRANK?!” Lucy, who had scooted closer to Natsu, still trying to stay far away from the disgusting insect, hit his arm for revenge.

“HAHAHA!”

Since there was no way to get through to Natsu while he still bathed in the success of the prank, Lucy threw a glass over the box, just in case the critter would come alive or something. Happy, who only was scared because of Lucy’s sudden freak-out, started laughing as well. Lucy sighed in despair, though that was probably a dramatic description of her current feelings. She didn’t feel despaired – just shocked and a little embarrassed. She had really thought Natsu would give her something nice, maybe along with a long-awaited confession, so she had behaved all thankful and sentimental. Knowing he only meant to prank her all along, made her feel like she was made a fool of.

“Hey, explanation please?” She said, crossing her arms as the laughter died down. Natsu, who now seemed to have calmed down enough to take in what was happening around him, started laughing again as he saw the glass over the box.

“HAHAHA, you CONTAINED the BOX?!”

“Well, cockroaches are known for never dying! How do I know you killed it properly?” Lucy defended herself, pushing Natsu lightly to extend her point. Finally, he managed to properly stop laughing, drying a tear in the corner of his eye.

“Because I didn’t have to kill it! It’s plastic, silly!”

“You’re calling ME silly? YOU’RE the one who put a ROACH in a RING-BOX!” Lucy started walking around to try to calm her own heartbeat, which still was high from the initial shock.

“But you didn’t look behind it!” Lucy stopped herself in her movements.

“Sorry, I was busy following my instincts,” she glared, not happy with how he was pointing out the obvious.

“But there IS a proper gift there as well. Look again!” Natsu lifted the glass from the table, picked out the scarily realistic cockroach (she still wasn’t sure if it really was as fake as he claimed it was) and gave her the box again. Lucy looked at Natsu one more time, with a warning glance, before opening it again.

Inside was a small charm, maybe the size of half a pea, that was meant to represent a small, silver star, which despite its rough edges, looked beautifully handmade.

“But- why?” She managed to say, picking it up and observing it from every angle.

“Consider it my apology gift,” Natsu grinned, giving her half a hug as they both looked at the shiny charm in the light.

Happy, who decided he was done with this disappointing ordeal, drank the rest of his tea, that now had gone cold, and went over to Natsu. Without missing a beat, Natsu handed over the cockroach, still making small talk about the star, talking about who made it and which necklace or bracelet she should put it on, as Happy dropped it into her teacup. They loved her to death, both of them, but sometimes she just made pranks so incredibly easily accessible, and despite what they thought, Lucy didn’t mind at all, because that just meant there never was a boring moment with them. Though this time she wouldn’t make the mistake of letting the cockroach out of sight twice.

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #nalu #fairy tail nalu #fairy tail fanfic #fairy tail fanfiction #nalu fanfic #nalu fanfiction #natsu x lucy #nalu week 2023 #naluweek2023 #prompt: shenanigans #bumblebeehug writes

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annemiek19 · 2 years

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Sorry - Jay Halstead

Having an ex is never easy. Working with them is way worse. It’s even worse if he is your partner. Even after breaking up, you still had to work closely together. The first week was hell. The second week was rough. You were now in the third week, and everything was going a little better. You were going from house to house to ask some questions about an indecent that took place down the street. You hoped someone saw anything, but the people weren’t very helpful. You and Jay had decided to split up, so he worked on the house next to you. You knocked on the door. “Chicago P.D. I just wanted to ask you a few questions about an incident yesterday,” you said before knocking again.

The door didn’t even open. Before you registered what was going on, it was already too late. Shots were being fired, and you felt like the air was punched right out of your lungs. With a hard thud, you fell down the steps.

“Y/N!” Jay yelled as he rushed over to you.

You were gasping for air.

“Come on, stay with me,” he said as he ripped open your vest to see if any of the bullets went through.

“This is 50-21 George. I need an ambo to our location right now. An officer has been shot.”

Jay put his radio down and focused on you. There was no blood, so none of the bullets went through. He lifted up your shirt, and he could see the big bruise forming.

“Come on, hang on. The ambulance is on its way,” Jay said. There was nothing he could do to help. The bullets didn’t get through the vest, but your breathing was so erratic that you probably broke a few ribs.

“I’m… sorry,” you croaked out.

“Don’t talk. Just try to breathe, okay? You’re going to be okay.”

You squeezed Jay’s hand. He looked at you. By the look in your eyes, he could see what you wanted to tell him.

“I know. I’m sorry too. We’ll talk about this later, okay? Just hang on.”

Your vision became blurry. Jay was still talking to you, but his voice was fading away. Before you knew it, you were pulled into total darkness.

Waking up, there was an annoying beep. Jay was the first one to notice you were awake. With a smile on his face, he looked at you. “There is my sleeping beauty.” Everyone in the room noticed what Jay said.

“I’m still breathing,” you mumbled.

“Barley, but you’re going to be fine. Did they give you the good stuff?”

You slowly nodded your head. “I’m sorry, Jay.”

“Me too, alright? Yesterday made me realize even more that I don’t want to ever lose you.”

A grin formed on your face. “Only you remember what you lost when you don’t have it anymore, Halstead.”

“Back to jokes already? Maybe…” Jay didn’t say it. “You can joke all you want. I love hearing your bad jokes.”

You smiled as Jay pressed a kiss on your head. “We’re okay?” you asked him.

“Yeah… well, I am. You not so much.”

You slapped him on his arm. “I can let Adam kick your ass, so you’re not okay as well.”

Jay rolled his eyes but smiled. “Nah, thanks. I’ve got to take care of my girlfriend.”

“Oh, do I know her?”

“Yes, actually. She is super smart, a very fast runner, and she can cook a damn good lasagna.”

“Keep going,” you chuckled.

“I will. For the rest of our lives,” Jay said as he placed another kiss on your head.

#imagine #one shot #jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jesse lee soffer #jesse lee soffer one shot #chicago pd #jay halstead one shot #one chicago #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd one shot #jesse lee soffer imagine #jay halstead x reader #one chicago x reader

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thenexusofsouls · 3 months

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I’m sorry you’re going through a rough time, Silence. Don’t feel bad if you need to break or downsize muses - this is just a hobby, after all, and you need to do what’s best for you. We’ll all still be waiting when you get back. Bucky and I send our love :)

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{i am the caretaker of souls} Okay, but one of the muses I’ve lost inspiration for is Natasha, so you see my problem, heh. I don’t know what happened, she just went so quiet a while back. It’s not anything you did at all, so please don’t think that. Sometimes it just happens that muses leave the building, heh. For anyone who would like to know which muses would be on the chopping block across my blogs, I’ll talk a bit about it below the cut. Because I can. =P

But yeah, as far as Natasha, I’ve been trying to squeeze out some muse here and there and respond to what I can get her motivated for, but a lot of times I reach down into the muse well and it’s just dry. I do kindof look at all my asks each week, though, to see if anything grabs the muse, and if it does, I work on it, because I do feel bad that you’ve sent in so many things that I just haven’t been able to reply to. So I’ll keep trying here and there, and who knows, maybe she’ll come back fully at some point.

Veridian on this blog has gone quiet for a long time now, and I’m sure if I look at my list, there are others who have zero activity that I can cut just to mentally downsize things. It’d be easy to cut Ardeth, Luther, and Vincent, because my activity there is fairly low, but I adore all of the threads I have with @illbringthechaosmagic and a few others, and I’m pretty sure I’m the only person actively writing those three characters on T.umb.lr so I’d like to keep doing so. Kindof a labor of love, you know? So at least right now, they’re not going anywhere.

As far as MCU muses, I think I have the same problem with Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Vision, and Pietro right now… lack of new content. I really get inspired by new content, it helps to revive things for me a bit, so when there isn’t any in years, I feel like my muses get stale. I know I could read comics if I wanted to, but honestly I just don’t have the time right now, or the brain to then sort out the differences between MCU and comic versions and choose what my interpretation will then be.

Pietro was really waning there for a while, but he got saved by the “Speedster of the Galaxy” AU because that to me was like new content, heh. It was just content that me and Mantis-mun and others were creating and contributing to instead of official content, which is fine, it’s great! That’s what we’re here for! Plus I love his ship with @starcchild, and that overlaps with my Tony muse here, which is still going strong. So Pietro is safe for now. XD

Wanda… my muse comes and goes for her but lately it just hasn’t been there. I adored DSMoM, but 99% of people I write with didn’t, and I think the negative backlash from the fandom regarding that movie kindof… tempered my muse a bit. Because I felt like I had to hold back or not talk about it or write about it, when I really wanted to. I was excited and inspired to go in all these new directions with Wanda, only to then still be writing during the same points in her timeline that I had been for a few years already. So that’s what’s been preventing my muse for her from really taking off. Anything that I can really get into or that feels new in an exciting way, I’ll jump on it, but lately I’ve been struggling with her. I do love the threads I have with @illbringthechaosmagic and @multiversalstarlight on Wanda’s blog, though, so that’s helped sustain her for a while.

Clint here on this blog… only has one thread right now, and that’s just fine with me, heh. If not for that one thread, he’d be cut. I still haven’t watched the Hawkeye series, mainly because I lost interest, so that gives you an idea of how long my muse for him has been waning. But the one thread I have with @sadiebrin is very cool and I can manage to squeeze out one thread a week with Clint for that. XD

I would love to bring back Red and White Vision, since they’ve been on hiatus for a few months now due to a lack of muse. I feel like it’s been enough of a break and I could maybe get back into them, but… no time, unfortunately. I’d need to cut some other muses that are taking up a lot of time in order to make time for Vision, and I just don’t see that happening. Maybe if I put Wanda on hiatus for a bit, but Pietro’s activity is really high and they’re all on the same day, so… who knows.

I have been toying with the idea of having an MCU multimuse and putting ALL my MCU muses on there, so that if I didn’t have muse for someone on that day, then I could skip them in favor of working on someone I did, but at this point, they’re so established on their own blogs and here on this one that I just feel like… it’d scatter and mess up where all my shit it stored, heh. I have issues with organization and how I think of things as far as what feels neat and calm and organized to me, heh, and that would drive me crazy to have things split everywhere. But on the other hand, it would really help to lump all my MCU people together on one blog.

Question: If I made another side blog mumu for just MCU people, put them all there, and wrote for them on hmm… probably Mondays, and then removed the MCU muses from this blog and wrote all non-MCU people here… what do you think of that? Would you guys like that, hate that, you don’t care…? I’m not asking you to make the decision for me, I’m just curious. I’m a little worried that a new blog might attract more attention and interaction, though, and I really can’t expand my writing partners too much right now, I’ve got enough on my plate. I guess I could just say something like “closed for new partners” or something, I dunno. Thoughts?

Imma stop rambling now omg. Actually ranting about all this helped release some stress and distract me for a while, so that was good, haha. Anyone who’s read this far, thank you, you’re the best. XD

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tonysslut · 2 years

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Bend the rules

Summary: You finally decide to confront Tony, but things don't go as planned.

Warnings: Kinda Dark!Tony? Mentions of infidelity, Manipulation, I think that's all

W/C: 655

A/N: I've been reading so many dark stories on here so I wanted to try to write one myself. This isn't very dark, but I just want to see what kind of reaction this gets. Feedback is HIGHLY appreciated.

Tony Stark Masterlist

You glance at the clock, seeing it’s now reading 3 am. 4 hours. You'd been waiting around for Tony for the past four hours. He told you he’d be back by 11. You were aware that he was spending time with another woman. It was hard to back that up since you didn’t have any evidence, but you felt it deep in your gut.

You were acting like a fool by continuing to sit here and wait for him, even though this had been going on for months. Listening to his pathetic excuses, having him apologize and clean up his act for a few days before turning around and doing it all over again. Tonight would be the same as any other night.

The elevator door dinged open and Tony walked out, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw you sitting on the couch. He didn’t expect you to wait up this time, and he knew by the look on your face that his pre-planned excuses weren’t going to work this time.

You stare up at him and wait for him to speak. You can smell the cheap perfume coming off of him and it makes you sick. When did he fall out of love with you?

“I’m sorry baby, I got caught up with the team at the bar. I should’ve texted you.” He says as he kneels in front of you and places his hand on your knee. His touch is icy, no longer feeling loving and warm like before.

“Cut the bullshit, Tony.” you spit out and push past him when you get up. “You’ve been coming home late for months. I’ve heard all the excuses. I want the truth now.” You watch as he stands up and runs a hand through his hair. You knew better than to confront him, but you were sick of how he was treating you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Y/N. Let’s just go to bed. I’m exhausted.” He exhales loudly.

You study his face and feel your eyes beginning to water. The man in front of you once had your entire heart, but now he feels like a stranger.

“I know you’re seeing other people. You have been lying about being with the team. I know each night you come home later and later expecting me to be asleep.”

Tony just stares at you, not knowing what to say. Everything you’ve said is true. But he knows that if he plays his words right, he can get you to stay. You stand there and watch as he approaches you, his tall figure casting a shadow over you. He takes your hands in his, pressing a gentle kiss onto the tops of your hands.

“You’re just worrying too much, princess.” He brings his hands up to your head and brushes the hairs out of your face. “There’s no one else, it’s just you. Always has, and always will be, just you.” He lies, grabbing your face in a seemingly loving manner.

You don’t want to believe him, but his touch is intoxicating. His rough, calloused thumbs stroke underneath your eyes, lulling you to sleep. Your body instantly turns into puddy as he presses his lips to yours. But his gentleness doesn’t last long. He suddenly squishes your cheeks together. The grip he has on you is painful.

“But if I ever hear you speak to me like that again, I’ll make sure you can’t walk for a week. Understood?” His eyes are dark, and his voice is deep with a touch of something sinister. You quickly nod the best you can, just wanting him to let you go.

“Good girl.” He says as he releases your face, bringing his hand to the back of your head so he can place a kiss on your forehead. The way he quickly changed his demeanor almost gives you whiplash. “Now let’s go to bed, yeah?”

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praxeus-13 · 2 years

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Would you write river x general neutral reader cuddling at night (nothing nsfw please) and river gets cuddly and soft, and she tells reader that everything is gonna be okay in the end? 👉👈 Just been having a rough time lately and really need her, haha

(or honestly any scenario of her being soft and comfy and cozy! She brings me so much comfort)

Darling

Pairing: River Song x Reader

Word Count: 850

Summary: See above

Warnings: None

For: Anon

A/N: Anon I am soooo sorry this took so long! I was having writer's block :( I hope you’re doing better now, and if not I hope this cheers you up!

You’d had worse than a bad day, worse than a bad week. At the very least you’d had a bad month. It was the annoying kind of bad month, where instead of having one or two big events to blame your emotional distress on, it was just many little things slowly adding up overtime. Today had just been the final straw, too many people bothering you at work, too many things not going right, you returned home completely exhausted.

Unfortunately, as you opened the door to your home, you saw the very last thing you needed right now - River’s TARDIS. Or rather, The Doctor’s TARDIS, that River had borrowed (stolen) away for the night. She’d show up randomly, drag you into the box with wild promises and give you the time of your life. However, while River did always take you where she said she would, your adventures often ended up with the two of you running from some sort of trouble - usually when she stole artefacts from wherever you were. River stood leaning against the TARDIS doors, a drink in her hand evidence that she’d raided your fridge, and as soon as she saw you she perked up.

“Ah, there you are darling, I was beginning to question whether I’d got the timing right. Now I have a lovely evening planned out for us-” River was clearly about to start her ‘sales pitch’, and usually you would be all ears, but tonight you interrupted.

“River, I’m sure that whatever you’ve got planned is lovely, but I’m really not in the mood. All I want to do is lie down and rest.” Part of you felt bad for saying no to her, but you knew that if you went with her you’d just feel worse.

River looked slightly shocked for a moment, before quickly recovering, “Well it’s not what I had planned, but I’d certainly be up for a night in if you need it.”

Now it was your turn to look shocked, “Uh, are you sure? I mean I’m really not up for anything, I’ve had a shitty few weeks.”

“Y/N, I love our adventures, but I love you more. So go change and have a shower while I make dinner.” She booped you on the nose before spinning on her heel and waltzing into your kitchen.

You stood there dumbfounded for a moment, before edging your way around the police box sat in your living room and heading towards your bedroom.

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Just over half an hour later you stepped back into your living room with a new, comfier set of clothes on and damp hair. Enticed by the smells, you made your way towards your kitchen, stopping in the doorway to watch as River started to dish up. She caught sight of you and smiled as she added the sauce into the bowls of pasta.

“Go sit down darling, I’ll bring these through in a moment.”

You did as she asked, sitting on the sofa and starting to flick through Netflix to see the latest films available. Finding one that looked good, you put it on just as River handed you your food and sat down next to you.

“Thank you River, I really needed this.” You told her earnestly.

She laughed, “You haven’t even tried it yet darling.”

“I meant-“ You started to correct her, though she cut you off.

“I know, now eat your food and shush so we can watch this film.”

You smiled lovingly at her in response, obeying her command without protest.

Later, when your pasta was long gone and the movie credits were rolling on the screen, you were curled up in your lover’s arms contentedly. River reached forward to grab the remote and turned your TV off completely, before increasing her tight hold on you.

“You know you can always call me if you need, and I’ll come running.” She was speaking in a soft tone, one that you were sure could lull you to sleep.

“Are you sure? You seem to have a busy life, I don’t ever want to get in the way of that just because I’m feeling a bit down.” You replied groggily.

River grabbed your cheek and tilted your head to look at her, “If you need me, you call, I’m a time traveller remember?”

You nodded and laughed softly at the reminder. “Even if I just need you to tell me that everything’s gonna be okay in the end?”

“Especially if you need me to tell you that everything’s gonna be okay in the end.”

You hummed softly at the thought, life would always have it ups and downs, but it would be nice to have someone to brighten up your days when you were feeling down. Snuggling back into your previous position, you closed your eyes and listened to River’s heartbeat as you started to fall asleep.

“Y/N?” River’s voice was even softer now, and you simply hummed in response, “Everything will be okay in the end, I promise.”

You smiled to yourself, glad that you got the affirmation, before you finally fell asleep in your lover’s arms.

#river song x reader #river song #doctor who reader insert #river song x you

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 2 years

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The Gym Membership - Part 13 (Echo)

Summary: Echo sees how everyone’s handling the situation with Tech and Kamarie; tries to keep his mind occupied.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Thought you would have to wait for awhile for the new instalment, SURPRISE!

Haven’t really flushed out Echo’s part yet, but I’m thinking it’ll probably be around the three to four part mark, and then there will be Crosshair and finally an Epilogue with Omega.

Hopefully you all will love how this story is progressing.

Love oo, and thank you for showing this series so much love.

Warnings: Mentions of illness, the effects of illness, flirting, kissing, fluff, wedding discussions, I think that’s it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

AO3 Link | Words: 4,882 | PREVIOUS - -> NEXT

Gym Membership Master List | Main Master List

“Where’s Kamarie?” Echo glanced from his brother to the empty seat beside, he had gotten used to seeing it filled by Kamarie’s smiling radiating presence. However, lately she seemed to be having less and less energy.

“Still sleeping, she had a bad night” came Tech’s answer, his face solemn as his eyes focused on the cup of coffee in his hands.

Seeing how much it was affecting Tech, how much Kamarie was suffering broke Echo’s heart. He knew she was having a rough time of things lately, but to hear it was getting worse and more consistent really weighed on him.

“Sorry vod, I can just imagine how difficult this is for the both of you. Do you wanna stay home with her today? I know the guys won’t mind. Pretty sure we can handle a few things, plus I can ask Zaina to step in for you, since it’s her day off. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

Tech simply shook his head, “No, it’s okay thanks. She wants me to go to work.”

Echo nodded, “Is that what you want?”

“No”

“Why not try to convince her?”

“I did, but she was adamant”

“You mean she wants alone time”

“No. I think …” Tech’s hands rested against the table clenching against themselves, “I think she’s finding it harder than she realized to deal with her weakening body, and having someone she loves beside her, especially, when there’s nothing anyone can do.”

“What about that nanite stuff you told me?”

“As you know I’m started assisting the engineer, she has been working with, these past three weeks. It unfortunately took a while to gain his trust but they finally relented and allowed me to help, after weeks of us asking unceasingly, but …” Tech leaned with resignation in his chair, “it …” his throat bobbed up and down, he cleared his throat fighting back the tears that kept wanting to surface, “after careful evaluation and analysis, we determined the nanites won’t be ready. At least, not for how soon she would need them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly as I’ve stated. Even if we skipped a thousand safety checks - which she … we would never do, the nanites to combat cancer won’t be ready for at least two years, and that would be for basic testing, not even complex testing on distinguishing the difference between masses of cancer cells and organ components.”

“She could hold out” Echo took the seat beside Tech, hoping his presence alone would encourage and strengthen his brother, “you never know. She’s one strong, determined and incredible woman, she may be able to hold out longer than you think. You may give her the strength to hold on.”

“I hope so. I really do. I don’t think …” Tech felt his throat tightening, he cleared it once again, fighting back the wave of emotion that wanted to erupt, “having her living here for the past four months have been amazing. Something I never imagined would be possible for me, and I want to be able to enjoy more days with her” a tear slipped down his cheek, as quickly as it escaped, Tech was ready to wipe away the evidence of his turmoil.

Echo made sure not to bring it up, Tech was never one to be very open with his emotions, and he certainly wasn’t going to make him feel uncomfortable by pointing it out now.

“How about you just stay home Tech. As you say, you want more days with her, so take advantage of the days you do have, because as you and I both know things are going to get harder for the both of you. So stay and help her. I’ll let the guys know.” Echo stood from the table patting Tech’s shoulder before he grabbed his keys and headed to the Gym.

Tech didn’t fight Echo, despite how annoyed Kamarie may have been when she woke up and realized he was still there, he knew deep down she would’ve been happy to have him by her side, even if it was just to hold her hand.

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“Man I knew she was having a hard time lately, just didn’t realize how bad it got” Zai commented after hearing the morning conversation Echo had with Tech. She glanced over to Hunter, who looked as though he was going through his own emotional upheaval, he held on to her hand, tightening his grip, reinforcing within himself she was there beside him.

Mel and Zaina both leaned against the juice bar, “We should go and see if there’s anything we can do for her.” Mel had been by to see her a few times, but every time Kamarie had kept the visit brief, now she understood why.

Zaina nodded, “I’m off today, I’ll stop by and check in on her”

Mel nodded as she paced back and forth a bit, “Excuse me guys, I need to talk to Wrecker for a second.”

Echo glanced over to Zai, with a questioning look, she simply shrugged not knowing the answer to his silent question. Well if she was going to have a convo with Wrecker, he was going to have a convo with his vod “I’m gonna talk to Crosshair, be back in a minute, Zaina would you mind looking after the front desk from me” Zai nodded as she watched Echo take off.

Everyone was all a little downhearted after learning how far Kamarie’s illness was advancing and affecting her, even Tech’s handling of the situation was leaving everyone with a sadness in their hearts. Their concern for Kamarie and Tech took over any other considerations they had going on in their lives at the moment.

However, despite the sadness and the pain he knew everyone felt, Echo knew it was the right thing to tell everyone, for Tech and Kamarie’s sake they all need to rally for the two of them.

“Hey Cross” Echo took the seat in front of his older brother’s desk, picking up a paper clip and twirling it in his hand.

“What’s up Echo?” Cross asked without looking up from writing up his notes on his last patient.

“Do you mind if I just sit here for a while?”

Crosshair stopped his paperwork and looked at Echo, it was unlike him to just come in and sit with him for no reason, if he was here something must be really bothering him “What’s wrong?”

Echo’s hands fidgeted with the sweats covering his lower prosthetics, ever since he came back from the war, Cross seemed to be the only one to provide him the greatest comfort, aside from Tech. Maybe it’s because he had this calming presence when he looked after his brothers, constantly by their side no matter how crazy they got, usually because Crosshair undoubtedly did something crazier.

Either way, having Cross there to comfort him, however minimal, made Echo miss his twin a little less. It had been years since he lost Fives but on days like this, on days when his emotions felt like they were going to drown him, it made him miss Fives terribly.

He sighed “Kamarie’s not doing well. Every day she’s getting weaker.”

“How’s Tech doing?”

“As well as can be expected, this morning he was having a hard time”

“That’s not what’s troubling you though, is it?”

Echo leaned back and looked up to the ceiling, “No. It isn’t. As sad as I feel for them, I can’t help thinking about when Wrecker was in the hospital and regardless of how much I wanted to help, there was absolutely nothing I could do to help him. I mean it was bad enough he was injured, dealing with the burn and the loss of his eye, but especially after what that woman did to him, breaking up with him when he was recouping. It killed me to see and to hear him in so much pain and I couldn’t do anything.”

“Hear?”

He let out a sigh, this was something he never told anyone but with Cross at least with this, “I never told you guys this, but at night I could hear Wrecker crying, mumbling that woman’s name. Whenever, I asked him what was wrong, he simply pretended to be sleeping.”

“That’s rough”

“Seeing him like that, knowing I couldn’t help him broke my heart, and I just can’t help think about Kamarie and Tech’s situation and wonder if I could ever be as tough as Tech. I was by Wrecker’s side for a few weeks and it nearly killed me, and as much as I love Wrecker, it’s not the same as watching the person you love dying in your arms for months on end.”

“First, need I remind you, you were a patient and injured along with Wrecker. What exactly did you think you were going to be able to do? Secondly, you did help him, you convinced the doctors to move you to the same room as his, and because of that you were able to be there by his side when we couldn’t, despite the fact you were in pain, and dealing with your own injuries. Thirdly, Echo” Crosshair shifted in his seat, making sure to look his brother in the eyes, “You are by far the strongest out of all of us. I think if it was the love of your life, I have no doubt you’d move heaven and earth to be beside them.”

“Do you think I’ll ever feel that way?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think I’ll ever meet someone I could look at as the love of my life? For that matter, do you think you’ll ever meet someone to make you feel that way?”

Crossshair tapped his fingers against the desk, “I have no doubt you’ll find someone Echo, good things happen to good people.”

Echo shifted his head to look at his brother, “What about you?”

He glanced from Echo to the paperwork on his desk, this was a discussion Crosshair didn’t want to have, it was a thought, a past, he had pushed to the furthest point in his mind. It was a memory he didn’t want to think about, “You know Echo, I have to get back to work, and I think it’s almost time for you to head to your physio.”

Echo simply nodded, there was no point trying to drag it out of Cross. He always suspected Cross had something in his past, something he didn’t exactly want to discuss or more specifically someone he didn’t want to think about. However, Echo was a patient man and he could wait him out, he simply stood waved goodbye and headed out.

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Echo sat in his car, parked in front of his physio, he couldn’t help wonder if there was anything he could do to help Kamarie and Tech. Maybe he could cook for them tonight, or maybe he could help out in some way.

You: Hey Tech, I’m about to heading in for my physio, afterwards I’m gonna pass by the store, do you or Kamarie need anything? I was thinking of making dinner tonight for us, but if you guys have something planned already I can work around that?

Tech: Thanks vod. Kamarie hasn’t felt well all day, I’m happy I followed your advice and remained at home. With respect to dinner, we haven’t discussed it as yet. If you could pick up some anti-nausea medicine, that would be helpful.

You: Sure, I’ll make us something for dinner when I get home, anything else?

Tech: Should anything else come to mind, I’ll inform you as soon as possible.

You: Sounds good, how’s Kamarie? You said she hasn’t felt well all day.

Tech: She has not been able to stop vomiting all morning, which aggravates her coughing, leading her to have difficulty breathing. She’s currently resting with the oxygen tank we got from her doctor.

You: Is it helping?

Tech: She’s no longer wheezing, allowing her to be able to rest, which at least is beneficial. She may be too weak to come down to dinner to eat.

You: That’s okay, she can have it in bed. Maybe I’ll make some soup, something light, and won’t make her feel queasy, but still satisfying. I think I still have some of the recipes you guys used when I was first recovering.

Tech: Thank you vod, I can cook for us though, you’ll be exhausted once you come back from physio.

You: You’ve been taking care of Kamarie all day, let me do this for you guys.

Tech: I know there’s no point in arguing with you.

You: Good. Aside from the nausea meds, are you sure you don’t need anything else? Or anything else you need me to do.

Tech: Nope. Just the meds. Trust me, vod, you’ve done more than enough. Thank you. Ttyl.

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“Echo”

He blinked a few times, before he realized he was sitting in his physio’s office, “Hmmm? Sorry, what did you say?”

“Welcome back to the living, you okay?”

He let out a sigh, nodding, he kept racking his brain, there had to be something else he could do, something they could all do for Tech and Kamarie. They were coming up on six months soon, maybe they could do a little anniversary dinner, if she was up for it, something easy that they all could easily reschedule, if she couldn’t meet up.

He glanced up to see his doctor just sitting there, eyeing him, waiting for him to open up. As much as he went there for help with his prosthetics, he’d become a friend and somewhat of a therapist for Echo, “Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just … my brother, Tech, he started dating this woman about six months ago, and they’re … it’s hard pressed to find a more perfect couple. It’s as though they’re made for each other.”

“That sounds amazing”

“It is. I’ super happy for him” Echo chuckled, thinking as to how his life turned out, he moved out of Hunter’s place for Zai, only to move in with Tech, who’d ended up finding himself the woman of his dreams and living with the two of them.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“She’s really sick, and every day she’s getting worse”

“I’m sorry to hear that, what’s wrong with her?”

“Cancer”

“Is she on any treatment?”

Echo simply shook his head, “Umm … no, she … they told her there wasn’t anything more they could do.”

“I’m sorry, Echo.”

“It’s okay, Azi. I just … my heart breaks for Tech, he’s never had the best of luck when it comes to women. The first time he really fell in love, it … anyways, that’s …”

“Echo, can I ask, are you interested in Kamarie?”

“What! No. I mean she’s lovely but definitely not.”

“Okay. It just sounds like you’re maybe … a tad jealous, no doubt the situation is quite upsetting and very sad, but you seem jealous regardless”

Echo rubbed his head, was he jealous? He most certainly didn’t have feelings for Kamarie, she was beautiful, funny, and kind, but that’s as far as his feelings for her went. Since the first time he met her, he always looked at her as a sister, never anything more. No, he definitely wasn’t jealous of Tech because of Kamarie, “Don’t know what to tell you, but I’m definitely not interested in Kamarie.”

“Is that the only reason you could be jealous of Tech?”

“What other reason could there be?”

Azi simply shrugged, he wasn’t going to tell Echo, this was something he needed to figure out for himself. “Maybe it’s something you have to think about, anyway let’s discuss what you want to work on now with the new prosthetics”

“My brother’s getting married”

“The one with the girlfriend”

“Not Hunter, Wrecker. I want to be able to dance at the wedding. I used to be really good, but I haven’t tried anything like that since the first time I was outfitted with prosthetics.”

“Hmm, I think it’s definitely possible, let me see” Doctor Azi pulled out a referral sheet, “There’s a dancing instructor that’s quite good, she actually coaches Paralympic dancers. I’ll set up an appointment for you, once it’s set up, I’ll send you the information.”

“Thanks”

“Of course. Now, how are you feeling with the new prosthetics? Any issues or problems?”

“None, everything feels really good actually.”

“It’s been a few months with the new prosthetics, compared to the old ones have you noticed a difference?”

“Definitely, my movements are smoother. I feel as though my actions have become second nature again.”

“That’s fantastic and after such a short period of time. Alright let’s get you doing your exercises, and then we’ll book your next follow-up”

“Sounds good”

- - - - - - - - -

“I got the nausea medication” Echo shifted the basket in his hand, while he was double checking with Tech what else they needed, “my physiotherapist said ginger is also good for nausea, and I still have some of the herbal tea my doctor recommended for when I was having trouble with my stomach last year. I forgot to tell you earlier. I just remembered when I was talking with my physiotherapist”

“Thanks, Echo. Also, despite my numerous objections, your offer to cook and almost physically restraining her, Kamarie succeeded in making dinner for us this evening”

“She made dinner?”

“As I said despite my numerous objections and attempts to quell her ambitious desire, yes, she made dinner.”

“I’ll make sure to eat plenty and tell her it’s delicious.”

“Thanks, vod. I have no doubt she will greatly appreciate your effort, especially, since it took her a great deal of effort just to make dinner.”

“Then I will even pick up flowers for her”

“She will appreciate it even more.”

“See you soon”

Echo shifted from the aisle, his vision focused on the basket in his hand, as he did his best to make sure the bottle of cashew milk he had wasn’t tipping over on to his grapes.

When his step was impeded by something small and sturdy, it jostled the basket, nearly throwing him off balance, he reached out to steady himself. In that instant, he closed his eyes, when he opened them again, he was looking into a pair of eyes wide with shock and holding on to him for dear life. He could feel his heart beating faster than it had in a long time, as the most soft and pleasant scent of orchids with a hint of coconut filled his nostrils. About a million thoughts ran through his mind, and at the same time there wasn’t a single thought as he looked at those eyes.

“Are … are you okay?”

He shifted his hand feeling something soft underneath his fingers, the fabric was gentle, smooth, and shifting slightly, as the person in front of him took in a shuddering breath, “Yeah, sorry.”

Her hand tightened against his chest, as she fought against gravity that seemed especially determined to make her fall on her butt, and embarrass her in front of this man.

“It was my fault” Echo did his best to keep them both steady and up; he shifted a little so it felt less awkward trying to hold them both up.

“No. I was on my phone and not paying attention.”

“I was busy fiddling with my basket, I should’ve been paying attention, but I was trying to save my grapes”

She smirked as she looked from his eyes to the basket, “At least they know your effort was not in vain” my eyes found his again, “even if they did get squished”

“Huh?” Echo glanced over to see the cashew milk lying on top of the grapes squishing them, “Well that’s disappointing”

Echo looked back at the woman in front of him, the shock expression on her face shifted till she started giggling the sound of her voice was something completely unexpected, it was loud and jovial, full of life, and not dainty in any shape or form. “Okay so you’re sorry, I’m sorry. We’re all sorry right, and the grapes died, despite the brave battle they fought.”

Echo chuckled his hand tightening on her waist, “Well I am sorry, and yes they did die a warrior’s death.”

She couldn’t help feeling relaxed and absolutely comfortable with the man in front of her regardless of the fact he was a complete stranger, “It’s not everyday I get to bump into such a handsome stranger, and at the grocery store who has a clever sense of humour.”

He felt a tapping against his chest, he glanced down to realize they had been standing this close to one another for the past five minutes, he let her waist go, stepping back, she shifted till she found her balance as well. Echo’s face felt heated from how close they had been for the past few minutes, “Sorry, didn’t mean to …” he motioned with his hands to their predicament.

“Chivalrous and polite, let me guess married with kids?”

“Is that always case?”

“Usually, either that or their gay” Her phone beeped loudly breaking the tension between the two of them, Echo glanced down to the phone in her hand, she looked letting out a sigh, “Sorry this is one of my kids”

“One of them?” Echo smirked, this woman is definitely interesting.

“Yeah, I train some.”

“Oh?”

The phone kept ringing, “Sorry, I gotta get this”

“No worries, it was a pleasure to meet you. Take care of yourself” he nodded to the woman, as she smiled while she answered the phone. She hesitated for a minute before she walked off.

It was only when he was in the car heading home, did he realize he never got her name or even her number.

If Cross had been there with him, there would’ve definitely have been teasing all the way home, restless shaming from Cross, and more than likely he would have been the one ending up with a date at the end of those few minutes.

His hand twitched against the steering wheel, even though he felt the leather under his fingers he wished it was still her shirt, and the heat from her body seeping into his hand.

He shook his head, chastising himself out loud, “Come on Echo! Stop being a creep! You just met the woman. Get it together. If it’s meant to be you’ll run into her again.” As he drove, he couldn’t help remembering the day and time he ran into her at the grocery store.

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Wrecker sat there cradling Iris in his arms, as he looked at Mel. He hadn’t said much, since Mel told him her idea for their wedding. He couldn’t help smile at her, he thought for sure he was in love with her when he first met her. He was fairly certain about his feelings when she told him she was pregnant, only to realize he had fallen more in love. He was convinced how deep his feelings were, when he saw how she took Omega under her wing, and he knew he’d never leave her side when he saw how she doted on their own daughter, but what she proposed made him want to be by her side for all of their life, their daughter’s life, and any future grandchildren’s, if he could he wanted eternity with her. He never imagined he’d fall even deeper in love with her at that moment.

He took in a deep breath, doing his best not to jostle his sleeping angel.

“Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper last thing he wanted to do was to wake his ad’ika. He watched his little girl wriggle closer to him. He’d noticed lately whenever he spoke, she always ended up clinging closer to him. He watched as a little smile appeared on her lips, and her tiny hand gripped on to his shirt for life itself.

“She clearly loves her daddy” Mel reached forward trailing her finger over her daughter’s head.

“You still haven’t answered mesh’la”

Mel let out a sigh, “Cyare, I am sure. I wouldn’t have suggested it, if I wasn’t sure. You know me well enough, to know that.”

“True, but you have to remember if we do this, there’s no going back. We can’t change our minds last minute”

“I know. I am fully prepared to do this.”

They both looked at their daughter, Mel shifted till she sat beside Wrecker, leaning into his side, her hand resting on his arm that held Iris, he shifted his arm wrapping it around her. Holding her close to his side, Wrecker looked at Mel, her warm eyes, her pleasant smile, it all made him realize how lucky he was to have her there, he smirked as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“You’re amazing, cyar’ika. You know that?”

“I’m amazing because you are incredibly patient with me, support me and my crazy ideas. However, are you okay with what I suggested?”

“Absolutely. I think it’s a brilliant suggestion and an incredibly thoughtful one.”

Mel rested her head on his shoulder, “You know you are just as amazing” she breathed in his scent, he smelled of baby shampoo, cedar, and a slight hint of her own grapefruit lotion.

“Meh. You came up with the idea.”

“And you are willingly supporting it.”

“How about we just agree, we are both amazing; and our little ad’ika is absolutely incredible.”

“Agreed” Mel reached up and placed a gentle and delicate kiss on Wrecker’s lips, he took the chance to deepen the kiss as best he could without trying to jostle Iris. Mel pulled back, smirking at his pouting face, “We can continue that particular discussion later on tonight, once the little one is in her crib.”

“I’m going to hold you to that”

“Have I ever gone back on my word?”

He simply chuckled as he pressed his forehead against hers.

Mel took in a deep breath, grateful she had Wrecker and Iris in her life, indebted to whoever thought she was worthy enough to have such an amazing man and the most beautiful little girl by her side.

She shifted till her head found his shoulder again, “Do you think everyone will be on board with our suggestion?”

Wrecker nodded against her head, “I think once we tell everyone, they’ll be quick to rally behind the idea.”

“Should we keep it a surprise for them or tell them?"

“Hmmm that’s a good question, on the one hand we can guarantee they’ll be there. After all, he is one of the groomsmen, and she is one of the bridesmaids.”

“Not to mention they’re family”

He chuckled against her head, “Good point, mesh’la. However, Tech should know just in case Kamarie isn’t feeling well”

“True.”

Mel focused on their daughter, “Okay how about this? We keep it a surprise until we have everything ready, then as a backup if it doesn’t work because either they don’t want to go along with the offer or she’s feeling too sick we can simply go back to plan A.”

“Agreed, although, I think we won’t have to worry. I do believe, my younger brother may have been planning something already.”

“Really?”

“Well Tech was asking me about your ring, how I knew you would like it, was there some special insight I had? Whether you came with me to get the ring or did you perhaps pick it out prior to me going to pick up the ring? You know him, he had a million and one questions.”

“Yeah, that sounds like him. So, what did you tell him?” Mel smirked as she looked at her ring, thinking back to the day they were in the hospital room, and Wrecker got down on his knee to ask her, Iris asleep beside them.

“Simple, I told him when I looked at the ring, I just knew. The moment I held the ring in my hand, I imagined offering it to you. Getting down on one knee, telling you everything I wanted to tell you, and I could see your face, your reaction, and I just knew.”

Mel shifted her head, pulling back to look at him, a smile gracing her face, “You never told me - you know me so well love.” She placed her forehead against his, “I love you”

“I know. I love you too”

She smirked, as she felt him shift placing the gentlest kiss on her forehead, readjusting till her head rested on his shoulder again, “What did he say, when you told him?”

“Not much actually, he just simply nodded, and went back to his phone.”

“Well maybe we should talk to Tech and Kamarie first then, but after we find out if Tech has got the ring.”

“Perfect. He gets the ring, we give him a wedding.”

“So when do you wanna get married?”

“Well since we’re going to have a simple ceremony, how about as soon as those two agree to take over our wedding?”

Mel nodded against Wrecker’s shoulder as the idea of being his wife sooner than they anticipated crossed her mind, making her smile from ear to ear. Imagining their life with Iris and any other future children.

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bangtanloverboys · 5 months

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this one was random, thought it was interesting idk

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Reader is on and off again lovers with stoner!taehyung, and as song goes only calls reader when he’s high out of his mind

History behind them is that he wasn’t always like that, he used to be a very kind and caring boyfriend when he was offered weed by jk

He started smoking more and more and at first, reader didn’t mind, even joining him a couple times but then she realized that usually when he’s high he’ll only want sex

This point is there is on and off lovers stuff starts

One night when they’re on again, tae calls her late in the evening (11pm-12am). She entertains him for a bit, just talking and stuff, then he’s like trying to lead the conversation somewhere sexy and she stops it

Fight starts, he calls her a prude or boring. She screams at him “well why do you only call me when you’re high?!”

“High?” “why do you only call me when you’re high?” fight starts out, and he’s like “no I do not!” She’s yelling back “name one time you’ve called me when you weren’t higher than the empire state building?!”

“Alright baby, just calm down, let’s talk again in the morning when you’re feeling better.” is what tae says and she just yells “no! Get a grip on yourself or lose my fucking number!”

She cries herself to sleep

Following morning, leaving the apartment and neighbor hobi (who she thinks is cute and is friends with; but since she was with tae, wouldn’t pursue)is like “rough night?” “what?” “i uh, heard you last night.”

Reader gets embarrassed and apologizes for causing a scene so late and won’t do it again

Hobi says it’s no big deal, he feels sorry for her because her boyfriend must be a jerk if he had her up screaming and not in a good way

“Well not anymore” she explains that she dumped him and is done with him

Hobi is like “oh? Can i take you out then?” reader thinks about it for a bit, and seeing how she’s always thought he was cute, decides to go for it

They date for a few weeks and it’s all good

Then taehyung shows up at her door and catches both hobi and reader by surprise

“look , i wanna apologize. I’ve been a jerk and I'm sorry. I’ll work on being better, baby. I promise, please.” he reaches for her hand and she retracts it.

She looks to hobi, who shakes is head no because not only is reader with him now, he knows how toxic he is

“Sorry, too late.” and walks into her apartment with hoseok in tow, leaving taehyung alone in the hallway

Make a second part of this with TAEHYUNG’S POV, and show the different side of the story and angst central.

#dip outlines

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bihansthot · 1 year

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I had rough times and deleted everything on my phone to feel a bit better. Just downloaded tumblr few mins ago and instantly I got the notification of your post. Damn I missed out what happened lately… first of all I know your bday is passed but still HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Second: CONGRATULATIONS!! That’s a big thing actually but people have different opinions and reactions to stuff so I don’t wanna be all negative about what just happened and your HUSBAND? When did that happened, I feel like I’m in the movie interstellar. Love you and I hope you feel better soon! 🤍🤍

You know I’ve been awful at responding lately when I missed two bday wishes and my bday was over two weeks ago. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get back to you as you probably know my life has just been medical chaos lately.

We sat down and had a good talk about it and it turns out I had totally misconstrued what they meant and I got upset for no reason. My partner (I’m trying to be better about using this term instead of husband now because they are nonbinary) explained that they very much wanted to celebrate my transplant anniversary with me and that I deserved that and reassured me that they were just in a bad head space at the time because they had been so worried about me lately with all the medical problems and hospital visits. I had no idea they had been so worried and stressed out about me because my partner has high functioning autism and adhd so they have a hard time expressing or showing emotion, so we agreed to try and be better about letting one another know when we were worried or anxious.

The current plan is we’re going to go to Las Vegas the weekend of the 25th of Aug and my actual transplant anniversary is the 25th. So it works out nicely for time off purposes for them that it’s on a Friday, I really want to go to the Bacchanal Buffet and Din Tai Fung and stay at the Luxor but everything else is kind of up in the air. I’m really proud of myself for making enough mental progress over these last few years to finally enjoy and celebrate this huge milestone, I may still hate the fact I had to have a heart transplant in the first place but it’s the reason I’m still here and dammit I’m going to eat some amazing food, get drunk and play slot machines because I’ve been through a shit load and deserve a celebration. I also want to honor and celebrate my donor though because without them I wouldn’t still be here and they are no longer with us, so I’ve decided to stop being a sad miserable, depressed, pitiful creature and live life for both of us. It took me a long ass time to get out of the self loathing, wanting to end everything pit but I finally am happy with life and happy with living so I’m going to make sure they get to experience that too in whatever philosophical way you want to interpret that.

So, for clarification sake I’ve been married to my then husband now partner for over 10 years now, we started dating 17 years ago and have been together ever since. I just don’t talk about them or being polyamorous too much because I see a lot of hate towards nonbinary people and polyamorous people, to clarify I’m AFAB personally gender fluid though I lean female and use female pronouns, I’m also pansexual if anyone was wondering but prefer men. My partner is AMAB, bisexual, nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns and I’m super proud of them for discovering who they are, because it hasn’t been easy for them. My boyfriend on the other hand is AMAB uses he/him pronouns and is very heterosexual but isn’t a cis het douche he’s all for trans rights and a good guy all around. So to summarize I’m polyamorous and have a partner of 17 years and a boyfriend of almost 9 months now. Both relationships are going very well and my mental health has never been better.

I hope your doing better my love I know you mentioned you went through a rough patch and I hope that’s all over now. I’m sending all the love.

#sol life #polyamourous #non bianry #gender fluid #pansexual #this post is all over the place #heart transplant #anniversary

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jjkeverlast · 10 months

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Hi it moonie anonie

First of all I'm so happy that your date went great ( what did you do btw you don't have to share if you don't want I'm just a nosy bitch ) and that i love the fics you're putting out for the milestone celebration 💜

And I'm sorry for not writing to you in a long time but I'm going through a rough patch with my mental health and although I wanted to say something to you I didn't have the energy and any idea what I can write but I saw your post about me a few days ago and I gathered myself to write something

So when it comes to my sunburn that I had last time it's gone I had a hard time with it when the skin was pilling off and it was very itchy and I couldn't reach my back properly to put a soothing cream on it 😫

I also got another job offer but it was part time and it was too far away and the money was too little so I would literally have to put my savings to get there and come back so I didn't take it ( I hope you know what I mean bc i don't know how to explain it in English right now 😭)

Anyway i hope you're enjoying your time without school and that your job isn't kicking your butt to much 💜 and that you're having a good day

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hiiii 🥺🥺 it’s so nice hearing from you!! i just need to quickly say something, please remember that you always come first and don’t ever feel obligated to write to me. so please, don’t ever apologize for putting your mental health above other things, that’s exactly what you should do!! i do hope you’re doing much better and especially with those sunburns aggghhh 😩😩

ahhh nooo that sucks regarding the job offer, but i completely get you for not taking it, i wouldn’t have either!! and regarding my own job i’m quitting in two weeks so i’m currently searching for a full time job instead 🤪🤪🤪 we will see if something interesting catches my eye!

regarding my first date, it went really well! we were set up by a mutual friend because she was certain we could click well and she was absolutely right. i’ve never had this much fun with someone before lmfao but yeah we hung out for 7 hours on that first date. we just drank a beer and went back to his place and hung out! and i was with him yesterday as well (that’s the reason i was inactive) and i’m seeing him again tomorrow so 🫣🫣 just going with the flow but he’s such a cool guy hahaha like genuinely funny too!!

my time off has been lovely ever since graduation!! so yeah i’m fully enjoying it even tho i sleep like shit lately cause i always feel like i have an assignment to do… idk hopefully that fase passes cause it’s bugging me annoyingly 🙄

ahh i’m so glad you’re enjoying my milestone drabbles 🥺 i’ve had a lot of fun working on them hehe i’ll be working on one tonight if im not too tired after work.

#anonie 🌝#moonie <3 #lati's mailbox📬

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frazzledsoul · 1 year

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So because I can’t sleep and I’ve been thinking about fanfiction lately, I thought I’d talk a bit about the story which kind of made me give up, which is A Simple Twist of Fate.

A Simple Twist of Fate is about the concept that Jess is the father of Rory’s baby, not Logan. It was intended to be a cute, fluffy fic that would be done in a few weeks. It didn’t work out that way. It’s a ponderous story that is as of this moment twenty-six chapters long about miscarriage, guilt, and depression. I still get comments every now and then with people telling me they enjoyed it and wanting it to continue, but I also got some very rough reviews that I feel were warranted, although they upset me at the time.

I think I let the story go completely off the rails in the last couple of chapters. I projected too much of myself onto Jess and I think I conflated him too much with Jack Pearson. It got too heavy for me and I had trouble with a lot of the (mild) criticism, so I mostly quit writing it in 2020 after two and a half years.

I really want to write the rest of it, but the next chapter was going to be about a huge fight Jess and Rory have about what caused their first break-up. I’ve never really been able to outline it sufficiently and I didn’t want it to get bogged down like I let happen with these other chapters. It’s my Meereenese Knot, for better or for worse, and I don’t know how to get out of it.

I had some great stuff planned. There’s the chapter where Logan finds out about the baby and asks for a paternity test, and the baby being born prematurely (she turns out to be fine), and some stuff with Jess’s dad, and the wedding, and the birth of their second child....I really wanted to write it, if just for me. It even comforts me to think of Jess and Rory and their cute little family in Philadelphia. But I got bogged down, and then my mind went blank.

So that’s what happened. Maybe I’ll get my shit together now. However, if you’ve read it and enjoyed it, I’m glad for that, and if you didn’t...I’m sorry. Please feel free to leave feedback at this late stage. I’m less inclined to take it as seriously as I did.

I’d also like to apologize for some of the things I did on here about this topic over the past couple of years. I know people sent me their links to fics and asked me to review it or to support them and...I can’t say how many times it happened. I’ve not really been on here much in the past few years anyway. I do feel guilty about it at this point, so if you think I ignored you or blew you off when you asked for support....I do feel bad about it.

#literati #fanfiction #gilmore girls #frazzled rambles about her ill fated creative endeavors

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aarcanechaoss · 1 year

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3. Burn Butcher Burn

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Tahlia has had a rough week and definitely needs more alcohol

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, sexual innuendo and wounds

Note: Read THIS for context on the meeting

Tahlia was angry beyond measure.

Captain Jack was just as pissed.

What kind of bullshit meeting was that? Her first week as Vice-Captain and she already wanted to throw the snobby elitist bastards across the country.

What kind of asshole implies her a whore and then insults her further by mocking her disfigurement. *Working for a pretty penny is what you did best right? So, you should understand. Though I doubt with hands like that it got you far.* Next time Tahlia sees Gueldre Poizot she’s going to…

A hand rests on her shoulder, pulling her from thought. Jack’s face is tight, angrier than she’s ever seen and yet it warms a part of her icy heart- the part she had cut off from the world years ago.

“I’m…” He began. “I’m sorry about the meeting… that’s never happened before, and I am disgusted by what the whale said.” He looked awkward, stumbling over his words, trying to comfort her.

“Don’t apologise for something that was not your fault. Thank you for getting defensive of me but I did work in a bar… unfortunately I have heard worse.”

“Still.” Jack said, his brows furrowing more.

“Plus… finally got Iris to raise her voice.” She snickered, deterring the conversation for them both.

“You know her? I’ve only ever seen her hiding behind Vangeance keke.”

“I know her well… She’s a shy lass and she can probably drink Yami under the table but she’s very sweet. Used to come to my market stalls and buy the trinkets I made and hand them out to the orphanage, but like I said very shy.”

“Drink Yami under the table? Keke.” Jack snickers. “Now that I’d like to see.”

“I’ll invite them out for drinks one day.” Tahlia mused.

The air fell cold again.

“That’ll never happen again under my watch keke.” Jack says seriously. Tahlia only smiled and patted the hand still resting on her shoulder.

“Thank you.” She says again, softer this time. It’s been years since anyone stood up for her- even when she can take care of herself.

Morris Sommar had offered to cook dinner that night, Finn and Damian offering to help- to cover for Tahlia who had taken to cooking every Friday. Both Captain and Vice-Captain- though both in foul moods- hadn’t expected to see them working together… considering last weeks debacle when Tahlia was unofficially made the Vice-Captain of the Green Mantis. It was nice to see that no fights had broken out at the base while they were gone.

“Captain, Vice… We made a roasted duck with mashed potatoes… I hope that’s good enough.” Morris had greeted them first. It was an unusual sight, seeing him covered in stray food and… is that flour? Over the last few months, he always seemed so prim, proper and collected, as is the life of nobles, but here he was grinning ear to ear as he presented the meal he had made (his brother huffing in the corner in annoyance) to his leaders.

“Well, I’m famished, and I have to say it smells great boy.” Tahlia said.

“Keke, I’m hungry lets get in and eat.” Jack added, guiding the much smaller woman towards the dining room- Morris walking behind, blushing from Tahlia’s praise.

~~*~~

The next few days felt like a blur of paperwork and lack of sleep- Tahlia isn’t sure if she actually ate a full meal and going by Damian’s worried looks she probably hadn’t (though the teen had taken his healer duties much more serious as of late).

She had days like this, she always had days where she threw herself into anything and everything just so she could keep her mind at bay.

She saw gruesome things over the years… years that flew by so fast that she barely remembers her own age some days. She’s heard terrible things (far worse than the insinuation that was laced in Poizot’s words) that would disgust even the worst people.

Nothing compared to the nightmares though. A nightmare that would start with her smooth uncrooked hands in a tangle of white hair, sweet kisses and a swell in her belly… a nightmare that ended in red.

She awoke with a start, a yelp leaving her lips against her wishes. She could feel Jack’s eyes on her as she slumped back into her chair. She’d fallen asleep amongst her paperwork and Jack hadn’t woken her up.

“What was that? Keke.” He asked, his scared eye widening comically as he waited for her to answer him.

“A knot in my neck.” She said, crooked fingers kneading into the knotted muscle along her neck. “Must have slept weird.”

“Have a break from all this paperwork for a bit. Ariadne sent a message an hour ago to remind you about getting drinks.” Her Captain said, clearly not believing her at all but he had a policy, if they didn’t want to talk then he didn’t push- granted he isn’t the cosiest person around he still listened… then sliced.

“Perhaps a break is a good idea… how, no, why do we have so much paperwork anyway?”

“Beats me.” He shrugged. “Now, keke, go before I slice you.”

Tahlia only laughed; she didn’t believe he would.

~~*~~

Ariadne was sat in their spot, just as she is every second Saturday afternoon, unless there is a mission… today’s only difference was the third pint at their table. Tahlia only raised her brow as she made her way through the slowly growing bar, an amass of thick white hair catching her eye- Ariadne had invited Iris along it seemed… or dragged her into being social.

“Ladies.” Tahlia greeted as she took her seat on the old word wooden seat. “How’s things?”

“I think my squad is aiming to beat Yami’s in having negative stars.” Ariadne groaned out immediately. “How hard is it to not destroy property?”

“The Mantis’ are just as bad… gods we’ve had so much paperwork I don’t think I can function.” Tahlia grumbled as she grasped a handful of mixed nuts, tilting her head back to eat them. “Our issue is the nobles though… thinking they are tough shit and all that.”

“Yeah that brings me to the question of the week… how did you become Vice?” Ariadne snorted; it was still so unbelievable to her. Iris only nodded her head quickly- she wanted to know as well.

“Fine.” The short woman huffed. “I got mad at the brats who weren’t doing their part of the chores, told the kids who do help me to leave the mess left behind, went and spoke to Jack, the others came crashing in, I got mad and threatened to throw them across the kingdom, someone yelled out that the VC can’t do that, we went back and forth of me saying that I wasn’t and them thinking I was and then boom Jack decided I was.”

“Wow.” Iris said, blue eyes wide as she stared on.

“Yeah that makes some sense.” Ariadne shrugged.

“So, what are you doing here Glamour girl?” Tahlia questioned.

Iris flinched as the conversation shifted, her face blooming a bright red.

“Capt- William asked me to accompany him thr-through town and then Ariadne stole me away. He said he’d pick me up in two hours.”

“Ooh William huh?” Ariadne teased- it only made the younger of the three women blush harder. “He’s even picking you up? Oooh.”

“He asked me to call him that after the last meeting.” Iris answered. Tahlia and Ariadne just smirked. “And he’s only picking me up because he doesn’t want me walking around inebriated.”

“Ooh things getting real serious at Goldie’s base I see.” Tahlia snorted, she just couldn’t help it, seeing her friends get flustered was hilarious. The white-haired woman’s stutter even more prominent than usual.

“Y-yeah a-and what about Captain Jack huh- looking real protective over there.”

“Iris has a point Tahls.”

“I’m sorry are we ignoring that you and Mr Lion have hooked up multiple times?” Tahlia scoffed- ah she loved girls night. Ariadne’s half covered face was now as red as her lovers cloak.

“It was just once.” She muttered.

“Once has you both down bad then… holy shit is he like a god down there or something?” Iris’ comment made the black-haired woman spit her beer back into its pint as she began laughing and coughing all at once- Ariadne however was about to combust.

“Iris!” Ariadne exclaimed, ignoring the short woman gasping for breath.

“What? It’s a genuine question.” Iris smirked. Tahlia only laughed harder, almost toppling off her chair- the bartend, not her former boss, shot them a look of concern.

“I thought you were supposed to be shyer than me.” The Grey Wolves Captain exclaimed.

Tahlia managed to catch her breath, gods she’d needed that. The last few days had been so stressful she hadn’t even got a chuckle in. One deep breath in, fixing herself back on her seat she stared at her brunette, masked friend.

“You said he was good at the tango.” Tahlia said seriously, trying desperately not to crack while Iris began giggling quietly.

“In confidence!”

“Iris clearly knows a thing or two sweetling.”

“Well… I…” Iris was stunted for words.

“Don’t worry Glamour I know plenty more.” Tahlia winked.

That’s how their girls nights went really. Tahlia and Ariadne would tease each other and give one another a break from reality and with Iris it was somehow more entertaining. The girl who was mostly quiet, who would stutter due to her anxious nature could be quite rowdy- though Tahlia knew that already, dying ones hair and competing in bar contests didn’t fool the short faery-like woman.

What none of them had expected was William appearing behind Iris, Finn by his side.

“Good evening.” William greeted. “I hope you’ve been well.”

“Oh, very good, very good indeed.” Tahlia chuckled, sending another wink Iris’ way.

“We’ve been well William.” Ariadne replied. “Hello Finn.”

“Hi Miss Grimmwolf.” The young man beamed.

“I hope you don’t mind me escorting Iris back before it gets too late.” William said, hand moving to rest on his knight’s shoulder.

“Careful Captain this lass is a wild one.” Tahlia joked, moving to stand beside the red-haired boy from her squad.

“Tahls!” Iris hissed- the group of knights only laughed.

“S’ppose I should head off too and try t’ get an actual nights rest before anyone forces me to take a vacation.” Her back clicked as she stretched, and without a hair moving from place (how she did that they’d never know). “You good t’ get back t’ ya base Ari?” Tahlia yawned.

“Marion should be here in three… two… there she is.” The brunette giggles, pointing towards her Vice-captain. “Alright ladies see you in a fortnight and boys see you ‘round.”

Ariadne was quick to make her way to Marion, leaving them in her wake.

“Man, Marion is so pretty, I’m jealous.” Iris sighed, leaning back into her Captain’s hand- a Captain who only smiled softly at her friend. Tahlia smiled too, at the peacefulness the scene gave her… it was nice, sometimes she found it too nice, but maybe that’s just the cynic in her.

“I know right, who gave her the right.” Tahlia joked, shaking her head from those stray thoughts that wandered around her mind.

“You are all very pretty.” William said- though his head was tilted away to hide the pink staining his cheek. Iris stood, his hand moving to rest on her lower back protectively- Tahlia just watched, as she always did, she watched them interact.

Tahlia hadn’t noticed it before, but Iris was tall, well in comparison to herself and Ariadne that is. When the white-haired woman stood proudly (you could hardly say she was even tipsy) she was the same height as her gentle Captain.

“Well have a safe trip back to your base you two- no funny business.” Tahlia joked, turning quickly with Finn on her tail.

~~*~~

Tahlia practically fell into the bath Alice had been kind enough to make for her (reminder; give Alice a nice present). The hot water just seemed to melt away her troubles and unfortunately sober her up a little. Now Ariadne was the lightweight between the three of them, but Tahlia found that today she’d let herself be a little frugal with her consumption and it was worth it.

That nightmare, a constant reminder that echoed in the back of her mind, her failure; that’s what it was. It was so long ago she would have thought she’d move on but-

Tahlia shook her head, black strands falling in her face as she did- she couldn’t be bothered being focused on keeping her hair unmoveable, though now with the mirror peaking through her left peripheral she wished she did.

Tahlia was an appealing woman to look at, she knows this. She had sharp features and moonstone grey eyes, her face void of any scars, marks or stress lines and a figure she had known many a partner to enjoy; but she had her flaws. Flaws like her twisted fingers from a magic accident, like the unnatural sharpness of her canine teeth and a strength that deterred many men… flaws like missing part of her ear- she honestly can’t remember how it even happened which is why she keeps it hidden, because how do you explain a lacerated ear if you don’t remember how it happened.

Next thing Tahlia knows she’s getting dressed and ready for bed… it’s been too painful of a week for her to care any longer. Perhaps later she’ll gift the kids that follow her around with something nice… maybe give Jack something too for dealing with all that paperwork for so long… No wonder the Wizard king was always running away.

#black clover #black clover angst #black clover smut #Tahlia Spiridon #black clover oc #Ariadne Grimmwolf #Iris Blayne

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