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How about BSD men when you're sick with a cold? (Totally not cause i have one rn lmaoo) I love your work btw <3
Thank you sm! And ofc! Hope you like this!!! (same, I was sick this whole week 😞😞 hope you get better soon)
(This is part 1. Part 2 with the rest of the members will come shortly!!!! I decided to slip it so at least one half of it was out…I think I might start doing this in the future to be able to post more frequently! Btw, I have seen all your requests and currently working on them!!!! Please keep requesting! I love every single one of them!)
BSD Men When Reader Is Sick With a Cold (P.1)
In this post: 🌹 Doppo Kunikida, Atsushi Nakajima, Yukichi Fukuzawa, Edogawa Rampo, 🌹
Pairing: Fem!reader/BSDMen
Synopsis; How would the BSD Men act when you have a cold.
Yukichi Fukuzawa
Fukuzawa, being the president of the Armed Detective Agency is a responsible person. The minute he notices you’re feeling sick, he takes care of you so well, he almost rivals Yosano. He makes sure that you take all your medications, constantly checking your temperature, and will not make you lift a single finger. You are his sick princess; you stay in bed and do absolutely nothing. If you ask for anything, he would rush to get it for you. With Fukuzawa’s love and great, responsible care, you overcame your cold very quickly.
“Where is (Y/N)?” His voice cut through the thick fog in your mind, sounding distant and echoing loudly. You winced, peeking open your eyes. Reality felt dreamlike; you saw Fukuzawa walk towards you, the view of your boyfriend slanted, as you were lying on the surface of the table in the conference room. You had hoped to refresh the burning hellfire that crackled in your mind, but with no avail.
“My dear,” Fukuzawa sighed, sitting down next to you. “You should go home.” He chided, pressing a large hand to your forehead. Your elevated temperature made his usually calm face grow worried. “You’re burning…you’re going home.”
You tried to protest, feebly gripping his arm to hold him back, but the worried glance Fukuzawa threw at you, seeing you pale, burning, nothing could convince him to make you stay at work.
You closed your eyes, your illness draining you far too much to remain awake. Every sound echoed in your ears, hurting your already weakened head.
When you blinked your eyes open, you found yourself in your apartment, and only vaguely remembered Atsushi bringing you home. Fukuzawa would have done so himself if he didn’t have a crucial meeting with a politician he could not avoid.
You dragged yourself to bed, too tired to change, only falling in your futon. Morpheus immediately pulled you under, dragging you to the depths of a dreamless sleep.
You opened your eyes suddenly, feeling a presence next to you even through your agitate sleep. Your eyes had to concentrate more than usual to focus on reality, ironing what was blurry, before you noticed the presence was Fukuzawa.
“Shh…I’m here, my love,” he whispered in your ear, adjusting the covers around you to make sure you weren’t exposed to any cold air. You immediately calmed down, snuggling against his chest. “Take this before you sleep,” Fukuzawa whispered, slipping two pills inside your mouth. You swallowed, knowing they were probably medication to reduce your fever.
You conked out right after, vaguely remembering finding it difficult to fall into deep sleep. You only found peace when Fukuzawa wrapped you in his arms, caressing your head.
You woke up the next morning to an empty bed. You sat up, pressing a hand to your forehead. You sighed in relief when you realized your temperature had gone down, but you still felt under the weather, your eyes burning, and your throat itchy. You glanced at Fukuzawa’s empty spot, wondering where he could have gone.
Almost sensing your thoughts, your boyfriend walked inside your room, carrying a mug of delicious warm milk with honey. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He cooed, seeing you sniffle sadly, clearly not happy you were sick. “I made this for you.” He handed the mug to you, making sure you didn’t burn yourself holding it.
“Yukichi, I don’t like being sick.” You whined, leaning against his side when he sat down next to you.
“I know, darling, but you have to rest to get better. And not stoically push through it like you were doing yesterday.” He chided softly, urging you to drink milk. You pouted, knowing he was right.
You couldn’t help but feel sadness crawl on your face, when you realized you wouldn’t be able to spend your few days off having fun with your partner, who you already saw too little of.
Fukuzawa realized, and to try and bring back the sparkle of happiness on your face, even amid a sore threat and runny nose, he leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Would you wish to watch a movie?”
As he had hoped, a smile brightened your face, and you almost jumped up in joy, Fukuzawa’s hand blocking you from doing so, afraid you would topple over sick. “Can we watch a romcom?”
“Whatever you desire, my love.”
The two of you cuddled in bed, using your laptop to watch your favorite romcom. You could have not been happier, snuggling underneath the covers with your perfect boyfriend, and Fukuzawa also enjoyed spending some time with you, peppering a series of kisses on your face every time the characters kissed on scene.
Edogawa Ranpo
Ranpo is…interesting when you are sick. It’s one of the few times he shuts down, and does not know what to do, or how to react. For once, the genius detective feels lost. When he realizes you’re sick, his first reaction is disgust, and worry that you could infect him, and then he freezes when he realizes you, his beloved (Y/N), is sick. Panic infects his body, and he just..crashes. It takes a few seconds for his heart to calm down, and to regain the composure on his face. All of his panic runs behind his face, only visible through his emerald green eyes to whomever knows him very well. The moment he has calmed down, he takes control, even if the fear of messing up and making you even sicker haunts his mind. Ranpo cures you slightly chaotically, forgetting to give you medicine and then remembering late at night, but he tries his best, and succeeds in making you feel better, inevitably being exhausted by the time you are no longer sick. Now it’s your turn to take care of him.
“Where is (Y/N)?” Ranpo asked, sulking at his deck, his lips wrapped around a vanilla lollipop as his green eyes scanned the office, noticing your absence.
“She took a day off.” Kunikida replied, not lifting his gaze from his computer.
“She didn’t tell you?” Dazai asked as he spun around in his chair, accidentally kicking Kunikida’s leg and then rolling away when his partner got mad.
Ranpo shook his head, sucking on his lollipop pensively. “Nope…I wonder why,” he thought aloud. You were his girlfriend, and always told him everything. He didn’t know why you didn’t tell him today that you wouldn’t be going. He knew you knew he preferred when you were in the office, brightening his day by just caressing his hand when you walked by, busy working.
When you were not there, Ranpo usually took the day off with you, doing whatever you had needed to be doing. For a second, Ranpo’s rapid mind jumped to the unrealistic thought that you might be cheating on him, but he quickly threw the idea away, not even considering it.
But the lack of knowledge irked Ranpo, and he didn’t feel like rummaging through his pocket to find his glasses to use Ultra Deduction. Instead, Ranpo tapped on his phone for a few minutes, calling your number.
The wait felt excruciatingly long, and he only focused onto the rhythmic beeping, completely ignoring Kunikida choking Dazai.
“Hello?” You answered, your voice strangely nasally and lower than usual.
“(Y/N)!” Ranpo called sadly, pouting. “Why did you not tell me you were taking a day off? I could come over and cuddle in bed with you,” he whined, throwing the finished lollipop in the bin.
You sighed: you had hoped you could escape telling your adorable boyfriend that you were sick. He always panicked, and exhausted himself while he took care of you, and you didn’t feel like draining his energies for a menial cold. But of course, nothing ever went the way you had intended it to, still feeling a little smugness lift your lips into a smile: Ranpo had noticed your absence almost immediately.
“I’m sick,” you explained. Almost to provide you with ironclad evidence, your throat started itching uncomfortable, and you coughed for a few seconds.
When your words registered in Ranpo’s head, he froze. His eyes went unfocused, and his phone almost slid out of his grasp. An avalanche of thoughts flooded his mind, the most common theme, fear and worry. Extreme fear for you, and worry because he didn’t know how to care for you; both feelings battled in his chest, a conflicting tsunami that only rendered his green eyes duller.
“Ranpo?” You asked, your voice rough after your coughing fit, but the silence on the other end of the line scared you more.
“I’m coming over.” Was the curt reply you got.
“Wait, what? Ranpo, no you’ll get sick — and he hung up.” You sighed, placing the phone back next to you, and waiting for Ranpo to barge in through your door.
It took a good thirty minutes, but your prediction came true. Opening with his copy of the key, Ranpo flew in, his arms decorated by various bags filled with medicines. “I’m here!” He gasped, his chest heaving.
“Ranpo, did you run?!” You croaked, trying to get out of bed and hold Rampo before he inevitably collapsed.
“No, of course not.” He replied, blatantly lying. He gently pushed you back down on the bed, climbing in after you. He emptied out all bags in the center of the bed, and you widened your eyes in shock at the medium sized pile that formed on your duvet.
“Oh my god…that’s enough medicine for a lifetime,” you whispered. You did, however, feel very loved, as you watched Ranpo rummage through the pile, trying to find a specific packet. This man, who hated exercise, had run around multiple pharmacies to try and find one that would make you feel better. Your heart melted into your chest, almost making your tired eyes teary. You gently clasped his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
Ranpo barely noticed, digging frantically. “Here it is!” He exclaimed victoriously shoving a small, blue box into your hands. “This is the best one for sore throats, apparently.” He said, a proud smile loitering on his face.
You opened it, downing the pills with some water. “Thank you, Ranpo,”
“Am I the best boyfriend or what?”
“You certainly are.”
Ranpo’s smile grew, and his cheeks darkened by a few shades: receiving praise from you was on the same level as receiving praise from the president from him. “Now, they said sleep helps as well, so we should sleep.” Ranpo declared, hurriedly placing all the medications on your bed side table, before dragging himself underneath the covers, and snuggling against you.
You laid your head on his chest, already feeling your throat become less irritated, letting you exhale peacefully. Ranpo fell asleep before you, his rhythmic breathing becoming your lullaby. As felt your eyes go droopy, and your mind quiet down, resembling a calm mountain spring, you could not help but think that you truly had gotten the best boyfriend in the world.
That claim was instantly withdrawn when you were shaken awake at 3 in the morning by a sleep-drunk Ranpo, who suddenly remembered you had to take another medicine in while talking that one. You sighed, but after all, it meant Ranpo truly loved you, and that was more than enough for you.
Doppo Kunikida
Kunikida is a man of rules, and ideals, and he tries to follow his life bound by his self-imposed rules. He has a specific page on his notebook dedicated to the procedure to follow when he, or you, go down with a cold. But his ideals, and rules get thrown down the drain when you actually have a cold. Like Ranpo, Kunikida freezes, but not because he does not know what to do, but because he wants to do everything in his power to make you feel better. Seeing you sick, and coughing makes his heart ache, and is what pushes him out of his brief moment of panic. Kunikida writes down your symptoms in his notebook, and goes out on a hunt to find the best medication. He will then take care of you lovingly, but also strictly, not letting you get out of bed, or miss some medications because you say you feel better. A small part of him will also be blaming himself for allowing you to get sick, even if he can’t protect you from everything. Kunikida will, however, always remain by your side, not caring of the perpetual danger of falling ill as well: he can’t leave you alone when you’re sick. You’ll be wrapped in his arms at all times, and that is one of the best aspects of being taken care of by Kunikida.
Kunikida was typing on his computer, filling a report that, initially, had been Dazai’s. He noticed movement from the corner of his eyes, noticing you slumping in the chair next to his.
“Kunikida,” you called, gently tapping on his desk to get his attention.
“Yes, darling?” He asked, still typing on his computer.
“Do I feel a little warm to you?”
Kunikida looked up from his computer immediately after hearing your words. He instantly stood up, walking towards you. Your health always took priority on his work.
You did look paler, and more tired, Kunikida thought, as he pressed his hands on your forehead. “You’re a little warm,” he sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Unfortunately, I cannot go home with you right now.” Kunikida said, hurriedly looking through his notebook, snapping it closed in anger.
You waved your hand. “Don’t worry, Kuni, I’ll just go home by myself.” You tried standing up, but Kunikida gently pushed you back down on the chair.
“I can’t let you go home alone. You’ll stay here, and I’ll take care of you while I work.” Kunikida declared, picking you up in his arms.
“Darling, I don’t feel that sick…and taking care of me while you work will just exhaust you more than you already are!” You tried protesting, as your boyfriend gently laid you down on the couch in the Armed Detective Agency office.
“Taking care of you will never exhaust me.” Kunikida grumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. He took his jacket draped on the back of his chair and covered you with it, returning to his desk to continue working.
Throughout the day, Kunikida walked over to your half conscious, half sleeping form on the couch, taking your temperature, and bringing you cups of water to drink. Kunikida also gave you various medicines that he had quickly popped out to buy on his break.
Various times you caught him glancing at you with worry, feeling that he was not doing enough to take care of you. You also saw him intensely research which medication to give you, also going as far as calling Yosano (it was her day off) to ask her what she thought would be the best course of action.
Lying on the couch, slipping in out of sleep, you felt enveloped by the warmth of your boyfriend’s love, who took care of you efficiently even while he was working.
You slowly woke a few hours later, noticing that the bright sunlight had been replaced by the lukewarm colors of the sunset, and the agency was empty, only Kunikida remaining, sitting at his desk. His hair shone like golden strands in the light, and his grey eyes resembled pieces of melted starlight.
You pushed yourself up, noticing your fever had gone. Your throat was still itchy, and your nose still clogged, but you felt better, overall. You slipped Kunikida’s jacket on, walking quietly towards him. You leaned over his shoulder, caressing his cheek, your two shadows intertwined on the floor.
Kunikida turned to glance at you, surprised. “Do you feel better, sweetheart?” He asked, turning to face you, immediately pressing his hand to your forehead to check your temperature.
You leaned into his touch, nodding happily. “All thanks to you, my perfect doctor,” you cooed, sliding down in his lap. Kunikida turned a fiery red, looking away.
“(Y/N), this is highly inappropriate!” He squeaked, although his hands tentatively went to wrap around your waist.
“Oh, come on: no one else is here. It’s not like we’re fucking in public.” You joked, panicking when you heard Kunikida choke on his spit. You laughed, gently slapping him on his broad back. “Ah, what should I do with you?” You asked, peppering kisses on his jaw.
“Kiss me properly,” Kunikida said quietly, seemingly having abandoned the war cry of propriety.
You laid your head on his shoulder, admiring his sharp features that were only accentuated by the dying sunlight that slid through the large windows. “I can’t, Kuni, I’ll get you sick.”
Kunikida looked at you in silence for a second, also admiring your face, his eyes zoning in on your lips. You saw the internal struggle reflected clearly on his eyes, a dueling waltz between his love for you and his ideals.
“Oh to hell,” he croaked, before diving down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, even going as far as to slide his tongue inside your mouth.
Your eyes widened in shock, but you quickly responded, threading your hands through his hair. Kunikida slowly pulled back after a few minutes, both of you panting for hair and grasping onto each other. Kunikida turned even redder when he noticed a small string of saliva glittering between the two of you. He pressed his forehead against yours: “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Oh! How cute!” Dazai called suddenly, waltzing into the room.
Kunikida never fainted so fast before in his life.
Atsushi Nakajima
Atsushi would know what to do, probably having to take care of his fellow orphans. But he will do everything with an underlining panic he will try to hide for your sake, but that you will inevitably notice because he’s soaking in sweat, even if it’s winter. It’s because he worries so much; anxiety crawls inside his body, and he almost dies on the spot. But once you reassure him that it’s just a common cold, his heart will stop running a marathon and he will calm down. Atsushi takes care of you with love, as well as diligence, sleeping lightly to make sure you’re sleeping well. He’ll make you take warm baths, helping you get out and in, and will cook you whatever you want.
When Atsushi had waltzed into your shared apartment, excited to take you out on a date, his heart had dropped to his stomach when he saw you bundled up in your futon, trembling.
“A-Atsushi!” You called, your voice nasally. You opened your arms, looking like a scarecrow draped in duvets and covers.
“What happened?” Your sweet jinko boyfriend asked, worry evident in his furrowed brows as he knelt next to you, tucking the covers back around your body to make sure no draft would touch your skin.
“Got a cold from my last mission,” you mumbled, sniffling. “Walking around the countryside drenched in cold, mountain water was not a smart idea.”
“You did what?!” Atsushi stared at you, even more worried because you had walked around for god knows how long shivering in the icy air. You smiled sheepishly. Atsushi sighed, exasperated, pressing one of his hands to your forehead, relieved that you seemed to have only a slight fever. But your shivers were worrying his already panic-stricken heart.
“I’ll make you some soup.” He started getting up, but you grabbed his loose tail and tugged back onto the futon.
“No…warm me up! You’re always so warm!” You whined.
“I’ll do that after I make you the soup, okay, love?” Atsushi asked, gently persuading you to let go of his belt.
You pouted, reluctantly letting go. Your face suddenly brightened. “What if you order pizza!”
“No! That’s not what you need right now!” Atsushi called from the kitchen, scolding you gently. You sighed, dropping back into the covers.
Your caring boyfriend soon walked out of the kitchen, holding a steaming bowl in his hands, his eyes fixated on the quivering soup that danced threateningly close to the edge, teasing to suddenly overflow.
Atsushi placed it down in front of, a sigh of relief rushing out of his lips. You giggled, eyeing the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead out of concentration. You reached down to grab the spoon. You blinked, and the spoon was gone, now tightly held in Atushi’s grasp.
“Absolutely not. I’m feeding you.” He said, deciding to ignore your questioningly raised eyebrow. “And I’m not exaggerating.”
You decided to stay quiet, and simply enjoy the care your boyfriend was enveloping you in, relishing in the joy of being loved. You obediently swallowed down the warm and delicious soup, noticing how it smoothed out the irritation in your throat. “It’s delicious, ‘Sushi,” You said, in between spoonfuls.
Atushi’s cheeks turned red, and he grinned shyly, playing around with the remaining soup in the bowl. “I’m a good cook, aren’t I?” You threw your arms around him, nuzzling your nose against his.
“The best cook.” Atsushi beamed back at you, kissing the tip of your nose as he put the bowl down.
Lazily, you trailed your hand down his chest, feeling his solid muscles underneath. An idea suddenly came to you, and a lazy grin spread on your lips. “Baby, I’m cold.” You whined.Your hand, who had momentarily stopped on his stomach, restarted its journey, slowing sliding down to to his crotch.
Atsushi, who had been resting his head against yours, pulled back to look at you, worry evident in his eyes. “You’re cold…— (Y/N), WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He gasped in surprise when he felt your warm hand on his dick, his breath getting stuck in his throat.
“Thanking the cook for the delicious dish!”
“A-Absolutely not! You’re sick! No!” He stammered, his eyes wide and panicked, his hand immediately clasping yours and gently pushing you back down in the bed, tucking the covers around you, restricting your movements: Atsushi knew he couldn’t resist you for long, and needed to prevent your hands to linger on his body before he got a hard-on.
“Atsushi! What the fuck?!”
“You need to rest. Doing what you wanted to do is not resting.” Atsushi stumbled and tripped over his words, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. You huffed, rolling your eyes. Atsushi glanced at you, playing with his fingers. “If you’re better tomorrow then maybe…” He quietly trailed off, defeated by the small pout that lingered on your face. You immediately perked up, smirking at him. “B-but only if you feel better!”
“I’ll sleep right away and get all the rest in the world so I feel better immediately!” You giggled, lying comfortably down in bed.
Atsushi sighed, a small smile on his lips, knowing that his heart truly belonged to you. He quickly slipped underneath the covers, holding you in his arms to suppress the shivers that had suddenly returned. You soon fell asleep, and Atsushi stayed awake a few more minutes, making sure you weren’t uncomfortable, before letting himself be pulled to sleep. But not too deep of a slumber: he had to make sure you, his treasure, his princess slept fine throughout the night. He was ready to sacrifice his sleep for that.
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SOOBIN AS YOUR MUTUAL THAT YOU HATE IRL — part two
part one
soobin x gender neutral reader
you and soobin have been mutuals on twitter for almost a year as you both run bebe rexha fan accounts. he uses a fake name and you guys get along well, you talk to him more than your irl friends atp. on the other hand you and soobin don’t get along irl after constantly competing for the number one spot on the academic leaderboard. since then he always gives you a rbf and says he finds you too obnoxious. but that all changes when you finally decide to meet your favorite oomf in person.
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The street was dark apart from the flickering lamps on the side of the walkway as you made your way towards Steve – or well Soobin’s – house. It still felt odd.
Your palms felt clammy and you were clad in your pajamas, in too much of a rush to change. Which was a decision you were regretting since the flimsy fabric did nothing to protect you against the wind.
Before you knew it you spotted the complex Soobin supposedly lived in, and as you walked closer you could see his tall figure waiting for you in the dark. It would’ve been rather creepy if not for the fact he was drowning in a large hoodie and sweats with a beanie tugged on his hair. His arms were crossed across his chest as he rocked back and forth due to the cold.
You swallowed your nerves and made your way towards him, not quite knowing what to do with your hands other than give him an awkward wave as he spotted you.
“Hey,” he breathed out, gesturing for you to follow him inside.
The warmth of his apartment was far more welcoming than the freezing night. He shut the door behind you both and tugged off his beanie as he gestured for you to sit down.
“Hi,” you greeted back as you sank down on his couch. The entire place felt very lived in.
Soobin’s face scrunched up into an abashed smile.
“I missed you,” you added, “I’m glad you reached out.”
“I am too,” he hummed, reaching out to take his hand into yours. His palms felt warm against your own freezing ones.
“What was your last text about?” you question as his thumb rubs circles on your palm.
“I don’t know what your talking about?” he smiles, “What did I say?”
“You know damn well what you said,” you huff.
“Okay, well I meant it,” he answers, “I convinced myself to try and forget you since you were an online friend. But having you right in front of me changed things.”
“Changed things how?” you say, warmth creeping up your cheeks.
“Well, for one I can actually see you,” Soobin notes, “And do things like this,” he adds, his voice going quiet as he reaches over to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “And, instead of fantasizing about kissing you, I could actually do it.”
“You fantasized about it?” you ask in disbelief, still flustered at the touch of his hand so close to your face “You didn’t even know what I looked like!”
“You were kinda just a blob in my mind,” he shrugs, a smile tilting his lips at your offended face.
“A pretty blob though, right?”
“Of course.”
“So, you really don’t hate me?” you muse, playing with his fingers, “It’s so weird seeing you be so gentle.”
“Would you rather me go back to being rude?” he replies, “But I really don’t. I feel a little ashamed at how I used to treat you.”
“It’s okay, I did the same,” you assure, patting his hand, “Let’s start fresh.”
“Okay,” he agrees, clasping your hand in between his, “Let’s go out.”
“Straight to the point?”
“I don’t think we should waste any more time,” he replies, “I need to make it up to you.”
“Kiss me and consider yourself forgiven,” you manage to croak out, your throat closing up at your false confidence. Honestly, you were qute irritated with yourself on how you treated Soobin for the past few months. You desperately wanted to move on and start fresh.
Soobin let out a surprised laugh and you wanted to ingrain the sound into your mind. He brought up his free palm to his mouth and let out a small giggle into it.
“Okay,” he manages to say, taking a deep breath.
“Any day now.”
“Shut up, I need a moment–,” he started, but was interrupted as you reached over and yanked on his hoodie to slot his lips against yours. He stumbled and you both fell backwards onto the couch as he caught himself above you, both knees outside your hips as you snaked your hands around his waist.
He stared at your for a mere moment in disbelief before leaning down to capture your lips with his. His lips felt pillowy against your own and his warm body right on top of yours made it feel just as good.
You had to remind yourself not to laugh into the kiss with how happy it made you feel.
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future texts and tweets
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The Duff 8
Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.
Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥
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“I just think I should go,” you fix your shirt, still warm from the dryer, “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to run out or anything but–”
“But you won’t stay. I get it,” Curtis says, “going to hang out with your friends?”
“No, um, just should…”
“So why are you in such a hurry? Is it that boss of yours?”
“N-no, I… It’s not you, if you’re worried. I’m tired and maybe it’s weird but I need my own space. I need to… chill, you know?”
He exhales and tilts his head, “yeah, I guess I get it,” he crosses his arms and comes closer, “can I tell you something? Before you ditch me.”
“Curtis–”
“Please Bunny,” he insists, “listen, alright? I… I don’t want this to end. I don’t want you to go.”
You give a perplexed look. He’s so sweet but persistent. And he’s right, it’s the most excitement you’ve had, well, ever.
“Can we see each other again?” He asks.
“Really? You want to?”
“Of course,” he assures you, “I– wait, do you think I’m that guy? The kind that just picks up girls and never calls them again?”
“Uh, no, but I don’t really know what kind of guy you are.”
“You don’t? I think I’m a guy who treats you pretty good, right?”
“Mhmm,” you hum with an emphatic nod.
“How about tomorrow? We can have lunch.”
“Yeah, sounds good–”
“You sure you don’t want a ride?” He puts his hands on your arms, rubbing them warmly, “I don’t mind.”
“I’m good, promise,” you smile as you resist the urge to pull away. You’ve never felt so oversensitive in your life. Like you might shatter if he doesn’t stop. This close to your escape, you can’t stop.
“You give good snuggles,” he steps closer and kisses your forehead, “I’ll just have to hug a pillow until tomorrow.”
You force a laugh. He’s kind of funny beneath it all, though you don’t know that it’s completely intentional. His hands squeeze your arms tightly, the reluctance lingering as he pulls back. He only lets go as you step back.
Once you have some time to yourself, you’ll be able to think.
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You let out a sigh as you enter your apartment. It’s nice to be home. You bask for a moment in the familiarity, in the absence of expectation. You lock the door and throw your purse in the chair.
You take your time settling in. You change into a pair of pajamas and make yourself some tea. You put on your favourite youtube channel to fill the silence and keep your thoughts from running wild.
Finally, you’re cozy, alone, and damn exhausted. You could fall asleep right there. You yawn and laze beneath the soft fleece throw on the couch. You can barely focus on the video as your eyelids droop. You can’t fight it. You give in to the midday nap.
You wake up and the windows are dark. Your television gleams with a vibrant landscape, the video well past casting. You cough and sit up, slightly dizzy from the depth of your sleep. You reach for your phone to check the time.
Twelve messages?! Jesus. Maybe it’s your friends finally responding to you, or you know, even checking in to make sure you got home safe.
You flick up the lock screen only to find all the texts from a single number. Curtis. Just before you managed to leave, he insisted on keying in his number. You didn’t see the harm in it.
‘Home safe?’
‘You there?’
‘When you get a chance, can you let me know you’re okay.’
Each is more frantic than the last. You’re a bit surprised at the tone. You did promise you would tell him when you got home but that’s just what people say. Stephanie has never once done so and she says she will constantly.
You shake the cobwebs out and type in your response; ‘sorry, fell asleep. Home and safe.’
The three dots of his pending response come up almost immediately. It was only two hours or so. It’s not that big a deal. You barely know each other, right?
The dots disappear and you frown. Well, you guess he’s upset.
Your phone jitters and you stare at the incoming call flashing. It’s him. You fumble to answer and croak a crackly, ‘hello?’ into the speaker.
“Do you know how worried I’ve been?” Curtis launches in without pretense, “I’ve been sitting here thinking of the worst things, bunny.”
“Um, okay?” You utter.
“Okay? Not okay. What if something happened to you? I can’t even come over and check on you.”
You chuckle nervously. The line is silent. You stop and swallow.
“Sorry, I forgot–”
“You promised you would text,” he hisses, “you did.”
“I know, like I said, I’m tired and I fell asleep.”
“You went home to sleep? You could’ve done that here, bun, you know that.”
“Er, yeah, but well…” you don’t know how to argue with him. You’re completely put off by his aggression. You spent one night together, you met in a club, it can’t be that deep. “Look, maybe we should postpone lunch, Sundays are pretty busy for me–”
“What? Bunny, are you a liar?”
“Huh?”
“I didn’t take you as the type. You're sweet, I know you’re not going to break another promise to me. Are you?”
There’s an edge in his tone. A challenge. He’s testing you and if you get the answer wrong, you feel like it’s the end of the world. You did say you would have lunch and really, it’s kind of flattering that he’s so worried. Isn’t it?
“No, I’m sorry, I’m only… I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
“I’m not mad,” he argues and softens his timbre, “I worry, is all.”
“Yeah…” you murmur.
“So, I need your address to pick you up for lunch,” he says brightly, the shift abrupt and disarming, “I got the perfect spot in mind.”
“Um, right, uh, I’ll send it to you.”
“Now? So you don’t forget. You got a habit of that, huh?”
You sniff. You can’t tell if he’s insulting you.
“Right,” you agree flatly and take the phone away from your face to put in your address. You return the speaker to your ear, “done.”
“Great, bunny,” he purrs, “so, what are you doing? Missing me?”
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MELT — j.m
pairing jj maybank x fem!reader
summary snapshots of your swoon-worthy relationship with jj (based on the song "melt" by kehlani)
warnings none. hella fluff. also, soft!jj
author's note i left out the ending of the song because it just would've been redundant. i hope that's okay!
jj masterlist ;; valentine's event ‘23 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪
i can’t tell where your hair ends and mine begins
if i ain’t have all these tattoos, i would think that it’s your skin
if i move too quick past you, i would think it’s my reflection
being this close isn’t close enough
you could tell every time we touch, every time we, oh
security. harmony. joy.
these were just some of the sentiments experienced by being together. there was a certain safety that you’d found in one another. it wrapped around the two of you like a lush blanket, much like the one the two of you were constantly under, and the warmth from it surrounded your hearts. it was fiery and beautiful. so powerful that it could make you melt into one.
and you did. every day.
the bed was warm, the heat of your bodies radiating onto the sheets and thick covers. sunshine was beaming through the sheer curtains, allowing a golden aura to light up the dimly lit bedroom. fingers danced along bare skin, soft kisses being painted upon each other with love. there was a simple contentment you and jj found just by holding each other.
“i never thought i could love anybody like this,” jj murmured, lips moving against your temple as his hand moved up your side. his heated touch left goosebumps in his wake, making you shiver. “you feel like something i pulled straight out of my dreams.”
“what do you mean?” you asked. a shy smile graced your features as you shifted in his arms, your chest now pressed to his as your hand came up to his face. you let your fingers trace along his sharp features, once again in pure disbelief at how gorgeous your boyfriend really was.
he shrugged. “i don’t know…i guess i never really saw the point in falling in love until i met you. you changed my whole damn world with that heart of gold, baby. you’re the one who cracked my heart open. you’re the one who made me feel heard. you’re the one who made me feel safe. whenever i’m around you, my heart beats out of my damn chest. my mind goes all fuzzy, and i can barely catch my breath. i wanna be around you and hold you in my arms all the time. sometimes i wish i could live inside your skin.”
“that’s kind of gross, j,” you joked.
“shut up,” he chuckled in response, “i’m serious. look, the only thing my dad has actually ever taught me is that love hurts. but it’s not like that with you. you make everything better. i just love you so damn much.”
“baby,” you cooed, your eyes welling with tears of joy. you leaned in, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. “i love you too. it’s you and me, j.”
“it's you and me."
wish i could build me a cute apartment
one-bedroom right where your heart is
inch of space feels broken-hearted
across the bed feels way too far and
i wonder when they see just one, do they see us two?
ooh, oh
there was a soul tie between you and jj. a healthy one formed with love. it kept you linked as if you were tied together with an invisible string.
even when the two of you were apart — which neither of you was ever thrilled about because if you’d had it your way, you’d be together all twenty-four hours of the day — you still felt so connected to each other. you both carried the love you shared in your hearts and souls and brought that love everywhere either of you went.
still, it didn’t stop either of you from being upset when you were forced apart.
“do you have to go?” you pouted as you watched jj pack his belongings into his backpack.
“baby, i’ve been staying here for three weeks now. i’ve been wearing and re-wearing the same shit. i need fresh clothes,” he laughed softly, looking at you from over his shoulder. “i’ll be back tomorrow, i promise.”
you sulked further, getting up from the edge of the bed and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. the left side of your face rested against his shoulder blade as you cuddled into him. “you do know i have a washing machine, right?”
he turned around in your holds, cradling your face in his hands as he tilted your head up to look at him. “you know i don’t like leaving you. things would be easier if we lived together. that way, i’d be here all the time, and i wouldn’t be such a crap roommate to john b.”
you let his words sink in, the wheels in your brain turning as you thought of an idea. “so, let’s.”
“let’s what?”
“let’s live together. you’re always staying for weeks at a time, and it completely sucks whenever you have to leave. maybe you don’t have to anymore.”
jj cocked his brow, “are you serious?”
“as a heart attack, my love.”
with that, jj’s arms wrapped around your waist, and he lifted you up, twirling you around in the air. you both giggled away cheerfully, embracing each other tightly.
“i’m moving in, baby!”
that’s when i melt into you, oh-oh-oh
i melt into you, oh
that’s when i melt into you
melt into you, melt into you, oh
jj loved to watch you sleep.
not in a creepy way, but in a way where he could take the time to take you all in. the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as you took each breath in. the way your long lashes kissed the tops of your cheeks lightly as they fluttered. the hints of a smile pulling at the corners of your lips subconsciously. you were so angelic; sometimes, jj struggled to believe that you were real and not just a figment of his wild imagination.
he remembered the first time he’d admired you in your slumber, deeming you his personal sleeping beauty.
you were at the chateau with the pogues, having come together for a movie night. you and jj were just friends at the time, but you were as close as ever, like two peas in a pod. you’d fallen asleep cuddled into his lap, one hand under your cheek and the other resting on his lower thigh, just above his knee. your touch sent a thrill through him, sparks igniting inside of him due to your warmth. your hair was out of your face, and the light from the tv cast over your features. it illuminated the dewy, natural glow of your skin, dancing along the tip of your nose, your chin, and the cheekbone that was visible to him. you were always beautiful to him, but there must have been something in the air that night because his heart threatened to burst just by admiring how peaceful you looked.
jj carefully smoothed a hand up your arm, landing on your shoulder as he traced circles onto your skin with his thumb. you shifted, still asleep, but your hand moved from his knee and grasped his. you wove your fingers with his and brought your joined hands to your chest, keeping them close to your heart. and that was the moment he knew he’d fallen in love with you so deeply that nothing could ever waver it.
and now, when you were deep in your sleep, you would reach out and pull him closer to you, just like you had that night. even if the two of you were skin-to-skin, as close as you could possibly be without morphing into one, you’d always wanted for him to be closer. and jj could never deny you because what he wanted was the same. he’d sigh into your scorching touch, kiss the nearest spot his lips could reach, and melt into you.
he hoped that every night for the rest of his life could look exactly like this.
matching your breath, follow your chest up and down
hopin’ you let secrets spill out your mouth and
inhale, exhale, breathe me in
with every breath, i’m sinkin’ in
no way to describe it, i’m a riot
if i wake up and i’m somehow beside you
instead of inside you, that shouldn’t surprise you
you don’t even notice, no need to remind you
you’d had past relationships before jj, and each time, you thought you had a good idea of what love was supposed to be. with every new romantic endeavour, each one better than the last, your perception of love grew more profound and poetic.
but as soon as you started spending time with jj, you discovered that you couldn’t have been more wrong.
being with jj just felt right. being with him gave you a stillness that seemed almost too good to be true. his love settled you. it grounded you on earth, though you felt like you were floating in space. it was a once in a lifetime type of connection, and you knew it would last.
“should i be nervous? we’ve been walking for a while, now, j,” you spoke, your eyes forced shut due to the blindfold jj had covered them with.
“shhh. we’re almost there, babe. this will all be worth it, i swear.” jj replied, guiding your steps from behind you. his hands were braced on your upper arms as he helped you walk, and his touch added the comfort you needed as you worried about where he was taking you.
“you know i can hear the waves crashing, right? and i can feel the sand underneath my shoes?”
“c’mon, pretty girl. play along,” he whined.
“alright,” you huffed, “i will.”
jj grinned, although you couldn’t see it as he continued to help you make your way toward the surprise he had planned.
“okay,” he said, coming to a halt. “stay there, don’t move. and don’t take the blindfold off until i say so.”
“um…okay?” you stood there waiting as you heard some low shuffling, and then what sounded like something being set down.
“alright, baby. open up.”
you removed the blindfold, and your gaze landed on jj. he was laying on top of a blanket set down on the sand. there was a picnic basket and a bouquet of roses to the right of him, along with a bottle of high-end champagne — one that you were slightly worried that he stole, but you put that on the back burner for now. the moonlight shone brightly, illuminating jj’s setup.
“what’s all this?” you asked, your voice nearly caught in your throat. he motioned you over with his hand, and you obliged, making your way over to him.
“i wanted to do something special for you. we’ve both been working non-stop, and we barely get to see each other. tonight was the first night that our schedules matched up, so i wanted to take advantage of it. give you the date night you deserved.”
you remained silent, and he chuckled at the evident shock on your face.
“is this your way of proposing?” you questioned.
jj laughed softly, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “hell nah, babe. when i propose, it’s going to be ten times more extravagant than all this. you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
“lord help me if that’s true,” you spoke, your lips forming into a grin. you leaned in, giving him a slow, gentle kiss. “thank you for this. i love you.”
“i love you too, princess.”
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Headcanons for Vash getting body worshipped and spoiled by a afab reader? She/her or he/him pronouns are fine for Reader, just, whichever floats ur boat. But yeah, Vash def deserves a good massage, a nice, hot bath, and some orgasms, and good, good aftercare. And lots and lots of cuddles and physical affection. He's been through so much, he deserves nice things.
the body of a god | 18+, minors dni!
word count; 757
warnings; sexual content
note; alright - first off: this was way too much fun to write omg. secondly: after rewatching stampede, i have a newly revitalized need to write some requests that have been sitting for far too long (my apologies!). i’ve been between writing pieces for this fandom and one piece ever since i started it since ace and sanji have absolutely taken over my heart
masterlist | cross-posted to ao3
after the more stressful stretches of journey, you were more than eager to let loose and relax
which also meant making sure vash relaxed as well
because if he didn't relax, he'd be talking about the next leg of journey or just be too deep in his head - both of those options were not favorable
once the two of you split ways from milly, wolfwood, and meryl in the motel, the door was locked with that 'do not disturb' sign on the handle
vash would try and put the focus on you, heaping praise on how helpful you were on the journey and that you deserve to be pampered
you wouldn't have anything of it - he was the one constantly putting his life on the line, expecting nothing in return while also being beat down by the very people he would save
while you drew a hot bath and ordered him to get undressed, he would grumble and pout in an attempt to get you to change your mind but you held your ground
he would shrink under your stern gaze, doing as asked and getting into the tub after getting undressed
as he soaked, you left him for a little to change into something more... provocative
when you heard the bath start to drain, you sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to come out
you both faltered at the sight of each other once vash stepped out of the bathroom
his eyes trailed all over your body and he swallowed loudly while you composed yourself, tamping down the want to yank the towel off his waist and throw out your whole plan
"come lay down," you said, patting the bed as you stood and made room for him.
he obliged without a second thought, allowing you to guide him onto his stomach
he opened his mouth to ask what you were doing but it came out more as a surprised moan when you straddled his lower back, your hands pressing into the tender muscle of his shoulders
vash melted under your touch as you took your time massaging up and down his back, focusing on the knots mostly in his neck and shoulders
“you know,” you whispered, leaning close to his ear, “there is nobody in the world prettier than you, lovebug.”
you laughed as vash buried his face in the pillow, murmuring something incomprehensible
“it’s true,” you continued, your thumbs rubbing circles on his shoulder blades. “everything about you is absolutely perfect.”
you made sure your hands would gently touch and caress his scarred areas, making sure he knew that you meant what you said by everything
you climbed off his back and he flipped over, pouting at the lack of contact but your eyes had trailed downward towards something else
“don’t act surprised,” vash said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at you. “you know what you’re doing to me.”
you kneeled between his legs, moving his knees apart and resting your hands on his thighs
“i don’t know what you could ever mean,” you teased, earning a small smile from vash. “i’m just letting my love know how amazingly handsome he is.”
vash chuckled and ran a hand through your hair, pushing it from your face as you slowly leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock. your eyes never left his and you enjoyed the way his breath hitched in his throat
“you’re so beautiful,” you whispered, licking a stripe up the underside of his length. “so, so perfect. and all mine, too.”
vash groaned as you took him in your mouth, his fingers tightening in your hair as he guided you further down
“y-yeah, all yours,” he whined, pushing slightly on your head as he craved more.
you continued to move slowly, coaxing the mewls and moans out of his throat that were like music to your ears
vash’s hips began to jerk upward, eager to hit the back of your throat as he got closer and closer to his orgasm
“i-i’m gonna -!” he panted, his heart hammering in his chest as you looked up into his eyes
the mix of moans and your name being stammered out into the air was heavenly as you swallowed every last drop of his seed before releasing his length with a satisfying pop
you stood up as vash fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily. even covered in sweat, panting with his arm over his eyes, he looked angelic to you
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Little Things
Sonny Carisi x Fem!Reader
a/n: I’m like really sad and in my feelings so y’all know I gotta write my feelings out.
Warnings: just slight angst, relationship problems and some light arguing.
Sonny let out a deep huff as he watched you pack your suitcase. “Please, don’t do this, (y/n). I’m sorry! How many times do I have to apologize?” He pleaded.
“When you actually start to mean it, Sonny.” You sniffled and continued to hustle around your shared bedroom. Finding things to pack up in your medium sized suitcase.
You were honestly just packing up for a few days and staying with your sister in Staten Island but still you knew it was gonna be tough for both of you. You really didn’t want to be doing this but you needed a break. Both of you did.
“Please, (y/n) … I’m sure our reservations are still good. I’m sorry...” Sonny continued to beg.
“They’re not. It took me months to even get those.” You said coldly, trying to hold back emotions.
You wanted to forgive him but how could you? This was your anniversary dinner that you and him had been planning for the past seven months. But, like the workaholic Sonny is, he completely forgot and picked up an extra shift. You knew if you had said no to him picking up the shift and reminding him, he would’ve gone. Key word: reminding him. You were constantly reminding him. Reminding him about dates and even small things like picking something up. You tried to forget those but your anniversary dinner? That was almost unforgivable. You shouldn’t have had to remind him about your anniversary. It was his marriage too.
Sonny began to plead again, “I’m sorr- “
“Shut up!” You snapped.
Sonny paused. His mouth slightly agape. He never heard you snap at him like that. He was in absolute shock.
“If you were sorry, you would’ve remembered Sonny. If you cared enough, you would’ve put a reminder on your phone. You put reminders for everything else in your life, work, friends, I mean for God’s sake you had a reminder for Amanda’s birthday!” You cried. “It’s almost like you’re married to her sometimes...”
“You know that’s not true...” Sonny replied.
“What else am I supposed to think? It’s the little things, Sonny! This is starting to feel like the loneliest marriage.” You said as you zipped up your suitcase.
“Where are you going?” Sonny asked, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he followed you to the door of your apartment.
“I’m going to my sister’s back in Staten Island. I really need a few days. I’ll be back Sunday.” You looked at him as you opened the door.
“Please, just text me when you get there so I know you made it there safely. Please…” He said as he stared at you with those beautiful baby blue eyes of his.
“Okay.” You sighed. “One thing though…” you paused as you grabbed Sonny’s hand and opened up his palm. He looked at you confused. You put it in his palm and closed it back up.
Sonny opened it and saw your wedding ring. Worry immediately colored his face.
“You keep that while you really think about how much this marriage really means to you.” You said before you kissed his cheek and said goodbye.
Sonny’s heart dropped to his stomach when the door closed. Truthfully, he wanted to open the door and chase you, beg you, anything to get you to come back but he knew it was far too late for that. He knew you needed this, he felt horrible thinking about how upset he made you. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the closed door momentarily. How could you guys come back from this?
Sonny walked over to the couch and laid down face first. He hoped maybe if he closed his eyes he could wake up back to this morning and really change things. He slowly lifted his head when he felt his phone vibrate.
“Want to join us at Forlini’s??? :)” Amanda said in a text message along with a selfie of her and the squad.
Sonny contemplated, wondering if he should stay home and wallow in self pity or go try to take his mind off of this shitty evening. He could use a few shots. Also maybe he could get some womanly advice from Amanda and Olivia. Sonny stood up grabbed his coat, house keys and took off.
“There he is.” Amanda said as Sonny walked over to the bar and sat down.
“Hey, guys.” Sonny muttered greeting Fin, Amanda and Olivia.
“God, you look rough!” Amanda noticed how disheveled Sonny’s hair was and how bloodshot his eyes were.
Sonny could feel the tears welling up again. “(y/n) left me...” as he put his hand over his face wiping his tears.
Sonny could quickly see how fast everyone’s expressions changed.
“What??” Amanda asked in complete shock., “Oh my god, what happened?”
“Bartender, get this man some whiskey!” Fin shouted to the bartender.
“What happened, Carisi? Last time I heard, you and (y/n) were doing good?” Olivia asked.
“Yeah, I thought so too…” Sonny said before he downed the shot of whiskey. “Well, we’ve all been busy with this huge case, and I completely forgot about our anniversary. She had gotten us reservations at this really nice French restaurant she’s been dying to try...”
“Your anniversary? Sonny, how the hell did you forget that?” Amanda griped.
“Can’t say I blame her.” Olivia agreed as she took a sip of her wine.
“Okay, I know.” Sonny said frustrated, taking another shot. “I fucked up really bad this time.” He groaned.
“Where is she?” Amanda asked.
“She left the apartment and said she was going to her sister’s house over in Staten Island.” Sonny sighed, trying desperately to swallow back the tears. “I’m scared she won’t come back.”
“How many shoes did she take with her?” Fin asked.
Sonny raised his brow in confusion. “The only shoes I saw were the ones on her feet.”
“She’ll come back.” Fin chuckled. “You should be worried when she comes back and takes all the shoes.”
Well, that did give Sonny some peace of mind. You were a shoe fiend. You usually pack at least 4 pairs just on small trips.
Sonny knew he fucked up. He couldn’t even picture losing you. You were his everything. You were there since he went from detective to graduating law school and to where he is now, an assistant district attorney. You were there for him every step of the way. He had to fix this. He needed to make it right.
Amanda and Olivia looked at each other and smiled. Somehow telepathically communicating that they had the same idea.
“Look, we’re all gonna help you win her back cause frankly, none of us want to find you crawled up in a ball inside one of the filing rooms on Monday.” Amanda chuckled to Sonny.
“And you know I don’t like comforting people.” Fin said, rolling his eyes as he took a sip of his drink.
“Oh, we both know that’s not true!” Olivia retorted.
“Hey, we don’t need to go spilling all of my secrets!” Fin grinned.
“Okay, so here’s the plan...” Amanda began. Explaining the perfect idea, she had to the squad.
Sonny couldn’t help but smile. He felt that warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. He really loved his squad.
….
It was finally Sunday morning. You walked up to your shared apartment with your husband and unlocked it with your keys. It was about 8 am and you expected Sonny to be asleep still or just waking up.
“Sonny?” You called out. “I’m home.” Your eyebrow raised in confusion when you didn’t get a reply back. “Okay, then.” You mumbled quietly as you placed your bags on the couch.
‘At least he kept the place clean.’ You thought to yourself as you walked across the apartment to the bedroom. You opened the door and much to your surprise your husband wasn’t there, and the bed was made perfectly… Except for the tiny card paired with a white rose sitting on the bed.
Dear, (y/n)
I did a lot of thinking this weekend in your absence. It has been the loneliest. I want you to play a scavenger hunt. There are three more roses I want you to collect with hints. At the end we will be reunited. You ready?
First clue is: The place we laid eyes on each other.
‘Well at least the first clue was easy.’ You smiled as you turned around to get ready for what lies ahead of you for today.
You thanked the driver as you exited the taxi. You were outside of the Manhattan District Attorney’s Office. The place you and Sonny had first met. You were working as Barba’s assistant at the time. You remember that day very clearly. As cheesy as it sounds it really was like love at first sight.
“(Y/n)!” You heard a familiar voice shout. You turned around and saw Fin.
“Fin?” You chuckled as you walked over to him.
“It took you long enough. This is the next clue.” Fin smiled as he handed you an identical paper card and another white rose.
“Are you all involved in this?” You questioned fin.
“Read the damn card. I’m not spoiling anything!” Fin answered.
Woohoo! You got the first clue!
Okay, where did we have our first date?
“He’s lucky I got cab money!” You laughed as you said goodbye to Fin headed onto your next destination. Central Park. You were in deep thought the entire taxi drive to Central Park. You guys almost walked around and hung out at the park that whole date. Where exactly was he thinking?
When you arrived at your destination you strolled around trying to repeat the steps you took that date. You were probably walking around Central Park for about thirty minutes now. Where did he mean?
It was when you walked by a younger couple exchanging a chaste kiss when the lightbulb lit up. The place you two had your first kiss! That was one of the many things that was special about Sonny. He was the first guy you ever kissed on a first date. You had a rule about kissing on the first date and he was the exception. There was just something special that first date that you hadn’t felt before.
You snapped out of your thoughts when you made it to the location. The Bow Bridge. There was just something so romantic about this bridge whether it be the beautiful trees, the lake or just the whole vibe of the spot in general.
“Olivia? Noah?” You called out when you saw Liv and her son Noah looking out over the bridge together.
“Finally, you made it! We’ve been waiting forever.” Noah said as he jumped in excitement.
“Is that so?” You smiled at the excited little boy. “Liv, does he really have all of you involved in this?” You questioned.
“All I can tell you is that you found the other clue.” Olivia smiled as she handed you another card and white rose.
You shook your head with a tiny grin as you opened up the card.
My Love,
You are so close to finding me!
Next clue is where did we confess our love?
“Oh, no way!” You sighed to Olivia already knowing exactly where this was.
“You’re almost done.” She smiled to you.
“Go find him!!! Gooooo!!” Noah shouted as you turned to leave.
“I will!” You said walking away.
This was an easy one. How could you forget? You decided to walk this time to the next spot. New York City was so beautiful. You couldn’t have imagined having the life you have now seven years ago. Your job, your friends, and importantly, Sonny. Maybe you were too hard on him. Sonny is an amazing guy. He was your first healthy relationship. He’s the first person who ever showed true unconditional pure love.
It was when you saw the familiar blonde ahead of you when you made it to your next clue. The front of your old apartment complex. The place you lived up until you and Sonny were engaged.
“Amanda?” You called out.
“(y/n)!” Amanda said as she brought you into a deep hug. “It’s been a while.” She said, smiling at you.
You felt bad for being jealous of Amanda at times. She was always good to you.
“Manda, it’s good to see you.” You hugged her back. “Are you the last clue before I see my darling husband?” You chuckled.
“Almost.” Amanda said as she pulled out the paper card and white rose.
“You know I’m getting tired of running around this city with all these roses!” You said as you opened the card to read.
You did it!!!
Now, one last spot.
You mentioned this on one of our first dates.
One activity in New York, You dreamed of doing when you were a little girl.
‘He’s so sweet...’ You thought as you stared at the card, you could feel your eyes water up.
“He really loves you, (y/n).” Amanda smiled at you as she looked at the emotion in your face.
“I know...” You said softly as you held the roses closer to your chest.
“Then go to him.” Amanda said as he gave you one last hug. “Go!” She motioned.
“Thank you, Amanda.” You said turning around. Jogging down the busy sidewalk. You knew this wasn’t far.
When you were a little girl, you dreamed of going on a carriage ride around Manhattan. Cheesy, yes. But you were a little girl living in a tiny town. They didn’t have anything like that in your hometown. It was something fantasized about riding around with your Prince Charming. You could feel the tears running down your cheeks.
You started to slow your pace as you saw him. It was a busy street, but you couldn’t miss him. He was so beautiful. Standing there, almost glowing from the bright lights in his favorite suit with an enormous bouquet of white roses and next to him was a horse carriage.
“Sonny!” You shouted! Not caring who was annoyed by your shouting.
“(y/n)!” He shouted back, smiling from ear to ear.
You ran into his arms; you hugged him as tight as you could.
“You found me! I knew you would.” Sonny hugged you back gently, you could tell he was trying to harm the bouquet in his arms.
“I’m sorry Sonny.” You said crying into his chest.
“What? My love, don’t apologize. Never apologize. You woke me up.”
“Huh?” You looked up at your husband confused.
Sonny held his hand to your face, wiping your tears with his thumb. “You made me realize how lucky I was to have you. You supported me when I was a detective, I couldn’t have gotten through law school without you. You have given me a reason to wake up every single morning. You are my beautiful wife, and I couldn’t have been blessed with anyone better.”
“Sonny...” you sniffled.
“I got you white roses because I know they’re your favorites, and I got you three for every amazing year we’ve spent together and these...” Sonny said, handing you the large bouquet. “For many more years we will spend together.” Sonny planted a deep but sweet kiss onto your lips, holding your face in his hands.
“I love you so much.” You smiled at him.
“I love you twice as much.” He smiled back. “Now, I won’t take all of the credit. The squad did help.” Sonny chuckled.
“You still made it all happen, my love.” You said.
“Oh, we can’t forget this!” Sonny said as he pulled your ring out of his pocket and placed it on your finger.
“Did you clean it? It looks so shiny.” You asked admiring your gorgeous ring.
“I did. I remember you were talking about getting it cleaned.” Sonny smiled and kissed your hand. “Still not as beautiful as you.”
You laid a soft kiss on his cheek. “Now, let’s get on this carriage!!” You jumped in excitement.
Sonny couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful you were when you were happy. He watched as you began to climb into the carriage. He was so damn lucky.
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we will be everything we say - Chapter 3
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Feyre Archeron has been best friends with Rhysand Sterling ever since she moved onto the same street when they were kids - the two became absolutely joined at the hip, with nothing able to come between them.
As they get older, life gets more complicated and things get harder. Not everything comes as naturally as it once did. People change, things happen, friends... drift.
But after drifting apart, maybe life can push them back together again, in time.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
a/n: sorry for the delay today, had a big weekend! this is one of my favourite chapters so far. i hope you all like it!! :)
Chapter 3: fifteen and sixteen
High school was already rough as it was for Rhysand. Trying to stay on top of his grades, meeting the expectations his father had for him, attempting to stay on the good side of all his teachers despite all the trouble he managed to constantly get into regardless of his best efforts. All of it was made slightly easier, though, by his friendship with Feyre and how the two of them persevered despite it all. She had never faltered in her loyalty and care since the day in the park that they had met as small children, and Rhys never hesitated to return it all in kind. Azriel and Cassian were practically brothers to him, Amren was wise beyond her years somehow and Mor was… well, Mor. He loved them all so much, but he never quite clicked with all of them the same way he did with Feyre. It was like they could read each other’s minds.
But soon, maintaining that deep and important connection with her was going to be a bit more difficult than he had hoped – his father had told him that they were moving within the fortnight.
It wasn’t anywhere too far away, only a handful of suburbs over in Velaris, but they had been on the same street together for almost as long as Rhys could remember. Living so close to Feyre felt almost as natural as breathing, so the idea of adjusting to an atmosphere without her in close orbit was nerve-wracking to say the least. There wouldn’t be any sense of excitement when he heard his front door unlock, or any quick escapes to the Archeron household anymore. He couldn’t help but resent his father for it.
“Dude, the fuck do you mean you haven’t told her yet?” Cassian spat out in surprise, the two of them keeping pace with each other during gym class. “Feyre will want to know, and it’s not exactly going to be subtle when one day she sees another family moving into your old place.”
“I know, I know. I haven’t been keeping it from her on purpose, I just… Finding the right time is difficult! I don’t want to tell her at a time when it’s gonna stress her out or something.”
“Rhys, you’re moving to the other side of town. It’s gonna stress her out at least a little no matter what.”
Rhys huffed a little at him with a defeated look - he always hated it when Cassian was right about these things, but it was one of the reasons he loved him, too. Underneath that mess of a man-bun and the muscles he was trying so desperately to continue to build was a heart of gold like no other, and it was exactly why he thought of him like a brother.
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m just- she’s my best friend, y’know? I love her a lot, and I fucking hate that I’m gonna have to tell her because I know it’ll hurt.”
“Believe me, buddy, everyone knows you love her.” A small wiggle of his eyebrows accompanied his sentence, but Rhys swiftly elbowed him in the side without a second thought. Cassian’s hands launched to where he’d made impact, face contorted in some mild pain and discomfort.
“Fuck off, she’s my best friend.” Rhys chuckled, smiling a little at him.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, man,” Cassian wheezed out, grumbling to himself as the two kept running.
The worries about how he would break the news of his impending move kept swirling in his mind like an inky whirlpool throughout the rest of his classes, distracting him from Feyre who was walking right beside him out of the halls of Prythian High at the end of the day. She had been talking about how she was struggling with her reading for English class – she’d never been a big reader, let alone one for analysing texts – as he looked over at her when they walked through the doors and out into the golden sun beating down relentlessly in the spring afternoon. The light hit her face and it broke him from his worries and launched him directly into a different kind of stupor. The curls of her hair, the stunning steely blue of her eyes, the soft pink of her smiling lips being hit by the sun just right to make it almost look like she was glowing next to him as they walked.
She was perfect.
He elected to adamantly ignore the twist in his heart at the thought – she was his best friend, of course anyone would think their best friend was beautiful. Best friends are meant to be the person to hype you up, anyway. It was perfectly normal, and he shoved the feeling to the side in his head as he wrenched his gaze forward onto the pavement in front of him.
“…So anyways, I’ve never really been one for maximalist work, but Miss Stryga seems to only love works that are so busy and cluttered. I have no idea what I’m going to do for this next – Rhys? Hellooo?” Feyre waved her hand in front of his face with a confused expression. “Earth to Rhysand?”
“Huh? Sorry - sorry, you were saying about Miss Stryga?” Rhys scrambled to catch back up with what she had been saying, only half-listening as he had been waxing poetic to himself.
“I was saying I don’t know what I’m gonna do for this next assignment for her since I prefer more minimalistic abstract. Geez, you’re all over the place today.” She laughed lightly to herself, shaking her head a little bit at him.
“Yeah, my bad… I think I might have overdone it at soccer practice today or something. Just been really tired lately.” He rolled his shoulders back, stretching his neck slightly to emphasize his point. In reality, he had barely been able to give his all at soccer today whatsoever because of everything on his mind, but that was between him and the coach’s extra ten laps he’d been given.
Feyre quirked an eyebrow, her face concerned as she tried to break through the slight walls he was putting up. “You’re not up late at night playing WoW or something again, are you? Because I’ve seen you active on Skype late at night sometimes, and I know you got way deeper into it than you ever meant to.”
“How would you know if I’m up late playing games unless you were up late too, hmm?” He smirked at her with a feline grin, trying to get a slight rise out of her. There was nothing he loved more than their dumb, spirited arguments about everything and nothing at all.
Feyre’s mouth opened and closed a few times listlessly as she tried to come up with an excuse, Rhys nudging his side playfully into hers as they strolled down the pathway beneath green trees and next to gardens in full bloom. “Well, I- I’m not- That’s different, I’ve been trying to get work done!”
“Uh huh. Am I right in assuming that the work you’re doing involves watching Ouran High School Host Club or something in some capacity?”
A sheepish expression crawled up on her face, cheeks slightly pink. “…Maybe. I can’t work without background noise, what can I say?”
“See, now I know that’s a lie, because you’re always going on about how you prefer subs to dubs. While I’ve been busy studying the virtual blade, you’ve been busy being nerdier than I am.”
Feyre’s mouth was agape in mock offence, looking at him with her hands on her chest as if she had been mortally wounded. His eyes were definitely only on her hands, and not slightly lower at all. He was so respectful and focused on their conversation right now, it wasn’t even funny.
“Wow. I don’t think I’m ever going to recover from that. You’ve killed me. I’m going to fall to pieces and rot.”
“You’ll live, darling.” He put a sarcastic, joking emphasis at the end, mussing up her hair slightly with a laugh as she tried to swat his hands away. Feyre practically jumped toward him to try and mess up his own hair the moment he backed off. Unfortunately for Feyre, ever since he’d started high school he’d only grown taller and shown no signs of stopping even now in his sophomore year. By now he was almost a head taller than her, having to look down a little to talk to her.
A small sigh escaped him as they continued to walk, most of the other kids on their way home having split off in their own directions, leaving the two of them the only ones roaming through the quiet roads on the way back to their street. A small pit of dread formed in his stomach when he recalled that he didn’t have many of these walks left with her - they were one of the favourite parts of his days. He didn’t have to be the soccer team captain or the cocky troublemaker or the perfect son with the perfect looks and the perfect grades. He could just be Rhys. No expectations, no roles to play, no masks to wear.
Just Rhys and just Feyre.
He had to tell her and he was going to hate every fucking second of it.
“...Hey, uh, Feyre, can we talk a sec?”
She stopped a few steps behind him, Rhys stopping to turn to her when he realised she wasn’t following alongside him.
“I thought that’s what we did every day anyways, what the fuck are you talking about?” She looked completely puzzled.
He brought a hand up behind his head, looking down a little awkwardly. Rhys could feel his heart pick up pace. “I mean, yeah but… Like, serious talk for a second.”
Feyre caught up with him, the two of them continuing to walk together - Rhys could only focus on the expression of pure concern and worry on Feyre’s face. She was too good to him.
“You certainly sound serious. Is everything okay? You know that if your dad is being shitty again, you’re always welcome at mine - it’s pretty much your home, too.” Her hand came to lightly rest on his bicep, her eyes boring into him to try and read his expression. To glean even an ounce of what was going on in his head.
“No, it’s not like that- I mean, sorta? But not in that way. Promise.” Rhys tried to reassure her, not wanting her to think that he’d acquired any more bruises that weren’t from falling on his ass at soccer practice.
“As much as you’re trying to reassure me, it’s not exactly making me less worried.” She squeezed his arm lightly. His chest felt tight.
“Fair play, I guess. Um… Y’know how my dad’s been really busy with his business and everything lately?”
“Yeah…?”
“Well, it’s been going good. Like, really good. But…” The dread gnawing at the pit of his stomach continued to grow and grow, getting heavier by the second.
“Rhys, I am begging you to just be straight with me right now.”
“He’s making us move.”
“...Oh.”
The two of them had stopped walking, facing each other as Rhys’ tongue began to feel like lead in his mouth. He knew he had to keep going, to explain to her that he wasn’t moving too far away, that they just wouldn’t be on the same street, but the expression on her face in that moment nearly broke him. Fuck. Fuck, this isn’t how he had wanted this to go. Then again, if he had his way, none of this would be happening in the first place. The silence stretched between them, tense and taut and ready to snap like a rubber band.
“I-It’s not as bad as it sounds-”
“Do you know where?” It was obvious she was trying to hold back tears, lip quivering slightly and eyes glassy.
“Just a bit further away, the other side of town - Velaris. I’ll still be in Prythian, just- just not Wildebloom. Only a handful of suburbs over.”
Rhys thought that reassuring her would have helped quell her worries and make her feel relieved, but instead he only saw her grimace deeply before pushing him roughly by the chest.
“You couldn’t have fucking opened with that? I thought you were leaving town or something - fucking hell, Rhys!” Feyre sniffled, wiping at her eyes a little as she tried to collect herself. The fact that he’d made her cry, even without intending to, made his stomach twist into guilt-ridden knots. He tensed for a moment, not wanting to overstep or seem like he was trying to condescend to her, but every bone in his body was screaming at him to comfort her somehow. His hands balled into tense fists for a moment at his sides before he let out a long exhale, willing the tension and compulsion to subside.
“I’m sorry. I just… I hadn’t said anything because I was really hoping that whatever my dad was planning didn’t work out, but then it did, and knowing it in my head was one thing. But telling you? That makes it all so real, and I fucking hate it. I know we’ll still see each other at school and we can still hang out, but it’s… You and I both know it’s not the same.” Rhys couldn’t have stopped himself rambling if he tried, desperately trying to make Feyre understand and make her feel even just a touch more at ease. He hated nothing in this world more than seeing her upset.
She took a deep breath, pausing a moment before jerking her head forward in the direction of the way they had been walking. Rhys quietly followed, falling into step beside her again in the most uncomfortable and tense silence he’d ever experienced. She kept close to him, occasionally sneaking glances at him as they walked in silence, breaking her gaze away from him whenever he caught her looking. Soon enough, they were approaching their little street in the distance - they could already see Rhys’ house from here.
This is not how Rhys wanted to spend one of the few walks he had left with her.
Feyre broke the silence first.
“...When are you leaving?”
“Two weeks.”
“And how long have you known you’re leaving?”
“...Also about two weeks. I’ve been freaking out about how I was going to break it to you the whole time.” Rhys could see her wince a little, dragging her hands down her face with a sigh that weighed on his shoulders heavily. Guilt continued to snake up from his stomach, twisting around his neck now - tight, suffocating, tangible.
“I’m assuming the rest of our friends know, then?” There was a slight venom in her words.
“Not for long. A few days or so, I think?”
She paused for a moment, considering everything. Their pace was slow and meandering, almost at a complete standstill - Rhys didn’t want to go home without knowing that Feyre was alright, that they were going to be alright. Feyre looked up at Rhys, her face still slightly pained, but there was a softness there that wasn’t present a moment ago.
“I know you. I know you would have wanted to find the perfect moment to tell me that you were moving, at a time and place that I would have been able to easily accept it and move on like it was nothing. But you know that there would have never been a perfect time for you to tell me this, right?”
“...Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
“I wish you’d have just told me when you found out, you prick. You’re my best friend. I wanna know these sorts of things, even when they fucking suck.” She put an arm around his waist, pressing herself to his side for a moment with a light squeeze before letting go. He felt his cheeks warm slightly, hoping and praying Feyre wouldn’t notice.
“Sure, but who ever wants to talk about the things that suck? I’d much rather spend my time giving you shit.” Rhys chuckled lightly, the atmosphere distinctly lighter and that horrid weight seeming to lift a little bit as they continued up the street.
“Wooow. Firstly, rude. Secondly, I think we have to focus on your shit now if anything. If you think I’m letting you pack and not helping out, you’re delusional. Good excuse to spend more time before you move, anyway.”
“Just because I’m moving doesn’t mean that we can’t still spend time together, you know,” Rhys insisted as they passed his driveway - he always made sure to walk her to her house, despite the fact that it was only two doors down, and today wasn’t any different. Any excuse he could get to spend time around Feyre he would always take without hesitation. “We can always meet up halfway and have lunch out in town or something. Plus I have my license, so I can come pick you up to whisk you away on adventures.”
Feyre’s laughter was almost like music to his ears, eyes closed and smile wide. She was so stunning and so unaware of it.
“Now I can finally have the cliche teenage experience of sneaking out at night to see a boy, how thrilling.”
The places Rhysand’s mind went to when she said that made chills run down his spine, shifting on his feet as he tried to shake the mental images Feyre had unwittingly conjured. He was so normal about this right now.
“Hey, you just text me and I’ll be there. No sneaking required. Besides, I’m not just a boy, I've been your best friend since we were little kids. I’m sure your dad wouldn’t mind.”
“He barely notices when I’m gone for school or for my job, I think he’s too checked out to mind much of anything.”
As much as Rhys hated that fact, he tried his best to take it in stride just like Feyre did. She turned to start heading up to her front door, Rhys grabbing her hand for a moment to give a small but reassuring squeeze before she went inside. To tell her that he was sorry but that he appreciated her all the same after all they’d talked about today. But instead of letting go, she gripped tighter for a second, and Rhys felt the world slow down a little bit as he watched Feyre get on her tiptoes. Her expression turned to a smirk before her warm lips met his cheek and he knew his face had turned red at that very moment. Feyre simply grinned wider as if she hadn’t just thrown his world off its axis, walking up to her door with a wave back at him.
“See you tomorrow, Rhys.” She said nonchalantly, heading inside and closing the door behind her.
Rhysand simply stood dumbfounded at the end of the driveway, staring at that white wooden door with his hand pressed to where her lips had met his skin. It felt like live electricity was still dancing along his cheek, jumping between his fingers, spreading down through his veins. He had half a mind to march up to her door, let himself in and crush his body to hers as he kissed her with everything he had.
But instead, Rhys turned and walked two doors down, mouth still agape in surprise. There was no denying to himself anymore that he was so deeply, desperately in love with Feyre Archeron. There wouldn’t be anyone else for him. His friends all already knew it, too. But she was his best friend, and he was moving soon.
So he kept that truth to himself, a secret that he wore on his sleeve like a uniform from that day forward, and unlocked the door to his house before heading inside.
#feysand#rhysand x feyre archeron#fanfiction#rhysand#feyre archeron#acotar#acotar fanfiction#friends to lovers
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RL Simself Story ( 18+)
CW: Pregnancy
We didn’t even manage to stay together for a whole month. How's this supposed to work with with N. & me? We're having a Baby soon. That means, I’m forever bound to him, whether I want it or not. But I wanted him! Maybe if I didn’t love him and didn’t care about him, it would have been easier? I wanted to make it work with us, but N. broke up with me. 😭... I think, Nico was actually right? This became clear to me, 2 weeks after he dumped me. I sat at my desk, to study for my exam. As I tried to concentrate, I noticed that Daniel’s photos above my desk distracted me.. Why can’t I just take Daniel’s photos off that damn wall to put them away, I asked myself?... The last days I’ve been thinking about, what’s wrong with me, bcs everyone’s letting me down. Now I got my answer! The moment I thought about all this, I was ashamed of myself! I let it happen again. 2 Men, you know? Agh, somehow I had to puke? 🙄🤮...... Was probably my first pregnancy nausea. I was to slow. Instead of puking in the toilet, I throw up next to it. Well, near-miss is still a miss! 🤦♀️
I have to file for divorce, I told myself. I can’t go on like this forever. D. was gone! But loved him, sm. 💔Still, I had to end this! No matter what happens to Nico and me, I had to draw a line, to finally accept that.... Daniel and I failed.😞
Back to the fight between N. and me 2 weeks ago. After finishing the conversation with my Grams, I went over to my bedroom. Nico was waiting for me. I was still thinking about my Grama and her twins... I started to tell Nico about it, but he didn’t listen to me? His phone buzzed. Constantly! I was annoyed, you know. I asked him, to put it away. But Nico didn’t react! So I went closer to him... I wanted to know what distracted him? He knew I was standing right next to him! I thought he’d try to hide his phone from me, to prevent me from seeing what he was doing? But he was totally relaxed. This encouraged me, to take a look at it. Damn, I saw Stephanie!! She sent him her fucking selfies. 😡
Me: You lied to me! You didn’t break up with her!
Nico: I didn't lie! I, don't lie!!! ... Hm, I need to change my number. 😕... But I swear, it's OVER!
Me: Prove it! Text her back! Tell her, you never want to see her again and you’re sick of her.
Nico: She already knows that! She knows I love you! She saw it herself! She saw us together. Or did you forget?
Me: She didn't saw us togehter! The only thing she noticed, is that I cried and left your apartment! You, didn't give shit about that! You didn’t try to stop me! And that’s exactly what she saw & noticed! ... You still fall for her pityscam.
Nico: No, I don't...😞😞...
Me: What happend to you, N.? I don't recognize you like this ... Why are you such a candy-ass with her?... Where is that mad asshole you used to be?
Nico: I don't want to be mad 😞 ... Come to me, babe. I wanna hug you.
Me: ???😦 ... NO! Get off me! Don't touch me!
Nico: I told you what I want and expect from you! You have to trust me!
Me: Did you expect or demand the same from Stephanie too? Or are you just playing your crazy mind games with me?
Nico: I’m honest! I demand those... certain things, only from you! I told you I chose you! But I see you still don’t quite understand me. That’s why you’re gonna listen to me now and do what I say. I feel like you’re not taking me seriously.
Me: Are you kidding???
Nico: Why would I kid you?... Agh, whatever! What interests me far more is.... Why are Daniel’s photos still hanging around here?
Me: I wanted to put them away! But Dilek was here. We were studying. And... I didn’t want her asking me stupid questions about D., so I didn’t do it in front of her.
Nico: You're always thinking up excuses, babe... Sit down! And listen to me well!...... I'll go. I don’t want to! Honestly not! But you leave me no choice....
Me: Are you ending this? Us?
Nico: Let me finish! When I’m done, you can talk.
Me: You got a lot of nerve, talking to me like this. You know?... You’re only leaving me, bcs Stephanie threatened to hurt herself or something.🙁😢
Nico: You don't get it!... It’s not about her! She’s with her parents! I don’t care what she does. She’s not my responsibility anymore. Agh, anyway! It’s no use debating for hours. I take off! You need to learn and understand me.
Me: And.... what about our Baby? You’re letting me down on this thing? It’s your Baby! You have to take care of your child too. That’s not fair that everything sticks to me while you continue to enjoy your freedom and your life. I thought I could rely on you...I always fall for the same shit.
Nico: I won’t let you & our Baby down. I keep my word, I’ll do my best for her or him. Just... you and I, won’t be together. But I’m here until september. I can support you in everything you need for our Baby.
Me: Sure. Like... Isabella & Philip did, right? I get why Isabella took off! Philip is an ass, just like you! 😠.... 🙁
Nico: I’m not like P.! But I don't want to say any more... just one thing! If you love me and want us to be together, as it should be! Get a divorce finally! Cut it with D.! Alone. Without me!... As soon as you get the divorce petition in writing, you’ll get me back, if you still want to. Your parents know about us. I even talked to your Dad. They all know about our Baby. There are no more excuses to postpone or wait for divorce. But you don’t care, you’re doing absolutely nothing to move this thing forward. Instead, you want to see Daniel’s brother. Anyway, do what feels right for you. I said what I had to say.
Me: I understand 🙁 .... but.. please don't go! Stay with me. I'm gonna do what you said.
Nico: I don't want to, but...agh, damn it!.. I have to go, or you won’t change anything. Don’t disappoint me! Do the right thing. I trust you! You come back to me, I know that. But now, I have to leave you alone. I'm so sorry. 🙁🤦♂️
He left! 😨In his.... sleepwear. I swear! Nico left in his shorts and a shirt. But okay, he just got in his car. He didn't have to take the subway or anything. I wasn’t feeling well afterwards. I had a killer Dejavu! It felt like when he left me a year ago... He said he talked to my Dad. Did my Dad talk Nico into some shit again?... However, I have to end my marriage to... finish this chapter and move on. 😞I also noticed that I never stopped loving N. I still loved him, as I did then. Now I was in love with two men again. I know, that sounds good to some. I’ve been asked a few times, why I complain about it? But trust me, it doesn’t feel good, it........hurts. We're running in circles, hurting each other, though we don’t want or intend to, it still happens....all the time.
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In the Haze of it all
A/N: A series of drabbles with Matt and Reader, how their relationship develops and how Matt handles Readers mental illness. This is written from how I’ve experienced mental illness! It may be different to yours
Series Title: In the Haze of it All
Chapter Title: The moons come out and the darkness is back
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Borderline!Reader
Content: GN!Reader, Race ambiguous Reader, Borderline!Reader, Healthy friendships that may appear toxic at times, Reader is close to Karen
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“What was it called again?”
Matt’s voice reached your ears. Foggy and Karen were both out to lunch, doing god knows what. You didn’t exactly work at Nelson and Murdock, in fact you couldn’t work at all. Working made you overwhelmed far too easily and the smallest thing could set you off.
“Borderline personality disorder, it’s a trauma response. In my case I was abused by my father, sexually and emotionally. Not that you need to know that”
Matt hummed and your mind started to race. Did he hate you? Was he annoyed? You spoke to much? Why should you care about him anyways? He’s a liar and a traitor. But he’s so sweet. Even if he’s a dick. SHUT UP. Your knee started to bounce even faster than before, a sign of your anxiety.
“Is something wrong? Your heart rate picked up”
Anger coursed through your veins. You hated when he did that. Like he knew everything. Even if it was helpful at times it was still annoying.
“Will you ever stop doing that?! Fuck Matt you don’t know everything”
You regretted it as soon as the words left your mouth. Anger was replaced with guilt almost instantly and it made you sick to your stomach.
“You’re right, I don’t. I just want you to feel safe, if you want I can leave you alone for little while-“
“So you’re just gonna leave me like everyone else?! I’m sorry Matt, please don’t leave me. I’ll do anything please don’t leave”
The change gave Matt whiplash and it was visible to you. He didn’t know what to do. A few moments passed in awkward silence. That was until the door opened, Karen and Foggy stepping inside. You turned around to face the two of them. Unclear emotion coating your face Karen walked gently towards you.
“Hon, what’s happened?”
Her voice was soft, something you appreciated about her. You’d met Karen in college where you were both studying journalism. You were reckless and constantly missing classes, when Karen had caught you she’d given you notes on notes to help. Since that you silently became friends. Until you explained your disorder to her, she understood wholeheartedly and did everything she could to help.
“I- ugh- fuck just everyone fuck off”
Accidentally punching Karen you ran out of Nelson and Murdock. Leaving Foggy and Matt confused while Karen’s heart just ached. You had raced to your apartment, ignoring the stares you were getting from pedestrians. All but racing up the stairs to your apartment. When you unlocked the door you kicked your shoes off, throwing your bag down and collapsing immediately. Ignoring the notifications from your phone. Wanting nothing but to sink and sink until you weren’t real.
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Sunday Kind of Love
chapter 2
Urban sighs as he waits for the elevator to go up to his apartment. It’s been a long couple of weeks traveling the world with his best friend, Jack. They just finished the US Leg of tour and after a small break they would be traveling to Europe. Urban has been home for 2 days and he’s still exhausted from all the different time changes. Since coming back he’s done nothing but sleep, eat, and develop his photos.
Stepping off the elevator, and towards his apartment door, when he unlocked his door a strong smell of coffee hit his nose. Walking in he wasn’t surprised seeing his best friend Copelan sitting on the couch watching tv like he lived there.
“Welcome back, brother. I missed ya.” Copelan says as he stands and gives Urban a pat on his back with a smile. Urban playfully rolls his eyes and looks at him.
“Missed me? You picked me up from the airport two days ago. You know if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were in love with me or something.” Urban said with a smirk. Copelan steps back and lets out a loud laugh.
“You’ve caught me babe! I’ve been in love with you since middle school” Copelan says before reaching over to grab Urban’s face like he was going to give him a kiss.
Urban laughs and pushes him away. “Take me to dinner first”
Sitting down next to him, Urban started rolling himself a blunt, because one thing for sure, Urban is gonna smoke whenever he gets a chance. The men spent the next 20 minutes talking and joking around.
“Yo, whose this chick Jack’s been telling me that you met?” Copelan says while passing the blunt back
Urban couldn’t help but smile at the mention of you, he wasn’t afraid to admit that that day at the cafe was constantly on your mind.
“Yeah man, I don’t really know much about her but she blew me away the moment I saw her…” Urban replied before he started daydreaming about Y/N
Before Brooklyn had come up to him, he had noticed the beautiful woman at the counter. The way her dress fell over the curve of her ass, the messy curls that still managed to frame her face… before he could think about her any longer Urban felt a hard pluck to his cheek.
“Dude, what the hell?” Urban exclaimed while holding his cheek and looking over at him. All Copelan could do was laugh
“Hey, you started daydreaming for so long I thought you were gonna start drooling.” He says with a smirk
Urban gives him a slight shrug with a smile before taking the blunt from his hands. “Jack, told me she has a daughter as well? Is my man Urbs about to be a step daddy?” Copelan then pulls Urban into a tight embrace and fake cries out “OH how they grow up so fast!!”
“Ugh get OFF me! I’m too high for this and Jack is a gossip queen.” Urban says pulling away from him.
“I would have found out anyway, but seriously dude, that’s kinda serious. This can’t just be one of your “Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am’s ”
“Yeah, I guess but I’ve literally only met her once and I don’t even have her number. So there’s no need to be thinking so far ahead.” Urban runs a hand through his long hair with a sigh, he really was too high to be having this conversation.
“I’m just saying man, two people would be getting hurt in the process. One of them being her daughter, especially if you form a relationship with her.” Copelan added on.
Urban turned his head to the side to blow smoke, he simply nodded letting his friend know that he heard and understood him. He knew Copelan was right, but he decided that he’ll deal with it when it happens. Like he said, who even knows if he’ll see her again.
Once Copelan leaves, Urban decides to go on a walk to clear his head and enjoy the last few days of cool weather before it gets too cold to go on walks like this. While Urban loved taking portraits of all his friends he loved going back to the basics and taking pictures of what’s around him outside.
Stopping in front of the ice cream parlor, he walked in and decided to get some hot chocolate. While waiting for his hot chocolate, he noticed two familiar people waiting to order. It was Y/N and Brooklyn. They didn’t see him of course, too busy talking. Brooklyn seemed to be talking about something super serious as she was waving her hands around as she spoke. Urban couldn’t help and notice how beautiful Y/N looked. Her curly hair was on full display today and she wore a sweater and a skirt with thin tights underneath. What he couldn’t stop looking at was the long knee high boots she had on. He was a sucker for a woman in boots, and she only seemed to prove that. Shaking his head, before his thoughts took him somewhere else he decided to walk up to the pair. He did promise to buy them something the next time they ran into each other.
As he starts to approach them, Brooklyn spots him first and starts bouncing on her toes and waves at him excitedly. Y/N turns wondering who she’s waving at. She gives him a smile. When he reaches them, Urban speaks first.
“It’s nice seeing you guys again,” Urban says. Of course before Y/N could say anything, Brooklyn gives him a huge smile and replies “Hi Mr. Urban, It’s been so long since we’ve seen you, remember you said you were gonna buy me ice cream? You promised!” Y/N just jokingly groans and shakes her head at her daughter. Slightly embarrassed. Urban just gives Y/N another smile then looks down at the little girl. “I guess you’re right, I did promise huh? Well what would you like?” Brooklyn taps her finger to her chin as she thinks. “What’s that you’re drinking?” Urban looks down at his drink before saying, “oh this is just hot chocolate, have you ever had it?” Brooklyn shakes her head before tugging on her mom's hand. “Have you had it momma? I wanna try it!”
“Yeah sure, only a small cup though, remember you have daycare tomorrow.” Y/N reminds her and notices Urban watching the two of them interact with a smile on his face.
“Why don’t you guys go sit down while I order the both of you a hot chocolate and maybe some muffins?” Urban says
“YUM muffins! I want blueberry!” Brooklyn says as she runs off to find a table. Y/N and Urban just look at each other and laugh. As Y/N walks away, Urban hears her mumble “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with that girl.”
After Urban gets the girls drinks and muffins, he heads over to the table. Y/N thanks him with a small smile and starts to sip the hot chocolate. The three sit there with a surprisingly comfortable silence.
“So, Urban, I know you obviously take photos but you said you travel as well? What kind of photography do you do?” Y/N asks before sipping her drink
“My best friend is a musician, so I travel with him to all his shows. I’ve been his personal photographer since high school.” Urban replies
Super interested, Y/N leans in closer. “Is he a local artist? I love discovering new music!”
Urban shakes his head a little bit with a laugh. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” One little white lie wouldn’t hurt.
“Wow, that’s awesome. Traveling the world must be exhausting though? Can’t imagine waking up in a new city everyday.” Y/N remarked
“Yeah, it can be. Trust me, most days I hardly wanna get out of my bed but then I remember how blessed I am to be able to live my dreams alongside my best friends.” Urban says with a smile.
There was soon a comfortable silence that fell over the table. I watch with a slight smile on my face as I listen to Y/N talk with Brooklyn about her day. It was hard to piece together some of the things she was saying but I heard Brooklyn with excitement about how she was going to be her teacher's helper of the week starting tomorrow.
“Well I think it’s time for the little one and I to head home, it’s a school night.” Y/N says before standing up and helping Brooklyn put her things away. “Here let me throw away our trash.” Urban says while reaching to grab everything; Y/N smiles in thanks.
Urban waits by the door as he watches them walk towards him with all their things. As they were saying their goodbyes, he noticed Y/N biting her lip nervously. Before he could comment on it, she said “Hey, since you’re gonna have some time off, why don’t you give me your number and we could maybe hang out?” Y/N starts to ramble slightly “I mean, only if you want to, I work from home and I set my own hours so–“ I hold my hand up before she could continue, she stops talking instantly. “I would love to get your number and hang out.” I tell her with a smile.
I could see her let out a sigh of relief and with a smile she held out her hand and motions for my phone. Silently, she puts her number in my phone and hands it back. I look down at the contact, and notice she put an Y/N emoji next to her name. I smirk and then text her so she has my number as well.
“Perfect! Well it was nice seeing you again, Urban. Hopefully we see each other soon.” With a wave she turns and walks away with Brooklyn skipping next to her. Just as I was about to turn and walk towards my home, Brooklyn turns around and yells “Thanks for the muffins, Mr.Urban!!”
With a shake of my head, I give Brooklyn a wide smile and walk home.
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yourinsta: Sunday Shenanigans 💛
We were treated to hot chocolate and muffins after our park day, so now we’re high off life and sugar! Cheers to never taking life too seriously and this wonderful little human being able to make me laugh harder than anyone else. 💛🤪
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plenty of time (epilogue)
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: epilogue to the "tutor girl & the hawkins high freak" series. you can find the other parts here!
warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual content (minors please dni)
word count: 2.5k
a/n: when I put the first part of this fic out, I never imagined it becoming a series, or anyone actually becoming invested in it. after I ended it, I toyed around with the idea of a cute little epilogue, and kicking off this follower friend celebration felt like the perfect time to put it out. to every single person that has read this series, reblogged, commented, loved, or messaged me about it, thank you so much again from the bottom of my heart. it really does mean the world to me. please enjoy catching up with eddie & the reader. ❤️
also again, i'm still not sure if the glitch with dark mode has been fixed or not but if you're on dark mode, you may have trouble viewing this. I apologize for any inconvenience reading in advance!
A dense fog settled above the Boston skyline like a smoky marble tapestry, swallowing the tops of the towering skyscrapers and grand cathedrals entirely. Rain had been cascading heavily from the thick clouds in intermittent downpour. By the time I reached my apartment, I was completely soaked to the bone and my fingers had gone numb from the chilled November air. One would think after living in this city for the past six years, I would have enough sense to carry an umbrella this time of year. I even started putting one right by the entryway, so surely I wouldn’t be able to miss it on my way out, right? Wrong. As I stepped through the threshold, shivering and jaw aching from how much my teeth had been chattering, there it sat warm and dry.
After struggling to get a good grip on one of the matches due to my frozen fingers, the seventh try ended up being the charm, I finally had a nice bout of flames dancing in the fireplace. I sat cross legged on the floor before it, allowing myself to thaw completely before I could even think about a complimentary hot shower. Times like these made me miss Hawkins a little. I never could stand the heat, but the winters were far more tolerable than the ones here in Boston. Even after all these years, I felt like I was still adjusting. Of course, every time I went back to visit Hawkins, I was constantly reminded why I left. Hawkins itself was never really home for me. It was the people that were.
An hour, and a very hot shower later, I was cozied up on the couch with a warm blanket looking through a stack of papers. The cider in my mug had cooled considerably since I had first sat down, and I was so lost in thought I hadn’t heard the door open or even noticed the figure standing in the entryway.
“I need your help.”
A brief shriek left my lips at the intrusion of my comfortable silence. My eyes frantically darted across the living room in the direction of the voice, my thundering heartbeat only descending when I was met with a pair of familiar brown eyes. I was so caught off guard by his surprising presence I had almost missed the words lingering in the air.
“What?”
“I need tutoring. I think I’m failing marriage.”
There was a timid smile on Eddie’s lips as he leaned against the doorframe to the entryway, and I could see remorse swirling around in the depths of umber from the glow of the fire. Even after all this time, the sight of him still made me weak in the knees. His hair was shorter these days, the unruly mess of curls now sitting somewhat neatly cropped atop his head, but still just long enough for me to get a good handful of. He had completely given up on shaving ages ago once he realized how much I liked seeing his strong jawline and cheeks covered in facial hair. I didn’t mind the coarse burn of it against my inner thighs when his head was nestled between them. It was a little reminder of the limited time we got together these days. Even though his looks had changed considerably in the past six years, he was still enduringly Eddie. The exact same Eddie Munson I had met almost seven years ago in the tutoring center.
I sat up on my knees on the couch as I looked at him. Even though his words were playful, there was a twinge of regret in his tone. I could see the anxiety written evidently all over his features. Eddie had never been able to hide his emotions well, and I knew him like the back of my hand. I crawled over towards the other side of the couch, tilting my head to the side with a smirk.
“Have you tried sleeping with the teacher?”
Eddie’s eyes widened considerably, an over dramatic gasp sounding from him as his jaw hung open. He pushed himself away from the entryway, coming to stand directly in front of me as his hands settled on the arm rest of the couch.
“Mrs. Munson, are you suggesting I enter an inappropriate relationship with my tutor in order to pass? Because if that’s the case, why are you just now telling me that’s an option?”
I couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles, shaking my head as I placed my hands on top of his.
“Eds, I don’t know how to tell you this, but you’ve kind of been in an inappropriate relationship with your tutor for quite some time now. Oh wait, just kidding. You broke up with me before it got inappropriate. Nevermind.”
Eddie threw his head back and groaned loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as he let his head hang between his shoulders in defeat.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you really weren’t joking when you said you’d never let that go, huh?”
“It still stings a little.”
“Oh for fucks sake, and I’m the dramatic one? That is not entirely true Y/N Munson and you know it. You’re conveniently leaving out the part where I fucked my tutor all throughout college and even married her when we graduated.”
“So then you knew sleeping with the teacher was an option, you just didn’t?”
Eddie blinked a few times as he stared at me blankly, his brows suddenly knitting in the middle of his forehead as his face morphed into an expression of incredulity.
“You had rules! You said no bribery!”
“That was before we got married Eddie! Marriage negated all my rules.”
“Again, why are you just now telling me these things?”
My stomach hurt from how hard I was laughing. It always warmed my heart when he remembered little things like that from when we first met. Sometimes it felt like a lifetime ago, and sometimes it felt like just yesterday. It had been almost three months since Eddie had been home. Sometimes I forgot just how funny he was. There never seemed to be enough time to spend on the phone. Just when he was coming off stage with an adrenaline rush of finishing a show, I was trying to wind down and prepare myself for another long day of dealing with high school students. We didn’t really have time to talk during the day since I had a full schedule of classes and tutoring slots, and by the time I made it home he was getting ready for soundchecks. Corroded Coffin was finally on their biggest U.S. tour to date, and while I was immensely proud of Eddie, I missed him even more.
Around the time he completed his Associates degree in music composition and production, the band was finally getting noticed after playing small shows around Boston for two years. They went on their first small leg tour shortly after that. The more shows they played, the more popular they got, and as much as I wanted to travel with Eddie, I still had another two years to complete my Bachelors in English. Eddie had proposed right before they went on their first tour, and we agreed to wait until I was finished with school to have a wedding. As much as I loved Eddie, I still had my own dreams I wanted to pursue.
Being a teacher meant I had a lot of time off during the summer to spend with Eddie. But most of it was usually spent following him around various states, watching the band play, and sitting in on studio recording sessions. In the two years that we had been married, I think we’d only spent a total of seven months actually together, just him and I. Sometimes I felt like we were on completely different paths, and I let that nauseating thought gnaw at the pit of my stomach until the sun began to peak through the curtains. But when he was here, really here, and I could feel him…see him, everything else seemed to fade away.
“I missed you.”
I hadn’t meant to sound so despondent. I wish my voice hadn’t broken when the words came out. I wish Eddie hadn’t heard it. But the way my beloved dimples disappeared beneath the smooth planes of his sharp cheekbones, and the rest of his face fell in pity, I knew he had. Eddie swallowed thickly as he brought one of his large hands up to cup my cheek gently, offering me the faintest of guilty smiles.
“I missed you, angel.”
I didn’t want this. I didn’t want our first night together in three months to be filled with the heaviness of melancholia. I quickly swallowed the lump in my own throat and wrapped my fingers around Eddie’s wrist, displaying the most genuine smile I could muster as I gazed up at him.
“What are you doing here? I thought you guys were still on the road for another two months?”
“Our next show isn’t for three more days. Thought I’d take a break, come see my smokin’ hot wife.”
A blush settled on the tops of my cheeks at Eddie’s words. It still made me dizzy every time he referred to me as his wife. I hummed softly as I leaned in closer, pressing a light kiss to his jaw.
“Well, if you had told me you were coming, I would’ve prepared better. Maybe put on something a little more…enticing.”
“Would’ve ruined the surprise, sweet girl. And trust me, there is nothing sexier than coming home to see you grading those little shit’s papers. The only reason you can’t tell I’m rock solid is ‘cause this fucking couch is in the way.”
I erupted in laughter immediately and playfully slapped at his chest. Eddie hadn’t had a filter since the day I met him, and I wasn’t sure why that still shocked me sometimes.
“Eddie! You picked out this couch.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t shit talk it when it gets in between me and my girl.”
Eddie wrapped his arms around my waist as he crawled over the armrest, pushing me backwards until I was trapped between his body and the cushions beneath me. He grinned against my lips as he captured them in a deep kiss, and I instantly melted underneath him. I didn’t waste any time locking my legs around his waist, putting as little space between our bodies as possible. God I had missed him. His words from earlier suddenly echoed in my ears, and I cradled his face in my hands as I broke the kiss.
“Hey.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re not failing marriage.”
Eddie stared down at me silently for a moment, seemingly contemplating my words. He slowly let out a deep exhale, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Are you sure? Feels like I am.”
“Eddie…I am so proud of you. Yes, I miss you all the time when you’re not here, and I wish we could spend more time together you know, just us. You’re my best friend, and I love you. But I want you to be happy. I want you to do what makes you happy. I want you to follow your dreams just as much as you want me to follow mine.”
“Yeah…but your dreams aren’t the reason we haven’t been spending time together.”
“You’re here now, aren’t you?”
“Well…yeah, but-”
“That’s enough for me.”
Eddie sighed softly as he dropped his forehead to rest against mine, closing his eyes for a moment as his grip on my waist tightened slightly.
“Angel-”
“Eddie Munson, you once told me you were the guy for me. Do you still believe that?”
Eddie pulled back slightly so that he could see me fully. His face softened at my question, brows meeting near the center of his forehead in perplexity. His full lips were pursed in somewhat of a pout, and his large eyes were beckoning like two shots of whiskey I wanted to get lost in forever.
“Of course I do.”
“Good. So do I. We made a promise to each other long before we took vows. No matter what life throws at us, we handle it together. Right?”
Eddie’s eyes scanned my face slowly as he nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear delicately.
“Right. Together.”
“Don’t you think we’re doing that?”
Eddie sighed deeply as he peeled himself away, moving to sit back against the cushions as he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap. He picked up my left hand in his, lightly moving my wedding ring back and forth on my finger.
“I just…it won’t always be like this. I swear. This is all…temporary. I know it may not feel that way because it’s been two years of this shit but…I just…I know I promised you more. More than quick phone calls and short visits. More than missed birthdays and holidays and anniversaries and things that are important. I promised you that big family you always wanted-”
“And we have plenty of time for that, Eddie. We have plenty of time for everything.”
Eddie gently squeezed my hand before bringing both of them up to cradle my face. I instantly leaned into his touch, brushing my nose softly against his own.
“I just don’t want you thinking that you’re not the most important fucking thing in my life. Because you are.”
“I know that, Eddie. I’ve always known that.”
“I love you.”
“And I love you. Everything is okay. We are okay. We will always be okay.”
I poured every ounce of adoration I had for Eddie into our kiss as I pressed our lips together. I let my fingers wander through his messy curls as I shuffled closer on his lap, finding comfort in the haven of his chest. Everytime I kissed Eddie was like the first time we kissed all over again. There was the early onset awe and disbelief that this was real and he wanted me, and then there was the hunger that I could never seem to satisfy. Nothing with Eddie was ever quite enough, and I had come to the conclusion that I would yearn for every part of him until my last breath. Eddie pulled away breathlessly, bumping my nose with his as his large hands slipped underneath the hem of my shirt.
“So…what you’re saying is I’m not failing, but I can still sleep with the teacher?”
I watched as Eddie’s kiss bitten lips pulled into a wicked grin, the remorse that once lingered in his eyes now completely engulfed with blazing lust.
“That is exactly what I’m saying, Mr. Munson.”
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Gameological Awards 2023
Game of the Year
Cocoon is a perfect game. There aren’t many of those. It’s a tight four-hour adventure that steadily introduces new ideas and mechanics, explores those ideas, and challenges the player to think critically, then move on to the next new idea. And it does all of this without a single spoken or written word. The language barrier is non-existent. The player is constantly immersed in a series of environmental puzzles that expertly straddle the line between Zelda dungeons and Portal test rooms, with genuinely some of the biggest “NO WAY” moments I’ve experienced in years. Just a marvelous game. Nothing else came close this year to the sheer exuberance in interactive experience as Cocoon.
Multiplayer
Super Mario Bros Wonder did something that had long seemed impossible. It made online multiplayer Super Mario Bros not only sensible, but advantageous over single-player. By turning the other players into “ghosts” like a racing time trial, we no longer had to worry about bumping into one another and ruining our experience of precision platforming. Rather, by observing the other players and allowing them to see us at the same time, we could point out helpful tips and hidden secrets to help one another along. If one player was hurt, other players could go back and revive them. We’d get bonus points for reaching the finish pole at the same time. Finally, 14 years after New Super Mario Bros Wii first tried the multiplayer Mario experience, Super Mario Bros Wonder made it feel truly cooperative rather than combative.
Backlog
Guardians of the Galaxy is better than it has any right to be. Especially considering what a mind-numbing mess of monotony the previous year’s Avengers game was from the same studio at Eidos. Perhaps it was the lowered perceived marketing value of the Guardians over the box-office-topping Avengers brand that reduced corporate oversight and allowed the developers to actually deliver a game that had a compelling narrative with will-written dialogue, varied environments with slick and entertaining combat, and that all-too-essential sense of player agency that makes the audience feel like they’re actually contributing in some small way rather than just watching an incredibly drawn-out movie. Whatever the circumstances, Guardians of the Galaxy came out as a genuinely solid action-adventure game. I played it twice, just to see how my decisions changed the story. AND THEY DID, and I was pleased. Great job.
Didn’t Click
I really want to like Bayonetta Origins: Cereza and the Lost Demon. The watercolor storybook aesthetic is lovely, the dual-character controls seem compelling, and I generally enjoy the world of Bayonetta and love most things Platinum work on. The opening hours of this game just bored the heck out of me. I was constantly getting caught on invisible geometry in the environment and the slow storybook segments inspired me to grab a pillow and blanket more than adventure forward. I’m hoping the rest of the game after the opening hours is far more engaging but I took a break from this title months ago and haven’t been back yet.
Unexpected Joy
Suika Game appeared almost as a meme. My first exposure was on TikTok, as a group of people settled into a ramen restaurant in Japan smaller than your average American studio apartment all looked up from their drinks to observe a television over the bar where, instead of live sports, the news, or the drama du jour, there was a collection of cartoon fruit struggling to merge similarly sized fruits into larger ones, clearing space in their confines. I was instantly charmed. OF COURSE I would rather watch this in a bar or restaurant over literally anything else. Weeks later, videos of the game were slowly infiltrating my feed, with links to blog posts about this game available exclusively on the Japanese Nintendo Switch eShop. Within days, I’d convinced myself to buy Japanese eshop credits through an import retailer and download the two-year-old cult title for approximately two dollars. I showed it to friends. I showed it to co-workers. I told pretty much anybody I could about this impossibly addictive kawaii fruit arcade game. And then, finally, in late October, the game suddenly appeared on international stores, followed days later by an English patch. Everyone could play. Everyone SHOULD play. It’s the definition of joy. Uncomplicated, bright, surprising and, above all else, delightful. And if Baldur’s Gate III can count as a 2023 game after being in Early Access since 2020, then surely the global release of Suika Game counts as a 2023 game after being locked to Japan for one fewer year than that.
Best Mechanic
Crafting my own divination deck in The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood was the single most personally empowering experience I felt in any game this year. It was easy enough to do the “game math” of “well, if I use components with more red crystals then I’ll get more red mana back when I used this card” but I found it far more compelling to read all of the descriptions for every component available and craft a narrative where the locations, characters, and artifacts complimented one another and told stories within themselves. Like the traditional major arcana of the tarot, generating a narrative that made sense in my own mind outside of the game made it all the more intuitive to read the cards’ “meanings” when they were pulled from the deck. It genuinely felt like tiny pieces of my own soul were being spread throughout the deck of cards, that these were unique to me and my own experiences. The deck was personal both to my character and to myself, and that intimate connection made the high fantasy all the more tangible.
Favorite Game Encounter
The Master Sword. It’s a common element in pretty much all the major Zelda games. Getting your hands on it has always been an empowering and inspiring moment of Link’s journey, whichever version of Link this may be. But Tears of the Kingdom makes it special in a way it’s never been before. The moment when Link collects the Master Sword in Tears is not simply a culmination of his many trials, no longer merely a symbol of his accomplishments and various macguffins collected so far in the game. Sure, it’s still those things just like every time before, but this time it’s more. It’s a relationship. It’s a bond. It’s a loved one’s deepest wound, a burden for you to bear on their behalf. It’s the physical embodiment of timeless suffering, of timeless love, of timeless faith. And you picked it up. You struggled, it struggled, but now it’s in your hands, and now you carry the burden. And it doesn’t weigh you down.
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Remember when MediaMolecule made great games? I know a lot of focus over the years has been on their democratization of game design tools, from LittleBigPlanet to their latest title Dreams, but their self-contained adventures like Tearaway are just incredible. MediaMolecule went ahead and dropped their next unbelievably addictive, polished, original standalone game COMPLETELY FOR FREE inside of Dreams this year, and the model train arcade challenge Tren stands tall amongst not only their own titles but possibly even the entire history of Sony-exclusives. The only reason more people aren’t completely obsessed with Tren is that the overall package of Dreams intimidates them, and with Sony shutting it down soon, Tren seems destined to be lost forever. Here’s hoping MediaMolecule release it as a standalone title, and soon.
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His Future Wife (Part 4) - Yandere!Sonny Carisi x reader
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summary: your pregnancy progresses and you eventually give birth to twin Carisi babies… alone
warnings: talk of abortion, rape mention, VERY vivid birthing description/scene
The next day, you and Sonny stood in the bullpen as Sonny announced his new job at the DA’s office, your pregnancy and your engagement.
Fin, Amanda and Kat seemed happy for you, each of them coming up and hugging the two of you. When Kat hugged you, she leaned into your ear and whispered, “but seriously? Carisi? You could do way better,” to which you laughed. If only she knew.
Liv smiled and congratulated both of you, but you didn’t miss the quizzical expression she wore when Sonny broke the news.
“Welcome to the mom’s club! Now you’ll finally be invited to our monthly wine nights,” Amanda teased.
“I never thought you wanted to be a mother, (y/n)?” Kat asked, narrowing her eyes.
“What can I say, Mr. Family Man over here convinced me!” you said with a tight smile.
“Let’s see that ring, huh?” Fin asked, and you showed the ring to your co-workers.
“Impressive, Carisi!” Kat exclaimed, and Sonny laughed. He put a protective arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.
“We’ll certainly miss having you here, Carisi,” Liv said.
“Hopefully I’ll be back, I’ve asked to be SVU’s ADA as soon as they’ll let me. And I’ll disclose to my new boss, of course.”
“Which reminds me (y/l/n), I’ll see you in my office in five and I can give you the paperwork,” Liv explained, giving you a tight smile and a pat on the shoulder.
As Liv left and the rest of the squad dispersed, Sonny leaned close to your ear.
“You know you gotta lie to her, unless you want daddy pulled through the ringer,” Sonny reminded you, and you nodded.
“I know, Sonny. You don’t have to worry about it, I’m not going to risk my family’s reputation.”
—
“Is there something you would like to tell me?” Liv began.
“Uh, I didn’t get an abortion. And I’ve changed my mind about that apartment, I’ll be moving in with Carisi. He still lives close by, just a nicer area. He’s got an extra room for the baby,” you explained, sitting motionless in the chair across from Liv’s desk.
“Is Carisi the father?”
“Yes, he is.”
“When we talked, it really seemed like you didn’t want a baby. Did Carisi do something to change your mind?”
“We talked about it and I decided that I want to keep it,” you stated simply.
“You know, if there’s something going on, you can tell me and—“
“Olivia, I’m fine, alright? In fact, I’m doing great. I’m engaged to the love of my life and I’m going to be a mother. So just be happy for me!” you exclaimed, standing up.
You just hoped that you could repeat those words enough times that you’d believe them.
—
Your pregnancy had been pretty shitty so far. At your first ultrasound with Sonny, you’d found out that you were going to have twins. Needless to say, you both cried at that appointment for different reasons.
You tried to preoccupy yourself by decorating the nursery, which would be big enough until the twins got a bit older. You avoided your parents and siblings, much to their dismay. You didn’t want to have to face them, didn’t want them to know you hadn’t gotten the abortion and were pregnant with twins.
You put the abortion money in an envelope with your dad’s name on it and left it in your parents mailbox to make it look like a re-payment.
Kat was a bit confused, since the two of you had always secretly made fun of Sonny, but she was still happy for you. You made it sound like a drunken hook-up turned partners falling for each other.
You felt sick constantly, and foods you usually liked smelled and tasted sour. You just wanted to rest, but you would rather be at SVU than your newly shared apartment with Sonny. Olivia had also given you a heads up that starting on month five, you would be restricted to desk duty. She was worried, as your pregnancy was high-risk.
Sonny, however, had been an angel. Waiting on you hand and foot no matter how absurd your request was, always getting you food depending on your cravings, spoiling you and showering you with affection.
He was overbearing at times, always stopping you before doing something or eating something to check if it was “okay for the baby.” He also made you take maternity pictures, which you hated doing because you felt huge and exhausted. He constantly quoted things his sisters had said about being pregnant or having babies or being a mother. But you didn’t even want to be a mother on the first place. And here you were, with a man fifteen years your senior, getting ready to have two of his kids.
Though you still hated Sonny for what he had done, sometimes you were so touch-starved that you would let him hold you or give you a kiss. You had to admit, it felt good to have his torso wrapped around you at night. He would lay with his hands on your stomach, whispering things to you about your babies. He often fell asleep in that position and honestly, it was really cute.
You and Sonny had both decided to wait to find out the genders until the babies were born, so you had only brainstormed names. You had two picked out for each gender, and Sonny had insisted on picking Italian names.
It was so obvious how excited Sonny was to be a father compared to you. He forced you to attend Sunday dinners if you weren’t working, insisting that you were part of the family now. You met his niece Mia, who was only four years younger than you, and you immediately hit it off. She was attending Hudson, and you bonded over having attended rival schools.
His mother loved you, and told Sonny how lucky he was every chance she could. Teresa and Gina were a bit critical of you and your age, Gina even making a snide comment that you were after Sonny because of the money he’d be making at the ADA’s office. If only she knew the truth.
But Bella, she was your new best friend. The first time she met you, she brought you into a great big hug and gave you a box full of baby clothes and toys that her daughter had grown out of.
She was only ten years older than you at 35, but she constantly reassured you that you were in the right place for your age.
“Lemme tell ‘ya, I waited around for Tommy for ten years. I mean, he’s the love of my life, but it fuckin’ sucks to be pregnant when you’re older. My body didn’t bounce back like yours will,” she sighed, shaking her head.
You loved Sonny’s family, they were sweet for the most part and welcomed you into their tight-knit family like you were one of their own.
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When you reached seven and a half months, the doctor ordered you to be put on bedrest. You had nothing better to do so you were able to work on some cases remotely, but for some reason, Sonny didn’t trust you to be home alone. He was too worried you’d run.
Once you officially started bedrest, Sonny began locking you in the apartment from the outside and taking your key. You could only upload case files to SVU’s drive, as Sonny had taken your phone and disabled texting and emailing features on your computer. You were pissed, but too pregnant and immobile to fight.
One day, about eight months into your pregnancy, Sonny had gone into work to deal with a stubborn witness who refused to testify for a trial that had already started. You had been working on a file for one of your old cases when suddenly, a gush of liquid burst out from your vagina.
You held your stomach in fear, protective of the babies that you hadn’t yet given birth to. You realized, this was it. You were about to give birth.
You pounded on the door for help, trying to break it down unsuccessfully. Most of your neighbors were probably at work. Great. Sonny wouldn’t be home for another few hours.
“Ahhh, ouch!” You winced, holding yourself up by the kitchen counter. You wished there was a phone or something, anything that could connect you to the outside world.
You began filling up the bathtub with water, coming to a rapid realization that you were going to have to give birth to these babies inside your apartment.
“AGHHH SHIT!” you screamed, keeling over as much as your belly allowed. You stripped down to your bare skin and climbed into the tub, breathing heavily and crying.
You pushed for an hour, maybe two, intermittently as the contractions hit. Blood and fluids leaked out occasionally as you swore hell upon Sonny’s name. First he rapes you, then he doesn’t even have to put up with you giving birth? Just the thought of it made you incredibly angry.
You screamed even louder, watching as your first baby’s head popped out. You sobbed, attempting to push harder and pull them out of you.
When the baby finally came out, you sighed in relief. You glanced down and realized she was a girl, your little Serafina. Your fiery daughter, a fighter, named after Sonny’s mother. Sonny’s mother had taken you in like her own daughter, and it just felt right.
You brought Sera up to your chest as she wiggled around, eyes closed. Her tiny hand wrapped around your finger as your tears plopped on her head gently. She was on the small side, of course as a preemie. But she looked healthy, and you had faith that she would be okay.
You felt like you were outside of your body, not giving birth to two children alone in a bathtub. You told yourself that you just had one more, one baby left to bring into this world. And then, you would be done. You would certainly never have any more kids, not ever. You’d rather chop Sonny’s dick off than let him near you again.
You resumed pushing and screaming, but was suddenly interrupted when you heard a loud knock on the door.
“NYPD, OPEN UP!”
It wasn’t anyone from the squad, but you couldn’t open the door. You just had to keep pushing, as your second baby was fighting their way out.
A second later, you heard the door get knocked in and heavy footsteps pounded towards the bathroom door. Sera rested above your breast, squirming around as you attempted to birth your second child.
“AGHH!” you screamed, weaker than the first few times. You were losing your fight, and your bones became weak. You tried not to focus on all the blood that was in the tub.
“She’s in here!” a masculine voice yelled, and suddenly the door swung open. There stood three NYPD officers, two men and a woman, with wide eyes.
“Please there’s— I-I’m having another one,” you sobbed as another cop, a sympathetic looking woman in her fifties, knelt down next to you. Her haircut was similar to Olivia’s, which made you sad. If Olivia was here, she would help you.
You clutched Serafina closer to your chest, worried one of the cops would try to take her.
“Olivia please c-call Sonny at the DA’s office. Call SVU too, I’m NYPD,” you said to the other man.
“We need a bus!” the Olivia-looking woman yelled.
“On it’s way!” one of the men shouted back.
“I’m here, okay. Don’t worry, I’m here to help you,” she said.
You gripped the sides of the tub for dear life, screaming as you pushed out the second baby.
The woman tried to lean over and retrieve the baby, but you reached down and pulled them out on your own. Bringing the new baby to your chest, you realized it was also a girl.
“Valentina, my strong baby. Valentina Carisi,” you sobbed, holding both of your newborn daughters to your chest as you sobbed, body filled with pain.
All of a sudden, everything went black.
—
“A neighbor called it in, said he heard banging coming from the inside of the front door and loud screaming,” Liv explained, entering the elevator with Sonny and Kat trailing behind her.
Sonny knew how this looked. His wife, an SVU cop, trapped in their apartment and forced to give birth. He felt so much guilt that he was almost blinded by it. He couldn’t imagine you there, alone with two babies. He would’ve checked his nanny cam app, but he’d been in court the entire afternoon.
“Any idea why she didn’t call 911, Carisi?” Kat asked pointedly.
“Look, I’m sure her phone prolly died. It’s been actin’ up lately,” he sighed.
“Oh, and that would explain how she ended up locked into your apartment?”
“She gets night terrors, okay? She’ll get up and sleep walk, almost walked out onto the street once. I lock it from the inside so she can’t open it in the middle of the night. Sometimes it gets locked by accident before I leave,” Sonny explained, rolling his eyes.
He was so fucking tired of Officer Tamin, but she did bring up some points that were hard to defend. She just didn’t understand the way your relationship worked, that was all.
—
When he reached the hospital with Liv and Kat, Sonny took off running.
“Where is she?” He yelled at the nurses, giving them your first and last name.
“Upstairs in room 213, down the hallway to your right,” the nurse explained, but Sonny had already taken off running.
He reached the door swinging it open and pausing in the doorway. There you lay, looking pale and exhausted but healthy, with two swaddled babies in your arms.
“Sonny, meet Serafina and Valentina Carisi. Your daughters,” you said, giving him a small smile. You might’ve been pissed at him, but you couldn’t deny how adorable it was that Sonny was now crying silent tears, looking at his daughters as if he might break them.
“This one’s Serafina, she’s older by about ten minutes. She has a little freckle on her cheek, right here,” you pointed out as Sonny gently picked her up out of your arms.
“And this is Valentina, the younger one. She’s got a little birthmark on her arm,” you pointed out.
“Doll, I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am—“
“Save it, Dominick. It’s over.”
“No, I… here,” he began, pulling a chair up next to you with his free hand.
“The first time I met you, I knew you were the one. It’s cheesy, but I will never forget leaning over and catching sight of you sizin’ up me and Rollins,” he laughed, and you joined in with a weak laugh.
“I have never met anyone else like you. You’re brave, smart, kind, motivated and strong. I’m so lucky you’re my fiancée and the mother of my daughters. I love you. I’m so sorry you had to do this all on your own,” Sonny explained, sniffling a bit.
“The doctors said I lost a lot of blood. They said something was wrong with my blood pressure or something and I might not be able to have kids again,” you explained.
Sonny stared at you with a worried expression, then handed Serafina back to you. You watched as he took off his shoes and climbed into your hospital bed, nudging you over.
“You do realize they’ll probably yell at you, right?” you explained as Sonny reached for Valentina.
“They can yell at me if they wanna,” he shrugged.
“And you do realize that babies poop and vomit, right? All over that expensive three-piece suit of yours,” you laughed.
“My fiancée just gave birth to healthy, beautiful twins. I think baby shit on my suit is the last thing on my mind,” he promised, wrapping his arm around you and bringing you and Serafina closer to his chest, next to where he cradled Valentina.
“Thank you for puttin’ me on the birth certificates,” Sonny whispered.
“You are their father, nothing changes that.”
“But still, ‘ya coulda kept me off and ‘ya didn’t, so thank you.”
chapter 5 linked here
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You’re so far away, how am I supposed to love you?
pairing: John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x gn!reader
warnings: none, other than my attempt at angst agaib
a/n: if this is bad let me know and i’m deleting it haha jk… or am i?
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The struggle of being separated is a burden not many carry. Those that do carry it, hold the weight of their world on their shoulders. Both you and John hold that weight. When you’re together, it’s amazing. It’s the best, easiest, most loving relationship ever. And yet, when he’s away on missions, it’s like your hearts are being ripped apart.
John means the world to you. He really does. But, with him constantly being gone, you’re constantly lonely. He promises to send messages when he can, but the field is so busy and you don’t want him to become distracted. You knew what you were signing up for getting involved with him.
When you first met, he told you what it meant to be with him. The empty house, the late night calls (if he can even get a call), and the hardships it would bring. You thought you were strong enough to overcome it. After so long, being alone starts to take a toll on a relationship.
Sitting at a table for one, you’re a few drinks deep. This bar knew you well, considering it’s where your boyfriend and you frequent when he’s home. Just thinking about him brings tears to your eyes, missing him with every fiber of your being. Multiple men have tried to chat you up while you’re mopping, but you just flash your promise ring at them and they thankfully understand what’s happening. You’re not looking for a quick fix, you just want your Johnny back home with you.
Speaking of home, you get up from the table after paying your bill. Looks like you’re taking yourself home again, not like it’s any different than any other month. Once you take a step through the threshold of your shared (is it really shared if he’s rarely here?) home, you stop to take a breath. You decide to get ready for bed considering you still have work the next morning. Staring at his side of the bed, you reluctantly drag yourself to your side. Setting your alarm, sleep comes easily enough.
You wake up at 2am. You had gone to bed just a few hours earlier, so the confusion on your face is evident until you notice why you woke up. Your phone is buzzing on the nightstand, with Johnny’s face lighting up the screen. You let out a sigh as tears prick your eyes before you turn over and try to fall back asleep. Eventually, the buzzing stops and you fade back to unconsciousness.
Waking up to your alarm this time, you roll over to turn it off. You check your phone and see three missed calls from Johnny. You try to call him, but are sent to voicemail.
Your sleep ridden voice is rough as you speak, “Hey, Johnny. I’m sorry I didn’t answer, I didn’t hear my phone. Listen, I’m late to get to work.”
Tears slowly fill your eyes as you lie to him. You realize the time has disappeared as you decide to hell with it, you’ll fill him in on something he missed.
“My best friend just got engaged. I think I…” taking a deep breath, you continue with the voicemail, “I think I need to make a change. It’s hard to wait now. It’s so hard being lonely, Johnny.” A hiccuped sob is heard before you’re apologizing, and hanging up the phone. Who knew it would be this hard?
When Johnny heard the voicemail, he felt his heart crumble. He knew this would happen, it’s why he never had a solid relationship with anyone. The creeping fear that you would leave him has captured his heart and mind, and now he’s panicking. Staring at his phone, he sees your face looking back at him. And he swears he hears your voice say, “Don’t worry, you won’t be lonely, Johnny!”
Looking away from his phone, he presses his cheek against the glass. All he can do is hope that you two will be good, at least until he gets back. Once he’s back, he’ll be able to fix things. Closing his eyes, he can almost imagine that he’s with you. You’re cleaning up the house while he’s cooking. The smell of warm food and the sound of your beautiful laughter almost lulls him to sleep before a hand on his shoulder is jerking him awake.
Simon is nodding to him, as his rough voice is heard.
“We’re about to land, Johnny.”
He doesn’t know, but you have been doing the same thing. Closing your eyes and imagining you’re back with him. Walking the small shopping centers, playing in snow, pushing him into a leaf pile. Anything where you two can be together, you’re imagining it. Opening your eyes, you are forced back to the reality of the situation; Johnny in some country and you at your job.
Sending him a text, you put his notifications on Do Not Disturb. It hurts too much to get any news from him during the day. Johnny doesn’t receive your text until long after it was sent. When he reads it, he almost falls to his knees. It’s the same thing he had been starting to think, but he would never have burdened you with it.
The simple, “Why won’t you love me?” stands out against the other texts. The ground disappears from under him, as he locks his phone to stare at your photo again. This time, he’s hearing you crying, asking him that question.
Switching your phone to airplane mode, you know that he’s probably read it by now. Sniffling at the thought, you try to go about your day. A couple of your coworkers noticed your puffy eyes, and you told them the short version of the story.
After your shift, you’re taking your phone off of airplane mode, thankful you don’t have any messages from anyone. You just want to go home, and sleep, hopefully for five years.
Entering your quiet house, you just drop all your items on the threshold. Feeling the weight of your predicament, your shoulders feel insanely tight. Rolling out your neck, you head right for the bedroom.
Waking up from your sleep, your phone is buzzing again. Turning over, you reach for it blindly, seeing the time is 2 in the morning again. It’s a response from Johnny.
‘It seems we’re together, all alone tonight.’
The bubble didn’t go away, indicating another text from him is supposed to be coming through.
‘I’m so helpless from this side, my love. Everyday, you feel a little bit further away. I’m sorry.’
Tears forming, you feel an ache in your chest. You’ve felt this before, it’s the ache of loneliness. Not responding, you set your phone back down and turn away from it. Hearing another ding from his message, you check it quickly.
‘I’m coming home. Mission is over. We can talk this out. I love you.’
Responding, you answer him with another question.
‘Why do we keep holding onto each other? Why? I don’t know if I can handle it anymore, Johnny. Are we just wasting time? I haven’t seen your face in ages, Johnny.’
He responds quickly this time.
‘I don’t know, my girl. Stupidity, love, whatever the reason, I will always love you. Everyday it gets harder to stay away from you. Just know and remember that.’
‘I love you too, John MacTavish.’
With that, you fall back asleep. And Johnny is awake on the other side of the world, with the pain of you sleeping alone.
This is as good as it’s going to get.
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Oh Baby
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The drive from the trailer park to Joyce’s home doesn’t take very long. But the pounding of your nervous heart and the thousands of thoughts racing through your mind make it feel longer. You nervously tapped your fingers on the center console, your eyes trying to focus on the surroundings outside the van window.
You were brought back to reality when you felt Eddie’s ringed hand grasp yours, putting a stop to the tapping. Looking back towards your boyfriend, your eyes meet his larger brown ones.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, eyes moving back to focus on the road ahead.
You nod. “Mhm.”
“It’s just, the tapping was clearly-“
“I’m okay.”
“Alright.”
It’s quiet again. Normally music would be loud and clear through the old beat up speakers, but you both silently agreed it would be better without it for the drive.
You feel bad about your tone. Lately you felt that your emotions were all over the place. He was just as nervous, if not more than you.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.” Your voice was quiet.
You look over to him and watch as he brings your joined hands to his lips, giving yours a kiss.
“It’s okay,” he replies. “I think we’re both kinda-“
“Nervous?”
“Well I was going to say fucking terrified but yeah, nervous would be a good way to describe it.” He chuckles.
You let out a small snort. “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one.”
“You sure you want to do this today?” He asks, giving your hand a small squeeze. “Because if you don’t want to we can just-“
“No,” you shake your head, your h/c curls falling over your shoulders. “No, we need to. We agreed now would be the best time.”
A little over a week ago, you finally managed to get a doctor’s appointment to confirm your suspicions. You were pregnant. Great.
You were scared. You both were. It obviously wasn’t planned and it didn’t take long for you both to realize where the error was made. Almost six weeks ago after one of his Corroded coffin gigs, in the back of the van.
You had spent this week either crying with nerves or radiating with positivity that it would all work out fine, but mostly crying. Eddie seemed to be taking it pretty well, being the most positive. That’s what took you by surprise, at how well he seemed to be handling it. You were barely holding it together.
You both had graduated and were trying to go from there. You had moved out of the cabin and moved into the trailer with Eddie and his uncle. The plan so far was to save up for an apartment in town where Eddie was eyeing a job at the local record store. But now what would happen? This put a hard stop to your plans, for now.
Once the idea of growing a little family had sunk in, it now came down to telling your friends and family. Starting with your dad. If anyone was going to lose their shit, it would be him. Joyce would just be supportive, you had the feeling.
After discussing it constantly, you both made the decision to tell them at the next family dinner, which was now.
The van pulled into the Byers’ drive way. The two of you slowly unbuckled the seatbelts and shared a look before exiting the car. Eddie waited as you walked around and held out his hand for yours, giving you a small encouraging smile.
“It’ll be okay, sweetheart.” He says reassuringly. “If you change your mind, just let me know. We don’t have to do this today.”
You just nod before knocking at the door. Joyce had repeatedly told you that there was no reason to knock but it just felt strange for you to walk in.
When the door opens, you’re met with Joyce. “Y/n! What did I tell you about knocking?”
“Hi Joyce,” you smile sweetly. “I know but it’s not my house so…”
She rolls her eyes before gesturing for you both to enter. “Hi Eddie!”
“Hi Mrs. Byers. How’s it been?”
“It’s been great. Oh, y/n your father keeps asking about that apartment complex you two were looking at and I can’t remember the name.”
You feel your smile fall when you think about your plans to move, not sure of it would still actually happen. But before you can respond, Eddie takes over.
“The Hawthorne,” He answers for you. “But we’re still just thinking about it.”
Before she could respond, your father reveals himself from the kitchen, beer in hand.
“Hey, kid.” He smiles moving in for a hug.
Jim had lost a lot of weight during his time in Russia but managed to put more back on, his hair and facial hair returning. He looked a lot better, like his old self.
“Hey dad,” you can’t help but feel uncomfortably awkward as you return the hug. Eddie can see this and tries to clear his throat, alerting Jim that he’s still around.
“Munson,” he notices and lets you go. He moves to stand in front of your boyfriend, an old intimidation tactic. “You get that heater fixed? It’s starting to get cold out and it’s only going to get-”
“Working on it, chief.” he replies.
“And that leak-“
“We have the plumber coming by on Monday.” You answer.
Jim wasn’t too thrilled when you told him about moving out, he refused to even have that conversation with you. But after a few days he finally came to terms on how you were already becoming an adult. He had let you experience these decisions on your own. You could only imagine what his reaction would be like when you told him the news.
“Well let’s quit interrogating the two and start dinner. Everyone is already here.” Joyce interrupts Jim’s interrogation and leads them to the dining room where most of your family is present.
El, Mike, Jonathan, Will, Nancy, Steve, Robin, Dustin, Lucas and Max are crammed at the table. Pretty much your monster slaying family. You aren’t even sure how you will all fit, but some how you do.
Dinner goes well, El is telling you all about her time at Hawkins high with Mike, they had invited her to Hellfire which Eddie approved. Dustin and Lucas are bickering back and forth over nonsense. Jonathan and Nancy seem to still be getting along still.
Throughout the night you can’t help but feel tense and anxious. You can tell Eddie is too, but he does a good job at hiding it better than you do. It wasn’t even halfway through the dinner and you had managed to drop your fork to the plate three times, apologizing each time. Your hands felt shaky so you would leave them in your lap. Eddie had his arm placed around your chair, asking if you’re okay. You just nodded.
Jim notices the odd behavior, at first he tries to tell himself it’s nothing but he knows better.
After dinner, when the chattering is more noticeable, he gestures for you to follow him out of the room. You follow your father until he leads you out and to the front porch. He gently shuts the door behind him before turning towards you.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” He asks, casually leaning against the house. “Or do I gotta pull the idiot out here too and do the whole interrogation thing?”
“Its nothing, dad. Really,” you say, unable to look him in the eyes.
“Nothing, huh? Y/n you dropped your fork three times and your jittery as hell. Did you two have an argument before you got here? Is he hitting you?”
“No, Eddie is not hitting me!” You watch as you raise your voice, not wanting to cause a scene.
It’s quiet for a few seconds before you sigh and scrunch your face up. “I’m pregnant.”
You watch his face goes from scrunched up anger to surprised. “Oh,”
“I know, your disappointed. We didn’t plan on it, it was an accident. But we’ve talked about it and we both agree that we want this. I know you don’t like Eddie, but he’s really, really good to me. I think he’s going to make a great dad. And-“
“Y/n,” Jim tries to interrupt but you cut him off.
“That’s why I’m such a mess, dad. I was waiting for the perfect time to tell you, but then I kept getting so nervous with everyone else there. But I wasn’t going to keep this from you I swear!”
You finally stop and look to Jim, who strangely doesn’t look mad. Instead, he looks almost like he’s tearing up. Slowly, he moves forward like he’s trying to coax a scared animal and wraps you in a hug.
You rest your head against his chest and wrap your arms around him. You can’t remember the last time you embraced him like this, except when he returned from Russia.
“I’m not disappointed in you, kid. I’m not super thrilled, but I could never be mad at you. These past couple of weeks you’ve made a lot of adult choices and you’ve been handling it all really well. I guess this is just another decision I’ll have to watch you handle.”
You smile, holding in your tears. You feel the weight of the secret being lifted from your chest. Pulling away, you look up at your father. “Thank you. Could you do me a favor and please don’t no give Eddie any shit. It’s just as much my fault.”
“Oh I’m going to murder that kid.” He chuckles, keeping an arm around your shoulders. You can’t but laugh with him. “No, but seriously, I am going to have serious conversation with him.”
Before you could argue back, the sound of the door opening catches both of your attentions. Joyce peeks her head out.
“Everything okay out here?” She asks carefully.
“Yeah, we’re good.” You respond, looking back to your dad who shares a look with you. Asking as if it’s okay to give her the news. You just smile in which he lets go raises both arms in the air excitedly.
“I’m gonna be a grandpa!” You’ve never seen him so excited before.
As Joyce’s eyes began to tear up, she pulled you in for a hug. You could hear the everyone inside start to shout.
“Whose going to be a grandpa?!”
“Wait- wait! Whose pregnant?”
“I’m too young to be an uncle!”
Yeah, this was going to be exciting.
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This one has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Hope you enjoy it!
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader fluff#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x hopper!reader#stranger things eddie#stranger things 4
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snake primary + bird secondary (badger model?)
It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, I’m excited to get back into it!
I thought I’d start with a little bit of backstory: my father is a double badger, and my mother is a snake badger with a bird secondary model. Therefore, I think it is fair to say that family and community have always been important in my family. I, too, tend to want to help people whenever I can, feeling the most useful when I can be helpful towards others. However, I want to help people, not entire groups. Even in my friend group, it is more about my personal link with each of my friends than with the group as a whole.
Even when I was a kid, I didn’t really care about the “class” or the big group, I only wanted to have a few friends. As long as I had one friend in my class, I didn’t care who else was in it.
Well, so far so Snake. Are you worried about getting a false positive because your parents also have Loyalist primaries?
As a kid, my biggest fantasy was that my best friend and I would stay friends forever. We would move into an apartment together when we’d be older, and our boyfriends would also be friends so we could hang out together all the time.
I also remember how completely devastated and betrayed I felt when that same best friend moved away a town away just before high school. She had to change schools and she made new friends. She became closer to them, and I felt her distancing herself slowly from me. I tried everything I could to keep the friendship going: I sent her emails or text messages almost every day and was constantly asking her if she was available to hang out with me. Looking back, I knew she had moved on already with her new friends, and she didn’t want to tell me because she didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but I just couldn’t accept it back then. Until she stopped talking to me and was only answering my messages when she thought I had something important to tell her. It was the ultimate betrayal to me. I stopped trying to contact her, and I realized that she made no efforts to contact me, even if had been a while she hadn’t heard from me. I never talked to her again, and I’ve never looked back.
Loyalty has always been THE most important thing to me. My biggest fear is being abandoned by the people that I love and care about.
So far, this all absolutely sounds like a young Snake. The one friend, and not being able to understand that your friend doesn’t have the same kind of pinpoint-loyalty-as-morality than you do.
Consequently, I am deeply scared of hurting or disappointing them. I would never do anything to intentionally hurt or disappoint someone that I love and care about.
Hmmm. Talking about fear as a motivator is usually a sign of some burning somewhere. I’ll keep an eye on that.
Also, I do have a way to “classify” people (family, friends, best friends, acquaintances, etc.), and those who I don’t consider being a part of my inner circle don’t really matter to me. I will be nice and kind to them, but I don’t really care about them. And that extends to family members as well. There are some people in my family that I wouldn’t mind never seeing again, because I just don’t like them. I am nice when I do see them because I know they matter to my father (who is part of my inner circle). I also wouldn’t wish anything bad upon them, and if something bad would happen to them, I would empathize with them and feel bad for them, but not to the point of caring and wanting to help.
The classic Snake “inner circle” model. So far you’ve been kind of word-perfect describing textbook Snake. I’m wondering where the disconnect is for you.
My father, on the other hand, really cares about them no matter how mean to us they can be, which I just can’t wrap my head around.
Well, you did say he was a Double Badger.
I also tend to drop everything when someone I care about needs me. I remember not too long ago, I had plans to spend the evening with my boyfriend, but my friend called me. She asked me if I could stay the night at her place, since she was alone and she was going through a rough time. I was really conflicted about seeing her the next day instead or cancelling my plans with my boyfriend to go spend the night with her to make sure she was okay. They were both people who I consider to be part of my inner circle, and I didn’t want to upset any of them. But what really made me tip for cancelling my plans with my boyfriend is the fact that we could always reschedule and have a great time the next day. But my friend needed me right now. I will always do everything in my power to help someone I care about.
Even if my parents are both people-oriented, they have always insisted about the importance of academic success. They wanted me to be studious, to get good grades and to work hard…which I did. Even now that I’m in university, I still study as much as I can and sometimes even spend nights cramming for an assignment or an exam. I like feeling that my work is appreciated, both academically and professionally. But I don’t like doing the work. I’m a great procrastinator, and a fervent believer of “work smarter, not harder”. I like when I can find a short-cut to a task.]
Well, that sounds like a pretty textbook Bird secondary.
I also have a problem with rules that don’t make sense to me.
I would hope so! :)
I need to understand the reasoning behind the rule before I can follow it. Otherwise, I will continue to do it my way, because at least it makes sense to me. If I get caught rule-breaking, I will explain my reasoning and keep my ground until I receive an explanation for said rule.
That’s also very bird flavored. That’s not social-engineering your way around the problem *or* just trying to stubborn it out. That’s the Bird secondary ‘I just need to explain it in exactly the right way, then they’ll get it.
But I never do it in a confrontational manner because I hate confrontations. I also hate lying. I’ll do it when necessary, but as a last resort only.
My guess is that you’re probably more comfortable in single-player Bird when it comes to problem solving.
I do know that I am a planner. I enjoy sitting down and planning my day or my week, making to-do lists and spreadsheets to help me organize all the important stuff. I also tend to make plan Bs and plan Cs, and sometime even plan Ds for situations, just to make sure that I know what to do if something goes wrong. And I do become anxious and panic when my plans fail, before I can focus again on what knowledge, tools, and skills I have at my disposition to make a new plan. I hate situations where you have to improvise everything: it makes me deeply uncomfortable. I need guidelines to at least have a general idea of where I’m going.
Just, couldn’t be more Bird secondary sounding if you tried.
In my friend group, I’m the one who will always make sure we have everything we need before leaving for an activity or a trip. I make a list of everything we need, and I check it as we pack. I’m also the one who will have a bunch of stuff in my bag, just in case my friend would need a plaster or some lipstick.
You’re like Batman. Always prepared.
I like to remember little details about my loved ones (favorite song, favorite movie, favorite tv show, favorite meal, etc.) and use those to make personalized gifts or to plan surprises for them.
Bird secondaries love their data, and Snake primaries like doing special things for their people. You sound lovely.
I do act differently depending on the situation or the people I am with, but I don’t see this as “acting” or wearing a mask, because none of it is fake. It is just different sides of me. For example, I’ll act differently at work than when I’m with my family or my friends, but it is still always me, no pretending involved. I also like to match other people’s energy, as long as it fits with who I am.
This is interesting, because just this bit is sounding a lot more Badger. You’ve clearly read a lot of my stuff, and are using the sort of language I like to use while writing my sortings (which honestly a point for Bird.) A Bird’s personas are all absolutely sides of themself - the main difference is that because they don’t shift between them as often as a Snake or Badger does. A Badger or Snake will shift multiple times in a conversation, this is usually what they mean by ‘matching energy.’ A Bird is also more likely to match a face to the situation, not the person - so when you say you have ‘a face for work,’ that is what I think of.
Sometimes Birds will feel themselves “suck” in one face or another. and that feels unpleasant, because their people aren’t seeing the whole, just seeing a part. It doesn’t seem like you’ve ever experienced that, but that is a Bird thing. So what do you think? Does the way an Actor Bird wears personas sound like you, or do you maybe model Badger secondary?
When I have to make a tough decision, I will focus first on what I want and need, but I will also consult with people that are close to me (again with that notion of inner circle), just to make sure that my decision won’t impact them negatively.
Sounds like a Snake primary to me.
However, when I have a problem to solve, I will rely on my own skills and knowledge to find a solution. If I know someone who has a skill or a particular knowledge that could help me
“I know a guy” Bird.
I might ask for their help, but it is not guaranteed, as I might still prefer to find a solution on my own. I find it hard to ask for help. I like to look at the bigger picture, and make sure I have enough information before doing anything.
I am a very curious person, with various interests. I love researching and learning more about those interests. I also like to learn new things, but not necessarily with the intent of using them eventually. I don’t need a reason to learn or read about something, other than being curious about it. I tend to memorize random facts about stuff that interest me even if I’ll never use them again, just for the fun of it.
Sounds like your classic Collection Bird.
I want to thank you for taking the time to read and to analyze this. Hopefully It wasn’t too boring or confusing! I absolutely enjoy reading your posts and I love the consideration you put into each sorting.
I thought yours was very well organized, and pretty darn straightforward.
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