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cordeliawhohung · 5 months

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HIIIII I love your Mafia!Price Drabble and headcannons I was wondering if you have any ideas that involve Mr. John Price proposing to his gal or even mentioning having a wee baby :3

hi! thank you so much! i hope i'm understanding your ask correctly in that this is mafia!price you're wanting, so that's what i'm going to write on but if you were wanting captain price instead let me know and i can do another bit <3 i have too many thoughts in this pea sized brain anyway lmao also i decided to give you both the proposal and baby talk <3 (but the baby talk gets smutty cuz i'm feral)

warnings: fem!reader, mafia!price, head cannons mixed with drabbles, fluff and nsfw content, smut, mentions of pregnancy, mentions canon typical violence, hope i didn't miss anything (:

you can find more mafia!price in my masterlist <3

Proposing

The thing about Mr. John Price, is that he can get you anything in the world. He's sent you to lavish destinations for holidays, gotten you gifts that seem too expensive for a simple boyfriend to want to gift their partner; there wasn't a rock in the world he would refuse to move for you. So when he decided he wanted to make you his, to make his sweet girlfriend his wife, he finds himself stumped as to what to do in order to really make it stand out from everything else he's already done.

First, there's the ring. He had actually managed to obtain your ring size a few months into seeing one another. A dazzling necklace in a local jewelry store had managed to catch your attention, and he insisted that you go inside to check it out for yourself. While you were there, a ring that you claimed to be similar to your grandmothers had caught your attention, and the jeweler had taken it out for you to look at. You tried to put it on your middle finger, only for it to be too small, so you moved it over to the ring finger instead. It was beautiful, and in a style you kept gushing about. John snuck a glance at the tag, reading and memorizing the size and storing the information in the back of his mind. In the meantime, he bought you the necklace, of course. He ended up going to the same store in order to purchase the ring he wanted to propose to you with.

Then there's the location. Every idea that popped into his head didn't feel right. He was worried about trying too hard, about it feeling unnatural if he planned every single detail out, and yet feared that if he didn't plan enough it wouldn't be special enough. He was always a detail oriented man, and yet he felt as if he would drown in them.

So he lugged the ring around with him for months. Always hidden in his pocket, just out of sight, and yet he could feel it weighing heavier and heavier every day. His worry is something that you can pick up on. You feel it when you rub his shoulders in his office and attempt to melt away the knots in his muscles with your thumbs, you see it in the way he rubs his chin and stares off into space during meals.

John has always been honest with you, and so he made you very much aware of what he does for work before even attempting to pursue a relationship with you. And though he refuses to tell you any specifics in an attempt to keep you safe, you hear some of his men whispering about issues settling disputes with another syndicate. Fearing his stress comes from work, you insist on getting him out of the house. Though he suggests eating at the Greek place you enjoy in the city, or even spending the evening drinking away at one of his clubs (which is just a place for him to hide his tax fraud and money laundering "business"), you insist that you just want to go for a walk. And well, who is he to say no?

Darkness settled over the beach by the time you and John set foot on the shore, but the lights of the city emitted a golden glow that illuminated your face and had you looking as beautiful as ever. Salty water threatened to kiss your feet as you strolled along, and you felt John squeeze your hand while the two of you talked about anything that came to mind.

It was a sand dollar shell that caught your attention. A beautiful, round, and unbroken specimen that you nearly walked right over in the dim light. Fingers slipping out of John's hand, you stopped and bent down to pick it up, ogling over how pristine it was. You held it out, the item small in the palm of your hands as you pointed out each arm on the fossil.

Though you were enamored by the shell, John could only look at you. The way your eyes lit up, how you couldn't help but smile as you told him everything you knew about it, how you always seemed to find joy in even the smallest things. You were radiant, the only light he had in his life. Always smiling, always so kind to him despite how dirty his hands were from work. He didn't have a choice anymore, about being a bad man, but he had a choice when it came to you.

When you pulled away from him to wash the sand dollar off in the water, John found himself falling onto one knee. It was as if he wasn't in control of himself, like his body was telling him the time was right. Cold, damp sand seeped through the fabric of his pants, but he ignored it as he reached into his pocket and pulled out that small, velvet box that had been haunting his clothes for months. Despite all the bad things he had done in his life, he never found himself as nervous as he was in that moment.

Once you were certain all the sand had been washed off of your new possession, you turned around only to drop it to the ground in shock. John Price, the man who headed the most dangerous and effective mafia in the country, the man who always took care of you, who always stood tall and bowed to no one, was on one knee in front of you. The question in his eyes and stance was obvious, and yet you found your hand reaching up to cover your mouth.

"John?" you spoke, as if you were unsure of what he was doing.

He always promised himself he would never make you cry. Would never be the one to cause you any anguish or pain. So when he saw the tears starting to swell in your eyes, he couldn't ignore the way his stomach twisted.

"My whole life I've had whatever I've asked for given to me," he said, thumb brushing over the top of the box, "but I've never wanted something as badly as I want you."

His fingers gently flipped the top of the box open, revealing the dazzling ring you had looked at all that time ago; the one you told him reminded you of your grandmothers ring. A part of you couldn't believe he even remembered that moment, something that had seemed so insignificant at the time.

"I want to cherish you," John continued, "to care for you, to love you. To make you mine. Will you marry me?"

Your answer tumbled out of your mouth faster than you intended it to, nearly cutting the man off before he could fully get the question out.

"Yes!" you nearly sob, your own knees digging into the sand as you throw your arms around your now fiance's neck.

He wraps his arms around you in return, and his chuckle is low and rumbling and deliciously familiar in the way it vibrates through your chest. You can't wait to be able to feel that every single day for the rest of your life.

Baby Talk

Coming from a family born of violence, John was always a little scared to have children, but oh, did he crave being a father. More than that, he craved making you a mother.

But there were these worries that loomed over his head, terrified of dragging his children into the same life he was forced to live. So whenever he did mention children, he only ever sounded half serious.

"This room would make a nice nursery someday." "Maybe we could take our kids here someday, if we have some."

But you saw the look in his eyes. How his gaze lingered on a father playing football with his son in the park, how he chuckled at a young girl lecturing her father about something. Yet he never seriously sat down and talked about kids with you.

So you were the one who ended up really bringing the conversation up. Though, you didn't fully dive into it. Just simple little comments here and there. Ones that were more serious and promising than his own.

"John, look at these! Aren't they just adorable? I can't wait to dress our kids up in stuff like this." "Do you think we'll need a baby monitor? Might be a good idea if we set up a nursery, huh?" "Oh, I love this color. Do you think this would look good on the walls in the nursery?"

Half the time you spoke as if you already had kids or were pregnant, and your words left John's mind spinning. Torn between worry and want, his mind went back and forth between telling himself he shouldn't have kids, and giving into the desire to make you a mother.

And you certainly didn't make it easy on him:

John's cock always knew how to reach the deepest parts of you that turned your brain into nothing but mush. Legs thrown over his arms, he thrusted into you with such force he drew breathless moans from your mouth. His lips brushed against the side of your neck, breath hot and heavy against your skin as he grunted in effort.

Your hands pawed at his back, fingers digging into the rich muscle that covered his shoulder blades and neck. Sweat beaded in the dip of your throat just from the sheer intensity of it all; that burning feeling in your stomach, the tense muscles that shivered all throughout your body, and especially the words he grunted into your skin.

"So goddamn beautiful. Just can't get enough of you," he said, punctuating every word or so with a sharp snap of his hips that left you mewling.

When he was on the brink of his orgasm you could feel the neediness of his thrusts - the strained breaths against your ear - and you felt your cunt clench around him at the thought of him finishing inside of you. Before you knew it, your hands carefully danced across his skin until your palms enveloped his cheeks. You gently moved his head away from your neck, forcing him to look at you as he continued to push himself closer to the edge.

"I wanna give you a baby," you said breathlessly.

Never before had you seen your husband freeze so suddenly. His movements ceased as he buried himself so deep inside of you, you swore he was nudging against your cervix. The sensation ripped a tight moan out of your throat, but it didn't stop you from expressing your wants.

"Please, John, I want it so bad. Wanna be a mum so bad, wanna have your kid," you said, nearly begging. As you continued, you pulled him down until you were close enough to kiss him between words. "Please, let me do this for you, baby, I- fuck!"

John's thrusts continued with little warning, and they were just as passionate as they had been before, if not more. His lips silenced you as he smothered you with a kiss, and he ate up your moans like it was the only sustenance he would ever need.

"Yeah? Fuck darling, you don't know what you do to me," he muttered, voice strained with effort.

As he continued to pound into you, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room, all John could think about was you. You with a swollen stomach and breasts. He could imagine your giggle when you first feel your child kick, or laying in bed together rubbing your back when it ached too much. The thought of it all had him moving with a new sense of vigor, hellbent on filling you until there was no doubt at all that he'd make you a mother.

After all, whenever his wife wanted something, he would move heaven and earth to give it to her.

so i have a confession to make - in this previous mafia!price piece i wrote, i really wanted to put in wife!reader begging price to let her have his kid to thank him for all he does for her, but i wasn't sure if that was too feral so i left it out. but then i put it in here instead and, well yeah. anyway i hope you all have an amazing day, and merry christmas if you celebrate! <3

#captain price x reader #price x reader #cod smut #captain price smut #john price smut

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ransprang · 5 months

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Can I request headcanons for bg3 (basically the whole party) for the holiday seasons? (Fem aligned pronouns) Where reader was isekai'd from our world and she asks the party about holidays and is kind of bummed out theres nothing really similar to Christmas since its one of her favorite holidays. So When it gets cold out reader buys everyone a gift and wraps it with birch bark to surprise everyone? If you dont want to do the holiday thing maybe just reader who gets Isekai'd and has zero idea what to do and is really scared of everything because she has no idea whats going on?

hii thank you for the request, and have a happy holiday season!

BG3 x Christmas HCs

Astarion

looks at his Christmas gift “what in the hells is that?” “Is it poisonous or does it explode?” He just can’t fathom you’re just giving him a present. No ones ever been kind to him let alone share festive gifts. Eventually he will show up at your door naked “Is this a ‘Christmas’ enough present for you?”

He can’t stop laughing when you convince the rest of the camp to wear Christmas hats, “Clowns.” He calls them. You have to nudge him hard for him to stop ruining the festive spirit.

⁠”Is this Santa of yours a vampire? I mean..if he only comes out at night and punishes the naughty ones,” he gives you a smirk

Withers

"Ah the annual rite of gift-giving on the solstice. I do not value such material possessions but the sentiment is not lost on me." He will accept your gift but you will never see him use it.

Will show up at camp wearing a small Santa hat on his bald head. Will not answer any questions about it.

Sometimes you think if you hear him humming jingle bells but you can never make out the words because it's in some archaic dead language.

Laezel

touched your present with a stick “What is that? Are you trying to kill me?” She has a disgusted expression. Why would you spend your time getting her a gift instead of finding a solution for the parasite?

After a while of convincing, she’s ready to open it. She has a soft smile and doesn’t let it show that it actually made her warm even for a second.

After you sit her down and tell her the Christmas lore she rolls her eyes “Your kind disappoints me.” You tell her about the magic of Christmas as she smirks condescendingly “Whatever go do your thing, I’ll watch.”

Once she learns the carols and traditions there is no stopping her. She’s a woman who believes in long-standing institutes and traditions and she will uphold yours with pride too when she gets used to it.

Halsin

the way this man would hug you after receiving a gift ugh. you cannot tell me gift giving isn't one of his love languages, so he'd really really appreciate it

he keeps a very open mind while listening to you talking about Christmas and the traditions you practice. Being a druid he has his own rituals and beliefs which others judge so he is open

whittles you a wooden figurine of your favorite animal or of your pet from your world if you can describe it in detail

he would love the gift exchanging part of the tradition. he’d get everyone a gift, not as intricate as the one for you though. Maybe more so around herbs, flowers and potions

Shadowheart

"oh my, a present.. for me?" she'd be surprised that you even thought of getting her a gift

when she unwraps the gift she'd have a small smile on her face, "thank you y/n. this is very thoughtful of you. i'll remember this."

she’d be tad jealous that your beliefs are so fun. she’d lowkey wish Shar/Selune had celebrations that got people together

Gale

"A present? for me?", being locked up in his tower for so long he is quite taken aback.

"Why, where are my manners, thank you y/n. I do wish you told me about this tradition of yours. I'd have gotten you something. No matter, once we get the guests in our brains out, I'll make sure to get you something."

he'd use his magic to try and conjure up snow no matter where the party is camping

Minsc

Minsc gets very excited by whatever you get him since it's the thought that counts. "Look at what y/n got us Boo"

he sees how your eyes light up as you talk about Christmas so he gets equally excited for you

Minsc would dress up Boo in a red hat and green jacket (don’t ask how he got them)

nooooooot the best gift giver. he isn’t crafty, so he may end up making you arrows and a bow. but his smile is so big and bright that you’ll have to pretend to really like it

Wyll

He surprises you with a thoughtful gift before you can even give him one. His noble upbringing covered the strange Christmas customs of your land.

"To have you in my life is gift enough, my love. You didn't have to get me anything, your smile alone would have sufficed." Nonetheless, he accepts your gift with an elegant bow.

You both do a slow waltz to every single Christmas song you hear, no matter what the tempo or the lyrics are. You are simply too lost in each others' eyes to care.

Karlach

"Presents! For me? You're kidding!" She would run around camp like an excited toddler with her gifts. You would have to remind her to calm down so she wouldn't burn down the place.

"Thank you, soldier. I love it so much," she would grin at you. She would ask a lot of questions about Christmas and fall in love with the holiday. Gifts, food and wine, all of it would sound amazing to her after spending so many years in Avernus.

She would get really into the celebrations and her joy would be infectious. Watching her bust out her hip-hop moves during Silent Night would be the highlight of your evening.

Jaheira

"Oh, you got me a gift? How nice. See you can be kind to your elders." She would make fun of you in the moment but appreciate the gift nonetheless.

"It's not a knitted blanket for grandma, is it? I'm not ready to retire just yet."

Being a druid, she's not interested in the religious elements or traditions but joins in heartily for the eggnog and anything else booze-related.

your gifts,

admins sar, san & sav

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snoopyblankie · 4 months

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LI’L PUP’S “DAYCARE” / “SCHOOL” ROUTINE !

Okay, so in a few posts, I mentioned that if you don’t have a CG, have a hard time with routine, have a hard time meeting certain daily tasks, etc., then it can help to make a sorta daycare/school routine (which would involve getting ready for the day, exercise, recreation, meal breaks, etc)!

Of course, the “daycare”/“school” aspect to it is all up to you ! Routines can have some variation, and if you’re having a little day or your routine seems to be difficult because of sudden regression, then this is more tailored towards that !! (It’s also a li’l more geared towards the 4-5 age range, but don’t let that dissuade you!)

Me personally, if I’m havin’ a rough time, I might feel a sorta lingering regression throughout my day which I’ve been feeling lately. I don’t want it to interfere when I have to be big, though, so this is also a good way to manage big tasks and little wants!!

The routine can start like this !

Getting Ready For The Day: You gotta make sure you’re ready to take on the day! Wake up at a decent time (what works for your schedule) and try to do each of the following!

Make your bed

Drink some water

Brush your teeth/hair

Go to the bathroom (even if you’re not sure you need to! It can’t hurt to try!)

Wash your face or splash it with a little water

Get dressed (It helps to lay out your clothes the night before if you can !) (don’t forget new underwear and socks !)

Have some breakfast

School Time: These you can rearrange the order of, but I recommend keeping lunch/recess/nap in a somewhat similar place (ex. not having recess first) unless you really gotta! These are just suggestions after all and you know yourself best !

Welcome to the Day: Make a list of the Big Things you might need to do that day (tidy up, laundry, work/homework, etc) so you can sprinkle them in throughout the day or work around them! You can write this out by hand as a little goal chart—this is how we are greeting the day! You can write your name and date on it, use fun pens, make it a little sticker chart, whatever you’d like! This is just a way to keep track of the things you’ve gotta do. This is also a time to Get Grounded; make a separate list of three things that have made you happy/went well/or that you look forward to this morning! Even if it’s a hard day, it helps to try and find the littlest things (like you!) that make your day a little better (ex. “The weather is nice right now,” “I made my bed,” “I changed into different pajamas,” “I’m going to the park later,” etc!)

Reading: Set aside around 20-30 minutes (or more! I’d say about an hour max for now) to get comfy in a fun chair, on the floor, wherever, grab a book (or a couple if they’re shorter,) and get reading! No need to take notes unless you wanna, and if you really wanna make it more school-like, you can read the books out loud to some stuffed animals (just make sure you’re reading ‘em, not just saying ‘em) or write down the books you read in a reading log! At the end of the month it could be fun to look back and see what you’ve read!

Music: This was always my favorite subject (well, one of them)! Again, set aside around 30 minutes, and have some music fun! Listen to your favorite artists, learn some chords on guitar, practice keyboard/piano, whatever you’d like! Write a song and play it for your stuffed animals! Come up with a cartoon theme song, or music for a video game!

Work Time: Set aside around 30-60 minutes to do some work! If you have school work, you can chip away at that. If you don’t, you can use this time to do some of your big tasks (start a load of laundry, wash some dishes, etc) and, with whatever remaining time, maybe find some things to stimulate your brain! Word puzzles, math problems, researching a subject you like—anything!

Recess: Set a timer for 30 minutes and go have fun! This depends on the weather, naturally, but it’s free time! If you can get outside, go for it! Enjoy the sun (or snow,) lay/sit in the grass, take a pet for a walk or just go for one yourself/with a friend, run around if you can! If there’s a park nearby, that could be fun! Or if you have outdoor toys (ball, hula hoop, chalk, etc) you can use those! Even just reading or drawing outside is nice to get the fresh air. If you can’t get outside, do some indoor fun! Try and stay off of screens, but you don’t have to (you could find some fun kids games on the computer,) and play inside! Play with your stuffed animals, whatever toys you may have, color, anything your heart desires! Maybe you just want 30 minutes to meditate wherever you are, go for it. Just stay safe, and keep stuff handy in case you get too excited playing!

Lunch Time: This can be 30 minutes to 60, however long you feel you need to make/have lunch and settle down afterwards! It’s not helpful to rush during a meal, which I know sometimes folks struggle with (me too,) so this is the time to slow down. You’ve had a busy day so far, you gotta make sure you’ve got energy to last you a while longer! Try incorporating fun stuff into lunch if it’s daunting; fun shapes, a color scheme, a theme overall, etc. Have a stuffed animal have lunch with you if you wanna (just don’t feed ‘em your food, they like their own!)

Art: We don’t wanna get right into anything too exhaustive after lunch, what better idea than to create? Set aside 30 minutes to do something creative! Paint, color, draw, use clay, make bracelets, make a fun craft, whatever you can think of. There’s loads of posts about agere craft ideas, and plenty of kids’ art ideas on Pinterest and in books—check those out for some ideas! Remember, you’re not making things to be the best, you’re making things to make them!

Writing: For 20 minutes, it’s time to write! Assess how your day’s going—if anything’s changed from the morning, what fun stuff you might’ve done, etc. Maybe you just wanna write a silly story, or you have one that you’re already working on, go ahead and work on it! If you’re feeling particularly little, those handwriting workbooks are very fun!

Gym: For 30 minutes, we’re gonna get our bodies moving! This is all dependent on your mobility levels, so I won’t get toooo specific here (I will in other posts)! Clear some space in your living room, a rec room, however much space you need, and get your blood moving. This can be things like yoga or simple stretches (which have lots of seated options,) Pilates, or a full-out routine! It’s important to get your body moving as best you can, it keeps your heart healthy and can help if you’ve got low energy (I can confirm)!

Quiet Corner: Now we really step away from the screens. For 20-30 minutes (minimum, if you can do longer go for it,) turn off your phone, the TV, the computer, and try to relax. This is another good time to journal, to meditate, or even take a nap if you feel like your body needs it (try not to take too long a nap though, keep that to 12-30 minutes so you don’t mess up sleeping later). This can just be any quiet activity that is more hands-on to help keep you grounded. I like to read in the little corner in my room, or to play with my sensory bin! (This is also a good time to bust out the “clean up” song and maybe tidy up stuff as you start wrapping up).

Goodbyes: The day isn’t over yet, especially if you’ve gotta work closing or have late classes, but the school routine is sorta wrapping up. Grab your journal yet again, and write down something about the day that you’ve enjoyed, something you’d want to do tomorrow, or maybe something you wanna do later in the day! This is also a good time to clean up as needed, as you say “goodbye” to the more organized schedule and carry on with your day!

Dismissal: The “daycare”/“school” day may be done, but the day isn’t over yet! Have another check in and see what tasks you’ve still gotta do for the day. It’s a good time to get crackin’ on those so your evening can be more restful!

If you have work/class that interrupts your schedule, just try and pick up where you left off (unless you’re gettin’ home real late—adjust as necessary). Once you’re done with all your tasks for the day (it’s okay if you can’t do ‘em all,) it’s time to settle down, have some dinner, have a nice bath, and get ready for bed however you’d like!

This routine is great because of how flexible it can be; don’t wanna do gym every day? That’s fine! Switch out gym for science (go outside and collect some rocks or fallen plants, look ‘em up, watch some Bill Nye)! Don’t wanna do writing that day? Okay! How about history? Brain Pop is great for all sorts of subjects, and it’s a good way to try finding some new books!

This is a VERY long post, and it’s all just suggestions, but I hope some folks find it helpful (I love detailed posts like this personally ^w^). I might make some more as far as routines go (morning/night routines, different daily routines, etc) but I will definitely be making follow-up posts to this one with links and resources for every subject (as I find them!)

Have a great day !!!!!!!!! You’ve got this !!!!!!

#lil pup speaks !#helpful !#words !#routines !#agere #age regression #age regressor #agere blog #age regression blog #agere journal #agere routine #agere resources

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riality-check · 1 year

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steddie prompt! steve struggling with his dyslexia and feeling like he isnt smart enough compared to eddie and the kids?

In an effort to, in his words, "convert him to the light side," Dustin had given Steve an armful of what he deemed "essential reading" and sent him away to "learn the ways of the Force."

If Steve didn't like Star Wars so much, he would've made fun of that little nerd.

But, honestly, he's a little grateful. With no more monsters to slay and it being way too cold to venture outside of his house to go swim or play basketball, the books fill up a good chunk of time.

Too good a chunk.

It's taking him way too long to get through them.

He didn't try The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings because those looked way too intimidating. Dune's first twenty pages were boring as shit, and Ender's Game was a lot, to say the least.

So, he's been making his way through A Wrinkle in Time.

Slowly making his way through it. Too slowly.

Steve has been quickly reminded about why he hasn't voluntarily read a book since elementary school, and why he stopped reading the required books in high school.

It's hard. Reading sucks.

He doesn't know how other people get through it when the letters don't make sense and seem to switch, like how "b" and "d" or "f" and "t" look way too similar.

"Whatcha readin'?"

Steve looks up from the book - god, it's probably taken him at least an hour to get through chapter one, hasn't it - to find Eddie in the doorway of the living room.

Guess he's taking advantage of the spare key, Steve thinks to himself, but he's not mad about it, not even a little.

"A Wrinkle in Time," he says, holding up the book so Eddie can see the cover.

Eddie lights up. "Oh, I love that book! I think the last time I read it, I was in, shit, maybe fourth grade?"

Steve knows he didn't mean it, but damn. That hurt a little bit.

He can't even get through a book Eddie read when he was in elementary school?

"What part are you at?"

Steve tucks the book against his chest so Eddie doesn't see how the bookmark isn't very far in. "Not very. Just met Mrs. Which. It's kind of hard to get through-"

"Oh, yeah," Eddie nods. "It took me, like, three days."

"- because the letters keep switching."

Eddie frowns. "What?"

"The letters," Steve says. "Like, they're moving a lot for this book. I don't know why."

Eddie looks at him blankly.

Oh.

"Does that... not happen for you?"

Eddie shakes his head.

Steve huffs out a laugh because of course this would be a uniquely him problem. Of course people like Dustin and Eddie and the rest of the party would like reading, because of course they would be able to do it right.

"I guess I really am stupid."

"It took me three tries to get through my senior year," Eddie says seriously, putting his hand on Steve's shoulder. "Does that make me stupid?"

"No," Steve says instantly. It doesn't. Just because Eddie wasn't good at school doesn't mean he isn't smart. He's a brilliant storyteller and musician, and both of those take brains.

Steve doesn't have a hobby that takes brains because he just... doesn't have enough. Plain and simple. That's how it's always been.

"Ok, then you're not stupid for having trouble reading," Eddie says like it's the simplest thing in the world.

"But-"

"But what? We're all gonna struggle with something. For me, it was school. For you, it's reading. It's why we've got other people to fill in the gaps."

Other people don't fill in the gaps. Steve does. Steve stretches himself thin, makes sure he's everywhere at once to make sure the kids and Robin and Eddie are okay.

No one else can do that because. Well.

Steve has to be irreplaceable somehow. He's gotta be necessary somehow.

This is the only way they need him.

"Get out of your head, martyr," Eddie says, reading his mind. He's not as good at that as Robin is - Steve doesn't think anyone will ever be able to read him like Robin can - but he can still do it.

It's weird, just like Eddie is. Steve's learned to love weird over the past few years.

"Do you want me to stick around?" Eddie asks.

"You can stay, if you want," Steve says.

"I always want to stay with you," Eddie says, and damn if that sentence doesn't take Steve's breath away. "But I figured I'd ask."

So, Eddie lays his head in Steve's lap as Steve dives back into a world of tesseracts and space and time, and when Steve tilts the book down and points to a word that just isn't making sense, Eddie reads it for him.

He doesn't comment on how often he hears the pages flip.

#sorry this sat in my inbox for SO LONG #but i hope you like it anon!!#this was really fun!!#anon #asked and answered #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #stranger things ficlet #stranger things #tw internalized ableism #ria writes #dyslexic steve harrington

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milf-harrington · 1 year

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inspired by @flashyysins

Two days after Hawkins was almost split open, Robin saw a woman pacing in the hospital waiting room.

There were plenty of other people as well, sitting or standing or walking the length of the room in a similar pattern, but there was something about the woman that Robin noticed. It wasn't just that she was beautiful, which she was- it's that there was something familiar about her.

She was in blue jeans and an old-school Hawkins High Letterman jacket, light brown hair twisted up in a claw clip. Robin had never met her before, she'd remember that at the very least, but still.

Something about the angle of her nose or the gentle waves of her hair felt like something Robin had seen before, something she'd be able to find in a crowded room or across a street.

But Robin had somewhere to be, so she shook off the odd feeling, and followed the familiar path to Steve's room.

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"Hey Stevie."

Steve's smile was tired, but he was looking more lively than when he'd passed out in the waiting room the other day, so she'd take it.

"Robbie, you left me hanging yesterday."

She snorted and dropped into one of the chairs by his bed, swinging her legs over the arm rest and cradling the bag she'd brought with her in her lap. "You're the one who fell asleep during visiting hours."

He rolled his eyes, and she happily noted the colour returning to his skin. "You should be exempt from visiting hours, you're like...essential to my recovery or something."

She laughed to hide the way those words curled soft and warm around her heart, eyes stinging until she blinked it away. The dumbass had almost over-worked himself to the point of no recovery. "'Exempt?' Someone's been reading a dictionary- did one of your children leave theirs behind?"

"Oh fuck you-"

They were interrupted by a knock on the door, and Robin was startled to see the woman from the waiting room hovering behind a nurse.

"You have a new visitor Mr Harrington."

Even knee-deep in confused intrigue, Robin couldn't help but dramatically mouth Mr Harrington over her own shoulder, pleased at the face he pulled in retaliation.

And then the door shut, and Steve looked up to find the woman-from-the-waiting room standing at the end of the bed.

Robin saw his brain grind to a halt at the sight of her.

It was silent (well, as much as it could be in a hospital room, what with all the beeping and whirring) as they took each other in, and Robin slowly brought her knees in closer to her chest like it would shield her from the vague awkwardness chewing at her.

And then-

"Fucking hell, Eve." The woman breathed out, white knuckling the bar at the end of his bed.

At the same time, Steve's face scrunched up as he demanded: "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean 'what am I doing here'? You're in hospital!"

"I thought you were in New York!"

"Yeah and then I got a call from Hawkins General that my little brother was dying in a hospital bed! Thank you for keeping me as your emergency contact, by the way."

"Well-" Steve spluttered and then crossed his arms over his chest, wincing at the pressure on his injuries. "Obviously."

Several things clicked into place like undone locks. Steve had almost been too comfortable about "feminine" topics for as long as she'd been an active member of his life- and even slightly before.

(He'd once run out of Scoops to buy her pads when she'd started her period in the middle of a shift. At the time she'd figured he was just trying really hard to beat the still a douche-bag allegations.)

Then there were the sweaters that he wouldn't confess to the origin of, the jokes he'd make about Robin "not being the only woman in his life" that she'd thought were about Nancy Wheeler, the vehement denial that the rom-com collection in the theatre room were his.

And, while Robin hated to enforce gender stereotypes, he'd always had the kind of mean girl cattiness that was usually only forged in teenaged girls and merely rubbed off on others.

Of course Steve Harrington had a sister.

Now Robin understood why she'd seemed so familiar in the waiting room.

"What happened to you?"

Simultaneously, Robin and Steve shifted uncomfortably, meeting each others eyes and coming up blank on both ends.

Steve's sister swallowed, jaw clenched and lip quivering as she look back and forth between them. She seemed suddenly fragile, like Steve after a nightmare, or right before he'd collapsed in the waiting room after carrying Eddie inside.

Steve cracked first. "Lou-"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Stephen. This is the third time you've ended up in hospital since your senior year."

Steve blinked, startled. "How did you-"

"I'm your sister." She seethed, and Robin could see flickers of Steve with an axe in his hand in the arch of her shoulders. "You might have told the hospital not to call but I still have friends in this town. If that Hargrove asshole wasn't already dead-"

"Lou-"

"Don't-"

"It was a serial killer." Robin blurted, drawing Steve's sisters' attention to her. "I don't now if you heard about it, but someone was going around killing teenagers. It started with Chrissy Cunningham- she was a cheerleader? kind of cute in a preppy sort of way, but, um- she was killed in our friends living room and then he sort of got blamed for it because, I mean, it was pretty sketchy but he didn't do it! I promise, Eddie didn't- anyway, there was this whole witch hunt, and two more people died which just sort of made it worse for Eddie and a group of us were trying to, like, clear his name, you know? Because we knew he didn't do it and we didn't want him to get killed next, but then one of our other friends - this girl, Max, she's a riot - she was being targeted by the real killer so we came up with this...really stupid plan to catch the killer but everything went sort of tits up and Eddie and Steve both got, well-" She waved her hands at the bandage around Steve's throat and the bruising around his wrists from the vines. "And Max, she broke her elbow and her knee when she fell, and I think Dustin twisted his ankle? So now Max and Eddie and Steve are all in hospital and Dustin has these crutches that he doesn't want to use but, I mean, Steve always makes him because it's Steve, and we don't really know if Eddie's okay yet but no one's come to tell us he's not so we're still hopeful-"

"Robin."

Robin shut her mouth, and took a deep breath through her nose. Steve's sister was staring at her in the startled sort of awe that Robin was used to seeing when she got going. She had the lungs of a trumpet player, it wasn't hard for her to talk until she forgot where she'd started.

"You fought a serial killer?" Steve's sister - Lou? - asked, and Robin hysterically felt like she should offer up her seat.

Steve, bless him, only nodded. Lou stared, lips pressed into a thin line and nostrils flared slightly.

And then, quite abruptly, she was straightening her back and stepping around the bed to hold out a hand to Robin. "Louisa Harrington."

Robin blinked, and shook her hand. "Robin Buckley."

Louisa nodded, like that made sense, and smiled the same cupids-bow smile as her brother. "The best friend- it's good to meet the other half of my brothers brain. Clearly the better half, considering you aren't the one in the hospital bed."

Steve made an offended noise, and Robin grinned.

#i've had this concept lodged in my brain since i first read flashyysins post #especially bc i am a little brother to an older sister so now it's Personal #anyway steve's sister (in my world) is named Louisa and their nicknames for each other are Eve and Lou #bc when she was little Lou would call him ''Stevie-evie-eve'' and it just slowly got shortened to ''eve'' overtime #and when he was old enough to know what nicknames were he wanted them to match so she became lou #and their parents HATE that they call each other that bc Lou sounds like a boys name and Eve is a girls name #and they're like ''get rekt youre never home anyway''#i've also decided that the person Karen Wheeler is talking to on the phone when she calls steve's house in season 1 #is his sister not his mum #anyway everyone meet louisa harrington she lives in new york studying classical music #she visits randomly and she and steve call each other fortnightly or whenever anything interesting happens #my writing #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #robin buckley

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From what we’ve seen so far it almost looks like Carlos has been trying to make it easier for Charles? Take the chili plushie clip, Carlos is clearly teary eyed but he still tries to make Charles laugh. He is the one who’s hurting but he puts his own hurt aside because he notices that Charles is sad too and he has to make him laugh, because if there’s something else I’ve noticed in the past years is that Carlos loves seeing Charles happy

Anon! Firstly, are you the same anon from the other day? Let me kiss your brain, because I love talking about these boys so so so much and for some reason people really enjoyed the conversation we had. Anyway!!!! Let's talk about this for a second. Carlos is definitely having a hard time. If we're going blindly on the timeline, we have to assume Carlos knows about his exit from Ferrari ever since before the Dakar finale, (this is just especulation, though, because we don't know for certain) and he sort of, kind of, blew off Ferrari and the Maranello trials to go celebrate with his dad. Pretty sure he wouldn't have done this if he didn't have enough leverage on Ferrari because the trials at Maranello are SUPER important, but first, his dad just won Dakar at his age, and then he's like: well, I mean, I'm getting kicked out of the team anyway and I won't be active during the development of the next car, so, whatever, let's just do this,-- and he went and did it. That's my idea. He needed to be with his father because they all knew. I'm pretty sure they even knew during the training camp at Madrid / Portugal because he's surrounded by friends and already doing the absolute most to get in an amazing shape because he needs to be his best version this year. But-- then when he meets up with Charles again, Charles even feels blindsided. Because like I said previously, Lewis is Lewis. And he comes with sponsors and 7 world titles and his experience and all of a sudden Charles isn't really Ferrari's most important figure inside the team. So they're both trying to soothe each other. Because for the first time ever, Charles doesn't feel like the golden boy, he probably even feels like Ferrari did him dirty (that's what I would've thought, anyway) because who pays two or three times your salary to your second driver? Not any team, that's for certain. Carlos was stability for Charles and it's like his world was thrown off its axis. They were equals, similar in status, genuinely a good team. Charles feels bad and Carlos sees it, because he's lost his teammate, they were supposed to beat Ferrari's record of the teammates that lasted longer and now, well.

And Carlos knows this, and sees Charles handling it just as bad as himself and goes: well. If I don't have to think about this, and make him laugh, then neither of us need to focus on this, right? And the first challenge rolls around and he's tired but Charles is doing his best so why not sing until Charles' annoyed so he doesn't have to see how bone-tired Carlos is? He's sort of protecting Charles' heart by protecting his own. And then there's the little chili and I can simply see Carlos' thought process: this is the last first race of the year with Ferrari, and someone gifted him a chili. And he's chili and he's smooth operator and he's supposed to be fine, but his throat closes up and his eyes fill with tears and he doesn't want Charles to see him like this but it's so much. So he tries to laugh it off. And when he sees that Charles is also thinking the same thing he says, well. At least we're in this together. So he makes Charles laugh by saying he was a chili, too. We don't know what he means, but Charles is so fond and so filled with nostalgia that he laughs, anyway, even though his throat is dry and his eyes are filled with tears. And he gets to keep the chili plushie after Carlos reminded him they're supposed to part ways.

Remember Monza 2022? When Carlos completely ignored the woman who was guiding him to the back of the track so he could follow protocol? And he broke protocol to ask Charles if he was okay? Yeah, that's Carlos, to me. And I no longer feel like he's the only one capable of doing that for Charles, I really have seen Charles fight british and italian press and tell them to respect Carlos' last year in Ferrari, and I see Charles perfectly capable to soothe Carlos as much as Carlos has tried to soothe him. Because he's mourning in front of all of us, basically. And Carlos did go to Jeddah not only to help Ollie, but for Charles' sake, too. Did you see the smile Charles had on his face when they asked him about Carlos and he said that he'd called Senior and he'd told him that it was all okay and that he might've been going to the track later that day? He's doing that in front of all of us, showing us how much Carlos means to him. This is the best and worst time for Charlos fans right now and we have to deal with these two behaving like that for the rest of the year. I don't know how we're going to cope. Again, thank you for sending me these, because I just love to type until I don't make any sense.

#Charlos #Carlos Sainz Jr #Charles Leclerc #vic talks #ask #anon #i'm sorry if this makes even less sense than the previous one #it's been a weird week and it's like let's talk about charlos to cope #again don't just like the post TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS!#1655 #c square #charlos thoughts

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wordsarelife · 3 months

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pretty isn't pretty

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: he was showering you in compliments all while you felt like you weren’t pretty enough

warnings: low self esteem, mentions of grief, bad thoughts

a/n: this is actually bad. i really feel that i am not really able to write for lockwood anymore, but i’m trying to write these last few fics to the best of my abilities, promise :)

you were looking through the magazine, comparing everything about you to these gorgeous women, plastered over the pages. always beautiful, always perfect.

you sighed, knowing that you would never come even close to that.

anthony lockwood was the kind of boyfriend who showered you in complements from morning to night and still you wondered if he meant what he said.

you hated yourself for thinking that. but there was a small part in your brain that loved to question anything and everything. the clothes you were wearing, the make up, how you looked and how you didn't look and of course your relationship.

it wasn't like you wanted to question everything anthony said to you, but you felt like you had to. he told you you were beautiful three times a day and sometimes you wondered if he meant it or just needed to persuade himself of that.

the relationship with anthony was the first real long and healthy relationship you had. the boys that had come before him were never a mere possibility, and it seemed the reason for that had always been you.

never giving enough, never wanting enough and most importantly, never being enough.

it felt like there was always someone better. someone more loving, someone more needing and someone prettier.

the relationship with anthony was so good, you almost couldn't believe it. probably why your head always tried to convince you it was too good to be true. as if everything you had could suddenly slip away if you stopped working on yourself.

you didn't want him to slip away. but you also didn't want him to be in a relationship with someone who he felt wasn't enough for him.

it was a constant balance between happiness and self doubt and you were so tired of it. it was like a constant companion, turning every good moment into a situation for you to analyze.

it was exhausting to say the least and without you noticing, anthony became aware of something going on with you too.

"what are you doing?" you looked up at the voice and noticed anthony leaning over the couch behind you

"reading a magazine" you raised the magazine in your hands

anthony sighed, knowing which thoughts were running through your head. “i know what you’re thinking” he said softly, nudging your shoulder in a comforting way

“you do?” you asked surprised. you had thought that you had been subtle, successfully keeping the doubts in your head unnoticeable for him.

he nodded his head, rounding the couch and sinking into the fabric next to you. he took the magazine and closed it, throwing it on the table. “of course i know” he muttered and you saw the hurt in his eyes.

you weren’t sure if he was hurt because you were thinking what you were or because you had been keeping it from you.

“you know that you can tell me anything, right?” his brown eyes almost made you cry

“i know” you sighed, ashamed at the conversation you were having right now, ashamed her that you even though what you were thinking “i’m sorry for keeping it from you”

“i know you don’t do it to hurt me” anthony said “but it still hurts. as if there was a part of you, not even i am allowed to see”

“it’s shameful”

“no it isn’t” he shook his head “i love everything about you, even the hard things, especially the hard things”

your lip shivered. “sometimes i don’t think i deserve you”

“that’s rubbish” anthony took your hand in his “do you remember my parents death anniversary? i was ugly crying the entire day and you never left my side. i was ashamed of that for a long time”

“you were?” you asked surprised, never really getting the thought that he might have similar insecurities plaguing his mind

“of course”

“well i never even thought it was weird or wrong. i know how much you love your parents, i could never make you feel ashamed for how you feel about them”

“exactly” anthony said “and with you it’s the same way. anything we think is shameful makes the other love us even more, don’t you understand? you don’t have to be perfect for me to love you.. i love you even more because you aren’t” he assured “that doesn’t mean your feelings are not valid! it’s okay to not always feel good about things, but it’s important that you tell me about it, alright? how should i be able to help you when you don’t tell me what’s wrong?”

you smiled at him and squeezed his hand. “i love you” you kissed his cheek “and you really don’t mind to speak about it?”

he shook his head “never” he assured “i love you”

#pretty isnt pretty #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #george karim #ali hadji heshmati #lucy carlyle #cameron chapman #ghost hunting #ruby stokes #netflix #lockwood and co imagines #lockwood x reader #lockwoodandco #lockwood #guts album #guts olivia rodrigo #lizzysgutsspecial

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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I was rewatching the Mulan films to get that childhood nostalgia, and I remembered how much I love Mushu...

So I thought "what would the cast of TADC x reader be like, who is practically a copy of Mushu's personality", I imagine that in appearance he would be a Chinese dragon humanoid but with his personality

TADC cast x mushu type! reader !

im finally back on my computer, woohoo! ill probably answer a few requests, since i wanna draw stuff today </3 i dont really like leaving my wips unfinished for more than a few days TToTT side note i gotta rewatch mulan, used to be one of my favorite movies as a kid (though i barely watched movies back then so uh uh its not like there were many contenders </3) relying on the good ol character wiki to help me through this because its been so long since ive watched the movie

CAINE:

i think caine would actually really enjoy you, a lot! in a weird way caine gives off similar energy, with the confidence and such you know? so you two probably bounce right off each other and build one another up... though sometimes this leads to more insane IHAs because you insist to caine that youre more capable than you actually are... as mean as that sounds... the only reason that things dont get too too chaotic is because caine, in my opinion, does hold some significant level of care for the circus members (at least as it stands for the pilot)

like would he die for them? probably not.. but he cares enough to keep the circus (mostly) safe and bothers with keeping them mentally stimulated and entertained; he doesnt even watch the IHAs himself so its likely that its not for his own entertainment

ponders

im getting off topic, though, point is i think you two would be friends !

POMNI:

honestly i struggle a lot with writing pomni, but i think the two of you would be friendly with one another ! i think she might be a little taken aback by your confidence, but hey, its not like its to anyones detriment, right? well... IHAs can get interesting, with you either insisting to run in, leroy jenkins style, into the conflict; or trying to push someone else to do (oftentimes ragatha, who i feel would be the most likely to do the most in IHAs if theres nothing pulling her away from it (cough cough checking on kaufmo cough cough)

honestly my brains a little fuzzy trying to remember mulan, but i feel like you and pomni would have a similar dynamic to mulan and mushu as well

JAX:

i think jax would try to push you more than he does the others since oftentimes your reactions are more... out there, youre so desperate to prove yourself as this big strong individual that you kind of make an ass out of yourself. and jax revels in your humiliation everytime someone manages to humble you.. in terms of the other stuff, i think he would tease and make fun of any abilities you have.. assuming you also have (some) fire abilities like mushu, jax would just call you names like "matchstick" and "lighter boy", making fun of your weak fire powers

RAGATHA:

as mentioned in pomnis part, you and ragatha have... an interesting dynamic... but i can also see you two having a similar dynamic to mushu and cri-kee . with you being bold and ragatha keeping you grounded. often you two end up together during IHAs with either ragatha seeking you out or someone pushing you to her

not much to be said, i think ! very similar dynamic, ragatha keeps you in check, though i think she would occasionally scold you if you did something particularly reckless

KINGER:

ooo this ones a hard one, but i think it would be similar to my personal take on what his and caines dynamic would be but with you as a fellow circus member rather than the ring master... has respect for you (though i think kinger would have respect for just about everyone who has come and gone to the circus, he doesnt strike me as the type to just diss others unless theres a reason he doesnt like the person... and even then he would mind his own business, i think) which... honestly, i can see this either making your ego more intense or actually mean something to have someone actually respect you.. ponders... character degradation(?) or character growth.. both are fun routes, i think! ill leave this one up to you...

slides my favorite kinger thing

you guys tell each other stories about your adventures, both of you hyping them up way more than they need to be

ZOOBLE:

writing zoobles part first because i think that they may be the hardest, but in the kindest way possible i dont think they would be able to stand your personality... maybe youre a little loud and out there, or maybe they just dont like your humor or often times self centered nature... i think they would tolerate you just enough to get through IHA but forming a friendship with zooble is going to be tough... though, they do find it amusing when you and jax butt heads

GANGLE:

very similar to pomnis part, i think... but like, gangle is shy whereas pomni is nervous so things are a little different... i think gangle would just along with most stuff you decide to do, that you rope her into, because she doesnt have a backbone to say no or suggest something else.. well she doesnt have bones in general but... you know? honestly she kind of envies you in a weird way, she wishes she had the confidence you have so sometimes she probably approaches you for advice.. how this ends up is up to you !

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Love your writing babe! can I ask for morning after headcanons with Nightwing?

Thank you bby! Those words are like happiness injected into my brain.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, morning after, teasing, flirting, awkwardness, naked cuddling, suggestive themes, a little bit of sexual tension towards the end

A/N: He is boyfriend material 100%.

Waking up sore never felt so good, so warm, so safe

Dick always takes good and through care of his lovers but there was something special he felt with you when he saw you, it all went from there, the flirting, the kiss, the dancing, the kiss, taking of each others clothes, moaning and whimpering, the hug, the soft whispering as you drifted away to sleep

When you woke up you were still enveloped in the warmth of his arms around your shoulders

Normally after a one night stand you'd leave first thing in the morning but he insisted that you stay a while, "It's still pretty early, I'm not gonna send you home just because you woke up."

"How long have I been up? I wake up very early but I didn't want to wake you up so I've just been laying in bed next to you." His smile is so sweet too, you just wanna cuddle up and stay with him all day

Sadly you have placed to be and his arms are not on that list

"Can I help you get dressed? It's stupid I know, I just wanna spend some more time with you." His almost shy smile is very cute, especially when you compare it to the smug, sexy one from last night and all the filthy words that fell from his mouth

You can feel his eyes scan across your naked body, feeling a little shy you immediately go for your bra and shirt

"Here, let me please." He beckons you close and motions for you to turn around so he can put your bra back on

A shiver passed through you when you feel his rough, skilled fingers across your bare skin again, it would be so easy to fall back into him again, fall into his lap and just spend the entire day in this bedroom, or any other place in the house really, with as little clothes as possible

When you turn around you see that he's having similar thoughts, "Ignore that! It uh, it was fun last night so it's hard to get it out of my head when you're standing here like this." His looked over your naked thighs, remembering the night before when his head being squeezed between them

He licks his lips almost like he can still taste you on them

You both try very hard to ignore the sexual tension between you two as he helps you get dressed

The walk to the door is a little awkward because both of you keep stealing glances at each other, and who could blame you, he's only wearing boxers, ones that do nothing to hide his excitement at that

"Hey, listen... I know we only just met but I had a lot of fun with you. I have some things to take care of right now but would you maybe wanna meet up for lunch? I know a really good place." He rubs the back of his neck, a little blush dusting his cheeks as he smiles at you hopefully

His eyes light up like fireworks in the night sky when you give him your number and tell him to call you later

From the corner of your eye you saw the him make a fist and congratulate himself as you walked away, you may not know everything about Dick Grayson yet but you have a feeling that it'll be very fun to learn

#nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x female!reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x female!reader #dc comics #dc comics x reader #titans x reader #nightwing imagine #dc comics imagine #titans imagine

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crypticjackal13 · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering when you have time, can I request wukong,macaque,nezha and Mk with an Angst to fluff with their s/o who got possessed in the fight with Lbd but then un-possessed s/o leaving them injured bc the attacks didn’t do as much damage as she thought?

I think I understand what's being asked but if I got it completely wrong please correct me! Also this is going to be Headcanons because it makes more sense for my brain ;-;

Wukong, Macaque, Nezha, and MK x S/O who was previously possessed by LBD (Angst to Fluff Romantic HC's)

Wukong - a wreck. Absolutely furious at himself for letting this happen to you, how could he be so stupid and let you be possessed by his enemy? Even worse, she had abandoned using you as her host and you were hurt! Probably trying ridiculously hard to keep up a positive front but he is breaking down on the inside. After it's all over he takes you back to Flower Fruit and gives you the best healing magic he can find. Lots of attention, and you'll have to reassure him you're okay and that it's not his fault because he 10000% thinks it is. He loves you very deeply, so the thought of losing you is just super overwhelming for him. He stays as close as you'll allow him to be while you recover, and is at your beck and call. This is a perfect time for you to either exploit this and get whatever you want OR coax him into doing self care with you. Or both :)

Macaque - beyond pissed. If anyone should've gotten hurt, it should've been him! You shouldn't have been anywhere close to this situation, and there you were being used as her host! As soon as he sees your discarded body he gets you someplace safe until the fight is over, and then he takes you home to help you recover. He might pretend to be a bit mad at you for having been involved but just know he doesn't really mean it, what he means is that he is utterly relieved you're okay. Once he has you set up with whatever medical supplies are needed, a drink, and a warm meal, he cuddles up to you and keeps watch while you get better. Apologizes over and over.

MK - this poor boy DOES break down. If he had done better, if he had been stronger, he could've stopped the Lady Bone Demon before she was able to possess you! He's crying a bit as he's fighting because he knows that you're probably in so much pain, just like he was whenever she was speaking to him. The fight ends, and he's absolutely RUSHING to get you home so you can get medical attention. He doesn't leave your side, he feels like if he does then something bad will happen to you. Similar to Wukong, he will find a way to get you anything you want, because you deserve the best, especially from him. Very clingy afterwards, but if you ask him to he will back off a bit so you can breathe.

Nezha - so so so concerned. How could he have been so blind? In dealing with Wukong and getting his ass handed to him he left you vulnerable! He feels incredibly guilty like he's let you down and multiple times throughout recovery he asks if you honestly want to keep being with him. He gets you to Heaven's best doctors, and urges you not to lift a finger until you're completely healed. He's super protective and may overreact to small things, just make grabby hands at him and he'll soften up and give you cuddles or whatever it is that you want.

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givemeonereason · 5 months

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What Have You Done to Me? Part 2

Part one

Photo credit: Pinterest

Rating: +18 Spicy, caliente, delicous

Plot: Being around Kento was becoming hard. What has he done to you? Or better yet, what will he do?

A/n: Not going to lie. I have been dreaming about something like this since I was in college. I have wanted nothing more than to have a steamy interaction with someone in the stacks of a library. Dark academia really has such a sensual side to it. So many aspects to explore. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it

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It was hard being around after that. The way the guys kept teasing him. The way they teased you both for letting him stay with you. The way your cheeks stung with heat whenever anyone brought him up.

There are only so many people who attend Jujutsu High.

And unfortunately, only so many places where you just might run into him.

You knew that Kento and yourself are very similar. Your work ethic, your morals, staying out of the usual nonsense. That's probably why you stick up for him. Why you choose to go against the grain when they torment him.

It's mainly because you genuinely enjoyed being around him. You loved his strong silent type vibe he puts off. He's serious only when he needs to be. His indifference in all situations that keeps him levelheaded. And that might put others off, but you have come to like that about him. It means he's not going to mess around with your feelings. Unlike, others.....

Nanami was sitting at a table in the library when you walked in. Your own books heavy in your arms as you looked for a place to study.

The room itself a long corridor, quiet enough to hear a pin drop. What you thought were soft footsteps still echoed against the bookshelves and tile floor.

Ken turned when he picked up on the sound growing louder, coming towards him. "Oh, hello." He smiled small, the corners of his lips curling.

“Hi.” You smiled sweetly back.

"You're welcome to join me if you'd like." He pointed towards the opposite side of the table which was empty.

"You sure?" You put your books and bag down when he nodded. "Thank you. I'll be super quiet. I've got a test coming up."

He's flipping through a book, not meeting your eyes. "It's no problem at all." Then he looked up after he found the page he was looking for. "I've got a report I need to work on."

His eyes.

How did you not notice the warm chestnut tone before?

You felt yourself blushing so you busied yourself with opening your own notebooks, hoping he wouldn't notice.

He's way too serious to notice, right?

He wouldn't even think that I'm sure.

Try as you may, you weren't able to focus. The content itself was a lot, but then again so we he.

DISTRACTING!

You noticed the small things. The way his blond hair fell down into his face when he concentrated enough. The way he rolled his pen between his long, slim fingers.

It's too much.

Nanami, what have you done to me?

You faceplanted straight down onto your textbook, which roused him from his notes. He laughed seeing you helplessly unmoving between the pages of your textbook. “Are you okay?”

Your voice was muffled from your nose being squashed against the pages. “Yeah, it’s just this advanced domain stuff is making my brain cheese."

You lied.

Kento put his pen down, got up from his seat, and walked over to your side, one hand leaning on the table, the other on the back of your chair. “Let me help you.”

No! No! No!

You can feel his warmth against your arm. You could smell his cologne. It was an enticing mix of Jasmine and Cedarwood. It made your skin prickly with goosebumps.

Your face is still against the textbook page, now terrified to pull it away due to the obvious heat in your cheeks.

Nanami’s hand went to your shoulder. “Come on now, it can’t be that bad.”

Muffled still by your squashed nose against the book. “Oh, it’s definitely hard.”

“So she says…”

Did he really just make a ‘that’s what she said’ joke?

You heard his light chuckle in your ear at his own resolve.

And you could just dissolve into the carpet now if you had the sheer willpower to.

“Let me get up and walk around. That might help me clear my mind.” He pulled away from you at your suggestion.

“Good idea. I’ll watch over your things until you get back.”

You shuffled away from him, pushing the lever of the door handle a little too hard, the door swinging and bouncing against the adjoining wall. "Oops..."

You walked down the hall towards the water fountain, splashed cold water over your face in the girl's bathroom, taking deep breaths at a nearby open window.

You did this to yourself by thinking just a little too hard about a boy and now you’ve got to get yourself out of it.

Just walk in there and tell him you need some space from him.

You can be honest. You do need space. It’s no big deal.

He's going to have no idea what the hell you need space for. He's not going to know all these cursed feelings you have right now about him.

But then again, you don't want to be rude. You don't want to see as if you dislike him in any way. You just need space to be able to breathe without your heart pounding in your chest ready to send you to an early grave. Like being a sorcerer isn't a death wish already...

Just talking to him in theory is good and all, but when you’re standing face to face with him you can’t seem to get the words out.

I need some space from you right now.

I want want to touch you.

No.

Hey Ken, maybe I should study somewhere else. Yeah, I can do that.

I just want to taste your lips.

NO.

Okay, so actions then, not words. Get your things and leave.

You start to walk past him, but when he reaches out to stop you with an arm stretched out, you grab the blue polyester of his standard Jujutsu High uniform jacket, pull him towards you, and firmly pressed your lips against his.

Taste.

Just a taste.

The kiss was somewhat chaste as well as kisses go.

You pulled away without looking him in the eyes and walked around to the side of the table with all your books and notebooks. You hurried to try and grab your things, but his hand stopped you from fumbling over your notes.

He pulls you against his body, taking your cheek into his hand and kissing you. It was a deep kiss, one that you melted into. It left you breathless when your lips parted.

Kento was smiling down at you, his eyes soft. “If that’s what you wanted, you could have just asked me.”

You were still taking small breaths, but you kept eye contact this time.

Those brown eyes.

You swallowed. “I don’t think I knew I wanted that until this very moment.”

He was moving back down towards your mouth, ghosting his lips over yours. “Do you want me to kiss you again?”

You reached up, wrapping your hand around the nape of his neck, pulling him fully against your lips once more. You mewled when his hands smoothed down the curve of your back and inhaled sharply when he bit your lip. “Ken…” you plead, breathy between kisses. You weren’t really sure what you were pleading for, just him. More of Nanami.

He picked you up onto the table where you had your books and notebooks and set you down. His kisses are hot and bruising. You moan into his mouth, "Ken..."

He chuckles. "What?" Breaking from your lips and kissing your cheek to the soft spot behind your ear, down your neck and licked your collarbone. You tried to cover your whimper pressing your lips together, gripping at his uniform jacket. "Tell me what you want me to do."

You pull him to your mouth again. Your tongue reaching out and tasting him. "I......" He grabbed at your behind pulling you flush against his waist.

You snap out of it for a moment. Pulling away from his chest, looking seriously. "What has gotten into you?" He's looking at you with surprised eyes. "Huh?"

Your fingers run over the seam of his jacket. "You're so cool and collected. You don't care about anything, in fact, I think you hate everything. You keep people an arm's length away. Yet..." You reach up to touch his cheek. "You're here with me."

Kento smiles and lets out a sigh. He runs his fingers through his hair. "You are partially correct." He stepped away from you. The cold breeze from the nearby vent made itself known. "I tolerate most things because I have to. You on the other hand, I don't need to tolerate you to be around you." He turned to you with the sweetest smile you've ever seen on his face. "In other words, I like being around you. In fact, I prefer being around you. I just have to tolerate others due to sorcery circumstances."

He reached out a hand for you to grab. He pulled you to your feet and close to him. The warmth returning, enveloping you. "I try to be a gentleman. I didn't want to push anything on you. But you kissed me first. Now, how can I resist you?"

Shit.

But you want this though.

"Oh.." is all you could get out before he pulled you towards the bookshelves and pushed you against them. His forearm braced on a shelf above your head, leaning down until you can feel his breath on your face. "You know, we are in a library. We don't want to make a scene or be too loud. Someone might show up." He tilted your chin up so that your noses brushed. His voice was soft and rugged. "Can you keep quiet for me?"

Your breath catches in your throat. Your heart is beating so hard, you can hear the ringing in your ears. "Hmmmm? He asks, waiting for an answer.

You nod your head and he kisses your lips. His hand reaches down and under your skirt and runs his fingers over the soaked bit of your panties. His touch making you cry out. He pulls his hand away. "What did I tell you?"

Ken reached down again pulling your panties to the side, running his fingers along your slit. “You’re so wet already." He's running circles over your swollen clit. "So, minimal effort here. Just a little stretch first."

You're writhing from his touch. His fingers plunge down into your core feeling your tight walls around clench around them. You were trying so hard to be quiet, clenching your teeth and pushing your face into his shoulder to muffle your moan.

"Good girl." His voice in your ear sent a shiver back down to his fingers inside you, as you tried to clamp your legs shut. His tongue clicked against his teeth. He kissed and bit at the side of your neck where he whispered back into your ear. "Just a little while longer." Three fingers curling deliciously where you need them to be. "I know you can do it."

Your whole body is tense as he pushes you towards your orgasm. But the closer you got the more you fought against it; clenching your legs, loud whimpers, and your own hands gripping and pulling on his jacket.

"I warned you." With his unoccupied hand, he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them over your head. The sting of pressure against the hardwood shelves causes you to wince. A swipe of his shoe against yours opened your legs wider for him. The curl of his fingers quickened their assault on your softest parts. His thumb making work of your clit. And when you cried out a moan, he kissed you deep enough to quiet you in your release.

Nanami let your sweet nectar coat his fingers before he brought them to his mouth. He licked from the base of his finger to the tip, savoring the sensation on his taste buds. "Mmmmm, baby." Then placed them fully into his mouth sucking them clean. "Next time I want it all," he said, licking his lips.

He looked around the tight space you were confined in. "Hmmm, I need something sturdy. I can't have you hitting your head on these shelves." He walked to the end of the book stack looking around the side and disappearing momentarily, returning with a medium-sized corner desk. He pushed down on the wood, trying to sway it back and forth. "This should do." He looked over to you. "What do you think sweetheart?"

You were trying to regain your strength. Your knees were weak and luckily your breathing became regular. You didn't answer him or protest when he guided you to the desk he meticulously placed in the corridor. He gently pushed you down against the surface, your hands forward to stop you from hitting your face. You hear the jingle of his belt when he unfastened the clasp.

Your cheek rests softly against the lacquered surface of the desk. You're too tired to try at this point and admittedly, you wanted this. You wanted to feel him inside of you. To make you come again and again. To start a new habit of rendezvousing to corners where he can fuck you until your voice is too strained to speak. Your body sore from the impact. Your eyes drunk with insurmountable lust.

Nanami rubbed the head of his cock over your folds. You heard his breath catch. "You're so soft and warm already." He nudged the tip against your entrance, pushing a small portion of his length inside of you. He couldn't stop a moan from escaping his mouth. "Yes....Yes, you're perfect." He pulled back his hips and then pushed deeper inside. "So incredibly perfect for me."

Your hands reach out to the edges of the desk and hold onto them for support as your body pushes forward with every thrust. You tried your hardest to not moan, so soft mewling behind tightly shut eyes and pressed lips was what you could muster.

Deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Pausing for a moment when your pussy engulfed his entire length. A deep rumble from his chest.

"Nana....." You whined. You're walls gripping onto him.

He's so big......so big.

He chuckled. "What?" His hands massaged the soft flesh of your ass. "Do you want me to continue?"

You wiggled your bottom a little, but he firmly grabbed it and held you in place. "If you want more, you need to ask me."

You turned your cheek back toward him. He leaned down, moving the hair from your neck so he could kiss your sensitive skin. "Ken, please....please I want more."

"More?" Teasing you, speaking so sweetly into your ear.

You pouted, trying to push back against him, his weight on you not providing much movement. "Alright, alright." He started a delicious rhythm, the desk shaking below you, a forgotten pencil rolling about in the interior drawer like a soothing wave.

Whenever he sped up, his grunting became louder. "Ken, you're so loud." He was loudly whispering through his grunts. "I'm trying to be quiet sweetheart, but you feel so fucking good."

He slowed himself down to try and muffle his audible pleasure, but the back build would take over and he would thrust wildly, threatening to send you over the edge and not just the desk's edge.

After several attempts to hush his moaning and grunting, the ups and downs of peaking pleasure, he'd had enough. Enough pleasantries, enough trying to keep to library ethics. If he kept this up, neither of you would finish. You both would be miserable. And nothing would make him as grumpy as blocking himself of his own release. What is started must be finished, no matter what, even if noisy...

He pulled himself out from you and gently picked you up and carried you to the table where all of the books and notebooks remained. He set you down on the edge. Nimbly, he unfastened the buttons on his jacket and pulled it from his arms. When Kento pushed you to lay down he placed his jacket under your head to protect you from injuring yourself. With the way he knew he would be pounding into you, it would surely be cause for a clonk on the head.

“Common place rules are out the window. I’m tired of trying to fuck you and keep quiet about it. If someone hears us, let them.” He slammed his cock all the way back into you making you scream out. “That’s it,” he said through his loud moan. The sound of him letting go, the ring of voice going straight down into your core. The one he was driving into so fervently.

Ken and you both writhing and swaying in eager harmony. Your hands reaching out to hold onto his wrists at your waist, your back arched with overwhelming pressure. His head thrown back, the tight grip on your hips, his fingers digging in. The chorus of pleasure leaving your lips, echoing against the shelved walls on either side of you both. A loose textbook falling onto the floor with a clatter when Nanami pulled himself out of you with such grief, spilling onto your thigh. He wanted nothing more than to succumb to that sweet, small death inside of you, and pulling away felt like a loss. But seeing your own slick pour from you gave him great pride.

He reached out a finger and swiped it against your folds, gathering juices around the tip of his finger. He pulled you into an upward sitting position, an arm around your waist, the other gently pushing your lips open. “Taste it. If I do, I’ll just want more.”

You opened your mouth for his finger to enter, sucking gently on it. “See how good you are? How good you taste. You made such a pretty mess.” He looked around at the previously abandoned desk, the papers and books strewn all over on the floor that were so carefully organized at the table you once studied at. “So we did make a scene?”

But you were looking at him. His white button up shirt unkempt. The way his shoulders shrugged forward. His hair sticking to dried sweat on his forehead. The calm in his serious eyes. The overly reddened tint of his lips.

He’s so handsome when he’s like this. When he vulnerable.

You’re probably the only one to actually see him in that state.

You laughed.

He turned to you surprised.

You kept laughing. Your cheeks were red hot.

“What is it now?” He couldn’t help but smile at how he admired your cute laugh.

You pushed yourself off of the table and grabbed the tissue box sitting on a small table at the endcap of the shelf by the main walkway.

“I was just thinking about how the guys were making fun of us being in a situation like this.” You cleaned yourself to the best of your abilities and straightened your uniform. “However, I believe they would be way too full of themselves to truly believe this actually happened.” You began picking up papers and putting them into your bag. “I wonder if they would stop teasing you if they only knew how well you fucked me?” You looked back and smiled towards him as he made himself presentable.

A tsk coming from him as he helped you pick up the important study material from the ground. “Yeah right. Do you think those special grade oafs would ever stop their tormenting?”

You laughed, trying to cover the sound. Second nature decorum taking root again, trying to be quiet in a common area. Not moments before Nanami’s name booming from your lips, over and over and over and over.

“Yu, maybe he would be okay.” He smiled to himself. “He’s not exactly like them. I think he just tries to act cool around the upperclassmen to fit in. We’re actually pretty close.”

You admired the way he smiled and meant it. His vulnerability shining through. Though it was fleeting when he grabbed the rest of his things in his arms. His stature taut, his shoulders tense, his eyes serious once more.

What would I give for more of that soft side?

More fucking? Sure…

But maybe just loving as well.

I can handle that.

“We should get out of here before someone comes in or catches on.” You followed him out of the library, the door closing with a loud click into place.

“We should study again soon. I think I’m really able to grasp it when you explained it to me.”

He nodded. You caught the small smile curling at his lips. “I would be happy to help.” He turned and began walking in the opposite direction from which you stood. “Next time we need to find a more comfortable space so we can really focus on the material.” He spoke over his shoulder and waved goodbye.

You giggled to yourself.

Where would be a good place? Dorms would be too obvious and you both room next to classmates. Storage closet, that’s way too dirty and way overdone. Oh, how about the auditorium? Too much acoustics. No one uses the pool, but the chlorine, eww.

A lightbulb went on and you shook your head to snap out of your idle thoughts.

The test!

You didn’t even study for the damn test!

You were studying something else and not what you actually needed to do.

You slapped yourself in the forehead. This is why we needed space, not encroachment. Ughhhhh!

You ran down the hall towards the classrooms in a flash.

It was a worthy distraction though.

“What if I fuck him?”

Fuck.

Better yet, fucked Kento Nanami.

And sometime soon, again.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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wibta for using characters that might be too similar to ex friends for my own writing/art?

background: i had a lot of friendships that ended very badly while i was in an extremely compromised state. for a lot of them it ended with them giving me a very vague wall of text about my behaviour without explicitly telling me what i did wrong, so i feel i cannot apologize in any meaningful way, and i cannot contact them first, so instead tried my best to cut myself down as small as possible so they would never see me again. this still confuses me, and ive entertained the thought they were 'too scared' to tell me what i did wrong beforehand, but if thats the case, i was too, but i was the only one wanting to work things out. that isn't the point of this, though.

with a lot of these people i did something like collaborative worldbuilding. some of these concepts, ocs and oc ships i was very very invested in while i was at rock bottom, sort of coping with them, though the interest never felt reciprocated despite my efforts to stoke it (neither was i told to stop, though). i wrote a lot for some of them, as certain characters had a lot of stylings of archetypes im very fond of and tend to write over and over again (partially cos they remind me a lot of myself, if i can project) regardless of their involvement.

with the rug pulled out from under my feet irt that i didnt really know what to do with my parts from all that (going from thinking about them almost once a day to having to stop myself from ever thinking of it again was. extremely hard) and even thought about trashing the characters i had. after months of deliberating and trying to refocus the characters to be single and building up casts of all my own characters, i ended up liking the chemistry between some of them and the old ocs i almost threw away and decided to work that angle. the more i focused on these new characters (which id created to be a vent pit for the feelings i was trying to sort out irt all this) the more they fit into those archetypes i love, but i tried to lead them away from the ex friends characters.

but i did give one character brain damage, while i was trying to figure out what mine had done to me. ive been coping with it and what it did to me through them, but i remembered one ex friend gave their character brain damage as well. it feels like a sort of stand out trait and im worried if they ever see my shit again they will look at this and the archetype and use this as evidence im trying to steal their character or something. im not sure what is too similar. fwiw when they cut people off before in this sort of situation i know they would make fun of and kill off the other person's characters, so i know they've probably done that to expies of mine (one person liked to joke about doing this to one of my happier characters while we were still talking). for my part all i did was axe theirs from the story entirely.

tldr: i accidentally created characters that have similarities to ex friends' to fill in the holes for characters i didn't want to throw out. if i keep them, will i be an asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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ishkabibblethings · 2 months

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March 23rd

A fluffy Suits ficlet | Marvey (established) | Rated G "I had your secretary clear your afternoon. It's time we hit up that spa again, especially after the last few weeks." Harvey declares distractedly as he flips through their mail. Mike is still working on his breakfast at the kitchen counter and only mumbles an agreement. A real vacation is out of the question while they're so occupied at the firm, but an afternoon off together still sounds beautiful.

"I'll make us something nice tonight," Mike offers.

"Let's go all in, I'll find us a table somewhere good," Harvey replies and Mike can't find a reason to disagree. Mike secretly suspects that their time at the spa is more for Harvey than he'll admit but he's got no complaints.

"That sounds wonderful. It's been, what, like a year since we had a day like this? Good idea, dude." Mike moves around to the sink to drop off his dishes and pecks Harvey on the cheek as he passes by. "I'll just be a few minutes and we can head out."

"Don't call me dude, puppy," Harvey responds with a grin and watches Mike disappear into their bedroom.

Mike is in the bathroom wondering what it was that made Harvey plan another spa trip. Was his personal grooming slipping? They've been living together long enough but he's heard no complaints. He thinks back to their last trip, and the one before that, just when they'd started dating. It's a rare indulgence, and now that Mike thinks about it, it's always happened in the early spring.

Wait, now that he really considers it, picturing his work calendars, it has happened on this date each time. March 23rd. A knot starts to form in Mike's stomach. Fuck. Some sort of anniversary, it has to be something important for Harvey to move work around for it. Mike searches his brain, picturing every calendar he and Harvey kept, trying to remember similarities and differences, the reasoning behind the repeated treat day.

He must have taken longer than he realizes because Harvey comes to check and see if Mike's ready to go.

"You okay?"

"Uh yeah I'm good," Mike responds and checks the mirror again. He slips on his shoes and grabs his messenger bag.

In the car, Mike checks Harvey over for signs of emotions tucked away - disappointment, grief, frustration - notices nothing alarming and finds himself relaxing just a bit. Nothing he's done wrong, at least. Time to test his hypothesis.

"You know what, Harvey I forgot I've got a thing with Katrina this afternoon. Let's move the spa appointment to the weekend?"

"What thing with Katrina? Your secretary said she could move everything."

"I don't know if it ever made it in the books, she needs help with an in house thing for Louis." Mike bluffs.

"Well I'll encourage her to let you reschedule. It was hard to get these appointments today and you deserve a break." Harvey reaches for Mike's hand between them and laces their fingers together.

"Harvey, what's special about today?" Mike tries to keep his tone neutral.

"Aside from my stunning good looks and charm?" Harvey hams, and Mike actually scoffs.

"That's the same every day and you know it. Really Harvey, what's today?"

"I just want to give you a treat today, can't I do that as your loving boyfriend?"

Harvey's gone playful, so Mike knows he hasn't messed anything up. Harvey is also still avoiding the question so Mike knows he's on the right path.

"Of course you can. And I accept. But when my loving boyfriend happens to want to take me to a spa and dinner yearly on the same day without context, one is driven to wonder."

Harvey chuckles, knowing he's been caught.

"You really thought I wouldn't notice. Me, of all people? Twice is a coincidence, three is a pattern."

"Oh really, smart ass? Think back further." Harvey challenges.

"We weren't dating bef-"

"No we weren't together before that. Think back anyway."

Mike's eye focus on nothing in particular, and Harvey trusts he'll find it.

"The ties. You gifted me ties." Mike's head tilts a little in confusion and it's all Harvey can do to hold back a laugh.

"And lunch too," Harvey offers, feeling generous.

"I don't get it. Harvey, tell me. What's today? Why today?"

"So it started as a stupid joke, but you never caught on so I just kept going with it to see if you ever would." Harvey shrugs like he's almost embarrassed it's become a thing. Mike just watches him expectantly.

Harvey leans until his breath and lips are just close enough to make Mike's ear and neck tingle. Harvey's voice is private and Mike can hear his fond smile. "Happy National Puppy Day, Mike."

#marvey #suits usa #harvey specter #mike ross #ficlet #is this fluffy enough?#puppy mike ross #but not too heavy #insert bone/treat puns here #harvey takes mike to the groomer

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cheshirelearell · 1 year

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Love You to The Moon and Back // Chapter Four - Dreamless Sleeps

Eventual Dad Chishiya with Mute Child Reader - Platonic Only

3.5k Words

Chapter Warnings - Nightmare. Crying :(

Chapter Summary - Haunting nightmares, warm meals and a smiling face.

Authors Note // Thank you all for being so patient :,) This chapter was really hard to write for some reason. It is mostly just a filler kind of chapter, another introduction and some pillars being built. I hope the next chapter is better, because I'm not too happy with this one. I wasn't feeling the best last week, so next to no writing was done, however, I've worked all day today to try and get a chapter out. Again, I hope the next chapter is a lot better :,) I hope you all enjoy nonetheless, let me know your thoughts, if I need to improve anything, likes, reblogs and comments are more than welcome. <33 And please let me know if it makes sense, my brain has turned to mush. :)

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Y/n’s sleep wasn’t dreamless. In fact, it was filled with snippets from what appeared to be her last game. Specifically her mother. The details were vague, but the message came across clear as day for her. Something had happened to her mother. She’d died in that game and now Y/n was left all alone.

Y/n had awoken in a state of panic. The covers that had kept her warm and comforted now felt suffocating. They’d shifted up during her sleep, now covering her head. Hot stuffy air was all she was breathing in amidst her panic. She’d shuffled down slightly, no longer on the pillow that was dotted with wet splotches from where her head had been laying.

Seeming to wrestle with the sheets Y/n had gotten herself even more tangled in them. She began to kick her legs wildly, small gasps escaping her mouth. Y/n heard a door open in the distance before someone began making their way in quick strides to where she was tangled.

All it took was one tug from the undisclosed person to pull the blankets free. Once Y/n was released from her temporary prison she took in deep gasps of the cooled air. Her face was blessed with the cool air too, bringing notice to her damp cheeks. The man was now revealed to only be Chishiya who had come from the bathroom. His eyes looked weighed down, heavy in his effort to keep them open.

A frown was lining his face, brows slightly furrowed as well. Y/n probably would have said he looked annoyed, however in the moment her mind could only focus on one thing. As hiccups escaped from her and her eyes were blurred by tears her hand came up to sign ‘Mother’.

Chishiya looked on in confusion. He hadn’t learned sign language. He hadn’t needed to. However it certainly would have come in handy right now, since he couldn’t understand what she was trying to say.

Y/n repeated herself, signing the word for mother over and over again. When it became clear Chishiya had no idea what she was trying to say she gave up. Being reduced to nothing but tears, sobbing her heart out for someone that was no longer here.

Chishiya was stuck on what to do. He’s never been in this situation before. And he had no idea on how to comfort the grieving child. Chishiya’s become used to discarding people, not paying any attention to how they were feeling and not caring to either. He’s grown comfortable with this, especially since coming to the borderlands.

However, looking down at the crying child who had just woken up from a nightmare by what he was now seeing and had heard, he couldn’t deny. Something tugged on his heartstrings. Just a little.

It was something so small it was barely there, hardly felt. And yet, Chishiya still reached out, resting a gentle hand atop the child's head. Small pats administered in his effort to calm her.

Y/n paused momentarily in her distress, brief shock passing over her. Small hiccups and tears were still escaping her. And even though Chishiya had no resemblance to her mother whatsoever, she still felt a similar comfort in the action.

She had decided. Y/n sat up quickly, Chishiya being close enough for her to grasp onto his jacket and wrap her arms as tight around him as she could manage.

Chishiya froze at that moment. His arms were left hanging oddly at his sides. Contact of any kind was something he was largely uncomfortable with. Yet although reluctant, he slowly wrapped his arms around her. One hand across her back and the other resuming the gentle pats to her head.

Over the course of a few minutes Y/n had been reduced to sniffles. Her body was too exhausted over the recent events to produce any more tears. She must not have been asleep for very long.

Chishiya decided now was a good time to pull away, since she had calmed down significantly compared to a few minutes ago. But the second Y/n felt him trying to leave she only clasped on tighter, hiccups increasing and her glossy eyes were signs to oncoming tears.

He paused, now not knowing what to do since apparently he wasn’t allowed to leave. However, he needed to continue with the weapon he was working on. It was the second version of the first weapon he’d made with this idea in mind. The first one failed to work properly, melting parts of it in the process. So now he had to scavenge other parts to hopefully make a successful one this time.

He sighed something heavy. He didn’t have time to deal with a crying child at the moment. So now Chishiya decided. Tucking his hands under her arms he lifted her up, carrying her over to where he was working. It was obvious she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep alone due to her nightmare and now she wouldn’t let him leave her by herself. Regardless of him being only several feet from her.

He placed her down on the soft cushioned chair next to the desk, crouching slightly so she could release her arms from around his neck. As soon as she let go and he made to stand up she reached out with her hands and grabbed onto his hoodie, holding it gently but firmly, to make sure he didn’t just leave her.

He peered down at her, an irritated furrow to his brows. He was about to say something in response, his mouth had opened slightly to speak before he thought better of it. Merely getting started on his creation.

About ten or so minutes had passed. Chishiya was fully focused on the construction of the unauthorized weapon. Y/n comfortably sitting, watching in slight awe and intrigue at what he was doing. Her small hands were still holding onto his jacket, slackened now with the reassurance that he wasn’t disappearing anytime soon.

Gently tugging on his jacket to get his attention, Chishiya looked down to her in question. She pointed to the shirt she still wore for sleeping before looking back up at him. “You want to change?” Receiving a nod in reply he said, “Your clothes are on the chair over there, you can change in the bathroom again.”

Nodding again in acknowledgement, she gently scooted herself off of the chair, feet padding along to the bathroom. After using the toilet and washing her hands she dressed herself in her previous clothes. A basic long sleeved t-shirt with black overalls. Little polka dot socks on her feet. She put her shoes on as well, only a pair of trainers.

After hurrying out of the bathroom Y/n sat back in the chair, reaching up to gently hold his hoodie again. Another few minutes passed, Y/n back to watching what Chishiya was doing.

A few sturdy knocks broke through the peaceful quiet the two were existing in. Chishiya paused, tensing slightly with the sudden intrusion. The possibility of who could be behind the door alerting him. Y/n had startled in return, going back to tightened knuckles bundled up in the white hoodie.

“Hey! Chishiya, are you in there? It’s Kuina!” A voice had called out, following not far behind it was more knocking.

The man in question relaxed slightly, calling back after glancing down to Y/n. “Yeah, it’s open.”

Y/n could hear the door swing open followed by footsteps before a woman appeared in her view. She was rather tall, taller than Chishiya by at least half a head. Most likely aided by the heeled sandals she wore on her feet. A bright blue two piece swimming suit patterned with what looked like leaves in the colour white was adorned on her slim figure. Y/n thinks she was wearing two different styled bracelets on one wrist, the other was claimed by the beach's number tag.

A necklace was clasped around her neck, long dreads tied up high framed around her face. Light makeup was dusted across her cheeks and eyes. And what appeared to Y/n as a long stick was poking out from between her lips. The woman Y/n remembered as Kuina looked to be chewing on it unconsciously.

Kuina paused in her stride towards Chishiya, noticing rather quickly the smaller companion he now has with him. “Is that a child?” Her eyes were wide in exasperation. Hand coming up to take out the long stick, leaving her mouth agape in shock.

Chishiya had gone back to fiddling with the items at his desk before humming, responding after a breath, “She was in the game that I played last night. We were the only ones to have completed it.”

Kuina made a wounded noise in response, sympathy clear in her gaze while looking at the young girl. “She was all alone in a game? I can’t imagine being so young…” Her words trailed off. Either unsure of what she was going to say or not knowing how to complete it herself.

“She wasn’t alone.”

“Huh?” Now her expression portrayed confusion, turning her face to look at Chishiya. “Then how?-” He cut her question off with a call of her name.

“Kuina.” Pausing what he was doing, Chishiya turned to look down at the child now perched calmly on the chair. More relaxed after seeing their exchange. Her eyes were bloodshot still, a small frown lining her face.

Luckily Kuina seemed to understand what Chishiya was trying to say. As her sharp nod was all she gave in reply, brows slightly furrowed. Her gaze returned to the girl before she crouched down.

“Hey.” A gentle smile graced her face. “You probably heard, but I'm Kuina. What's your name?” It was silent for a few seconds. Y/n turning to look up at Chishiya before going back to Kuina, her eyes big.

He stepped in, “Her name is Y/n. She hasn’t spoken, not even in the game. She’s only communicated before with writing and brief sign language. I suspect she’s most likely mute.”

Y/n had started fiddling with Chishiya’s hoodie, shifting slightly on the seat, nerves beginning to get to her. Kuina only smiled in response to his words. Nodding again. “Well, It’s good I know a bit of sign language then!”

Chishiya’s brows furrowed slightly, “You do?”

She nods while humming, “I started learning some just in case I needed it to help my mother.”

At the mention of the word ‘mother’, Y/n’s eyes started to well up, lower lip beginning to quiver. A startled expression overcame Kuina’s face before exclaiming rapidly, “Oh no, it’s okay! Hey, I'm sorry,” She glanced at Chishiya, “I didn’t mean to.” Her eyebrows were now upturned in her worry.

Slow droplets began to trickle down Y/n’s cheeks, one of her hands coming up in the form of a fist to rub at her eyes. Gentle hiccups starting to bubble up in her chest. Chishiya and Kuina shared a look before she came forward. Hands came to gently pick the weeping child up, moving her so Kuina could sit in her place, bringing her back down on her lap.

Her small fist was still clenched in Chishiyas jacket, pausing briefly in the rubbing of her eye before leaning forward. Her arm went around Kuina's shoulder, resting her head on the other side. Small shushing and cooing sounds could be heard over the occasional hiccup. A hand had come up to rub at her back, the other cradling her head, much like her mother used to do when she was younger.

Eventually, exhaustion began to weigh down on her eyes again. Kuina began to rock her gently side to side. The soothing motion lulled her to pitiful sleep.

When Y/n began to wake up she was still nestled in Kuina’s hold. Tender brushes to the ends of her hair. They were both talking in hushed voices, trying to keep quiet to let her get as much rest as she needed.

Cracking her eyes open, the first person to notice she was awake was Chishiya. After catching her eye he lifted his hand in a small wave. In return she lifted her hand, now detached from his hoodie, and waved back. A small twitch to his lips with a little smile was her response.

“Is the little flower awake now?” Kuina spoke up. A tiny yawn escaped Y/n before nodding her head in response, trying as best as she could to snuggle back into Kuinas shoulder. A light laugh was heard. “Don’t you want to get some breakfast? You must be hungry right?”

At this the girl perked up, lifting her head from its perch. A bright grin was visible on Kuinas face, “Alright then! Let’s go get some breakfast!” Shuffling down from her lap Y/n stretched out her arms, rubbing the side of her arm over her eyes to help wake herself up a bit more.

Kuina had gotten up from behind her, stretching as well before starting to make her way to the door. Y/n turned to Chishiya, reaching up to hold his hand and gently tug on his arm. He raised his eyebrows in response. Kuina paused to witness what was happening. “It looks like she wants you to come with us, huh?”

He sighed, looking down at the girl who was gazing back up at him, tugging again on his hand as she started to shuffle her way towards Kuina. “Alright then. Let’s go.” He began to walk with her. All of them making their way out of the room.

They walked down the hallway, Y/n in the middle with Kuina on her left and Chishiya on her right. She had let go of his hand, huddled back against his side again, but this time fiddling with her shirt. After noticing the lack of people in the hallways Y/n had eased up somewhat, her head no longer dipped like before. Kuina spoke soon after, “It’s really early right now, so a lot of people are still sleeping. Which means we get first picks!”

“They won’t be for much longer with all the noise you're making.”

“You’re just grumpy.”

Chishiya merely hummed in reply.

A minuscule smile graced Y/n’s face as they spoke. The familiarity between them was comforting to her. When they got to the elevator they descended to the ground floor. Making their way to where she guessed the food was. Kuina was right, there was barely anyone around. The music she’d heard briefly last night wasn’t there and she’d maybe seen two or three people altogether since stepping out of the room.

They passed through a long corridor, the same look and style as anywhere else in the building, to a wide open space. Counters were lined up on one side of the room, behind them Y/n guessed that the kitchens were there. The steam emitted from that area was a tell-tale sign.

A multitude of tables and chairs were paired together, all dotted amongst the space available. She could even spot some sofas surrounding small coffee tables as well. Large doors, which were located on the opposite side of the floor, were closed. It looked like they led to what appeared to be a patio, conservatory? The walls were made out of glass, showing off the foliage around the area outside. At the moment though there wasn't much to see as the sky was still dark, no stars visible this time.

They moved towards the counter and now Y/n could smell the aromas of all kinds of food. Kuina handed her a plate, taking it with both hands. She stood up on her tiptoes, peeking over the counter to see what she could find.

The first thing to greet her were some scrambled eggs. Where did they even get eggs from? The thought quickly faded, only grateful that they were there in the first place. Further down the line she could spot sausages, bacon, pancakes, some bowls of different fruits and little packets of cake. There wasn’t much of the food that was out, it was still being prepared in the kitchens, and some of the available spaces for different foods weren’t filled either.

Maybe they’re filled for dinner?

“Get whatever you want! Everything's available!” Kuina said. Y/n looked up to her with a smile, and after looking at Chishiya, who nodded, she eagerly began to scoop some scrambled eggs onto her plate.

Kuina merely laughed before joining in gathering some of the foods she wanted. Chishiya waited until Y/n was done to gather some eggs for himself. Moving down the line Y/n picked out a sausage and two pancakes. There was even some syrup for them on the side. She reached up as best she could, pouring a small amount onto each pancake before placing it back down.

She then headed to the fruit bowls. Looking in them she saw one was watermelon, another grapes, strawberries and the last one was a mix of all three. Trying to reach her favourite bowl it barely skimmed her fingers making her unable to get the fruit she wanted. A small frown began to line her face, eyebrows down turning in her struggle to still reach the bowl of fruit.

An amused huff reached her ears before a hand came and retrieved the fruit she wanted. “Let’s go sit down.” Chishiya spoke, making his way over to the table Kuina had already sat down at. Y/n followed narrowly behind, both hands carrying her plate before placing it down in a seat between the two of them.

Chishiya placed the fruit next to her plate. Y/n looked back up to him after climbing onto her chair, a shy smile on her face before miming the sign for ‘thank you’. Eyebrows raised, he turned to Kuina. “I take it that means ‘thank you’?”

She nodded her head in reply, mouth already full with her choice of food. Chishiya looked back to the girl, nodding once before saying, “Eat up.” Y/n obliged, swinging her legs happily under the table as she ate. Having food as fresh as this was almost too good to be true. It had been so long since she had pancakes and syrup. Too long in her opinion.

After they had all eaten, Chishiya and Kuina making brief talk in between bites, Y/n leaned back in her seat. She was completely stuffed, having the most she’d eaten for a while now, still trying to eat one last piece of fruit.

Chishiya reached forward, moving the bowl away from her, “That’s enough now. You’re going to be sick if you keep eating.” She pouted at him, sad about her fruit being taken away but agreeing because she did in fact, not want to be sick.

Kuina cooed, saying, “It’s okay, you can have more fruit tomorrow, right Chishiya?” He nodded in reply as she continued speaking, “They might even have toast tomorrow, and sometimes they serve it with jam.” Her voice was bright and cheery, happy after having a warm meal.

“We should make our way back to our rooms, before people begin to actually wake up.” Chishiya spoke up.

Kuina nodded in agreement before calling out, “Hey, Chishiya, where is Y/n’s wristband? She doesn’t have one on.”

“She’s receiving one later today. Although I might need to speak to Hatter about it.” Kuina hummed, seeming in thought for a moment before standing up. “Right! I’ll be off then! I’m going to get some sleep.” She crouched down in front of Y/n, “It was lovely to meet you, Y/n.” A kind smile on her lips.

Y/n turned red, not used to so much forward attention from someone that was especially kind. Ducking her head while nodding, a shy smile present again on her face. Kuina grinned, cooing one last time before saying her goodbyes, taking her plate with her as she walked off.

Chishiya sighed, standing up not long after, Y/n following suit. They both took their plates, scraping off the remains into a close bin before depositing the now empty plates, bowls and utensils in empty buckets. All labelled and ready to be collected for washing up.

Y/n stayed close to Chishiya’s side again, this time keeping one hand on his hoodie as a few more people were milling about than before. After making their way back to the room she let go of his hoodie, taking off her shoes and placing them neatly by the door.

She stood for a second, watching as Chishiya made his way to the desk, digging around before pulling a few items out. “Here. You can draw with these.” He moved out of the way, making his way into the bathroom after gathering a few other things and shutting the door.

Y/n made her way over, climbing back onto the chair, briefly hearing the shower turn on in the background. Her nightmare from earlier was forgotten for the time being. Sent away, only for it to come back later. After pulling the few scraps of paper and a pen closer to her, she began to draw.

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a.n.: this is a very self indulgent blurb about the local metalhead I've been obsessed with after ending ST. Call me a basic bitch if you want, Eddie's the coolest.

First person perspective; use of Y/N, Henderson!Reader; GN!Reader; Reader and Eddie are childhood friends; Reader is Eddie's age (20); Eddie and Chrissy survived, Vecna didn't (because fuck'im dried grape looking mf); mentions of puking; mentions of violence; fluff; slight angst; English not my first language; first time writing for Eddie, might be OOC.

word count: 4.2k

High School dances and second chances.

Some people say falling in love is hard. Aerosmith even says it's bad on the knees.

I don't know. I mean, if I recall correctly, I've only been in love once before and I never truly thought it was hard.

Maybe it's just because Eddie's easy to love. Despite what literally everyone else says, he's the easiest person to love I ever had the pleasure of meeting.

I mean, c'mon– for this feeling to have lasted all the way from 6th grade to his third senior year of high school, it couldn't have been hard.

And yet...

"It's not worth it, it's all I'm saying!"

"How it wouldn't be worth it? The worst thing that could happen is Jason will try to knock your brains out–"

"And we all know that Jason doesn't stand a chance to your personal bodyguard," I use the can of Pepsi on my hand to gesture at myself. "yours truly."

Dustin nods to my words, eyes wide as he looks between me and a surprisingly awkward Eddie.

"See! It'll be easy! Just- ripping off a bandaid!"

"You two really are siblings, huh?" He grumbles, sending me and Dustin the same done look. Dustin sputters, trying to explain himself, but my lips just curl into a familiar shit-eating grin.

"What can I say? Simplicity runs in the family."

And, to some degree, it does. Or maybe Dustin just spends way too much time with me and it's slowly catching onto my motto: "why overcomplicate things?"

Eddie sighs, glancing over his shoulder to the subject of our conversation. Chrissy Cunningham, cheerleader and queen of Hawkins High. One of the sweetest girls I've ever seen, even as she cried when I held her hair out of her face, the toilet in front of her smelling of stomach acid.

You see, while I've been in love with Eddie for most of my lifetime on this god forsaken world, Eddie has been on the same dilemma. Only this time, it was worse (or better, depending who you ask).

He's been in love with Chrissy, but instead of following my example and being her best friend, he's barely spoken two words to her, especially after the Vecna accident.

I never truly understood how that worked. Maybe it's because his situation is so different, and yet so similar, to mine. How could he love someone without speaking to them? Being their friend? Hell, how could he be even attracted to them? It's mind boggling to me.

But hey, who am I to judge? I'm way too enthralled in the process to make a fair judgement anyway. They'd revoke my law-license.

As my thoughts drifted for a second, my eyes lost in the way his bangs brushed over his eyebrows, he and Dustin keep talking in low voices.

"Dude, even if she doesn't outright laugh at me, she probably doesn't even want to look at me!"

"That's even better! That means she'll won't even remember it if you guys bump into each other again!"

"He has a point." I break out of my silence, not even noticing what I'm doing until I'm setting a cigarette between my lips. "It's literally just a high school dance. Which you ditched, twice, the last two years you didn't graduate."

My smile turns soft at the corners– because this time he did. I'm so damn proud of him.

"Point is: the worst that could happen is she'll softly turn you down. Chrissy is one of the sweetest girls I know, she won't be a bitch about it."

"Language!" Dustin extands a hand out and I grumble as I hand him a dollar. Eddie doesn't even blink at the interaction, already so used to the Henderson siblings he's not even fazed anymore. Instead, he just sighs.

"Yeah, yeah, I know... It's just–" He stuffs his face into his hands, grumbling and huffing like a child.

Cute.

Breathing in the cigarette smoke, I jump from my seat by the bleachers and walk over to Eddie. My hand finds his shoulder, squeezing for half a second, and I can only hope he can feel the warmth and care and love I have for him right now.

"Eddie."

He raises his eyes, beautiful soulful brown eyes that remind me of hot chocolate and fall, and for a long moment we just stare at each other. After that, a soft smile blooms at my lips, and he relants.

"Ugh, fine."

"Atta boy." I pat his back, chuckling as he sends me a look. Dustin let's out a sigh of relief, just happy to have this conversation over with.

It's easier for him, the person he loves loves him back, after all... Even if she's hundreds of miles away.

(I remind myself to recheck if Suzie's plane ticket is confirmed when I get home. Don't want the surprise for his birthday to be cancelled.)

On the first opportunity of getting out of this conversation, Dustin dips, saying he's gonna check out with the guy's and talk later. Soon, it's just me and Eddie by the empty gym, cigarette smoke twirling between us.

"Man..." He chuckles, passing a hand through his beautiful hair. "I can't believe I'm getting nervous about going to prom."

"I just can't believe you're going to prom. Honestly not that impressed you're nervous." And he rolls his eyes dramatically as we take our seats again.

"Oh yes, because you never were nervous before."

"And I never was." I lie through my teeth, a bad habit I've been developing the last few years.

I make a point of not mentioning how I always grow nervous to leave Hawkins to college. How I always get nervous when I come back, thinking this it'll be the time he found someone to replace my spot on his life. I mean, it isn't that hard, right? I'm just his best friend, I'm not that special. There's probably hundreds of people that would make an even better job at it than me.

"Never? In your whole entire life?" His voice both snaps me to reality and sinks me deeper into my self deprecation. I just chuckle, shaking my head with the cigarette on my lips.

"Nope."

"Not even when I almost killed your character last session?"

"Not even then."

"What about in that one presentation in sophomore year? Or when you were applying for that fancy-schamcy university of yours?"

"Nah."

He sputters, shocked. Because yeah, I'm not lying.

Because, even if the character I played all through high school died, even if my presentation sucked, even if I didn't get to the college of my dreams- he would still be my Eddie.

Now? Now I'm not so sure.

We stay silent for a while, at least until the burning of the cigarette reaches the filter and it burns my fingertips. When he breaks the silence, I almost don't notice, too deep in my own head.

"What's up with you today?"

"Hm?"

"See? That! You're so out of it!" He scoots closer to my side, pressing his legs against mine, shoulder against mine, until I can't sense nothing but him.

I wished he would do that more often.

"I'm just tired. Driving for two hours after spending a whole day in a cold ass college classroom ain't that fun, you know?"

"You're not, tho. I know you, dude, maybe more than you know yourself."

A bitter chuckle leaves my lips before I can hold it and Eddie's big, expressive and hypnotic eyes express his confusion way too well.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing, just..." I trail off, not sure what to say. He doesn't give me the time to think.

"What, you're saying I don't know you? After spending a good portion of my life with you? You think I'm that dumb?"

"I never said that, Eddie." I send him a look, one that not even I can explain. It's dark, it's piercing, it's... It's just pitiful. "Stop putting words in my mouth."

"Well it's not like you're giving me much to work with!" He groans, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest, tattoos shifting on his skin. I have to stuff my own hands in my pockets to not trace over them with my fingertips. "You've been distant."

"Have I?" I mumble, still not sure what to say so I just fiddle with the broken lid of the old Pepsi can. He takes the it away from my fingers, forcing me to look at him.

"Yes. You have." He spits out, hand on my shoulder, eyes piercing into mine. Maybe if I was stronger I could return the look, but... I'm... "Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"Talk to me. Please."

"Eddie–"

"Please."

I let out a shuddering breath, pressing my face into my hands.

"I don't know... I don't... I can't..."

He pulls me to him, until I'm not beside him but in front of him. I can't hide, not when I feel like my limbs weigh a thousand.

"Then try."

...

Words...

God, why must I have to talk? Why can't I just... Show? Like, having powers like El and being able to just project my feelings for him to see? it would be so much easier. Show something I could never put truly into words.

But haven't I been doing exactly that for the last 9 years of our lives?

I take a deep breath, eyes stinging a little.

"I'm..." My tongue feels like it's made of lead, spit feeling like acid on my lips. And I just groan out the next words. "I feel... Bad."

"...Ok. That's a start." He nods eagerly, squeezing my shoulders in a sort of awkward encouragement. "Bad for what? Did I do something wrong? Is it something from college? Family?"

"No, no- you didn't do anything." Which is only half a lie. I rub a hand down my forehead, hair falling over my eyes as I let out a heavy sigh. "It's just... This prom thing, it... It feels bad."

"Why does it feel bad?" He asks, more directly this time. Soulful brown eyes, confused. I have to turn away from them to not get lost in my train of thought.

"I don't... I'm not sure. Maybe I'm just... Regretful?"

"What? Why would you be regretful?" He keeps pushing, keeps asking, knowing me well enough I'll probably just run into a wall of jumbled up feelings and words if he stops. This guy truly knows me too much. "You had a good time at your prom night, didn't you?"

"I mean... Yeah?" I scratch the back of my head, sighing. Yeah, I did have a good time on my own prom, about three years ago. So why does the thought of him having that same fun makes my chest burn?

...

Oh.

Oh, shit.

It's because he didn't go with me.

Like he could physically see the lightbulb turn on behind my eyes, Eddie lifts an eyebrow.

"So? What's the problem?"

I bite the inside of my cheek, looking desperately for an excuse. I don't want to come out as clingy, much less jealous. I hate hate hate feeling jealous, possessive. I hate it. I don't-

"Y/N?"

"It's just–" He won't let me think of a lie. That little shit. Instead I sigh, passing a hand through my hair and looking away. "I don't know. It feels funny thinking you'll actually go this year."

And I let the half sentence linger in the air, while the last part sits just beneath my tongue: when you didn't go with me when I invited you.

"And that makes you feel... Bad? Why? That... Doesn't make any sense." He frowns, like he senses there's something I'm not telling yet. Damn him.

"Yeah, I know it doesn't." I shrug, bitting my tongue and leaning back against the bleachers seats. My arms are crossed over my chest, ankles crossed as well with my eyes staring up at the ceiling. Closed off. Distant.

If he knew me for any less time, he probably would've backed off, but sadly for me–

Suddenly I feel him leave my side, getting up from his seat, then walking to stand directly in front of me.

"Y/N. C'mon."

My normally nonchalant and relaxed expression feels way too heavy right now, my eyes shifting to look at his beat up boots with mismatched laces.

"I... Just..." I groan, passing a hand through my hair again but tugging on it like I'm trying to get my head in the game. "Promise you won't laugh. Or hate me."

He's way too used to my need for reassurance. Eddie leans down, until he's face to face with me despite the fact I'm still sat. There's that damned smirk on his lips, the one that makes me want to play with his hair and–

"I promise, I won't hate you. I must've told you that, like, a hundred times now."

"...Just... Just making sure." I clear my throat, flushing a little in embarrassment... Before letting out a sigh.

"I'm... I feel bad because... I... I'm not sure how to explain it." I play with my rings, shaking my head like a snow globe, hoping the new perspective will help. "Uhh... Remember when I graduated? 2, 3 years ago?"

"Yeah? What of it?"

"Remember I asked you to go to prom with me?" Surprisingly, his eyes light up a little, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. So soft, so beautiful and so damn easy to fall in love with. Damn him.

"Yeah, I do. You made a whole corny ass prom-posal thing, made me go on a treasure hunt and everything."

"God, don't even talk about it." I flush harder, feeling even more embarrassed. God please just take me out. He frowns at my reaction, crossing his arms.

"What? I thought it was cute."

"Yeah, yeah, if you say so..." A grumble leaves my lips, just wanting to get to the roots of this conversation. Just get it done and over with so I can get back to loving him silently. "Point is, back then, I was actually kinda excited. I knew you didn't graduate that year, but I thought 'hey what's funnier than not passing but going to the party anyways?'. I made all these plans where we would go around playing pranks on people, wanting to make you feel excited for something but..."

I close my hands, breathing slowly.

"You backed out."

There's an unintentional dramatic pause, where I try to get used to this sense of vulnerability. It feels excruciating, like he's picking me apart with those beautiful eyes of his.

"And I understood, because of course I did. It made sense, I guess it would've been too painful. I really didn't, and still don't, hold it against you, I just..."

Looking for any kind of comfort on this awkward and vulnerable situation, I bring my knees against my chest, almost mumbling my next words.

"I just... Kinda wished we could've gone together, I guess."

And another beat of silence.

My skin tingles with the feeling of his presence a feet away from me, the way I can feel his eyes boring into my head as I nuzzle deeper into myself. I kinda feel like an armadillo right now. Or those little insects that turn into balls– what were their names again? Maybe I should make them my next tattoo.

Before I can let myself drift away, I feel him move.

He takes a step forward, crouching to meet my eyes. He looks so... Soft. I mean, he always has a certain tenderness to him, but this is... It makes my heart melt and race at the same time.

God damnit, Eddie.

"You actually wanted to go to prom with me?" He looks so sweet asking that, the vulnerability in his eyes matching mine. I chuckle, his question making me frown in confusion.

"Yes? Duh?? I thought going through all the work of setting up a chessy treasure hunt would be clear enough, dude."

"No, but–" It's his turn to let out a small laugh, eyes boring into mine like it's the first time he's ever seeing me. "I thought I was just... A pity invite. Like you were trying to make me feel better by inviting me instead of going with someone you actually wanted to go and dance and be cheesy with."

The sheer thought makes me pause, the confusion and disbelief he would ever think that making me feel a whole less awkward about my little moment of openness.

I set my knees back down, frowning at nothing in particular before a confused giggle leaves my lips. My eyes finally turn back to his, and it's like a spark of fire flies up in that.

"What??? Dude, no??? I genuinely wanted to go with you! I was looking for matching suits and everything!"

The confession would probably make me blush at some other point, but I just laugh right now– not noticing the way his own eyes widened and cheeks turn warm.

"Plus, who else would I invite?? You were the only person I remotely liked at that point in high school, and not only that you were– you are my best friend! I wouldn't want anyone else!"

WOW OK– Back off a little, Y/N, we're going a bit too much into the too-honest category. Slowly back away into besties again, or else he'll finally catch on the fact you've been in love with him for a good portion of your life. Beep beep beep–

He doesn't give me that chance.

Before I know what's happening, his hand is on mine and he's pulling me off the bleachers and to him– but we fall onto the shiny floor of Hawkins High gym.

He doesn't seem to mind the fact I'm crushing him a little, right now. All I can feel is his face on the crook of my neck, arms around my shoulders with our legs tangled together.

"Jesus– A warning, Eds–"

"I love you."

...

what

My mouth moves before my brain does.

"I love you too."

And for the first time, I'm thankful for that.

Because, after the split second of panic, I let out a melancholic chuckle, nuzzling into his hair.

He loves me, like a best friend does to the other.

Not like I do.

Not like Orpheus loved Eurydice, not like Darcy loved Elizabeth.

Not like I do to him.

And I've made my peace with that, so I just hug him back, feeling my heart break and race at the same time.

"No, Y/N–" He pushes me off of him, just enough so he can look at me. I have to plant my forearms by the side of his head to not fall off. He looks so pretty beneath me like this, hair sprawled around like a halo, cheeks stretched into the smile I fell for. "You don't have any idea how much that meant to me. I'm serious."

"Well, it's the truth." A soft chuckle leaves me, and I shrug. "You're literally the only one I want to go to prom with, why'd you think I ended up going alone?"

"What, you didn't had a backup date?"

"What?? No, I didn't have a "backup date", ew. What I mean is I did have offers, you know? A few people asked me to prom."

"What! You– You never told me that!" He grabs me by the shoulders, and if I wasn't planted so firmly over him, he might have shook me like trying to get me back to my senses. "How could you never tell me that, Henderson! I'm your best friend, God damnit!"

"I didn't think it was that important!"

"How could you think it wasn't?! It's a big damn deal someone tried to take you away from me!"

God damnit Eddie stop saying stuff like that-

"No one could ever take me away from you, you know that."

...Maybe I need to stop saying stuff like that.

"Yeah, but still! Who was it?? Was it someone I know?"

"Does it matter? They already graduated! We probably don't even recognize them anymore!" I can't help but laugh, chuckling as my hair falls around my face like a shaggy curtain. "Plus, it's not like it's gonna make a difference, the guy I actually wanted to go with didn't go with me."

He stops at that, hands weakening their hold on my shoulders. I immediately regret saying that.

"Oh. Right, yeah. I'm..."

"Eddie, hey, it's fine." I immediately jump up to reassure him, shaking my head and sending him a soft smile. "I really don't blame you for not going. Like I said, it must have been a bitch to not pass then have to go to prom. Really, I get it."

"I mean, yeah, but..." He looks away from me, tilting his head to the side. His bangs shift, hiding one of his eyes. "You were so excited. I never thought I would see you happy to go to a dance, much less a school one."

A puff of a laugh leaves my lips. My arms are starting to hurt from holding myself up like this.

"Yeah, it was a surprise to me too. But hey, it's fine, it's in the past. I had my turn at prom, now it's yours! And you're going with Chrissy!"

I mean, he didn't invite her yet, but– C'mon, who could say no to those eyes?

Weirdly, he grimaces at my words, almost flinching at the mention of the cheerleader's name.

"Yeah... Chrissy."

I tilt my head to the side, frowning, probably looking like a confused puppy in his perspective.

"You still nervous about inviting her?"

"No, it's not that."

"Well then, what is?" He glances back to me, before hiding further into his hair. Even with my shoulders straining from effort, I gently raise one of my hands and brush his bangs away from his eyes. His skin feels weirdly warm beneath my fingers. "C'mon, Eds, talk to me."

It's rare seeing him like this and it's eating me up inside. Normally I'm the first person he runs to for help, the first that gets him out of trouble– like when I helped him get Chrissy back to normal and out of Vecna's clutches, or when he had to hide in a boathouse for days when he was accused of assaulting her and breaking both her legs (despite her claims of his innocence.). I refused to leave his side for more than 10 minutes and got fiercely protective when we came back from the Upside down.

Honestly I have no idea how he didn't catch on the fact I'm in love with him in all that time. Steve kept saying I looked like a feral guard dog everytime anyone got remotely close to him.

"I... Just realized something." He mumbles, effectively waking me up from my wondering. Slowly, gently, he pushes me back and sits up. Still not meeting my gaze.

"What is it?" I give him space, despite the fact all I want is to hold him down again and force his eyes to look at mine. I feel like I'm drowning in worry at this point. Damnit, I shouldn't have said anything about prom. Or about Chrissy. Or– I don't know, maybe I shouldn't have ever opened my mouth. I was never good with words.

"I, uh..." He fiddles with his own fingers for a moment, before freezing. Suddenly, a smile opens at his lips–

And he raises his head, eyes finally on mine.

And it takes my breath away.

"I just got an idea."

Oh boy, here we go.

"Nothing good ever came out of those five words before."

"Oh, but that's where your wrong, my dearest angel!" He almost jumps up from the ground, looking absolutely ecstatic. "I just had the best realization of my life! I don't think I've ever had a better idea!"

Without even asking, he pulls me up- with enough force to slam my face into his collarbone.

"Ow–"

"Point is–Sorry– I need to go. Gotta a lot of planning ahead of me!" He practically giggles, pressing a kiss to the crown of my hair and skipping off into the gyms exit.

All I can do is watch him. Watch his messy and unruly hair disappear behind those doors, his smirk and excitement the last thing I see before he finally runs off to do... Something?

I must have stayed there, frozen, for at least half a minute, just staring at the void with our conversation rerolling on my head.

"What the hell just happened?" My voice echoes back to me and the gym suddenly feels a lot bigger.

With a confused but half amused sigh, I grab my bag and empty can of Pepsi off the ground and slowly leave the school.

Well, whatever that was, at least he looks excited. For me that's all that matters.

A soft, but slightly sad, smile crawls up my lips at that thought.

It's funny how many times I say those words to myself. "As long as he's happy." And it's surprising how many times I actually mean it.

A lot of people say one of the worst pains is unrequited love, that one sided pining that can last years and years.

I don't know. I honestly kinda like it.

This feeling.

It's like playing super spy, like I used to play with Dustin and the kids when we were younger. I know a secret no one else does– or at least he doesn't. It's fun. It hurts, sure, but it's fun. It's playful and fun and easy.

Easy like loving him.

And when I say I'm content of just being by his side, even if he doesn't see me the way I see him...

I mean it.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things x reader #reader insert #hmmm i feel so damn cringey for posting this tbh but I'm also so proud of it #actually had a lot of fun writing this #like a lot of fun #hope y'all five people still in the stranger things fandom like it #+++ late tag:#HD&SC #trash's writing tag o/

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