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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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The King, The Bat, and The Runaway Part 3 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Not sure why this took me a billion years to complete but alas lol what's odd is I like writing for this three this way...maybe all the angst lol but it kills me to! I've said it before I hate (love) reading stories where couples have spent time apart for one reason another but pinning...ugh. Maybe it's cause I've experienced it with an ex and that hurt sucks lol

I do want to write like an alternate time line where she does go looking for them after like 5 years or something. Or even one where they do get on a plane and follow her to Europe to find her. Or both. Hey... I'm flexible lol

Warnings: Steddie relationship and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Smut for sure with angst and feels, they do have a conversation where they show off their scars to each other and talk about what happened within those 10 years, mentions of domestic abuse and shitty relationships (its brief), flashbacks involving Eddie first being in Hawkins so there are mentions of the bruises from his dad :(, um...I think that's it.

Word Count: 4559

You stare into the void of your closet, tuning out your boyfriend as he shouts at you from the bedroom.

“I don’t understand why you insist on avoiding this question every damn time! I get they are based on people you knew in high school but the way you write them… it feels like you were in love with them!”

Sighing you hang up your dress from that evening and come out in your pajamas.

“Let it go, Noah. It doesn’t matter. They are kids I used to know. End of story.”

“See, Y/N, it’s not ‘end of story’ because you’re still writing said story!”, he points at the manuscript on your desk. “Why won’t you tell me more?”

“Ugh. I’m done having this argument. I’m going to bed. You can either join me or go home.”

Noah exhales as he places his hands on his hips before sitting on the edge of you bed. “Y/N, baby. I love you so much. I just… You keep this locked up so tight. Should I be worried?”

You softly smile as you sit beside him and kiss his cheek. “Honey, you are the only man in the world for me.”

He smiles as he places a peck on your lips. “I better be. Okay, let me take a shower and then I’ll go to bed with you. Hey, you probably already know this but your favorite band released a new single today. You should listen to it. Tell me if it’s amazing.”

After he shuts the bathroom door, you immediately grab your headphones and search for Corroded Coffins new song. You leaned against your pillow, closing your eyes as Eddie’s voice filled your ears.

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You smiled tenderly in their direction, neither one of them making any real move towards you. After making a decision, you take one of Steve’s hands, bringing him to the bed and placing him next to Eddie. Your skirt falls to the floor as you kick it to the side before slowly unbuttoning your blouse and tossing it away as well.

“I’m, uh, I know I don’t exactly look the same but—”

“Don’t.”, Eddie cuts you off. “Don’t even finish that sentence. You’re still fucking gorgeous.”

“What happened here?” Steve’s fingers gently traced along a scar on your outer thigh.

“I’m an idiot.”, you laugh. “I went hiking on this remote island off the coast and tripped. They warned us about slick slopes but I’m me so… cut a big gash that bled everywhere.”

“What about this one?” Eddie points to a small but noticeable scratch on your arm.

“My literary agent and I were coming back from an event and someone hit our car. We were fine but some glass from the window cut me. Here to.” You lift his fingers to graze the much tinier scar on your shoulder. Steve’s eyes linger on a circular scar near your ribs. “Oh, you don’t want to hear about that one.”

“Hey. Yeah, I do.”, he gently tugs on you so your more in front of him. “It looks deep.”

“When I got home from traveling, I met this guy…We weren’t together very long but—”

“He hurt you.” Steve’s voice filled with anger.

You hung your head. “He didn’t mean to. We got into a fight and he meant to throw something behind me but hit me instead. After that, I uh, did what I do best….I ran.” When you finally found the courage to look at them again, they both seemed extremely upset. “See, I told you didn’t want to hear about this.”

“No, hey, no.” Eddie pulled you so you were back in front of him. “We do. We just… hate that you experienced that…especially alone.”

“Because we would have beat his ass.”

“That’s for damn sure.” You grin as they both laugh.

The metalhead brushes your hair away from your face before leaning back to lift off his shirt. Your grin stretches further along your face as the pads of your fingers trace all the new tattoos, hovering over the heart you noticed when you saw him play.

“I got that one after we signed with our first label. If I had known you were going to refer to me as a vampire, I would have gotten some like Dracula teeth or something.”, he chuckled.

“What did you say when he got it?”, you asked Steve.

“Pfft. I didn’t even know he got it until over a year later. Mr. Sex Appeal here took off his shirt at the first concert I was finally able to make and I won’t lie, it surprised me. I don’t hate it though. Better than this other bullshit.”

“Wow. Rude.”, Eddie teases. He turns his attention back to you and twists his body so you can see the scar on his back. “We were playing at one of those festivals and I was fucking wasted. I jumped into the crowd and those kids fucking dropped me; landed on some glass on the floor. I kept playing though.”

He lifts his hips as he pushed his pants and boxers to the floor. Steve grabs your hand, tugging you out of Eddie’s way and onto his lap. You leaned your head against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You absorbed all the never-before-seen tattoos on his thighs and calves as he points to a scar on his right leg. “About 5 years ago I was dating this girl who was just off the walls. We got into a bad argument in our hotel and she went full Sid and Nancy literally throwing a fucking knife at me! Jeff drove me to the hospital and I needed like ten stitches.”

“How come I didn’t hear about this?”, Steve asked.

“Probably because our manager kept it out of the papers AND paid her off as long as she agreed to stay away from me.”

“And you didn’t tell me because…?”

“Sir, you’re a lawyer. I aint tellin’ you shit.” You giggled as Eddie laughed. “No, man. I was just a little embarrassed. Everyone warned me about her but… Plus you were doing so well with what’s her name at the time.”

“Ah, yes. What’s her name.” Steve grins sarcastically as he unbuttons his shirt and points to the long scar leading from the top of his belly button to just below his chest. “Yeah, things were going so well, I needed surgery to remove the ulcers she gave me.”

“Steve, oh my god.” You pushed him back as he balanced on his arms so you could get a better look.

“You told me you were getting your appendix removed, you asshole!”

“I told you that because you were on tour and I didn’t want you to cut that short to come stay with me in the hospital because I know you would have. It’s fine. The doctor said it was a routine type thing.”

“Did your mom or dad come?” You feel yourself start to panic slightly.

“Of course not. You know my family.” He chuckles but stops when he sees that look in your eyes. “Hey seriously. It wasn’t a big thing.”

“You were all alone in a hospital having surgery. I…I would have been there. I didn’t know. I…”

“Y/N, honey, it’s okay. I know you would have.”, he kisses your cheek. “That’s why I didn’t tell your parents either.” Steve sighs as he turns to Eddie. “I told Michelle—”

“I’m still calling her what’s her name.”

“AND she said I was being overdramatic. When I came back home, she was gone, thank God. That relationship was the worst. She was basically a 5’4 version of my father. I didn’t realize it till after I got sick.”

He taps your back with his fingers and you take the hint, sliding over to sit on Eddie’s lap as he slides off his slacks and underwear. “Do I have any on my legs?”, he mumbles as he looks. “Oh! That case you guys mentioned last night? I didn’t just add money to the settlement but a couple of weekends I went over there to help them with some other things if they needed it. One family had a roof that was leaking and damaging their ceiling. Me and some of the other people were able to help fix it for a cheap price but my dumbass slipped off the ladder. Thankfully, I just cut my knee.” Steve gestures towards the line along his knee.

“So, nothing has changed in ten years. We’re all still clumsy and we all pick terrible fucking partners.” You and Steve laugh but Eddie just sits there smiling up at you.

“I think I made a good choice in choosing you that night.” His arms wrap tighter around your waist as he leans his head onto your chest. “Shit, every time I chose you, good things always followed.” Your fingers tangled in his hair as his lips travelled up your skin to your neck. “I missed you so fucking much, Y/N.” His palm gently rested against your cheek as he guided your lips to his.

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“Class! Settle!”, the teacher claps her hands, trying to be heard. “Now I want you all to welcome our new student here. This is Edward Munson.”

“Freak.” Jason Carver pretends to hide his remark behind a cough as you roll your eyes. The teacher scowls at him as she lightly pushes the new boy towards an empty seat.

He definitely was different than a lot of the people around here; at least visually. The only contact he made with anyone was glaring at Carver as he passed him to his desk. His hair was buzzed to the point that he was almost bald. The black shirt he wore hung off his frame, seemingly two sizes too big but when he leaned over to put his backpack on the floor his sleeve rose and you noticed the bruises on his arm that looked like fingerprints.

Your heart broke from him as you connected those bruises to the black eye that was prominent on his face. This boy had been through something awful.

When lunch came around, you found him sitting alone at a table near the window, his arms folded across his chest defensively.

“Hi. I’m, uh, Y/N. Is it ok if I join you?” Eddie sighed through his nose as his jaw tightened. You slowly descended into the chair in front of him. “I see you didn’t get any food. You can share some of mine if you want. I never finish it anyway.”

You found yourself getting self-conscious as he continued to glare out the window. “So…how do you like it here—”

“Can’t you people just leave me alone?!” His sharp tone made you jump.

“Well, excuse the fuck out of me.” You get up and move a couple chairs down, away from him. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches you pull a book out of your bag as you pick at your tray.

The table shuffles as he stands up and you keep your eyes on the pages in front of you as you hear the screeching of the chair being pulled back across from you.

“Have…have you read that book before?”, he asks. You glance over at him before placing your novel down on the table.

“Invasion of the Body Snatchers? No but in class they showed us the black and white movie. It was so cool so I begged my mom to buy me the book.” Eddie’s eyes meet yours for a brief moment before he glares down at the floor. “Have you read it?”

Eddie slowly nods his head. “Have you seen the 70s movie they made? It’s actually pretty scary.”

“There’s another movie!? I didn’t know that. You should come over to my house sometime and we can watch it.” His eyes widen in amusement at your excitement making you panic slightly. “I mean you don’t have to, of course. I just…I think you seem cool and I think it would be fun to hang out with you.”

“You think I seem cool?”

“Yeah, and don’t let people like Jason “douchebag” Carver get you down. Don’t let him make you think otherwise, okay?” For the first time since you saw him, a smile gradually paints his lips and you return it with one of your own. “Do you want some of my pretzels, Edward?”

He leans forward taking the snack that you offer him. “Eddie. I prefer Eddie.”

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You revel in the taste of him as his tongue invades your mouth and you gently guide him back against the mattress. His hands abruptly grip your hips when he feels you begin to grind against him.

“Wait. Wait, wait. Shit. I just… I’ve been wanting to taste you again so fucking bad.”

You smirk as you playful squint at him. “Are you not devouring me right now?”

“Not yet.” Eddie winks before lifting you, spinning you around so your hands and knees were on the bed, your ass displayed before him.

As you searched for the other man, Eddie’s tongue licked a long stripe through your sex causing you to close your eyes as you moaned. A strong hand reached for your face, pulling you to a set of lips that tasted like a mixture of mint and whiskey from the previous night.

Steve.

You reached for his neck pulling him closer to you as Eddie’s tongue moved in and out of your entrance, whining when you feel him abruptly move away.

“Shit, Harrington. I’m being selfish. You didn’t get to taste her pussy last time, did you?”

“Not directly. You coated my fingers so I literally only got a taste.”, he chuckles.

The bed jostles as they switch places and you cry out when you feel a tongue enter your body again. Steve’s technique was much different than Eddie’s. While the metalhead seemed to play with his food, the other man knew exactly what he wanted, hitting every sensitive spot with an aggressive passion that had you seeing stars.

“F-fuck, Steve. Just like…don’t stop. Ed-Eddie?”

“I’m right here, sweetheart.” He came around towards your end of the bed, stumbling forward as you reached for his cock and wrapped your lips around him. “Jesus! Whoa. Slow down, baby. Mmm-- it’s ok.” Eddie’s hands lifted your hair into a ponytail so he could watch you take him.

You pulled back, pumping him as your eyes looked up into his. “Don’t—mmm—Don’t want slow. 10 years was—fuck—slow enough.”

He smirked at you. “Did you hear that, Stevie?” The boy didn’t verbally responded but you felt his head shake against you as his lips wrapped around your clit.

“Show me…show me the men you are now…please. Please, please. Fuck!”

Your body trembled as the coil snapped and you came, your upper half falling flat against the mattress.

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“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Steven Harrington.”

You didn’t even glance his way as you continued putting books in your locker. You were supposed to meet Eddie near the front of the school so you two could bike over to the movie theater to see District 9 and you didn’t want to keep your best friend waiting especially for King Steve.

“I was thinking you and I could go out sometime. Maybe go see a movie or something.”

“Wow. I’m not sure why you would think that. Now fuck off and leave me alone.”

As you shut your locker and start to leave, he loops around you, blocking your path.

“Shit. Look I’m sorry. Believe it or not I’m not very good at this. I just…always see you at lunch with the other kid that makes you laugh and hearing it… I think you’re really beautiful and sweet so I thought I’d shoot my shot, you know?”

As you listened to him speak, you took note of his demeanor and words. What stood out to you most was that he didn’t refer to Eddie as a freak like the other kids did. He seemed so jittery as he bounced on the balls of his feet and as he said that last sentence his eyes shifted nervously to the floor.

“I’ll, um, leave you alone now. I’m sorry if I bothered you.”

“Steve?”, you called as he started heading down the hall. “Eddie and I were going to go see a movie tonight. Would you want to tag along?”

“Oh. Um…is it ok with him? I don’t want to impose.”

“Naw, he’ll be fine. He may seem scary on the outside but he’s a sweet person. Plus, for some reason, he trusts my judgement. If I trust you than he will to.”

Steve flashes you a big toothy grin. “Ok. Sounds like fun.”

“And just so we are clear, Harrington! This is not a date. I don’t like you like that, okay?”

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Steve’s hands roughly grabbed your hips, lifting your ass higher in the air as he guided his cock into your entrance. You both moaned at the feeling before he gradually pulled back until it was just his tip, watching between your bodies as he pushed himself back in. As your eyes rolled back, you clawed at the sheets underneath you, relishing in the feeling of him again.

He bent over you, placing his chest against your back as his hand came around to grip your jaw.

Opening your eyes, you were met with Eddie’s face as he kneeled in front of you.

“Does he feel good?” You nod your head as he moves some hair away from your face. “Tell him, Y/N. I think he’s earned it.”

Steve’s lips kissed your shoulder before he aggressively delivered slow, hard thrusts that pushed him so deep he punched the air from your lungs.

“Steve! Fuck… feels… amazing.”

He pushed up on to his knees pounding into you as you whimpered, your upper half collapsing flat on the bed, allowing him to take what was his. What was always his and Eddie’s. No matter how many men you had dated or been with, hell even before graduation night, your heart belonged to them.

“Steve, I…fuck… I love you. I love you both.”

His movements stalled as he and the metalhead exchanged a look. The man leaned over you again, his breath warming your ear.

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes. I love you so much. I missed you.”

He slowly began pumping into you once more, his hand sliding under your body and reaching to circle your clit.

“I love you to, honey. Cum for me, Y/N, please. I’ve waited so long to feel you again.”

With your body pushing back against his, the coil snapped and you mewled into the mattress below you.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck. Can…can we cum inside you?”

Your arm reached behind you to bring your lips to his. “Please, Steve. I need you to.”

His strong hand held the back of your neck, pressing you into the bed as he chased his high. The sounds of his grunts echoes through the room before his hips sputtered and you felt his spend warm your insides.

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“Yes! We are finally free! Ha ha!”, Eddie tosses his graduation cap in the air and away from you three.

“Really, Ed?” Wayne shakes his head as he smiles.

“Oh, I’m so proud of you guys!” Your mom excitedly hugs the three of you. “Steve, sweetie, where’re your parents?”

“Uh, Sweden, I think.”

You wrap your arms around him as he does the same.

“So…what’s the plan for the night?” Your dad quickly tries to change the subject which the boy appreciates.

“Well, Mr. Y/L/N, we are going back to my trailer—”

“MY trailer.”, Eddie’s uncle interrupts.

“And we’re going to sit on the floor, reading the bible and going over college applications.”

You and Steve laugh at the metalhead as your mom rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Just stay safe and don’t do anything stupid. Now get together I want to take a picture.”

Wayne obnoxiously forces his nephew’s graduation cap back on his head before stepping out of frame as Eddie wraps one arm around your back as you do the same. As he holds up the rock and roll symbol with his fingers, you and Steve can’t help but laugh as the camera flashes.

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Steve collapses on top of you as you both try to catch your breath. Your hand reaches behind you, your fingers running through his sweaty hair as you gently place your lips on his. He rolls off you and as you turn on to your back, you are met with Eddie’s soft but passion filled kisses.

“You ok, sweetheart? Do you need anything?”, he whispers.

Grinning, you climb onto your knees and wrap your arms around his neck. “I need you.”

He smiles as he kisses you again, his own fingers running through your messy hair.

“Do you want me to show you how rockstars do it?” Eddie playfully sticks out his tongue when you giggle and nod. “Keep your arms around me, ok?”

“Always.”

His smile grew as he hooked his own tattooed arms under both your knees and lifted you into the air. After adjusting you slightly, he moved his hips, thrusting his cock inside of you. Your jaw went slack as your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, never feeling anyone this deep inside of you or at this angle. The muscles in his shoulders and chest tensed as he pumped into you.

“Oh…oh my god, Eddie. Please.”

His eyes scanned your face before your forehead fell against his. “Fuck, Y/N. I missed you so much. Mmm-I love you to, baby. I…I never stopped.”

You gripped your arms around him tighter as you lifted your hips to meet his, your pussy fluttering around him as you watch his eyes roll back and close.

Eddie swivels his body around falling flat with you onto the bed, unhooking your limbs from his neck and lifting your leg over his shoulder, holding it for leverage as he pounded into you.

You whimpered as his thumb abruptly came down to play with your clit.

“Please…please, please, please, Eddie!”, you begged; your body trembling as you came.

The metalhead hovered over you, his hair lightly brushing against the sides of your face as his beautiful eyes penetrated yours. Your palms reached up to cup his face as his pace quickened nearing his own release.

“Cum for me, baby. Please. I need you to cum inside of me just like Steve did.”

Just as he had on graduation night, his head fell into the nook between your neck and shoulder, his hips faltering before you felt him thrusting his seed deep into your pussy.

You try and cover the hiss that leaves your lips as Eddie pulls out knowing how he’ll react.

“Fuck, princess. I’m sorry. I didn’t hurt you did I.” He smiles as he watches you laugh. “What?”

“Steve’s right. You’re a big rockstar yet you’re still exactly the same. No, Ed, I’m fine. I’m just sore.”

Steve comes around to the side with a rag in his hand and gently cleans between your legs. “Do you need anything? I’m sure Hugh Heffner here has a pretty awesome shower.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at his friend. “I do actually but I also imagine Elle Woods over there also has an expensive shower so he needs to calm down.”

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“Steve. Steve. Jesus fucking Christ, STEVEN!”

Steve rolled over onto his back slowly, trying carefully not to move you too much. “What, Munson? Lower you voice.”

“Y/N’s not here.”

“What? What the fuck are you talking about?” He fully opens his eyes as he reaches for you but to his dismay his friend was right. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know. She’s not in the trailer or outside anywhere but all her stuff is gone.”

The man immediately bounced up from the bed and started reaching for his clothes. “Maybe…maybe she went to go food or something.”

“Without telling us? Or hell even inviting us. That’s not like her.”

“Yeah but neither was last night…”

Eddie grabbed one of his shirts from the floor as he waited for Steve to get dressed. “Did we fuck up?” The other man was silent as he tied his shoes. “Do you regret it?”

He rose to his feet and collected his keys. “No. I mean… she’s our girl, right? I’ve never…cared about anyone the way I do her. She makes me feel—”

“Wanted.”, Eddie finished. “Yeah… I know how you feel. I don’t regret it either.”

Steve pats his back comfortingly. “Come on, dude. Let’s go find her.”

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Steve woke up to the sound of thunder crashing against the house. His head leaned back against the pillow as he listened to the sound of Eddie snoring next to him. A familiar sense of panic washed through him when he reached over and realized you weren’t in the bed with them.

He hastily tossed back his covers, grabbing his boxers as he flew down the hallway. His hand gripped his chest when he found you in one of Eddie’s band t-shirts, leaning against the backdoor as you watched the rain.

You smiled when you saw him standing there offering him the cup of coffee in your hand.

“You phone buzzed a few times. It may be your law firm but they can’t seem to get along without you.”, you giggle until you notice that panicked look in his eyes. “Steve? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m, uh, I just woke up and—”

“And I wasn’t there. Fuck, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t think. It started to rain and rockstar has a nice view.”

“You know, you two keep making fun of me and my house but I didn’t hear any complaints.” Eddie saunters into the room, coming up behind you as he wraps his arm around you and rests his chin on your head.

“Your phone kept going off too, Eds. To be fair, we did sleep all day but damn.”

“No one’s bugging you?”

“No one I care about more than you two right now.” You grin as Steve leans down to kiss your lips before Eddie gently pulls your hair to do the same. “I, um, I don’t actually have a permanent address I’m attached to. Before a book launch, they have me on the road. I was thinking, maybe, I could get an apartment or something near your firm.”

“Why don’t you move in with me? You and Eddie…if you guys want to. I mean I’m sure Munson has like 50 mansions but—”

“I’m not Mick fucking Jagger.”, he laughs. “I have this house and a relatively large house near the beach in California with the guys. All I have to do is pack a bag and my guitar.”

They both look at you with earnest, waiting for your answer.

“Let’s do it.”, you smile. “Geez, when word gets out, I guess people are going to finally figure out who The King and The Vampire are based on. Maybe now they’ll stop asking me who The Runaway is in love with.”

“Who IS she in love with?”, Steve grins snarkily in your direction.

You meet his sarcastic smile with one of your own.

“Both.”

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hannahlovesluca · 6 months

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“You never loved me, did you?”

| warnings : heart wrenching angst, cursing

It started that one stupid day everyone celebrates when baby Jesus was born.

The one day thats supposed to stay merry, jolly, and bright.

Your eyes divert away from his face, landing on the wall behind him, a creamy white color with intricate swirls, roses, and animals imprinted on.

Your heart is beating so fast, you can feel a dull ache inside your chest that begs you to just give up all hope and run away from this situation.

Give up.

Stop- I can handle this…

Give up.

Everyone has their secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call them cold when they are only sad.

Living life was not the same as it once was when you were young. Being young, you were happy. The world was happy. Everyday when you woke up, there was a permanent smile etched onto your face.

Now, you’re being met with situations like these.

“Y/N. Look at me.”

Your eyes flicker back to Ike, resting on his neutral face, obviously trying to hold back all his pain and sorrows the world doesn’t know about. The world doesn’t need to know.

Ike Eveland himself, is not cold.

He is sad.

Ike Eveland, is sad.

All of humanity's problems stem from a man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone.

At least, that what you thought.

“I’ll fight for you, Y/N. Whether you like it or not,” he says whilst running his thumb down your cheek; you almost want to lean into his touch.

You can’t bring yourself to smile.

If anything, you’re more hurt by his words.

You say the one thing that has been on the tip of your tongue for over a year.

“I don’t love you anymore, Ike.”

"What?" Ike questions tentatively, as if he were scared of hearing the truth.

He takes his hand away from your cheek, and his expression is one of shock.

"Y-you don't?"

"I don't. Not like I used to," you keep your tone as steady as you can. You've made up your mind.

“You’ve changed me forever. And I’ll never forget you,” you know you shouldn’t lead him on, and you’re not trying to, but god does he need to know how much you used to love him.

Ike's face is a mask of sadness, and his lips are pressed into a tight line. He's trying to hold back the flood of emotions that threaten to explode from his eyes.

"I don't know what to say... I love you still." His voice is choked as he tries to fight back his tears. "I... I'll never be the same after you leave me. I can't imagine a life without you."

“Nothing is ever certain,” you say, a small, sad smile resting upon your face.

“Someone will love you the way you deserve, but I’m not that someone, Ike.”

You don't understand how he can be so perfect. You're a nobody and he is a prince. He deserves the world. But you can't give it to him, because you are not what he deserves.

Ike laughs bitterly.

“You never loved me, did you?”

He turns his back on you and you feel something in your chest break. He leaves your house with one last sentence:

"Maybe it's a good thing we're not together after all."

And he leaves.

You want to shout - to scream.

A void in your chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed you the right to your hurt, that believed no one could possibly understand that hurt.

You feel as if you are a child and everything around you is going to hell and there is no one to tell you it is going to be alright.

Your hands are shaking and you clench them into fists.

You don’t love him.

It is the truth, you do not love him.

Not in the way he wants you to.

But it does not change the fact that you do not like to see him go. You do not like that he is hurting.

You have a choice: run after him, or stay where you are.

To run after him, you’d be running into the pouring rain. And this was not a cliché romance novel.

But to stay, means you could never mend things.

You could never talk. You could never fix things.

You had two choices.

Run into the pouring rain or stay dry and let it ruin the grass and flowers.

It was raining harder now.

You grab your coat and run.

Ike hears footsteps behind him and turns. You are running toward him and when you stop, both of you are breathing heavily, both of you are drenched.

There is a flash of lightning and a roll of thunder, and neither of you speak until it has passed.

Your heart is pounding and you are shivering from the cold. Ike steps forward and takes your hands. His eyes are searching yours and you wish you knew what he was looking for.

When he is content with what he finds, his grip on your hands loosens.

You open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off.

His kiss is passionate, but soft and hesitant. He pulls away far too soon, his breath brushing against your skin, making your shiver again.

"I love you," he says.

And this makes you erupt into sobs.

“Please, don’t you get it, Ike? We can’t be together…I… I don’t love you.”

And those words make him flinch.

He takes a step back, and you are left alone again.

Alone in the pouring rain.

You feel a pain in your chest, and realize your heart has broken.

You are not sure whether it was because of Ike, or yourself.

He loves you.

And you will always love him, but not in the way he loves you. He fell in love with a storm, there was no escaping unscathed.

You wanted to cry, but you didn't, you probably should have cried, you should have drowned the both of you there, ending your suffering.

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poptart-productions · 1 year

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his type

[part two of a series]

↳ ❝ [summary] ¡! ❞

after a bit of teasing about your apparent ‘crush’ on eren on your friend’s part, you and “the homegirls” finally make it to the paradis concert.

after the show, the six of you head backstage to receive your v.i.p treatment and instead you get eren’s attention, which—as you’ll find out, is more weight than you can bear

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it was all fun and games until you actually got there

you felt out of place

to be fair, you came for the networking opportunity and that super attractive guitarist, so it’d be unfair to compare you to a fan.

but still, you felt wrong being there—like you took the spot from someone more deserving than yourself.

the pestering flavor of coffee sat heavy on the back of your tongue as you looked amongst the mingling fans—all the faces reduced to featureless paint smears in the darkness.

surprisingly, none of your friends were speaking, at least not too loud—even sasha, which was frightening.

and so, you were forced into what was, practically eavesdropping on fans; all of which were in varying degrees of fandom

“that album—oh my fucking god—they ate”

“—devoured!”

another conversation.

“i’m gonna fucking cry—“

“—jenna, if you cry—we’re going home”

and another.

“eren is so hot—one chance, please”

you chuckled a bit hearing that, because shit—this person is just like you for saying that

but you quirked a brow at what their friend said in response, “well, you know what they been saying about him, you might be—“

another voice, “—don’t even give her false hope—bitch, this isn’t wattpad”

the trio laughs but you’d already stopped paying attention at that point

what have they been saying about eren?

might be what?

from the undertone of the conversation, and the person begging for ‘one chance’ with him, you’d guess that the rumors were alluding to eren being something of a playboy

you sighed; you’re not surprised—he’s young, he’s pretty, and he’s in a band—of course he’s a fuckboy

“you okay—?“

“—oh! miki. . .” your shoulders tense as mikasa’s sultry voice funneled into your ears

you did eventually realize that it was her, and calmed down some; you blinked, finally answering her question, “yeah. . .yeah! i’m alright! i just—i don’t know, i’ve just never really been to a concert, i guess”

“oh, i know how you feel, but you’ll have fun. and if you need some—“ “—let’s fucking go!” before mikasa could finish, the stage lights flicked on, and the boys came on stage all at once

thankfully, you’d done some research on paradis while waiting for the girls in the parking lot—all that fussing, and you were still there first—so you recognized all of the guys and their respective positions

connie, the one coming with so much energy was the drummer—“are you ready, [h/t]?!” he continued, rousing all kinds of ‘yeahs’ from the audience

“then make some fucking noise” another screamed, an attractive fry to his voice

jean : bassist and sub-vocalist—he was pretty fucking popular, too. the sea of fans responded with screeches, some of which consisted of obscene ‘daddy’s’ and ‘fuck me’s’ shouted into the void

these motherfuckers are insane.

seriously, you’d think some kpop group was on the stage right now.

armin, the lead vocalist pouts, “you guys sound bored, c’mon”

you scan the stage, and that’s the moment that man appears, out of nowhere.

eren, the guitarist—though he needs no introduction; he’s the most popular member, for fuck’s sake

he saunters toward the front of the stage, single-handedly causing an uproar in the audience—and why would he not—let’s not kid ourselves here; this man looks fucking good.

waves of brown hair cascading freely down his shoulders, green eyes tinted through the shades he decided to wear inside—but he’s hot so it’s okay

he was shirtless, leading all the attention to his lean—i mean, neckless—of course, the key neckless which he always wore, according to the website you were staring at in your car twenty minutes ago

whether it had sentimental value or he just thought it looked cool, you might not ever know, but it was still eye catching nonetheless

draws attention to that abdomen of his. . .

fuck.

but wait, there’s more; the pants—those fucking leather pants, the light was doing a great job at making it known just how. . .excited he was before getting on stage

either that or, he was just that impressive

after all that time you spent utterly eye-fucking this man, he finally opens his mouth

shit

“if you want us to give it to you, you’re gonna fucking scream, alright?”

sultry, deep, husky—it brought you back to your old boy band days—you’re ashamed to admit that you already started imagining him whispering things to you, dirty things

“one more try” he continues, “make some motherfucking noise!”

he said ‘noise’, and the fans delivered.

all you could hear was noise.

your feelings of isolation only got worse when the music started—if you could even call it that—you could only hear the bass as it boomed from the super-sized speakers above; the only thing cutting through it all was armin’s voice, with occasional harmonies from eren and jean

they sounded nice, but god was everything so fucking loud

you looked over to find everyone having a good time, but you

sasha and historia were screaming the lyrics—regardless of the fact that sasha did not know a single one—and jumping up and down, with mikasa and ymir standing protectively behind them to ensure their safety

they were bobbing their heads to the beat, too. hell, even annie seemed to be enjoying herself; nodding her head and mouthing the words to the chorus

it wasn’t until mikasa hurriedly handed you the earplugs she had forgotten to give you that you saw what all the fuss was about.

there’s nothing for you to say except. . .

you get it, now

you felt like middle schooler, screaming in the audience—it was fun—they’d only performed a few songs, it felt like, before armin looked at the audience with a pitiful smile, “alright, so for this last song—“ the crowd, including you, responded with childish whines

“you guys always do this—“ armin shakes his head with a laugh, to which jean smiled, “yeah, shit’s gotta end eventually”

the whining subsided, and armin continued, “so for this last song, we wanted you guys to sing. . .” the chords to an unknown—to you at least—track began to play

there was a nervous tension in the air, “eren, start ‘em off!”

eren smirks, jade eyes focused on his instrument as he played the audience in, “there is nothing you can do that i have not already done to my self, there is nothing you could do that i have not already done to myself—“

you paused, you’ve heard this song before.

never wanted to dance—that’s it’s name—you’d heard it on historia’s playlist while sleeping over at her and ymir’s place.

“there is nothing you could do that i have not already done to myself—“

“—never wanted to dance with nobody—“ a few voices started to sing, but quickly died down upon realizing how alone they were

the guys of paradis are reduced to nothing but disappointed groans and looks,“oh come on! you were just screaming loud as fuck—could barely hear ourselves” connie chided, so upsets it seems, that he almost fell off his chair

“scream!” jean and armin encouraged, and eren continued with their sentiment, “we don’t give a fuck if you think you sound bad—just give us everything you got, alright?”

they start over, and at first it seems the result will be the same until a voice from the audience starts screaming the lyrics

“never wanted to dance with nobody but you—!”

you knew that voice anywhere.

historia.

“fuck yeah, go crazy!” connie praised, gearing up to play his part

historia’s shrill voice lands all eyes on her but she clearly didn’t give a fuck, she was screaming;

“never wanted to dance with nobody but you wouldn’t take no for an answer—you fucking bitch!” it was so strange hearing historia swear, but your ‘homegirls’ seemed cool with it and she was jamming so you smiled at her

“never wanted to dance, with nobody but you—!“ sasha joined, jumping up and down like a child.

gotta love the enthusiasm.

it wasn’t long before the entire venue was alive, all screaming the same lyrics to the same song

it was electric.

you forgot what you were originally there for, not remembering until the six of you were in the bathroom, freshening up

“did you have fun?” mikasa combed her fingers through her hair, glancing at all of you through the mirror,

“are you kidding?” historia laughed, “i’m ecstatic about it!”

“life-changing!” sasha giggled, almost as if she was loopy, and ymir nodded, “it was pretty fun”

“not bad” that’s annie for: i had fun

“that’s better. . .” you let out a sigh as you stared at yourself in the mirror

all the excitement left you with a youthful glow, but the screaming left you looking like you hadn’t slept in five years

if you’re gonna be meeting eren and agency representatives, you’re gonna need to look decent

it wasn’t long after you chugged a bunch of water, and fixed your appearance, that sasha was already dragging you towards the door

“okay! let’s go backstage—i can smell the food from here!”

“why are you always hungry?”

as soon as you walked into the room, reps were already flooding mikasa; it wasn’t long before they turned their attention to you

your friends left you alone to converse with them, and you’d scheduled a couple castings before skipping up to your friends—who was talking to the band—holy shit, they’re looking at you.

deadass, they all just stopped whatever they were doing and looked at you—maybe it was because you so hard to ignore when you were literally beaming

“hi! i’m [y/n]! i’m friends with them!”

“oh, hey!” they all greeted, “nice to meet you”

all of you moved the ensuing conversation to a seating area in the corner.

seeing as there was no room left on the couch your friends decided to sit on, you plopped yourself down on the loveseat across from them

you started cursing yourself out the moment eren slid into the empty seat beside you—because of course he did

your heart was slamming against your rib cage, meanwhile, eren was chilling. your best effort to combat this was just pretending he didn’t exist

you looked around you.

it was crazy; they were just like the movies, so cool and laid back—or maybe it’s the drugs, you thought, cutting your eyes to eren, who was shamelessly rolling up on the glass table—already reminded of his existence

he glanced up at you, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “you smoke?”

“no—no, i don’t. but thank you” you clear your throat and force a chuckle.

“sure, princess” the nickname flowed from his lips so effortlessly; he already moved on, but you were still shocked about it.

your body was tense, but armin smiled at you sweetly as asked you a question, “you’re the same age as miki, right?”

you smiled upon hearing the nickname come from him

they must’ve been friends before, too

seemingly interested, connie asked follow-up questions, leaning his body towards you, “you in college? what’s your major?”

you nodded feverishly, telling them your major with a proud smile; they smiled back.

“got a partner?”

you could feel his burning gaze on you, and everyone who was once talking stopped to look at the brunette

his bandmates looked quite dissatisfied with him

mikasa’s weighty gaze burdened him, but eren didn’t seem to notice.

she sighed, and turned to you with a softer glance, “[n/n], you can come sit by me, if—“

“—no need to be like that” eren chuckled, lighting the blunt resting between his lips, “she’s hot, i’m not allowed to think that?”

jean crosses his arms, “yeah, but you don’t need to eye-fuck her, man”

“sorry,” he looked at you, “i’d say he’s not normally like this but. . .”

resting his arms behind you, eren leans back; you made the mistake of looking at him—of course, what you find is him staring back at you with those damn eyes of his

“. . .just returning the favor”

you tried to hide it, but you couldn’t deny how your body became rigid after he said that to you

did he really see that? that is so embarrassing—fuck

it was only worsened when you tried to explain yourself, only coming out as stammers

“i—i wasn’t—“

“—you never answered my question” you were humiliated, like a small girl underneath his gaze.

you cast your eyes down to your lap, “no. i don’t have one—a partner”

“good.” he leans towards you, shoulders touching yours; his breath was fanning against the shell of your ears

the leather beneath him made noise as he moved his hands; his calloused fingers graze the back of your neck and you shivered at this.

“so is it cool if i—“

“—pause.” ymir stood up, the sudden action gaining everyone’s attention

she walks toward you, and you seriously thought they were about to start boxing, “thanks for the hospitality.” thankfully, she just grabbed you—yanking you to your feet with a wild amount of force.

“but we’re leaving.”

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glacierruler · 5 months

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Lovely Surprises

This is my gift for @the-void-dragons for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange! I hope you like it!

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Summary: The past few days have been rough for Virgil, since he's stayed late at work due to a shortage of staff to unload equipment and put it on the shelves. When he returns home late one night, he practically collapses, thankfully his boyfriends are there to help him through it. During his lunchbreak at work he learns that he'll be getting a raise because of his hard work. Ecstatic with the news, he realizes he can surprise his boyfriends a lot earlier than he planned to.

Pairing: sleepanxceitmus

Rating: Teen, mostly fluff with a very tiny portion of hurt/comfort in the beginning

CWs: murder mention(no actual murder), slight innuendo(it doesn't go anywhere), mutilation mention(no actual mutilation), collapsing

Words: 2448

Virgil all but collapsed after flinging open the door to his house. He was surprised as two pairs of arms caught him and someone else ran into the kitchen, as his boyfriends were usually asleep when he got home.

“Spiderling, are you alright?” Janus asked, his voice overly soft and full of concern, as he leads Virgil to the couch.

“Yeah! Do we gotta murder someone, your employer maybe?” Remus chimed in from directly behind Virgil, his naturally scratchy voice sounding tamer; as if scared he’d make the situation worse.

Now on the couch, Virgil sighed, curling into the warmth surrounding him before attempting to answer the questions that had been asked. “No, it’s fine. I was just asked to stay late again. We had another—”

“Boo,” Remy called from in the kitchen, “you have been staying late all week. At this point, the only way you won’t stay late is if you have a sick day.”

“Oh, well that’s certainly an idea, why don’t you call in sick.”

“Jan, I can’t just call in sick when I’m not! That’s how I’d get fired and then I won’t be able to pay my share of the bills.”

“Has your boss said anything about firing you?”

“I mean no, but—”

“And anywho Babes, you’re not required to stay past your work time.”

“Is your boss making you? If so we could mu—”

“Everyone stop!” Virgil shouted interrupting Remus, his breathing picking up. “Look, I get that I don’t have to stay past but we’ve had so many orders that we need more workers. Which we don’t have! And I’m not the only one staying late. Everyone, including the morning workers, are showing up to get everything done.”

He realized halfway through his anxious ramblings that Remus and Janus were both squishing his sides. Sighing, he sunk into them more, and noticed the smell of hot chocolate; his favorite drink. No longer feeling as stressed as when the conversation started, Virgil kept talking.

“I know that I’m overworked, but I can’t leave stuff for someone else to do, when I’m already there.”

Virgil could feel Remus pouting against his head. “But Virgey, if you overwork yourself you could easily slip, and then whatever you’re carrying will fall on your head, breaking open—”

“I doubt any of that will happen love,” Janus cut in before Remus could spiral any further, “however, Remus is correct, you overworking yourself like this isn’t good for anyone.” Before Virgil could attempt to say something in return, Remy entered the living room with two cups of hot cocoa.

“Plus Boo, you overworking yourself cuts into us time. As much as we love each other it just doesn’t feel the same when you’re not there.”

Groaning, Virgil grabbed his drink as soon as Remy was close enough. “Okay, I get it. I’ll try not to stay late tomorrow.”

Remus cackled as if he had won something, while Janus and Remy shared looks of smug satisfaction. Seeing that Virgil was situated with his drink, Remy handed the other cup to Janus before heading back to the kitchen for two more cups.

During the time it took for Remy to get to the kitchen, Janus leaned into Virgil’s ear and whispered, “if you get back early enough we can watch movies together.”

“We could even watch one of those shows that winds you up,” Remus attempted to purr, wiggling his eyebrows when Virgil snorts and looks at him.

“As tempting as that is, I don’t think I’m up for that. This week has been exhausting. Would cuddles be okay Rat?”

“Absolutely!”

Less than a second later Virgil yelped, doing his best not to spill his cocoa everywhere, as Remus squeezed him harder. Thankfully Janus quickly took the mug from him and put it on the small table next to the couch.

“Babes! I’ve told you to wait for me when we’re suffocating our emo with affection! And here I was getting the both of you some of this hot, liquid, chocolatey heaven.” Remy said, playfully going to take a sip out of Remus’s octopus mug, which prompts Remus into jumping off the couch and almost tackling the larger of the two.

“Both of you!” Janus sighed, which caught the attention of the two squabbling men. “If the drinks spill, both of you will be mopping for a week. Also, Remy, my favorite barista, you can only threaten to steal something of mine when you haven’t given it to me yet. If you’d be so inclined to look, you will find that it is your mug that you are currently holding, not mine.”

Virgil had no choice but to snicker at the affronted faces that both of them made.

“But double d! You know I’m allergic to soap!”

“Well then, maybe you should keep from spilling drinks all over the floor,” came Janus’s reply, and Virgil didn’t have to look to know that he was smirking. Remus growled playfully before jumping into Janus’s lap, getting a small “oomph” out of him. Remy, cackling at the sight, sat down next to Virgil, before handing Remus his hot chocolate. Virgil spent the rest of that night cuddling and joking around with his boyfriends.

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Virgil awoke the next day to one of his boyfriends lightly shaking him.

“Huh? Wha’s goin ‘n?” Virgil grunted, groggily looking at whoever was looming over him, and realized that it was Janus. He was smirking, his face holding a faint blush.

“Well dear, I would love to let you sleep longer. Unfortunately, I have work and the others have already left to their jobs as well.”

Stretching, Virgil looked up at his boyfriend, trying not to go back to sleep on the couch. After a few moments, Virgil shook his head, attempting to chase away the drowsiness.

“Alright, do you want me to cook for both of us?”

“Are you sure Spider? I don’t want to add undue stress and—”

“Worrying is my job little Snake,” Virgil said, despite being the smaller of the two, “and anyways, it’s fine, it’ll wake me up more. Which means I won’t have to worry about being late to work.”

“If you’re sure love, but please don’t overtax yourself over this.”

“If it’s too much I’ll call you in. Are we still able to watch movies tonight?”

“Of course, as long as you come home from work early enough.”

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Virgil professionally ran towards the breakroom as soon as it was time for his lunch break, or dinner break as it was often called. While there hadn’t been too many customers, the ones he had interacted with had been less than kind. Most of them being upset with the lack of their specific brand of gesso that they desperately need. Or getting upset because they were out of a specific colour or brand of paint. And Virgil understands the frustration, when he has free time he loves to paint, however he shouldn’t get yelled at because the customer has to wait until the next day to get something.

As he was eating, his boss entered the breakroom. She was overall a good boss, far better than most of his previous ones, but whenever she entered the breakroom it meant staying late.

“Hello Virgil.”

“Good evening Ms. Brooke. I apologize in advance, but I won’t be able to stay late tonight.”

Ms. Brooke blinked a bit before responding, “that isn’t what I came in here to tell you. I’m giving you and everyone else who has stayed late these past few days a bonus and a pay raise. Starting next week you’ll be receiving $17.25 an hour instead of $16.”

Virgil’s eyes were a little bit wider, not having expected any of that. “Thank you! Can I ask how much the bonus is?”

“I’m still figuring it out, but it’ll be at least $50. $100 if I can get corporate to agree,” her voice changing from strictly professional to professionally dry when she said this next part, “of course, since it’s corporate, we can’t expect much.”

Virgil snorted in agreement before turning back to his sandwich. Truthfully he was very ecstatic about the pay raise and bonus. Riding the high of the news he received, he went back to work with a bounce in his step.

If everything went according to plan, he could start looking at rings next week.

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A week later Virgil was at the jewelry store, looking around aimlessly as he waited for the person running the place to be free. He had already done the research he needed before entering. After a few minutes he was the only person in the shop, so he approached the person who was behind the counter.

“Uh, hi, I was wondering if I could get some custom made rings?”

“Of course! How many, and can I have measurements?”

“I’ll need three rings. Their measurements are 46.5 millimeters, 49.2 millimeters, and 51.9 millimeters.”

“Alright! Now what would you like them to look like?”

Virgil left the jewelry shop, putting a reminder on his phone to return in two weeks time.

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The hardest part about keeping what he was doing a secret was keeping it a secret. Virgil’s boyfriends were terrifyingly perceptive, and he was a terrible liar. Thankfully that problem had been something he’d expected. What he hadn’t expected was for Remy to be the one to confront him, as it was usually Remus who did. And when it wasn’t him it was Janus.

Remy and Virgil were cuddling in their shared bedroom, when the taller of the two broke the silence.

“Hey Boo, we’ve all noticed that you’ve been acting a bit off. Don’t get me wrong, we love that you’re smiling more, we’re just curious as to what’s going on.”

Virgil looked into his boyfriend’s eyes, tempted to ask right then and there. But he couldn’t ruin the surprise. Plus the rings wouldn’t be ready for another week.

“Don’t worry, my Sloth, I promise it’ll make sense soon.”

Remy looked confused, but thankfully he didn’t push it any further, only raising one eyebrow before pulling Virgil closer. “Alright Hun, I’ll tell the others what you told me. I can’t promise they won’t ask questions though. You know how they are.”

“Yeah,” Virgil says wistfully, “I do.”

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It was time to go back to the shop, to get the rings. His boss had given him the day off, but he hadn’t told his boyfriends, that way he could inconspicuously leave the house around that time without them getting suspicious. He’d texted Roman, Remus’s brother, to keep those three busy for a few hours when he left the house in order to let Virgil set everything up.

When he got to the jewelry store, the person recognized him immediately.

“I’ve got your rings in the back. Give me one minute and I’ll get them to you.”

Virgil nodded, rocking back and forth on his feet as he waited. Nervous about all the things that might go wrong, yet excited for everything that could happen.

“Alright, here you go! Do you like them? And is it okay if I ask what they’re for?”

Virgil inspected the rings carefully, anxious that he might break them, before putting them back with a huge grin.

“They’re perfect! And yeah, I’m proposing to my boyfriends.”

“Congrats! Let me get you the receipt.”

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Making his way home, Virgil was a little anxious, wondering if his boyfriends had left yet. However that dimmed when he noticed on of their other cars gone.

Once inside the house Virgil started cooking their favorite food, something they called fancy ramen.

After he was done with that, he got into his favorite outfit, an outfit his boyfriends had only seen him in once. It was a gorgeous black dress with white stitching and purple detailing, paired with black two inch block heels. When he was finished getting into the outfit, he put the rings in his desk and texted Roman to send his boyfriends home, and then he started to put on his makeup. He gave himself smoky eyes, and put purple eyeshadow on his lower eyelids, finishing the look with his dark purple lipstick just before his boyfriends got home.

Carefully speed-walking to the door, he watched as Remus opened his mouth, but Virgil managed to speak first.

“No, you didn’t forget an anniversary, no I’m not fired from my job, and with that out of the way I need you all not to question me,” Virgil paused, taking a deep breath in, “if you do, I won’t be able to do what I planned. Also, if you would all sit at the table, please.”

He assumed his boyfriends heard the quiver in his voice as Remus shut his mouth and he managed to only get slightly worried looks before they complied.

Retreating to the kitchen Virgil filled four bowls with the fancy ramen, taking two at a time to the table. It was surprisingly quiet as they ate, all three of his boyfriends sneaking curious and worried glances at him. They seemed to desperately wish to know what was going on, considering how violently Remus was rocking in his chair, but none of them wanted to spook Virgil.

“Please go to the living room and close your eyes until I say you can open them,” Virgil said while nervously fidgeting with his hands. Janus placed one of his hands on Virgil’s back, right before Remy spoke up.

“Alright hun. But after that please tell us what’s going on.”

“I will.”

Virgil was shaking slightly when he went to collect the rings. Being very careful he made sure to keep them as hidden as possible before heading to the living room, just in case. He was so incredibly grateful to see that his boyfriends each had a blindfold on.

Carefully he put the rings on the table in the room in the same order that his boyfriends were in; Remus’s ring is placed on the very left side, the ring itself looking like a rat on it’s back holding a green bloodstone; Janus’s ring is put in the middle, featuring a snake wrapped around a yellow tourmaline; and finally Remy’s ring is on the very right with a sloth cuddling smoky quartz.

“Alright, you can look now.” Virgil was rubbing his arms while he watched them take off the blindfolds. All three of them gasping when they see the rings.

“Will you marry me?” Before Virgil could start doubling back and doubting what he’d just asked, Remus spoke.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Of course Babes!”

“Absolutely!”

It only took Virgil a moment to realize that all of them were crying tears of joy.

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rayrayvan · 1 year

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Out of time

Shuri x fem! reader

Angst to fluff

“You can’t just push me away Shuri, we have to work it out like we always do,” You told her, feeling sad and agitated about how she could just push you away like that “Well I have to, cause we are done,” Shuri told you before she ran out of your room.

You stood there, feeling lonely and still processing what happened to the both of you. Yesterday both of you were happy, laughing in each other’s embraces and making plans for your future. Now, yesterday was like a dream and you wished that you should’ve never woken up. Tears were slowly falling down your face, you look down and saw the ring she gave you. The ring that means “You’re going to be my wife”, used to be filled with joys and dreams now filled with void and sadness.

As you slowly took in what happened, your knees slowly started to feel weak and something was stuck in your chest that made it harder for you to breathe. So as your knees weakened, you tried to hold onto the nearest table just for it to fall with you, breaking the vase in the process. You rested your palm on your chest, holding the ring close to your heart as you sobbed, unknowingly that your hand was wounded by the pieces of the broken vase.

That happened three months ago, the day that filled a huge void in your heart. You look down at the scar that lay there on your wrist. You thought that would end your life, but luckily Aneka found you that time and quickly took you to the infirmary.

You were currently riding your car yet again to attend one of the UN’s press conferences. Shuri might have broken your heart and engagement but you are still their ambassador. So as your driver announced you have arrived, you were about to go out when you saw a familiar face, it was Okoye and that alone made you freeze. You know that she’s here, the woman you love is here, the woman who also happened to break your heart is the same person you love as much as your own life. So you took a minute to breathe and faked a smile as you got out of your vehicle, reports called your name and you rushed inside since it was almost time.

As you arrived inside, you saw Shuri and Okoye about to approach you but you went straight into the conference room to avoid them as much as possible. Both Shuri and Okoye decided to just go inside the room and find their respective seats.

You were at front of the room talking to different representatives. You saw Shuri getting up to approach you. As she arrived, she stood beside you “Ambassador Y/L/N good day” She told you and reached for your hand to shake but you kept it firm at your side “Good day My Queen” You politely told her. “My lady, may I speak to you after the conference?” She asked you and you smiled at her before nodding.

The conference was about to begin, with you being the one to open and address yet another invasion that happened at one of the facilities. As you were speaking your opening lines, someone shouted to get out, but you were too late.

Shuri scrambled to help you only to find you crushed between large chunks of drywall. “Y/N!” Shouted Shuri when she found you, bleeding on the floor. “Ohh my own heart please be awake” Shuri crawled to get you. She cupped your pale face “No no no, not again. No, you can’t die, I’m sorry my love. Wake up my love please help is on its way, hold on for me” She practically begged but you whispered “I love you” before your vision went completely black.

Shuri woke up in the middle of the night and when she saw you were not on your side of the bed, she quickly scrambled outside to see if her nightmare wasn’t true. Okoye spotted Shuri’s panicked expression and quickly asked “What seems to be the matter princess?” Okoye holds Shuri’s shoulder “Where is my wife?” Shuri angrily asked the general.

When Okoye was about to answer, you popped outside from the kitchen “What is all the shouting about?” You asked tiredly and rubbed your eyes to adjust to the light. You were shocked when Shuri embraced you and squeezed you too tightly “Thank Bast it wasn’t true,” She said, relief lacing in her words. You excused Okoye and hugged your wife lovingly. “What is wrong my love?” You asked her because you were kind of puzzled and worried why she would be running to you with panic in her eyes. “I thought I lost, I thought I broke the engagement and when I asked you to come back to me I thought you died. I thought I was out of time” She explained when her face was buried in your hair. “It’s the first time you had experienced a nightmare since we’ve been together, my love I assure you there wasn’t and hasn’t been an accident. I’ve practically always been here. Now let’s go to the kitchen, I’ll fetch you some water. You must be thirsty from all that crying.”

You guided her to the kitchen and let her sit down. You immediately went to fetch her some water. “My love here, drink this” You handed her some water and sat beside her. After drinking the water you gave, she held your hands and her eyes stayed glued to the gold band that rested adoringly “Y/N I love you” She whispered and you were about to reciprocate but she continued “more than anything and I can’t lose you like how I lost you in my dream” She looks up to stare at your eyes “Shuri I love you than life itself” You quickly jumped in her arms. And both of you hugged each other. Afraid of letting go of one another and that night was spent passionately showing each other’s love and devotion for one another.

#princess shuri #queen shuri #shuri black panther #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x reader #shuri x female reader #black panther wakanda forever #shuri imagine #letitia wright #mcu shuri

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set-wingedwarrior · 1 year

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The Right time

So. It's been a hot minute, huh?

I'll spare you the long list of reasons why I haven't written for a while, and I can't even promise a full comeback because of my studies and stuff. I've written this very randomly, it's short, and I'm rusty, but I'm still happy I've been able to write something. I hope you'll like it :)

Shout out to @phoenix-fell for proofreading this very last minute, thanks bud!

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Saying that they were shocked was an euphemism. Finding out that one of your friends is now decades older than you and turned into one of the main characters of your favorite childhood book isn’t a commonplace event. It makes you wonder how it must have felt for Jaune to realize that the guy he read about as a kid was actually his future self.

He surely knew how hard it was to process, which is why he left Team RWBY alone for some time, giving their minds the time to ease into that new reality before going straight back to business. In the meantime he’d use that spared hour to help the people of the Ever After that got hurt by the earlier attack, which is hardly a bad idea.

Ruby is visibly shaken, another hit on her sense of duty, feeling once again the failure to save a friend. Weiss is right beside her as the two take comfort in each other’s presence, and Yang feels particularly grateful that Weiss is still fighting to keep her promise to be the best partner she can be. It means that, at least for a little moment, Yang can take time for herself, and address the inner struggles regarding her own partner..

“Are you okay?” Blake, always the observant one, doesn’t miss the betraying flick of worry in Yang’s eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Yang’s quick to answer “It’s just- I think I need to talk to you.” She says, before she can change her mind. She’s aware that it’s not the right time, probably the worst actually, but when was there ever a right one?

“Oh! I- I mean- sure.” Blake’s nervousness is obvious, which is why Yang doesn’t hesitate to take her hand in hers and give it a reassuring squeeze. It works, and Blake lets herself be led outside. “So, what do you need to talk about? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes- no- I mean-“ looking down, Yang can see the Rusted Knight, Jaune, moving around with Juniper to help people. She takes a deep breath; she can do this. She has to. “Listen. I know that this, whatever this is going on between us, is still new. And I wanted to wait for the right moment before bringing it up but… then I saw him.” she nodded towards Jaune “Did he even try to get home? How long has he been waiting for us to find him? Or for him to find us?” Yang knows she’s pretty much rambling right now, but Blake’s focused gaze and pointed ears tell her that she still has her undivided attention. “And now I keep wondering: what if that was me? Or you?”

“Yang, we don’t know how things work here, and this is all just a conjecture. But I know that if that was me, I would have waited for you. No matter if I had the chance to escape, I’d never leave you behind.”

“This is not what I meant. I…” now it’s Blakes turn to give her a comforting squeeze.

“What do you mean then? It’s okay, go on.”

“It just… it made me realize: there’s no right time. There’s just here and now. And I don’t wanna force anything on you, you don’t have to answer me in any way. But I can’t risk spending my whole life waiting; I just need to tell you. Blake, I lo-“

Yang doesn’t get the chance to finish, interrupted by a pair of lips pressing on her own. Her first instinct is to freeze, - this is her first kiss, their first kiss! – but she gets one second to reciprocate before Blake pulls back.

“Are you really telling me about waiting and what ifs?” Blake starts, her voice breaking “Yang, I watched you die.” She grips on Yang’s jacket, not holding her but keeping her close “I saw you fall and disappear into a void that I was sure was certain death, and everything just stopped. Atlas, the relics, the evacuation, all gone; all I could think about was that I needed to reach you. I would have jumped if Weiss hadn’t stopped me.”

“Blake…”

“Finding you here has been the greatest relief I have ever felt in my whole life. But, most importantly, it gave me, us, a second chance. I am not risking it, and I am not waiting anymore.” She says solemnly, before looking up and right into her eyes, the amber shining like gold “Yang Xiao Long, I am in love with-“

Yang tries, she really does, but she just can’t resist. She just has to lean down to kiss her again. This time it lasts a little longer, Blake has the time to adjust and kiss her back while both of their arms find their way around each other.

“I’m sorry.” Yang says after pulling back, with a wide grin that says she��s not sorry at all. Somehow Blake can’t bring herself to be mad.

Then, the next time they speak is together, like they’re one person, one mind, one soul.

“I love you.”

They grin at each other. Grins that turn into smiles, that turn into giggles, until they let out a full blown laughter. It’s not even that funny, but they laugh so hard that they start crying.

All of their stress and fears finally find a way out through that pure unrestricted laughter. All of the feelings, good and bad, but most importantly all the love that has been held close to their hearts, are now free and out into the air of that unique and magical world. And they laugh like crazy, like in love.

When it finally calms down, the two women look at each other, catch their breaths, then kiss again.

There’s never a right time for this sort of thing, especially when you’re a huntress and the world has fallen onto your shoulders. They could be gone tomorrow, or live long enough to witness the end of the world.

Now is the right time. So they kiss, and laugh, and enjoy it to its fullest. Because that’s what makes it all more perfect: it’s the present.

#rwby #bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #rwby fic #bumbleby fic #my fic #rwby9 #rwby spoiler #rwby spoilers #ruby rose #weiss schnee #jaune arc #whiterose if you squint #i haven't written fanfiction in a while be nice pls lol

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mercurialskiies · 8 months

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I need to talk into the void about the stuff i’ve read about Fragile Threads so far (because everyone I follow on the non-blue bird app hasn’t read it yet) since it came to my house early and I need to scream in a way that’s cohesive and also non-spoilery.

I just. I have so many thoughts.

So if you don’t want spoilers please don’t unravel this post.

I’m warning you.

Please do not click the “Keep Reading” tab if you don’t want spoilers.

You cannot hold me accountable otherwise.

Okay, if you’re reading this, I’m assuming you’ve sealed your fate on spoilers.

Good. Cool. We’re on the same page.

It should be noted that, in the five hours I’ve been reading, I just got to like, the second chapter of part three. We devoured two whole parts, which will be my main talking points here.

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First thing’s first: I’m desperately awaiting more from Kosika and Tes. I really love their characters so far (more Tes than Kosika, because I’ve only seen that first chapter from her and Tes I’ve seen two). I want to know what it is about Tes’ sister (or, maybe, who her sister is involved with) that has Tes so absolutely terrified. Her character as a whole intrigues me and I’m excited to see how she interacts with everyone down the line (if she does).

Also, bonus points and shout outs to Tes naming her owl Vares. She’s just like me for real.

Second thing’s second: I really LOVE how so far the first nearly 150+ pages are a reunion for characters from Shades (which I think is really welcome if you read the Shades of Magic books first). Seeing Maris and Kell and Lila again was just REALLY nice, and I missed them.

Which, speaking of Kell and Lila, holy crap I missed them and their dynamic so much. I do very much love the growth they’ve gone through in the seven years from what I’ve seen. Lila, while she has some of the same traits (knife kleptomaniac), feels like she’s softened a little and Kell, while he has some of his sadboi traits, definitely feels…way more confident. Like, I’m talking LEAGUES more confident.

Plus, seeing them both function as Antari magicians is really cool, because Lila only really “grew” into her powers starting in AGOS. To see her using magic with proficiency is like “Wow”.

It isn’t the same for Kell, who, first and foremost, those flashback scenes to the months/early years after his magic was shattered hurt me so much, dude. Especially because like, magic was the thing he was valued for as part of the crown—his worth always lied in his ability to not just do magic, but wield it with ease and proficiency. He was always looked on as this figure of power.

I don’t blame him for being so afraid and anxious about what that means for his sense of self-worth. Especially considering that most, if not all of his worth, hinged on his ability to do magic.

I did like the little analogy that Lila gives him, though, about the swordsman who learned to use his other hand to fight (implying that Kell can still fight, just with using other things instead of his magic—magic, whether he can use it or not, doesn’t define his worth).

But the other little thing I appreciated is that this, even seven years after the fact, is still something Kell struggles with. Using magic, Antari spells or otherwise, is still a fallback for him when his swords and knives fail. It isn’t something that just goes away.

Some other small things I wanted to note is just I love all of the little callbacks to the first series (Lila and Kell’s little “What was that for?” “For warmth.” exchange had me giggling and kicking my feet. They’re so whipped it’s insane).

Also, this would explain where the ring (in that one snippet that had me literally on the floor) came from. It’s not a wedding ring (like I assumed it was), but it’s a binding ring. Which, is almost kind of like a wedding ring, but without the vows. Plus, the fact that Kell mentions he only wears two for the people he loves most (his girlfriend and his brother) made me 🥺

Some things for these characters never change.

And I’m excited to see the rest of it and meet the newer ones.

#the fragile threads of power #shades of magic #spoilers #kell maresh #maris patrol #lila bard #tesali #kosika #i’m only 150 or so pages in and i’m loving every minute of it #also: the small parts where kell is just like ‘man rhy im so sorry you’re gonna end up feeling this pain’ is just #a lovely little call back #i live for the maresh brother relationship in all of its forms #some steph rambles

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havecourage-darling · 2 years

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The Way I Loved You

fangirling-4-ever asked: Hi there! I love your writing so much, especially your Princess Peach series! I have a request for an Eddie Munson x reader to Taylor Swift's The Way I Loved You. It's been in my head for a while now and I cant stop thinking about it. Maybe angst with a happy ending? Thanks!

A/N: thank you lovely for your request! I’m a mess and this is something I had written pre-S4V2 dropped, so there’s NO V2 SPOILERS. Be warned: it's angst with a happy ending.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Adopted!Wheeler Reader

My headcanon for this is the Wheeler’s adopted their first kid, aka reader, so that way if you don’t share physical attributes – there should be none that identify any size/race.

wc: ~5.5k

warnings: cursing

Masterlist || AO3 link

You hated Fridays.

“Have a good weekend everyone!” The teacher’s assistant said, waving your class off. You packed your books within seconds, swinging your bag over your shoulder and taking the same route back to your dorm.

“Hey Wheeler!”

Forcing your usual smile onto your face, you raised your hand – waving at your dormmate as she walked towards her last class of the day. A car zoomed past, a familiar song drifting from its windows, hitting you in the chest. Your eyes blurred and you took a deep breath.

One step at a time, you thought as your stomach clenched. Within minutes, you were in your room. The entire suite was empty – all your roommates had the same late afternoon class tonight. The one day you were entirely alone. No one to keep an eye on you. No one to judge you as you walked over to your stereo and slipped in the tape you should’ve thrown out months ago.

“Hi sweetheart,” his voice was electric, familiar, and helped fill the void in your chest. “I swear you’ll like these songs this time, okay? Give it a chance! Stop rolling your gorgeous eyes at me Captain. I love you.” The words both soothing and burning. You listened, like the masochist you were, and sank down to the floor.

Sing me a song, you're a singer

Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil

The devil is never a maker

The less that you give, you're a taker

Closing your eyes, you inhaled. If you tried hard enough, you could almost feel the wooden bar beneath your fingers. The smoke in the air, the smell of cheap beer and burned wings. The sound of the guys setting up. It was the same, every Friday, every week, and you sat in the same booth at the Hideout – every time.

A tear escaped and you swiped your hand roughly against your cheek. It’d been almost seven months. When would you move on? Wasn’t there a maximum limit of tears allotted per boy?

They say that life's a carousel

Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well

You hated Fridays.

“Are you ashamed of me?” You asked him, voice getting louder.

“Of course not!” Eddie shouted; his eyes wild. “I-I don’t want to let anyone else in.”

“What does that even mean! You never make any sense! It’s been nine months, Eddie. Nine months and I can’t tell anyone about you. Do you know how that makes me feel? I can’t tell the girls where I’m disappearing off to at lunch – I can’t tell my brother about how much he’d like you, or my sister about how much I love you. I’m stuck! In this endless loop of hiding and I hate it!” You said, tears threatening to fall any moment.

Eddie, however, was frozen. “You love me?”

“That’s all you got from that?” You screamed, indignant. Grabbing your bag, you stomped out his room and down the hall.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, panicked, following closely after you. “I’m sorry – wait, Captain, please.”

“If you want to break up, just say it,” you said, heart feeling like it was going to burst out your chest.

“Break up?” Eddie tripped over something strewn across his floor. “What are you – sweetheart, I don’t want to break up.”

“Then why do you keep pushing me away?” You asked, tears falling. “You forgot our last two dates, you’re always worried someone will see us, you don’t call me, we only have this. Stolen moments and nights in your trailer! That’s not a relationship.”

“I’m not pushing you away, you’re the one pushing me away!”

Shocked, you blinked at him. “What?”

“I can tell you’re hiding something from me,” he said quietly. “Something happened last November and it’s happening again now. I see you with Steve Harrington and Jonathan Byers. You and your sister whispering in the halls. You looked scared - terrified – and you won’t tell let me help you.”

Your mind flashed to the tunnels you’d found yourself in a few weeks ago. To fighting Billy off as he tried to kill Steve. To launching your brother up to safety and wrapping your arms around Dustin and Steve as the demogorgons ran towards you. To Bob’s funeral.

“There, that’s the face, you look like you’re...haunted.”

“It’s nothing,” you said, reminded of the warning you’d all received from the men in white coats and still feeling hypocritical.

A now-familiar frustrated expression built and you winced. “I don’t want to tell anyone because I’m worried about what they’ll say.”

“What?” You sputtered. “You’re embarrassed because I’m a cheerleader?”

“No!” Eddie said quickly, making you jump. “I’m the Freak, remember?”

You sighed. “Eddie, we’ve talked about this – you know I don’t care about that!”

“But I do!” He insisted. “I’m so fucking scared that after a year, after loving you too, that you’ll wake up and realize that this doesn’t work on paper! That your circle of people will remind of you that.”

“Eddie,” you said, voice softening. “I wouldn’t – I’m the one who asked you out. How could you think I’d do that to you? I love you, you insufferable idiot. No one’s taking that from me, or you.”

You’d only seen Eddie two times since your break up. The first had been when you’d driven down for Thanksgiving break. You’d visited a few times before, your campus was only an hour and half drive from Hawkins, but you had stuck close to your family during those visits.

A last minute, down to the wire, visit to the supermarket broke your streak.

You couldn’t find the cranberries and if you went back empty handed, your mother would have a meltdown. Panicking a little, you searched for an employee in the abandoned store.

“Excuse me,” you said quietly, trying not to disturb the silence. “I’m sorry to bother you but do you know if you have any cranberries left?”

The older man smiled softly at you. “I think you’re in luck, our rookie was shelving our last box two aisles over. It’s by the corn.”

You let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you, my mom was desperate. Happy Thanksgiving!”

“Happy Thanksgiving,” he replied, smile wide and warm.

Barely turning the corner quickly, you almost skidded into the shelves. Frantically, you gathered a dropped can of corn and put it back in its place. A familiar figure restocking the bottom shelf startled at your disruption. His head whipped up as you straightened and your throat closed.

For a beat, neither of you said anything. To your utter horror, you felt your eyes start to well up.

“I- um,” you stuttered, your voice cracking. Eddie’s eyes widened, pinning you in place.

Screw the cranberries, no one ate them anyway. You turned on your heel and made for the exit.

“Fuck,” you heard something crash, “wait! Cap – hold up!”

Not waiting, you dashed out into the street, careful of the snow and focused on getting back to your car.

Why today? Why? You cursed yourself for volunteering for the task. Tears blurred your vision and you fumbled with your keys.

“Holy shit I forgot how fast you run,” a wheezing voice said behind you.

Closing your eyes, you tried to school your expression into something neutral. “Eddie, I can’t do this. It’s – too soon.”

“You – you forgot the cranberries. Carl said you were asking for some.”

Turning, you almost stumbled at the effect of Eddie Munson in his full glory. His hair was a little longer, just as wild, and your fingers itched to glide through them.

“I didn’t know you worked there now,” you said quietly, taking the offered bag from his hand.

Eddie smiled, not unkindly, and ducked his head. “Yeah, well, someone told me to get a better job and I’m…trying.”

You tried to swallow around the lump in your throat. “I’m glad.”

“Listen, can we…talk?”

Shaking your head, you fought the urge to chew at your nails. “I think we said everything we needed to say in August.”

“Sweetheart…”

“Don’t call me that,” you snapped, the pieces of your heart breaking even further. Before you’d met Eddie, you didn’t know your heart could shatter so thoroughly.

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, a familiar expression taking over. “You didn’t answer any of my calls, you just – left. How am I supposed to move on? You didn’t even…you didn’t even say goodbye.”

A familiar anger flared in your stomach. “You really want to start this fight? Again? For fuck’s sake Eddie, we’re bad for each other. Our whole relationship was built on hiding away and lies! You lied, I lied, we’d get so amped up – hook up, then pretend everything was okay! It was a fucking mess.”

“I never lied to you!” He insisted, like he always did.

“You did!” You clutched the bag to your chest, like it could protect you from the hurt. “You hid away from me, from us, and you didn’t let me in!”

“That’s not lying!”

“It’s not being truthful,” you shouted, voice echoing in the night winter air. “I-I can’t keep doing this with you. I can’t.”

Without another word, you slipped into your car and drove off. You ignored the tears that burned as they fell, dropping into your lap.

Sluggishly getting out the car and into your home, you felt numb. Nancy had paused at the base of the stairs as you opened the door. You glanced up at her and she frowned. She eyed your red-rimmed, swollen, eyes but said nothing.

“Girls?” Your mother called out.

Without a word, Nancy grabbed the bag from your hand and nodded up the stairs. “I’ll cover for you,” she whispered, squeezing your hand.

You’d forgotten that Hawkins wasn’t only filled with bad memories.

“I can’t do this with you, I have to pick up the guys and get to the Hideout,” Eddie said, grabbing his bandana off his dresser, hands shaking.

“How many times are we going to have the same fight?” You asked, voice rising.

“When you stop lying to me! You don’t think I can’t tell something’s wrong? I can’t fix what I don’t know about!” Eddie said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “You’re having nightmares and panic attacks – and I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“It’s not about you!” You screamed, wanting to kick something.

Eddie whirled around towards you. “So there is something!”

Your eye twitched and the fight went right out of you.

The love you felt for him was like being on a rollercoaster, it took you high, high, high but you always had to come down eventually. You didn’t know if the good was worth the crash.

“What about you?” You asked, slumping onto his sofa. The soft, used material was familiar to you – comforting – but now it just scraped against your thighs.

“What about me?” He grunted, sitting across the room from you, exhaustion etched onto his face.

Tracing the seam of the cushion next to you, you glanced at him. “You’re still hiding from me too,” you said, ignoring his annoyed look. “I know, you told everyone we’re dating – but you look miserable about it. What more do I need to prove? Nothing has changed. Why won’t you just let me in? After all this time?”

Eddie looked at you, his eyes tight at the corner and miserable. “That’s a tall order coming from someone who won’t do the same.”

Feeling like you’d been slapped, you let the remark hover in the air and realized he was right. What had happened – what this town had done to you – it’d changed you. And you couldn’t tell him why.

“We need to grow up – we can’t keep doing the same thing and expect a different outcome. We need to change,” you said, looking down at your hands, “maybe me going away to college came at a good time. We can both…get distance.”

Eddie looked at you, stunned. “What?”

Inhaling, you stood up. “We need to take a break.”

“And just like that? Two years over?” His voice cracked.

Your heart felt like it was shattering. “What do you want me to say?”

“Do you still love me?”

“Eddie…”

“Please. I just – I need to know. After everything, do you still love me?”

“I wouldn’t be breaking up with you if I didn’t, Eddie,” you said, tears falling. “I love you but it’s not enough.”

He nodded. Without waiting for anything more, you ran out his trailer, rain soaking you almost instantly. Running towards your car, you unlocked it and were about to fling yourself into the seat when you felt a hand at your shoulder.

“Eddie?”

“Last one, yeah? I won’t be able to forgive myself if I don’t ask,” he said, eyes on your lips.

Biting back your tears, you nodded. Clashing together, you sighed as his arms came around you. His teeth bit roughly at yours, chasing you. He felt like home, like safety, like you’d never find something like this again and you didn’t want to go. But wasn’t that why you had to?

“I love you too,” he said quietly, breaking your heart further.

“I gotta go,” you said, “take care of yourself, okay? Get a better job. Try to study for an English test this year.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, letting you go.

So you went.

The second time was at the end of your winter break. You were at the movie theaters across town and despite what Mike had said you weren’t hiding, thank you very much.

Aiden had offered to give you a ride back to campus that weekend and you couldn’t think of a reason not to. Your parents loved him, because of course they did. Everyone loved Aiden. He was a business major, kind, called when he said he would, and was never late. He was an open book and that’s what you liked about it.

You had been enjoying your date, there weren’t fireworks but you didn’t need that. You’d had that and it hadn’t worked. Aiden opened the door to the theater for you and you smiled at him, eyes taking in the busy lobby. Freezing halfway through, Aiden bumped into your still figure.

For God’s sake, did this man have all the jobs around town? The tension in your shoulders didn’t go unnoticed. Aiden brought a hand up to your neck and gently squeezed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you assured him, voice hitching as Eddie’s eyes caught yours. His stupid Bambi eyes widened before he caught sight of the arm wrapped around your shoulders. “Actually, I’m going to go to the bathroom quickly before the movie starts.”

“Alright,” Aiden said, handing your tickets to Eddie. Without a word, you started towards the bathrooms and were stopped by a hand on your wrist.

“Do you want me to grab you anything?” He asked, nodding towards the concession stand. His blue eyes softened when you smiled at him.

“Popcorn? To share?” You asked.

“Sure,” he said, swooping down before you could step back. His lips landed on yours for a quick moment. It felt like it always did, nice. You liked the warmth that radiated from him. It was a simmering pot, a gradual build – at least you hoped. It had to be.

A splash of water and a stern talk to the mirror later, you walked out the bathroom feeling less thrown off. Until a voice to your left spoke.

“Aiden?” It said, tone judgmental. “Really? Let me guess, he’s the quarterback.”

Without missing a beat, you snapped back, “Do you think you have a leg to stand on, Edward?” Ignoring his jock question – because, well, Aiden was on the football team.

Eddie’s nose wrinkled at the use of his full name and you were surprised to find yourself fighting a smile.

“I saw that,” he said, eyes on your lips. Licking them, you’d ignored the way his gaze deepened. “Does he make you happy?”

“Why are you doing this?” You asked, closing your eyes and feeling suddenly exhausted. When would the string between you two sever? What would it take to stop feeling tethered to him? You were trying, fuck, you were trying.

“I don’t know,” he said, “I’m just – I want you to be happy.”

“It’s a little too late for that now, isn’t it?” You snapped, unable to bite it back. Eddie’s expression crumbled and you shut your eyes. Why did you both bring out the worst in each other? “I’m sorry. It’s hard…being around you is hard.”

“I know,” he said, hypnotic eyes coming back up to you. “I’m sorry too. For everything. For what it’s worth, I’ll love you forever.”

“Eddie…”

“I promise, I’ll steer clear. I just, I wanted to you to know that I’m trying. I’m taking school seriously – your sister is tutoring me in English-”

Wait, what?

“-and I’m applying to community college. You believed in me and I wanted you to know it wasn’t for nothing. I’m sorry it took me so long to get here.”

Nodding, you chewed on your bottom lip. “I’m happy for you and…I’m sorry too.”

Eddie’s eyes darted across your face, like he was trying to memorize you. Which was stupid, because you knew he had a stack of photos on his dresser of the both of you. And yet, you found yourself doing the same.

“See ya,” Eddie said after a beat too long, smiling half-heartedly, “well, you know what I mean.”

“Bye Eddie.” Your already broken heart felt like it was being ripped into unfixable shards as you stepped further away from him.

A loud, shrill ringing interrupted Black Sabbath as you tried your best to melt into your bed. Ignoring it again, you turned the music up. If you were going to be pathetic, you might as well steer into it. Maybe you could make a thing out of it. Pathetic Sad Fridays – start your weekend off right!

After the third ring, you groaned, sitting up. Who the hell was calling you this urgently?

“What?” You answered, annoyed at the interruption to your sulking.

“Holy shit do you ever answer your phone?” Dustin’s voice shouted through the receiver.

Rolling your eyes, you fell back onto your bed. “I’m busy!”

“Are you sulking again?”

“No,” you said, voice not convincing at all.

“Are you with Eddie?” He asked.

Surprised, you sat back up. “No? I haven’t seen him since before New Years Eve. I don’t necessarily go around talking to my ex-boyfriends. Why?”

“Have you heard from him? Seen him?”

“No. Dustin, what the fuck is happening?” You asked, the familiar seed of panic growing in your stomach.

You heard Dustin exhale deeply. “It’s nothing, we’re handling it.”

“Dustin Henderson, if you hang up the phone, I’ll tell your mother how Mews really died,” you snapped.

His little dramatic gasp almost made you smile. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

A minute into his hurried explanation, you ran to turn your small TV on. Flipping frantically through the channels you landed on the news.

“The dead body is confirmed to be a Hawkins Highschool student…”

“He didn’t do it,” you said, your voice not wavering.

“I know that, that’s what I’m trying to prove!” Dustin hissed, frustrated. “I can’t fucking find him!”

“Language!” You admonished.

“Is this the time!?”

An idea hit you suddenly. “I know where he is,” you said, shoving your shoes back onto your feet. “I’ll call you when I’m back in Hawkins.”

“Wait – Wheeler – tell me-”

Hanging up, you grabbed your car keys, your bag, and ran out the door.

You were sure you had luck on your side because the fact that you’d managed not to get arrested while breaking almost every speeding law – was a miracle. Maybe Hawkins was finally getting around to giving you back your karma. You parked your car next to what looked like Steve’s BMW and jumped out.

Jogging up to Rick’s house, you saw four figures banging on Rick’s door.

“Be any louder why don’t you?” You called out.

Dustin jumped, eyes wide and panicked until he saw you. “Holy shit, I think you gave me a heart attack.”

“Hey Harrington,” you called out, smiling when he smirked at you.

“Should’ve known you’d be here,” he said.

“How the hell did you get here?” Robin asked, coming up to hug you. “You’re almost a two-hour drive away.”

“One, you guys clearly took forever to get here-”

“-if you would’ve told me where you were going it would’ve been faster-”

“-and two, I was always the getaway driver, remember?”

“That’s true,” Max pointed out, hugging your side in greeting.

“Did you find him?” You asked, pressing a kiss to her head. “Rick keeps a key under one of these rocks.”

“Wait, look,” Max said, pointing to the boathouse.

The second Steve opened the door you immediately got a chill down your spine. He must’ve felt the same because you watched him grab one of the oars by the wall.

“Don’t worry, Steve has an oar,” Dustin said, rolling his eyes.

“He has a point, Dustin,” you said, glancing behind you. After a second of silence, the sudden loud noise made you jump so hard you stomped onto Robin’s feet.

“Eddie! Eddie! Stop!” Dustin screamed, his hands up. “It’s me! It’s Dustin! This is Steve!”

And there he was. Hair wild, skin pale, and eyes surveying the room with a type of panic you recognized.

Ignoring Dustin’s warning, you stepped forward. “Eddie,” you said softly, hand reaching for his. His eyes froze when he saw you.

“Wheeler?”

You smiled, his skin cold and clammy under your touch. “Yeah, it’s me baby,” you said. Steve’s eyes were wide and scared as he watched you reach for the bottle by his neck.

His eyes never left yours as you pried the bottle from his hand and Steve slumped to the floor. “Thanks Wheeler,” he mumbled, waving off Robin’s panicked fluttering hands.

“I didn’t kill her,” Eddie said, voice deep and broken. “I swear, Cap’ I didn’t kill her.”

“I know.” And you did. Running a calm hand up his forearm, you felt his muscles relax a little. You knew what it was like running on adrenaline. “Eddie, I believe you.”

“We all do,” Dustin added, shooting Steve a scathing look when he coughed.

“We just want to know what happened,” Robin said, walking slowly towards you both.

Eddie’s eyes went to the rest of them before settling back on you. “You won’t believe me.”

“Try us,” Max said.

“This is not how I imagined seeing you again,” Eddie said in the darkness, leaning against the door that everyone had just walked out of. You’d volunteered to stay with Eddie for the night – both Robin and Steve shooting you knowing looks – and felt suddenly nervous.

When you didn’t answer he sighed. “Is that what you were hiding?”

You nodded, running a hand down your arm. “After Bob and Starcourt – that’s when we started really fighting,” you said, eyes on the wooden floorboards. “That’s when the panic attacks started.”

“Considering how I feel now and what I just saw, I can’t say I blame you.” His eyes became unfocused and his hands clenched.

“I remember her, I helped her learn her toe touches,” you said, remembering Chrissy’s kind smile. She’d been eager to learn and happy to do anything you asked. You couldn’t believe she was dead. Bob’s beaming smile flashed across your mind and you rubbed your eyes. “I always thought she’d make cheer captain after I left.”

Eddie snorted, a sad - and slightly hysterical - sound. “It seems I can’t stay away from cheer captains, huh?”

Your eyes darted to him and he looked miserable. “Eddie, I’m sorry. It wasn’t fair to pin everything on you-”

“We were both wrong,” he said, huffing. “I just – I want to be clear on something.”

“What?” You asked, adjusting your legs.

“I was never embarrassed of you. I was just, worried that we’d crumble under the judgement. I should’ve believed in us and…I’m sorry for threatening to punch Aiden’s face.”

You furrowed your brows. “You never threatened to punch his face…”

“Yeah, I was thinking about it though. Often.”

After a moment of silence, you laughed. You couldn’t help it – that was such a typical Eddie admission.

“You’re a moron,” you said, shaking your head.

“Yeah, well, you look better than the last time we saw each other,” Eddie said, pretending to dust off something from his jacket. “I’m glad he makes you happy.”

Nodding, you chewed on your lip. “I’m sorry you thought I was lying. I mean, I was lying but I’m sorry you thought it was because I didn’t trust you. All of this… it’s a lot to explain to someone. I’ve fought monsters from another dimension.”

“I would’ve believed you.”

It’s a shot straight to your heart. Swallowing around the lump in your throat, you shift your legs.

“Somehow, that made keeping it a secret harder,” you said, huffing. “I thought people were spying on us and then Starcourt and the Russians. It was a lot, I needed to process.”

“I get it,” he said eventually. “Now that I’ve lived through it, I guess, I understand why you didn’t tell me.”

You nodded, shooting him a grateful look. Something burned at the front of your mind and you tried to hold it back but there was no use. “Can I ask you an inappropriate question?”

Eddie’s brow rose but he nodded.

Fiddling with your sleeve, you avoided his eyes when you said, “Do asked – still love me?”

Eddie snorted and you had to admit it stung.

“Does earth orbit around the sun?”

After a beat, against your better judgment, your heart soared.

“I wasn’t lying when I told you I’d love you forever,” he sighed, dropping his head to the wall audibly, “in my defense, it’s been less than a year since we’ve broken up. I can’t – just turn those feelings off. I think I’ve been in love with you since middle school.”

“I miss you,” you admitted, your eyes closing as he darted his to you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You weren’t just my boyfriend – you were my best friend. At first, every time something new happened in school I wanted to call you and tell you. I’d miss you so hard in those moments, it felt like my arm had been chopped off. After a while it was the smaller things. I’d be looking at a menu and see your favorite meal. Or I’d hear a guitar solo and it felt like…”

“Like someone had dumped cold water on you?”

“Yeah,” you said, opening your eyes. “I’d get so mad about it.”

Eddie nodded, like he understood and you felt comforted by the reciprocation. “Every time I heard the cheerleading team practice, or caught sight of any of them in their uniforms, you’d come up. Whether I wanted you to or not. It felt like they were doing it on purpose, to be honest. I don’t think I’ve hated a sport more.”

“Aiden and I broke up.”

His brown eyes flashed to yours, unreadable. “What?”

“My parents loved him. My friends would tell me they were jealous because he was never late to our dates, he called me when he said he would, he’d buy me flowers just because – I mean, who does that?”

“I should’ve,” he croaked, eyes looking suspiciously red. “I should’ve done that for you.”

“He was perfect,” you said, ignoring his searching look and your wildly beating heart.

“So, what happened?”

“You did, Munson. You happened,” you said, shaking your head. “Your stupid wild hair, picking fights at like two in the morning over stupid shit, and your goddamn last kiss in the rain like we were in some fucking movie. That’s what happened.”

You sat in silence for a few minutes, your words sinking in. Glancing at Eddie, you saw him blink owlishly, his brows furrowed.

“I’m passing all my classes,” Eddie said eventually.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not a straight A student but, yeah. Mr. Williams said he’s submitting my essay for a competition. I wrote…about loss. I stopped dealing a few months ago and I got a second job at the theater. I stopped smoking two months ago,” he said, fumbling with the gum in his hand, “my jaw might fall off from how much gum I’m chewing but it helps.”

“That’s great,” you said, meaning it.

“I only met up with Chrissy because I could tell something was wrong. I knew you said she was a straight edge. I had some leftover stuff at home and she was…desperate. I was trying, I was really trying and then because I can’t ever have a fucking moment of life go my way for once – shit hit the fan.”

“You were trying to what?”

Eddie laughed, humorlessly. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You had an inkling but you needed to hear the words. “Say it,” you said, hearing the pleading in your own voice.

His brown eyes pinned you in place. “I wanted to do better, I wanted to prove to you that I could change at first. But, after time – I just wanted to be better. I want to try. For me.”

Tears welled in your eyes and you swiped them roughly away. “I never needed you to change, Eddie,” you said quietly, “I just needed you to let me in and you wouldn’t do that because I wasn’t doing it either. I loved you then for who you were and I love you now for who you are. I’m pretty sure I’ll love you years from now for whoever you are then.”

“I know,” he said scrubbing a hand down his face. “I hate that I know that.”

“Why?”

“Because look at us! You’re back because I’m a wanted murder suspect. Some fucking monster is using Hawkins as it’s hunting ground and your back at the source,” the look in his eyes broke your heart, “you’ve been dragged back to the place that made you wake up panicking and screaming. I remember the look in your eyes.”

After all this, he was still worried for you. “I’m not back because of the monster – well, I would’ve come back to help regardless. I came back for you.”

“What?”

“You needed help. I’ll always be here for you; despite anything we have going on. I promised.”

A beat of silence passed before Eddie groaned and you frowned.

“You can’t say shit like that to me,” he said, grunting. “I can’t – it’s not fair.”

“What isn’t?”

“How much more in love with you can I get? It has to reach a goddamn max limit at some point,” he said, looking up at the ceiling.

You laughed and walked over to him. Folding your legs underneath you, his hair brushed against your shoulder. You heard him hold his breath before exhaling harshly. As you inhaled, you faintly wondered if he could hear your breathing too. Slowly, giving him enough time to pull away if he wanted to, you reached for his hand. Interlocking your fingers, you felt the void inside you disappear.

Closing your eyes, Eddie squeezed your hand, like he was expecting you to let go.

“Hi, I’m Hawkins’ High ex-cheer captain,” you said, turning to Eddie. “I’m finishing up my freshman year at Indie State. I joined the tennis team, I’m learning some karate, and I’ve realized I really like to paint on the weekends. I don’t know what to major in yet but I think I’d like to be a doctor. Oh, I’m also learning guitar. I have a younger brother and two younger sisters. I’ve fought monsters from another dimension and am now afraid of the dark.”

Eddie’s eyes cleared, their signature glint returning. “I’m Eddie Munson. Town freak, I don’t sell drugs anymore but I can roll your joint pretty well if you need me to. I’m in a pretty decent band and it turns out I kinda like writing. I’m probably going to graduate this year and I might go to college part time if I get in,” his thumb caressed your knuckles, “I’ve been in love with a girl since we were stupid kids. She’s got a hold on my fucking soul and I don’t think I want her to let go.”

“Yeah?” You asked, turning to him.

His eyes softened, the gentle look melting the last bit of ice inside you. “Yeah, Wheeler. You branded yourself on me the moment we met. I wasn’t made for anyone else.”

Smiling slowly, you ducked your head. “I should’ve known you’d be a good writer.”

“Because of dnd?”

“Because of how easily you’d use your words to sway me.”

Eddie’s eyes burned their gaze into you. “Wheeler?”

“We can’t keep things to ourself this time,” you said, picking at the hem of your shirt. “We’ll crumble again if we don’t fucking talk to each other.”

“Are you sure?”

You looked up at him, surprised. “Why?”

His expression was serious, his eyes darting around your face and his hands clenched. “Because I’m not letting you go after this. If we do this, it’s forever. You’re it for me.”

Thinking back on everything that had happened in the year you were apart, you realized that yeah, you were sure. He wasn’t perfect but, neither were you.

Nodding, you surged forward to press your lips against his. Without hesitation, his arms jumped to your sides, his warmth encompassing you. Your teeth nipped against his bottom lip and he sighed, like it was what he’d been waiting for.

“Okay,” you said into his mouth.

Eddie leaned back and stared at you. A slow smile grew, his eyes lighting up as it did.

“Thank fucking God,” he muttered.

This time, you couldn’t help but laugh.

A/N#2 *S4V2 spoiler: I do want to say though, I have to take a little break for my own sanity lmao I’m dead inside a little and only just starting to crawl my way to denial (I'm still very much in sad/anger). I knew it was going to happen and yet, I’m still an emo depression puddle. Kinda hurts to read about him even in fluff (like literally looking at him in gifs makes me tear up lmao I'm pathetic.) So! I’m just going to be off for a week or so and then try to get back to finishing Firsts. Not sure if I’ll do a canon divergence version of S4 anymore, but if I do, everyone lives nobody dies because I accept nothing less! If anyone wants to wail/vent/rant about this boy or S4V2 in general, please reach out - my inbox is open!

#eddie munson x reader

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pokegalla · 2 years

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Masterpiece

Low key got lazy in writing and I feel extremely guilty. So to make up, I made an x reader with our favorite artist skellie. Slight NSFW warning? (It’s called a life painting where the artist paints natural things….including naked people or in this case, naked skellie….) Enjoy!

“IIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNKKKKKKKK,” Error shouted, his voice echoing throughout the void. Ink ran as FAST as he could, managing to reach his home in the Doodlesphere.

He wiped the sweat beads off his skull, “Phew! Now THAT was a close call….”

“Messing with Error again, Ink?,” A tired voice called out to him.

Ink giggled as he turned to them with a big goofy smile, “Sorry (Y/n). But you should have seen his face! Toooootally worth it.”

I shook my head but laughed, “You’re such a little gremlin sometimes….”

“HEY,” Ink shouted sticking his rainbow tongue out.

I just laughed even louder seeing the troublesome artist acting so ridiculously childish. Ink had let me stay in the Doodlesphere after I was going through some tough times. I wanted to be an artist online but didn’t have what it took. I lost so much money trying to follow my dreams….but it caught up to me. I lost my home….my inspiration….until Ink found me and took me in. Sure he was silly and a little too careless for a hero but he did save my life….

I groaned, “Ink….why are you covered foam?”

Ink scratched the back of his skull, “Oh! Right….it was part of the prank! I….got caught in the crossfire….” He chuckled nervously as I glared at him.

“Ugh…now I have to clean up all this mess. Just go to the bathroom and wash up before you track anymore of this around the house!” I demanded.

He saluted at me, “Will do!”

I sighed as he left and gathered some cleaning supplies. Yeah he’s my savior….but he can sometimes be a pain in the ass. He’s lucky he��s cute….I blushed and shook that thought. Damn Ink has been plaguing my mind recently. I mean he is….undeniably adorable. But there’s no way he could like me. Hell I’m still surprised that he’s let me stay with him for so long. I fear that one day he’ll kick me out once he realizes that….I continue cleaning and tried to ignore the negative thoughts for now. After I finished, I put everything away and went to grab some clothes for Ink.

“Ok. Time to gather some clothes for him. He probably forgot again….,” I opened the door to his room.

When I was about to walk in, I yelped in surprise. Ink was there….bare boned and in all it’s glory. But even with my initial embarrassment….I was in awe by his tattoo like markings across his bones. They were so….BEAUTIFUL! A familiar spark suddenly struck me like lightning. I walked in and gripped his shoulders.

“Woah! H-Hey where’s the fire,” Ink asked slightly embarrassed, “Uh I’m not exactly dressed-“

“Can you help me….draw something,” I asked, cutting him off. Ink’s eye lights shifted from question marks to stars.

“R-Really?! You really wanna draw?! That’s….AMAZING! What’s inspired you? What do you need help with? I’ll be here to support you,” Ink said excitedly, “Now tell me what do you wanna-BLEEEEEECH”

Luckily I have an emergency bucket for whenever Ink gets too excited….started that when I got tired of cleaning ink of my clothes.

“I appreciate your….enthusiasm. All I really need is a pencil, paper, and….,” I sat him down in a chair, “You. I want to draw you. The markings on your bones are mesmerizing and I just HAVE to get it on paper!”

Ink looked shocked and even a bit flustered, “Really? You want to draw me…?”

I nodded causing him to chuckle mischievously. He posed rather suggestively (well as much as he could in a chair….). “You gonna draw me like one of your French girls~?” He teased.

I threw a pillow at him, “Don’t start.”

“Ok ok! No more joking around, I promise. I’m just glad you’ve finally found something to spark your creativity! And I’m glad to help out….sometimes artists need help in their works and need support. And I’m always ready to help fellow artists,” He sat more comfortably and made sure his markings were in my line of view, “Remember….art can be wonderful no matter what. You just have to put your heart into it!”

My….heart? I stared at him as I prepped my paper and got comfortable myself. My eyes scanned every nook and cranny, my pencil gliding across the paper as well. I was drawing the person who helped me at my lowest point, the guy who’s taken me in, the guardian of other universes and….the guy who’s stolen my heart. All my love poured into the paper as I sketched away every curve, dip, and things I loved about him. Ink on the other hand was secretly squirming under my focused gaze. He just doesn’t get it….he has no soul, no real emotions.

Then why….does he feel such strong emotions with this person? He didn’t feel it when they first met, he just wanted to help a fellow artist. But over time, he’s began to get these strange emotions and they were getting stronger the more time passed. He asked Dream once about the feelings and he said it had to be love. But….how? It baffled him to the point his head hurt. The feelings were kind of annoying….but the times I laughed, scolded him, or talked to him, it felt….nice. So it’s not all too bad. But he wondered if he should make a move one day. But he didn’t want to ruin what we had now! His head’s starting to hurt again….

“And….Done!” I exclaimed.

He snapped out of his thoughts, “Oh? Lemme see!” I held the paper close to me, hesitant to show him.

But with a sigh I passed it to him, “Ok ok….here. It’s alright I guess. But you be the judge.” He took the paper with a small thanks and looked at the final product.

He….was speechless. Which really freaked me out. Since when does Ink suddenly goes mute?! Was it really that bad? Did I offend him?

“Ink….did I mess up,” I managed to squeak out.

“Mess up?! This is AMAZING (Y/n)!!! I just can’t believe how amazing you are,” He exclaimed suddenly. His words made my whole face warm up.

“Huh? O-Oh….I’m glad you liked it….,” I said shyly. I was taken aback when I felt his hands cup my cheeks.

“Are you alright? Your face is turning red….,” He asked squishing my face, “Heh. Your face is smushy.” I rolled my eyes as he made my lips pucker up like a fish. That’s when I noticed a small rainbow blush appear across his face.

“I wonder….,” He muttered quietly.

My brows knitted together in confusion, “Wonder what-?”

My eyes widen when he pressed his teeth against my lips. My heart and eyes fluttered as the kiss deepen, my arms finding it’s way around his neck as his fingers combed through my hair. We broke the kiss, much to my disappointment but I needed to breath.

“Yep. I was right…..your lips are just as amazing as you are~,” He said with hearts in his eyes.

I blushed hard, “Ink….I….I really love you….”

He smiled widely, “I love you too Mon chef-d'œuvre~”

“Yeah….and uh….you’re still naked,” I said now realizing how awkward our position was.

He finally noticed too, “OH! Riiiiiight. I forgot heh….I-I’ll go get dressed now!” He was to leave the room.

“Clothes Ink….this is your room, don’t forget your clothes,” I said.

He chuckled, “Ah how did I get so lucky to have you by my side? Dealing with my forgetfulness and my pranks….”

I smiled, “I should be asking how I managed to get so lucky to have a cute and supportive hero as my boyfriend.”

That made his ENTIRE skull glow with his rainbow blush. He got his clothes and ran out. Did I….actually fluster him? I pumped a fist in the air in victory. Still….does that mean we’re now….dating? I squealed into my hands out of excitement and embarrassment for now processing all that just happened.

Ink at the other side of the door was also doing the same thing.

#my writing #funny #cute #romance #ink sans #error sans #undertale au #undertale au x reader #ink sans x reader #writers on tumblr #ink being a little gremlin #nakey skellie lol #fluff

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moon-sang · 2 years

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝔹𝕪 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣

CHAPTER 2: BLOOD BY THE RIVER ~ PART 1

SERIES MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: Dark secrets are revealed about 003′s past. Not everyone has their happy ending.

WARNINGS: (for the whole series) Mild horror, Mature language, sexual references, mention of experimentation on children, wounds, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, possible smut (I’m not sure where this is heading at the moment), typical violence, descriptions of blood, fem!reader, mention of abuse, please tell me if I miss anything.

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Din stays silent for a moment. Processing the words that just came out of her mouth. She’s clearly been abused. Din thinks. Why else would she say something like that? 003 stares Din down, wordless as usual. So he attempts asking her another question. “Where is your home?”

003 looks at Din, blankly. Her eyes held no emotion. Like they were staring into a void of nothingness. After a moment longer of silence, she speaks. “Tear me to pieces. Skin and bone. Welcome home.” She whispers, her voice was almost angelic, if not for the small crack in between her words. Was that a riddle? She was talking in riddles?

The Mandalorian stands there, completely still, his head trying achingly hard to somehow decode her statement.

Tear me to pieces

Skin and bone

Welcome home

Home was somewhere she got hurt, maybe?

Was she so used to being hurt so much that she feels home isn’t the same unless someone is hurting her? It seemed far fetched, but it was the only lead Din had.

“What does that mean? Does your family hurt yo-”

“Hello! Excuse me?” a raspy voice calls from the door of his small hut.

Din sighs, and looks towards the door, then to 003, who was strangely acting skittish, eyes scanning the door in absolute horror.

“Stay here.” He tells the girl, with his pointer outstretched.

“I’ll be back.”

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“Can I help you?” Din blankly states. In front of him stood a man, dressed in a white gown with a pale creased face. “Good evening, Mandalorian. I’m Doctor Miller. I come from Odari’s national lab, just above that cliff.” he exclaims, pointing to a cliff, right above the river. “Ok.” Mando says. He offers a curt nod, encouraging the doctor to get to the point. The green-eyed doctor continues with a small smile. “A girl...with a severe mental disorder, has run away from our care, at the hospital, in the lab. Our camera’s last saw her jumping off of the cliff, and we presume she would have landed somewhere in this river.” Doctor Miller explains, eyes creasing to zone in on the Mandalorian’s visor. “You haven’t seen her, have ya?”

Severe mental disorder?

Hospital?

That would explain why 003 was using riddles to communicate with him before. He knew there wars something wrong

Maybe....giving her in, would help her, after all, if it really was a hospital, they would be trying to heal her in some way.

Din huffs out.

“Actually, doc, I have seen he-”

The door slams shut.

Din stumbles back from the impact, pure shock filling his system. The wind couldn’t have been that strong. His eyebrows crease under his helmet, in utter confusion. With a quirk of his eyebrow, Din cautiously reaches for the wooden door knob again, but when he tries to pull it open, it doesn’t budge. He tries pulling harder this time. The door only offers ear-piercing creaks as it is pulled back with such brutality. “What the kriff?!” Din curses, slamming a fist on the weakened door.

“Mandalorian?” The doctor questions once again, from the outside.

“Just give me a second.” Din shouts back.

“This place better have some tools to get the door open.” Din mutters under his breath as he turns to ravage the ramshackle house. He almost bumps into 003 as he strides away... why was she standing up, right behind him?

Somethings weird.

Her eyes are trained on something, and a trail of fresh blood runs down her ears. Her mouth is creased into a thin line, deep in concentration. Her breaths are oddly laboured and sound sort of pained.

Curiously, Din follows her gaze to... the door, the door.. that slammed on him moments before.

No...

She didn’t?

Close the door?

Did she?

Din shakes 003 out of her trance, and her eyes meet his almost instantly. He can almost feel her hold on the door break.

Experimentally, Din reaches for the knob again, visor never leaving her panicked face. He made sure to watch her every move, every twitch of her fingers, every small shake of her head, the glimmer of fear in her eye...it was oddly familiar. It reminded him of the same look his bounties would give him when they knew they were caught. When fear finally took a grip on their soul’s and they resorted to a begging blubbering mess.

With a small sigh...

He opens the door.

But just as quickly as it opened, it closed again, and a new line of blood, falls from the girls nose.

“No” The girl says in a breathy whisper.

But her mouth doesn’t move. No, it’s almost like she was talking in his head? And he’s almost convinced that he made her voice up in his head when-

he hears her again.

“Bad man.” She adds.

But her mouth is still closed. Her plump lips pulled into a small pout.

“How are you-?” Din starts, talking more to himself than the girl.

“Excuse me, mr Mandalorian?!” Doctor Miller shouts from the door once again. “Dank Farrick!” He whisper shouts.

Please don’t give me to him

And she did it again. Telepathically communicated to him.

It only took one look into her teary pleading eyes, for Din to make up his mind.

For now, she would be safer with him, than anyone else.

“I won’t” He assures her, before taking a step outside, and shutting the door halfway behind him.

~~~~~~~

“I did see her, but I didn’t pull her out of the river. I thought she was dead.” Din lies explains to the doctor. Doctor Miller nods, eyebrows creased in understanding. “I completely understand, seeing someone just floating in the river, I can see how you thought she was dead.” He chuckles. Din nods, nervously chuckling with him. “Can I just ask one question then?” He asks, voice going up in pitch slightly. The Mandalorian says nothing, widening his stance slightly. “If you didn’t pull her out of the river, then....Who’s that?” He asks, pointing towards him- no, behind him.

Din’s helmet slowly turns back.

Please don’t be behind him

Please don’t-

She was there.

The doctor smiled cockily, twinkling his fingers at the girl in an attempt to wave at her. “Hello, 003. Ready to come home yet?” She creases her brows in anger and shakes her head two times.

Din couldn’t risk bounty hunters coming after him for a girl.

He tried protecting her

She went outside

She made the choice to reveal herself

If he kept her now...bounty hunters would find his location.

He didn’t need that stress.

“Take her.”

~~~

003′s head snapped in the Mandalorian’s direction.

Her eyes instantly filled with betrayal, regret, and unspent anger.

Raging emotions bubbled to her surface. It was obvious to Din, she had limited practice at controlling her emotions, they were written all over her face.

A familiar guilt settled in the pit of his stomach as he watched the doctor harshly grab 003 by the arms, and drag her back. “I shall see you soon, Mandalorian.” Shouts the Doctor as he disappears through the mist with 003, screaming and thrashing in his hold.

~~~~~~~

2 Days Later

He came to Odari to hide

He came to Odari to let the child stretch his legs

He came to Odari in the hopes to be safe for a while

He came to Odari to shake off the bounty hunters, not attract more

which is why he couldn’t understand-

Why he was on his way to the lab.

~~~~~~~ Taglist Open

#din djarin x reader #The girl by the river #the girl by the river chapter 2 #mando x reader #Din x reader #The Mandalorian series #The Mandalorian #The Mandalorian x reader #Mando x you #Din Djarin x you #Din x you #The Mandalorian angst #mando angst

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caracuuw · 1 year

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Hey, so, what if. Writing snippet based off of some of what Viking was talking about in his “what could have been” stream last night. Obviously, this isn’t finished, but I’m happy with it as is, and I think it’s easy enough to follow! Also, if you’d prefer to read it over on ao3, here is the link :)

“I thought you didn’t have enough diamonds for the ritual yet.” Taneesha said, slowly.

“Turns out,” Viking shrugged. “I did.” He tossed in another armful of eggs.

“Alright…” Taneesha eyed him as he went back and forth. “What about Legs’ IOU, then? What are your plans for that, if you don’t need him to get the diamonds?”

“Oh, this?” Viking shuffled around in his pocket for a moment before procuring a small, leather bound book that Taneesha was fairly certain she had watched Viking give back to Legundo after calling in his favor. “Eh, it can go in here too, I suppose.” He dropped over the edge of the hole, with seemingly a complete lack of care and consideration.

“Woah, woah, woah—” Taneesha protested, but it was far too late by the time she had even processed what was going on; the IOU was long gone, now. “Hey!” She shouted. “I worked hard for that! You worked hard to get me to give it to you! Just because you don’t need it for the diamonds doesn’t mean it isn’t still useful! You— you can’t just throw it away like that!”

“Ehh…” Viking trailed off. “I wouldn’t get too upset, if I were you. I mean, it only means as much as Legs’ “”word“” means, which is to say, it means literally absolutely nothing, apparently, so… into the void it goes too! Buh-bye!”

“I— what?” Taneesha started. “What do you mean, ‘too’?”

“I mean… the void is hungry, and this ritual needs a lot to feed it, so…” He was already back to grabbing as many things as he could hold from the chests along the wall to also dump into the void. Taneesha couldn’t help but notice the severed and frayed leads laying in a pile in the corner. Viking must have already sacrificed any… live offerings… he had down there, at this point. “Of all the people here, I’d expect you to understand that the most,” Viking commented. “You’ve had your fair share of experience with the void, you know how these things go.”

Taneesha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

Viking hummed in acknowledgment of this, but didn’t bother continuing on, which was… unhelpful.

“Viking,” Taneesha started. Now that she was really taking a good look at him, she could see how… unkempt he looked, compared to usual. Something about him, he didn’t look entirely… he didn’t look particularly well, she guessed. “What- what is this about? Why are you doing this right now?”

Viking shrugged again. “I have everything I need. Why not, huh? Why not do it now?”

“It’s just— you seemed pretty particular about it all being in order when you were telling me about it. This seems… this feels pretty spontaneous. And I thought I was supposed to help. Are you— is everything alright?”

“Oh, yeah, everything’s just fine.” Viking said with unsettling nonchalance. “And you are gonna help!” He was in front of her now, grabbing onto her shoulders, just tight enough to be uncomfortable, and looking her directly in the eye. “You’re gonna jump in with me, right, Taneesha?” Taneesha pulled back in surprise as she realized— Viking’s eyes, they—

“Viking,” Taneesha said in a low voice, stepping out and away from Viking’s grasp. “What happened to your eyes?”

“What do you mean?” Viking asked. There was no confusion behind his voice.

“Your eyes are both blue.”

“Okay… and yours are purple.” Viking said that as if that was supposed to somehow make her observation any less concerning.

“Viking, why are your eyes both blue?”

Viking shook his head, turning back to the chests. “I dunno,” he said. He wasn’t even trying to hide that he was obviously lying. That almost worried Taneesha more than the eyes themselves. “It’s not important. Here come help me with this stuff.”

“Viking, what is going on?”

“We’re going to get our memories back, Taneesha! I don’t understand what’s not to get here! You’re going to jump in with me to complete the ritual, and then we’ll have our memories back! Now come on, give me a hand here!”

“Viking—”

“Taneesha.”

“What if— what if I don’t want to, anymore.” Viking froze. “What if I don’t wanna do this right now?” She amended the sentence.

There was an agonizing pause. “That’s ridiculous. You and I both know that’s bs, right?”

“No, Viking. I don’t— I don’t like this. What is happening here? What happened to your yellow eye? And what—” She looked him over for a second time. He did not look well. “What happened to your compass?”

Viking scrunched up his face in a sour look and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then opened them. He made what Taneesha guessed was supposed to be a forced grin, though it looked a lot more like a snarl. “Y’know,” he began. “You really can’t trust anyone around here to get anything done for you, can you? Not even if you have their word, not even if you have a wish, not even if you believe that they are the one person who might understand, who might get it—” He let out a pained bark of laughter. “Hell, you can’t even trust your own self to get things done for you!”

There was a beat, and then another. Taneesha swallowed. “What did you do, Viking?”

“I did exactly what had to be done.”

#dominion smp #vikingpilot #taneesha #ren.writes

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mommalosthermind · 3 months

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went to see the geneticist about that whole cancer thing today so. I’m gonna put a read more, because I tend to ramble, and then I’m gonna fucking shout into the void because American Healthcare would prefer if you’d be so kind as to just shut up and die quickly, please.

Sixty minutes. Sixty minutes I spent with this woman carefully explaining to me how this test would work and why she thinks I should do it. forty of those minutes she said things like, “your family history is… a lot,” “Family is only ten percent of the equation so don’t panic too much,” “But your risk is still probably somewhere around 30% and if this test is postitive that bumps right up to EIGHTY—,” (Insert in-depth but understandable explanation of genes and terms I only half remember now but was fascinating at the time tbh)

I loved her, she was fantastic. And then. And then.

She put down all her files and folded her hands on the table. This woman went from sweet and professional and kind right to the type of bone-deep sorrow that’s got nowhere to go so it builds.

“First, I need you to know that I believe in what we do here. It sounds like this test would alleviate a lot of your concerns, no matter what the results. I do feel that you should get this screening done, for yourself and your kids. However.”

And she stopped, and took a deep breath. “The good news is, we’ve passed a law so that a positive test cannot influence your health insurance in anyway. We’re not even required to give them your results. The problem with that, is the law comes with loopholes. If you come back positive, we are legally required to give that information to certain places upon being asked. And if you do not have these programs already in place, it will be very difficult to get them after a positive, because a positive is considered a pre-existing condition. Life insurance companies. Disability. If you ever need long-term or in-home care. These places will look at that positive and, at the very least, raise your potential rates.” “So,” I said, like an idiot who should’ve known better but was too busy focusing on how this test meant I’d finally fucking know just how worried I should be, “You’re saying that this test, which is preventative care, would make it impossible to get the programs I’d need, if and when I actually get sick.”

“They don’t see you as a person,” she answers. She sounds so fucking tired. She’s said this so often the words have carved grooves into her mouth. They probably don’t hurt anymore, but she looks like she wishes they would. “They’re a business first and only.”

“I’m aware of how capitalism works, yes. I’d apparently forgotten how much it would prefer I die without inconveniencing the system supposedly designed to help me.” Then I apologize for allowing the angry millennial in me control of my tongue.

She just shakes her head. “Honey. I’m right there with you.”

I don’t know what the right answer is here. I don’t HAVE life insurance. We can’t afford it. My partner gets his through the military, which means I’m only eligible if we get hitched. But if we do that, me and all three kids lose healthcare entirely. Stars forbid something actually fucking happens to me. “I can’t tell you the right answer here. All I can do is tell you what I’ve seen happen. There was a woman, not too long ago, who’s got a similar background to you. Small kids and all.” The geneticist looks down at her hands. “I told her the same thing. She decided to go ahead despite not having these programs set up in advance.” She puts both hands up, like she’s warding me off, but you and I already know how this ends. “I have to make sure you know, we did not anticipate a positive at all. At all. But she came back positive, and now she’s having a nightmare trying to set up some kind of life insurance to take care of her kids in case something does pop up.” “You mean they’re turning her away, or asking for insane amounts of money, because they’d rather she die than help. Y’know. Like they’re supposed to. Because the healthcare part of this is caring for my health.”

“You’d think,” She said. I wonder how she sleeps, when she’s pulled so thin. How she can still go to work, when she knows exactly the potential, the help she’s offering, and how the system itself snatches it away from her over and over and over again.

I left with her card in my pocket, and the promise that they’ll get me in for that screening if I call for one. Now, a year, ten years. They’ll get me in. So. Do I fuck myself over now, or wait until the threat of cancer becomes a reality, and get fucked over then? I started this angry. It’s probably pretty clear when that drained right out into tired. I’m so tired. I want to cry. This was meant to give us a better way forward. This was meant to answer questions, and let us know how worried we should be about our kids. This is such a small thing. This is SUCH A SMALL THING. One test. 36 genes. So many cancers, the breast and the ovarian I’m terrified will come for me next, like so many other of my family’s stellar gifts. What is the point of this, if I’m going to end up punished so severely I might be denied actual care over it?

I think, really, what’s got me fucked up the most is that I should have seen this coming. I should have known better. I should not have been waiting to put down all that anxiety because I was so caught up in ‘I’ll KNOW.’

Fucking fuck.

The middle kid’s waiting to hear back on whether or not the insurance has decided he’s allowed to have fucking braces, and I thought I’d get to just know my risks of getting sick without there being a consequence. Specialists are telling me I should be so very worried about my cancer risks.

Ten years to even see her. And I’m back at square one, with a pcp who’s going to look at me in a few months, sidestep all my questions and go, “I thought you were going to try and lose a few pounds? What happened to weight watchers?”

What happened is, I’m counting points and counting calories and counting fucking steps and not losing weight, because the body doesn’t work like that. I might be teetering on developing a fucking eating disorder instead, but that’s between me and myfitnesspal/weightwatchers. But also: my weight is not the fucking problem. This was such a small thing. If I end up actually with the cancer everyone’s spent so long warning me about, what then? When it’s not such a small thing? What are the consequences for us then? THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A SMALL THING. QUICK. EASY. I’m not even fucking sick! THIS WAS A PREVENTATIVE MEASURE.

American healthcare is violence.

If it’s like this and I’m not even sick, how fucking awful is it for people who ARE?

Vote blue down the ballot, in the hopes that some fucking day our healthcare will actually fucking care.

#Momma talks #momma rants #delete later #i needed to pour it out soomwhere so boom. Tumblr.#American healthcare #Went from violent to teary to exhausted in record time.#this was meant to be a small quick thing. A nothing even.#Shouting into the void so I can get it out of my head for five minutes. Apologies.

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firecrackerhh · 9 months

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If the writing in HB is such a disappoint for you I suggest you quit while you’re ahead and just not bother watching Hazbin Hotel at all, obviously your standards are way too fucking high. I suggest finding something you actually like and blogging about that instead.

Also the way some “fans” talk about Vivziepop is frankly really disrespectful. It’s irrelevant that she’s a creator online and thus should expect pushback on everything she says or does, some of you go way too fucking far with it. She is still a human being who deserves respect, if you can’t give the CREATOR of a show you actively choose to watch any respect because of insignificant bullshit reasons like “they made something that personally disappointed/offended me” or because of accusations made against said creator with flimsy evidence at best, then those same people who claim the fandom is full of immature children are the most hypocritical jackasses I’ve ever seen in my life.

You want to criticize? Fine, but do not act like you’re morally above any of us who like the show when you actively choose to treat not only the creator like shit, but the fans as well. Hell I’ll be honest, if you don’t like Viv, I can’t say it bothers me that much, these idiots just shout into the void more often than not and their bitching amounts to nothing in the end anyway. But to treat the fans of HH and HB like we’re fucking idiots all because we have committed the horrible sin that is…liking something and not wanting to be bombarded with ever constant negative bullshit about it? That isn’t any more mature. That’s toddler behavior, crybully behavior even, and I don’t respect that shit whatsoever. “Waaaah these people don’t agree with my opinion on a cartoon so they’re all retarded and delusional and mentally ill I’m totally not projecting you guys waaaah!”

I do not deny that some fans go overboard with defending their favorite show, but notice how it’s all defensive, not offensive. We don’t start this shit, they bully us first, and then have the nerve to cry when we rightfully tell them how full of shit they are? What are you, a fucking baby? If you can’t handle other peoples opinions about a cartoon maybe you should fucking touch grass my dudes.

How’s that shoe feeling on the other foot? Not so nice when those criticisms are laid at your feet huh?

If you think you can do better, fucking do it then. Use your ever constant burning contempt for something useful and productive instead of sounding like a fucking whiny loser online, cuz that’s what you people sound like.

Speaking of disrespecting others…

I never want to hear any of you motherfuckers bitch about ableism ever fucking again. Retard is the nicest word I could use to refer to you fucking troglodytes. You deserve to get called that shit and worse.

Also for the love of god that’s not what gaslight fucking means you mentally challenged amoeba. Pick up a fucking dictionary.

🔥🧨~Firecracker out~🔥🧨

#tis i the werebitch #lmao I chose violence today #tw ableism #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #vivziepop #consider this the extended version of a post I made yesterday #long post

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sonnetnumber23 · 10 months

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Good Omens Season 2 Rewatch

I’ve started a rewatch of GO2 and I’ve got two main purposes:

1) Find the reasonable proof and explanation that Aziraphale was not a complete stupid arsehole in the last episode, and all that had reasons – and therefore help my girlfriend and myself to make peace with this ending which we’ll have to live with for a very long time if not forever.

2) Get into the material more properly to write my own fix-it fic. I really need one for therapy reasons and I want it to be a something I believe in.

Since writing is a very lonely process and I want to discuss things or at least shout into the void rn, I’ll comment on what I see and feel along the way if I feel like it. If anyone reads it, please be aware of the spoilers and forgive my mistakes – I’m not going to proofread it. Also feel free to discuss things with me too if you like. I wish us all to get the show renewal very soon.

1. Before the beginning.

Okay, I’m with you, guys when you rage against the rewrite of the canonical meeting scene, and Aziraphale being the first to fall in love. I believe them when I see it, but I don’t like it. (*insert the Doctor Who gif here*)

Crowley is downright stunning in this scene despite the ridiculous hair. The way he marvels at his creation as if it’s his child and something entirely separate from him at the same time – that’s just incredibly moving, and I can see how Aziraphale is immediately drawn to him.

What struck me unexpectedly during the second watch was that…

From Aziraphale’s POV, it was him, Aziraphale who led Crowley to his Fall.

Not Lucifer and not even himself. It was Aziraphale who first made Crowley question the will of the Almighty. If it were not for him Crowley wouldn’t ask those questions that got him into trouble.

I mean, of course that’s not true. Crowley would have learnt about the limits of the universe eventually even without Aziraphale, and his constant urge to doubt things and think for himself would have brought him to Lucifer.

But in that moment Aziraphale has just seen the perfect angel exercising God’s will and a moment later – after his words – that angel started to doubt the Almighty.

Azraphale with all his experience at shoving the unpleasant thoughts away would certainly convince himself that it wasn’t his fault. But deep down he’d blame himself – if only just a little – for Crowley’s Fall.

Can’t that too be one of the reasons why he so desperately wants to unFall Crowley??

Don’t know about you, but I’d quite like that.

***

Aziraphale: “I’m very good at forgiveness. It’s one of my favourite things.”

Flash forward to “I forgive you”, ugh L

I do hate that line in the last episode sooo much. However, as a person who makes a lot of mistakes and often asks for forgiveness, this is what I think:

People who very easily forgive people are often those who wish that they were forgiven themselves. Aziraphale if desperately insecure and self-conscious (which I will address to in other episodes), and he compensates for that trying to be part of the system and a community and by claiming that he is the good one. Unlike Crowley he actually has very shaky beliefs about what good and evil are. That’s because he has this learnt truth and he has something he feels deep down. And they often contradict each other, but since he knows (deep down) he’s not a truly good person, he doesn’t trust his own guts more than he trusts what he knows.

So he actually craves forgiveness and approval himself, which is why he’s so quick to forgive people around him – even those who don’t need his forgiveness.

***

Crowley: “You have three reasons for calling me: you’re bored, you need to tell someone about something clever you did before you pop, or something’s wrong. << That’s one of the facts that prove that they both learnt very little after the Armageddon’t. They’re still the same weird sort of friends, only now they can meet more often without the fear of being punished. But they still haven’t talked anything through, Crowley still sleeps in his car, and they both aren’t sure what the other one think of their relationship. My darling idiots. T_T

***

When Crowley comes back after the talk with Beelzebub he apologizes even though his previous words were “Aziraphale, what have you done?” He has nothing to apologize for here and yet he does, because only this way he can be back at Aziraphale’s side. It’s such a parallel with S1’s scene where Crowley comes back to the bookshop after the bandstand argument and apologizes even though it was Aziraphale who said they were not friends and much more.

It’s interesting because while Aziraphale is eager to forgive because he feels guilty deep down, he doesn’t like to admit his fault – he remembers all the times he did. Crowley on the other hand is ready to say he’s sorry, maybe because he knows that he is right but he’s doing it for Aziraphale. He needs Aziraphale too much to let a little thing like apology stand between them.

Other things:

“It’s called hot chocolate. You drink it.” – a parallel to “It’s sushi. You dip it in soy sauce.” I love it so much that this time Aziraphale got to introduce Gabriel to some earthly delights.

Gabriel: “Well, I expect it will be fine. Most things are fine at the end.”

Oh yeah? Are they, Neil??

So funny that when Maggie thanks Aziraphale and says he’s an angel, and Crowley asks if he’s been doing good again, Aziraphale starts to deny it as if it were something embarrassing. :D Also lovely that Crowley actually wants to know – he loves Aziraphale being Aziraphale. I think this season I can finally agree with David Tennant saying that it infuriates Crowley that he loves Aziraphale. It has always seemed a bit far-fetched to me, because I’m sure Crowley came to terms with his feelings a while ago. But in this season you can see that it’s not about him being angry with himself for loving Aziraphale. He’s angry at himself for loving what Aziraphale is – all his trusting-believing-in-good self. :’D He hates that this is the part of Aziraphale that often both hurts him and puts Aziraphale himself in danger, and yet it’s the part that he loves.

(Which makes me think: if Aziraphale turned down the Metatron’s proposal and chose life with Crowley away from all this, and then started to lose his angelic features and beliefs, due to the disappointment in himself, wouldn’t Crowley feel like he’s losing Aziraphale, and it’s his fault?)

Crowley is the first in the scene after he sees Gabriel to use the word “we” and “us”. He Thinks of them as an item. Then he’s the first one to switch to “what I need…” He feels so threatened here; he feels that “they” aren’t as important to Aziraphale as to him, so he tries to hide his own feelings as if he only thinks of himself. Oh, Crowley! :’(

Aziraphale: “If you refuse to help me, then of course…” He’s such a manipulative bastard, I can’t. The fact that he tries to use the same weapon in the last episode... ugh.

***

Okay, this was only one episode yet, and it took forever. And I’m not even mentioning the bits I simply loved or those things which I’ve already read about in other people’s posts…

Oh my!

#good omens 2 meta #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens #i'm not even sure it will be successful #but it's easier for me to think straight with a keyboard under my fingers #long post

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Doctor Hanahaki - I'm trying to get over this. [8]

Doctor Hanahaki

Chapter 8

WC: 3281

Akaashi goes through life after the kiss, regret and sorrow fill his days to where he almost collapses at work. Despite his inner turmoil, the flutter in his heart continues, and there is something he will have to figure out on his own.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47404093/chapters/140754997

“Okay, what the hell?”

“Be quiet,” Kiyoko hushes Sugawara who stares at the tablet in her hands, going over the schedule for the day. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but the big notice was Bokuto Koutarou was listed, and not under Akaashi’s name. “It says Akaashi recently referred him to someone else in the clinic. Weird…”

Sugawara frowned and looked around to make sure nobody else was watching. “That’s… weird. Kind of sad too. I feel like ever since Bokuto came around, Akaashi was so much more open. I wonder what happened.”

“Hopefully, nothing,” Kiyoko puts the tablet down and starts flipping on the lights to the rest of the clinic. Akaashi was usually here first, he was supposed to be here first, but he was not. “I trust that Akaashi has good judgement. It was probably just a scheduling conflict.”

“No, Kiyoko. You don’t understand,” Sugawara shook his head. “Akaashi is the most stoic, dead-inside person I’ve ever met. He’s so empty, anxious, chronic overthinker, you know what I mean. He had Hanahaki when he was 17, that surgery saved his life, but it messed him up. He hardly feels anything but whenever Bokuto comes in, Akaashi is smiling. It’s like he’s alive again.” It was a topic Sugawara was passionate about. Akaashi had been in his life for so long, the two of them had built this clinic (figuratively) from the ground up after their residencies. He was always for Akaashi becoming more open with others.

“You think he…”

It’s implied, but Sugawara hates to think about it.

“No,” Sugawara hears the door open and hushes his voice. “Akaashi is so morally correct, I’m sure of it. If something happened, he’d walk in here to resign. There must be something we’re missing but as his coworkers and his friends, we should check on him.”

The door opens, Sugawara has to hold his breath as Akaashi enters the clinic, hair extra ruffled and eyebags which beat even his worse ones. His eyes are dark, low, empty as ever, and even Kiyoko has to keep her composure at the sight of him. “Akaashi?” Sugawara breaks the silence, heading over to lay a hand on his younger coworker but hesitating as Akaashi backs away. “You look rough, buddy. Are you alright? Have you been sleeping okay?”

“I think…” Akaashi sighs, running his fingers through his hair and Sugawara swears he swayed. “I think I want to quit.”

“I’m in love with you, Bokuto,” Akaashi stands on a pedestal surrounded by whiteness, shouting into the void with no control over the words which fall out of his mouth. Petals fall out of his mouth as he screams again. “I love you! You’re everything!”

Akaashi looks down as vines climb up the pedestal, grabbing him by his ankles. “I love you! I love you! Take it, Bokuto! Take my love! Take it and be cured!” The vines climb up and knock Akaashi to his knees, threatening to pull him into the white void. Akaashi grips to the side of the pedestal as the vines attempt to pull him down, Akaashi letting out a harsh cough as petals and blood stain the quartz pedestal which he once stood proudly on.

“You hurt me,” Bokuto’s voice booms throughout the void, tears in Akaashi’s eyes. “You wanted to hurt me!” He shouts as the vines pull Akaashi from the pedestal.

He falls and screams.

He screams against the hardwood floor of his apartment, Nariko poking his face. “Ugh… oh my God,” Akaashi groans as he sits up from the ground and looks around, holding his hand over his mouth as waves of nausea from the nightmare sweep by him. The night is young, the moon is out as seen through his windows, and Nariko sits by Akaashi with beady eyes. A way to remind Akaashi he’s hardly slept this whole weekend, let alone in his own bed.

Nariko is the only factor helping Akaashi, as he runs to the bathroom and throws up in anguish from the night prior, thankful he finds no blood or petals. “I don’t love him, I don’t love anyone,” he mutters to himself, half delirious from the lack of sleep. “It was a mistake, Akaashi. You made a mistake; it didn’t mean anything.” Disgusted at the idea of love, the idea of feelings, the idea of ruining his ethical code for something so stupid!

It definitely meant something, at least to one of them.

Akaashi slowly gets up and looks at himself in the mirror, cringing as he looks away. “I can’t be there anymore.” Bokuto said he was not going to make a complaint about it, even though Akaashi begged him too. His license and reputation were only going to get hit if he came out. Akaashi was on his own, and he wanted it to be done.

“I’m going to quit.”

What about Bokuto?

Shut up.

Bokuto.

Be quiet.

You love-

“Fucking… oh my God, end me now. Shut the fuck up!” Akaashi covers his ears and leans against the bathroom counter, tears pouring as the bathroom lights flicker from his outburst. Bokuto is stuck in his mind, every waking second, no matter how much he doesn’t want him to be. “I’m quitting, I’m done. No more, Dr. Akaashi. No more, Dr. Hanahaki. I never should’ve gotten close to him. Never should’ve done any of this!”

Akaashi knows what he did was wrong, but he also knows that it did not feel as wrong as it should. The kiss consumes his waking days, and Bokuto is forever in his thoughts. He knows he should hate himself for it, but he misses Bokuto dearly. Akaashi knows he can never love, but he knows Bokuto was important to him, more than anyone ever before.

Key word, was. It has to be was.

He shut the lights off in the mirror and heads to the living room, picking up Nariko and sitting on the couch with her as he stares at the midnight sky. He’s worse than the way he was before Bokuto came into his life, living through the motions and blinking only to notice how much time has passed.

“I’m going to quit.” He repeats himself at the clinic when Sugawara stands with his mouth agape. He knows his tone sounds like a slash from the sword of betrayal, but he no longer cares. It’s for his own sake, for ethics and morals. “Consider this my two weeks. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Akaashi, you can’t be serious,” Sugawara shakes his head, Kiyoko looks out the window as cars start to pull up for appointments while the receptionist glances away from the drama. “We built this clinic from nothing, and you want to quit? Why? Why now?” The words scratch at Akaashi while he clenches his fists.

“Guys,” Kiyoko tries to jump in, but her voice does not carry so far.

“I said I didn’t want to talk about it. Be professional, Dr. Sugawara.”

“After everything? Dr. Akaashi, I may be your coworker, but I am also your friend.”

“And as my friend, I’m asking you to let it go. I’ve made my…” Akaashi’s voice trails off as he grabs the side of the wall, dizziness attacking his vision. It’s the stress, the lack of sleep, all the emotional turmoil. “My choice.”

“There are patients on their way in here!” Kiyoko shakes her head. “Deal with it later, you both need to be professional.”

Bokuto.

The dizziness tries to sweep him off his feet, Akaashi shakes his head to try and clear his thoughts. In his peripheral vision, Sugawara reaches out. “I’m sorry, I’ll be okay,” Akaashi forces a smile and starts to head to the back of the clinic where he starts his day. “We have a job to do, so let’s do that. Okay?” He practically storms off with a medical service smile, leaving to work on his day.

He's working in one of the more private offices in between appointments, filling out paperwork with the door half open when he sees him. Akaashi’s heart drops, as he watches through the crack of the door to see Nurse Kiyoko escorting a figure he knew all too well into a different room. Not his room, Akaashi didn’t have an appointment scheduled for 2:00 in the afternoon, not anymore. Bokuto’s shell-like figure motions through and the door closes, his sweater that once hugged his muscle curves now hanging loosely. It has not even been a week but still-

Go talk to him.

“God, no,” Akaashi tries to interrupt his thoughts, dizziness swarming his vision as he slams his head against the desk, almost falling asleep if it were not for the fact he was on the job and he would surely be greeted with nightmares if he did.

It was killing him.

Akaashi figured it was rather ironic, how a dying man was killing him like this. It was not fair, it was not right, but what was worse was the ache in his chest to know Bokuto was down the hall with a new doctor because Akaashi couldn’t keep his lips to himself.

“Dr. Akaashi?” He feels a single poke on his shoulder, and he remembers his head is still on the desk of a rather dark office. Yet, he has no desire to get out. “Akaashi? Please get up,” another poke, he realizes it’s Kiyoko.

He also realizes how dizzy he is feeling rather suddenly.

“My apologies…” Akaashi attempts to lift his head up, vision blurring in and out. One single glance at Kiyoko and he lays his head down on the desk again, groaning as a headache continues to beat his head from the inside out.

Bokuto. I miss him.

The thoughts don’t stop, the constant reminders that he truly was happier when around Bokuto, and he could never pinpoint exactly why. There is a lump caught in his throat when the only barrier to a mental breakdown in the middle of the medical office is his own exhaustion, tiredness which keeps him from being able to lift his head off the desk.

It’s as if he’s falling.

“Akaashi? Let’s get you to lay down, I’ll check on you. Okay?” Before he can even realize it, his arm is slung half over Nurse Kiyoko, his eyes opening to face reality for the first time in minutes. An empty office moves to an empty room, his movements ragdoll-like as Kiyoko practically props him up onto the examination table like a toy.

He remains silent as he lays on the bed, idly watching as she takes his blood pressure, the only noise in the room the pumping of the tool. “Just a bit low. Not terrible but not the greatest,” she mumbles, laying the blood pressure cuff on the side. “You don’t look well, Dr. Akaashi.”

“Just tired.”

“I don’t think so,” she sighs while Akaashi feels a shiver go down his spine. He’s cold, stoic, hard-to-read, but Kiyoko sees him like an open book. After all, like-minded people simply know better, they just do. “What’s on your mind? You haven’t been sleeping well, I can tell. What keeps you up at night?”

Bokuto.

The kiss.

Being in love-

No.

“How did you know that you fell in love?”

Akaashi, what the hell are you doing?

Akaashi’s eyes are half-lidded when he asks the question, hardly aware of the weight the question holds, but he pushes onwards. “I can’t feel those things, but you are like me… personality-wise at least. How did you know?”

The oxygen is sucked out of the room when Akaashi lets the words fall out. He’s half aware of his whole situation when Kiyoko goes to sit in the chair in the room. “Well, it’s different for different people,” she starts. “For some people, it’s how much they want to have sex with the person, that physical intimate connection,” Kiyoko speaks, rather bluntly.

Akaashi swears he’s about to throw up.

“I disagree with that, but it works for some people,” she shrugs. “For me, I found out how much I was valued. How much he valued me, wanted to protect me. With that, I realized I wanted the best for him, more than anyone else. I realized how important he was to me, and I couldn’t let that go.”

Letting it go?

“People laughed at me; you know?” Kiyoko gives a small chuckle, surely thinking of her lover. “For the first few weeks of dating, I couldn’t say I love you. The words left this awful taste in my mouth, and I had no idea why. I felt terrible too, because he would say it to me every day! Despite that little bump, he knew I loved him. I just couldn't say it yet, and that’s okay. People move at their own pace.”

Their own pace?

“Well, it took me about three months to tell him I loved him. He cried when I said it for the first time. He never doubted it, I just expressed it in different ways. Ryu always knew how important he was to me, and we made it work.”

Akaashi wants to ask more questions, but the dizziness invades him and tries to bring him back to his rational self. Hanahaki surgery survivors like him can’t feel those things, so why bother? His mouth is awkwardly dry as he turns away to face the wall, curling up on himself.

He isn’t sure whether to feel hopeful, or to cry.

“You should take one of your breaks, just so you can get back on your feet. I’ll come back when you’re needed, I know how much you probably want to get back to things,” it’s a lighthearted joke laced with kindness, one Akaashi will learn to appreciate.

“We should talk more often,” Akaashi mumbles as Kiyoko turns off the lights to ease the migraine engrained in his brain. Had the conversation helped his existential dread? Not particularly but Kiyoko had this certain aura of peace wherever she went, something Akaashi feared would fade when she left the room.

“We should.”

He gets up after about 15 minutes, the anxieties creeping in as he goes to finish his day of patients (none Hanahaki) and later day of paperwork. It’s as if he’s almost out of the tunnel, avoiding it all till he can go home for another sleepless night.

“Akaashi?” Just his luck, Akaashi is interrupted from filling out a form for a middle-aged woman. The clinic is almost all shut now, just Sugawara and Akaashi left now. Of course, it started with them, so it shall finish with them. “Can we talk?” Sugawara’s voice almost breaks as he sits in the chair near Akaashi’s.

Akaashi looks at his computer, unable to make the eye contact. Despite that all, he stops typing and lets out a shaky breath. “Look… I messed up. I can’t stay here, I’m quitting. I’ve made my decision already, so don’t try to convince me otherwise.”

“Akaashi…” Sugawara shakes his head. “You’re the most amazing doctor I’ve ever met. As your coworker, I respect your decision. As your friend, I can’t just let you go like this. I thought things were really looking up for a bit, you’ve seemed happier. What happened?” The final question repeats in his mind, interrupted by the comment of his happiness status. He hates that Sugawara is not wrong.

I have been happier.

The words repeat and haunt him, Akaashi turning his chair to face Sugawara. “I…”

He let it happen.

No, I made it happen. No matter what, it’s my fault.

“Akaashi?”

“I kissed Bokuto.”

Sugawara goes silent, paling as he grips the edge of the counter where they are sat. “When I brought his groceries to his house the other day, one thing led to another and we kissed,” Akaashi puts his hands over his face, tears threatening to pour. “I don’t know how it happened, or why, I just know I hate that it happened. I can’t walk in here every day for the rest of my life knowing what I did.”

There’s a long pause of silence, Akaashi looking up until Sugawara goes to break it.

“Why are you still here?”

“What?”

Sugawara repeats himself, the two of them making eye contact for the first time. “That happened days ago. Why hasn’t he put in a complaint about it? How does he have the bravery to walk in here today? Why do you still have your license? Why are you still here?”

“He said he wasn’t going to make a complaint,” Akaashi mumbled the words and that is when they truly set in. Bokuto said he was not going to make a complaint?

How could Bokuto forgive like that?

“So, I’m going to quit.”

Sugawara shook his head, hands trembling. “Who initiated it?” He asks, only met with silence. “Akaashi, I know this stuff is new to you but sometimes people do things that-”

“Stop trying to defend me. I did, okay?” The dizziness from lack of sleep is truly getting to him, getting worse by the hour. His vision blurs as the nightmares race in his brain 100 miles an hour. “He asked to put my hand on his chest and then my hand moved towards and- oh my God, I’m never seeing him again, I can’t.”

“He asked you to put your hand on his chest?” Sugawara asks.

Akaashi responds cautiously. “Yes, he did.”

“You made moves before you kissed him, which he didn’t reject?”

“…Yeah.”

Sugawara’s eyes widen a bit, almost in surprise. “And he still says he doesn’t want to file a complaint or anything? That he doesn’t want your apology?”

Akaashi brings his fist down against the table, a single tear streaming down his face as he wipes it away profusely. “What point are you trying to prove?” He glares. He has no idea why his anger is coming out against Sugawara when it’s more himself. “Sorry…” he quickly backtracks, leaning his back against the seat. “I’m just… on edge.”

“You’re fine. I’m just trying to say that maybe…” Sugawara pauses, sighing and shaking his head. “Never mind. Thanks for telling me. Even if Bokuto doesn’t seem to be mad, I’m glad you’re being responsible.”

You need to figure it out on your own.

Akaashi nods, gripping the edge of the counter while anxiety attempts to weave its way into his cold heart once more. “So, you’ll let me go?”

“Yeah, I’ll let you go,” Sugawara gives a soft smile. “Just, finish the two weeks? Finish what you started, Akaashi. Just these two weeks, I know it’ll suck if it’s morals you’re after, but please,” despite Sugawara’s typically aloof demeanor, it’s as if he is pleading with Akaashi to stay, at least for now. “I know you wouldn’t do anything like that with anyone else, so that’s why I’m asking you to finish these two weeks.”

Akaashi takes a shaky breath, nodding hesitantly. This was his only passion ever, and if he was going to throw it out, he would at least finish what he started. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“We cool?”

“We’re cool.”

Akaashi watches as Sugawara, half on the verge of tears, rushes in for a hug. For once, it reminds him of his residency. Akaashi, with limited experience and knowledge rushing into the arms of a doctor who welcomed him with kindness when the rest criticized his coldness. A doctor who told him they would build a clinic together to save lives when the big medicine industry failed.

Sugawara was important to him. Akaashi didn’t love him, but he treasured him, and maybe that’s good enough.

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