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farfaras · 11 months

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Steddie week. Day 3: First kiss. 1.4k words. Ao3 link.

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Yeah, they’re absolutely, 100 percent, morons. Like, who even is this stupid? Steve thinks that ever since facing off an evil wizard with interdimensional powers, they do not have a sense of preservation or survival when it comes to actual normal human beings.

They just wanted to have dinner! Honestly Eddie hasn’t had much trouble with people, the story that was put out made him look like a hero (which Steve is glad for, because he is) and the town believed it like they’ve believed everything since 1983.

But these fucking jocks will not leave Eddie alone. Steve is tired of this, he can’t even imagine the exhaustion that Eddie feels.

When they approached them Steve knew that it was going to be a little bit harder to get out of than the other times. There were 5 of them, and just Steve and Eddie. When it’s just one or two, Steve can usually just scare them off with a glare and a name drop.

And Eddie.

He’s an idiot.

An idiot!

Since the whole thing he pulled in the upside down, they’ve had talks. About how he’s not a coward. He’s brave and he doesn’t need to prove anything. Sometimes running is okay. Sometimes running is the only option.

But he still has trouble believing it sometimes.

Steve is patient and understanding. Robin has said many times how people have a process.

He just wishes Eddie didn’t have to live his process right at moments like these!

He loves Eddie (wait, hold on, what?), but he can be somewhat impulsive and unpredictable. Steve was hoping that while he was defusing and excusing themselves, Eddie would follow his lead. Well, wrong.

He doesn’t even know what happened! One moment he was talking and the next they’re running away from some soda splashed jocks. Oh come on, Eddie.

Robin sometimes jokes about him and Eddie being the kids’ co-parents. The kids find it funny, for some reason. Dustin calls them both dad and Mike likes to call Steve mom as if that would bother him.

But right now, Eddie doesn’t feel like a co-parent as much as he feels like another goddamn kid. Always the babysitter.

So now, they’re running from 5 guys who are pissed. And sticky.

“Why the hell did you do that?!” Steve is almost hysterical.

“I panicked! They’re so many!” Eddie is panting, and he doesn’t know how much more he’s gonna be able to keep running.

“So throwing drinks at them was your solution?!” Steve is talking a big game, but in an alternative universe, he’s probably the one who threw the drinks.

“Better than what you were doing!” Eddie argues.

“I was doing just fine!” He was! Steve was gonna get them out of there. Unscathed. He had to. That’s what he’s for.

“Words weren’t gonna stop ‘em.” True, but at least they could’ve walked out or ran, before they were pissed.

“Well I hardly see anything that could stop them now!” They take a turn so they have some time to think of something while the jocks catch up. But like Steve said there’s nothing that can help them here.

There’s some stores. And an alley in the middle of a clothing and a pet store. Eddie grabs his hand and guides them towards the clothing store. “Come on, follow my lead.”

There’s some mannequins in front of the store, Eddie takes a long dark coat off the mannequin. “What are you doing?” Steve asks.

“Shh.” Eddie just shushes him. He shushes him! What is he on?

“Wha- don’t you shush me!” He whisper yells with not a very convincing anger in his voice.

“Stop asking questions and just do what I say!” Eddie requests. Which is kind of a lot to ask considering he’s the one who worsened the situation. “I got us into this and I’ll get us out.” Huh. Steve thinks that’s fair, but he’s still hesitant.

“But I don’t know what we’re doing.” Steve doesn’t like that.

“Me neither. But it’s better than nothing.” Steve thinks Eddie kinda lives by that philosophy. Does he have that one on that doctrine he came up with?

What’s the difference between philosophy and doctrine? Huh. Wait, no sidetracking. Steve, focus! You’re both in danger.

Eddie puts the coat on, it’s so long it covers most of his legs. He also grabs the beanie and jacket that were on the other mannequin and puts it on Steve. “What’s this even gonna do?”

“I told you to stop asking questions!” Eddie’s eyes look wild.

“Sorry.” Steve’s sure Eddie is scared right now, but he does a good job of hiding it.

Eddie takes his hand and they run to the alley. Who has a dead end. Shit. They hear the voices turning the corner. Fuck, they’re gonna come across the alley anytime now.

Eddie turns to him and backs him into a corner. “Kiss me.”

Well. Steve couldn’t have heard that right. He shakes his head. “What?”

Eddie turns his back on the entrance of the alley. It’s kinda dark and they’re all the way to the back. “Now! They’re coming!” Eddie demands.

Eddie doesn’t give him much time to answer or even come up with something to say. Suddenly there are lips pressed to his. Eddie swallows any sound of surprise he might’ve been about to make. Eddie’s hands are on his chest and Steve finds himself putting his hands on Eddie’s waist and pulling him closer, as if he’s acting on instinct. There’s footsteps, voices, they seem to stop in front of the entrance. Steve doesn’t exactly know what they’re doing because he’s closed his eyes. They mutter something, god knows what, and then they go on their way. Looking for them somewhere else.

However, they don’t stop kissing when they’re gone. In fact, Steve hugs Eddie’s waist now, pulling them chest to chest while Eddie’s hands move to his face. They pull apart just to catch a single breath before going back in. Huh, now they’re just making out. Steve can call it what it is. He doesn’t know what Eddie is doing with his tongue, but he’s not complaining at all.

“I- um.” Eddie tries to step back but his embrace is strong. “My long hair.”

“Your…?” Steve’s brain isn’t computing much right now.

“From their point of view, it-“ Eddie inhales deeply. “It probably looked like a girl and a guy kissing.” Oh. Oh, Steve is so stupid. “Plus this coat almost looks like a dress.”

“Yeah, no, that’s- you-“ God, can he not even form sentences anymore? “Good thinking.” If he could, Steve would facepalm right now.

“They’re gone now.” Eddie nods.

“They sure are.” Steve confirms. Doesn’t really know what else to do.

Eddie looks around, and then directly at his eyes. That’s intense. “You can let me go now.”

He can let him go now. Eddie’s hands have moved to his shoulders, probably not knowing where else to put them.

He could let him go, now. They could go back to their respective places. And move on like this was another normal day for them.

He could do that.

Or.

Or he could confront this. Confront this thing that’s been going on between them for, in Steve’s humble opinion, far too long. He was scared before. He still is, but it doesn’t feel like something he can’t conquer, now. So he makes the decision. He’s not running away from this anymore. Even if sometimes that’s all you can do, that’s not the case here. He could be doing so much more. They could be doing so much more.

“No.” Steve says. And it’s said with finality.

Eddie looks confused. “What? What do you mean?”

“I won’t let you go.” He shrugs. They’re still holding on to each other. “I like you too much for that.”

“What are you saying?”

“Exactly what you heard. I like you.” He leans in. He waits for Eddie to back off, show any type of discomfort or rejection on his face. But there’s nothing like that. “Can I kiss you again?”

A gasp comes out. Eddie nods. “Yes.” It’s whispered and if they weren’t so close he might’ve never heard it.

This one is more gentle. Slow and soft. Almost lazy, like they don’t need to rush because they know they’re gonna get to this again. And again.

“I like you too.” Eddie rests his forehead to his.

Steve smiles at him, and when Eddie smiles back he knows. He knows that he’s gonna fall so hard. He kinda already has.

#it’s still the 24th here folks #i am NOT late #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #mer writes sometimes #ficlet #steddieweek2023 #steddieweekprompts

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

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Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chrissy was nervous. Today was her first day back at school since it all happened. It was an entire month of bed rest, healing, and trips to the lab to be prodded by the doctors who took over Hawkins Lab. Will had already gone back to school since he wasn't as messed up as she was. Her black eye had healed, but the claw mark that ran through her eyebrow and over her cheek would always be there to remind her. As well as the scar on her stomach and her leg. At least she can still cheer and play softball.

"Chrissy, honey, there's a phone call for you," Claudia said, popping her head into her room.

"When did the phone ring?" Chrissy asked as she headed into the living room to pick up the phone. "Hello?"

"Lady Henderson!" Argyle's voice yelled from the receiver.

"Argy!" Chrissy exclaimed happily.

"Hey, figured I would send you some positive energy your way since it's your first day and all," Argyle said.

"Thank you," Chrissy said and sighed. "I wish you were here with me."

"Yeah, man, me too, but Mama insists I finish out the school year," Argyle said and paused. "I just think she's having a hard time letting go of the house. I keep telling her it's not the house that makes the home but the people in it."

"That's actually nice," Chrissy said. "You know, Jonathan wishes you were coming to school with us this year too. I think he's more eager than I am to see you."

"Yeah, the dude's a good egg," Argyle said casually. "Dude's riddled with anxiety, though. He's like one of those trembling chihuahuas."

"So, you think he needs someone like you to help calm him down?" Chrissy asked teasingly.

"Oh, yeah, definitely. A little purple palm tree delight could definitely help that boy out," Argyle said and sighed. "Oh, man, I feel the sudden urge to call Jonathan."

"Maybe you can catch him before he leaves. I need to finish getting ready, anyway," Chrissy said.

"Good luck, fair lady!" Argyle exclaimed.

Chrissy pulled a dark purple cardigan over her dark blue turtleneck and slipped on her shoes before letting her hair down. It made the scar less noticeable. A car honked outside, and she frowned. She looked outside and found Steve’s car waiting for her. Nancy. Chrissy smiled.

"Oh, Nancy called earlier and asked if you guys wanted a ride. Dusty already accepted," Claudia said.

Chrissy rolled her eyes affectionately. She gave her mom a hug and a kiss before letting her fuss over her. Dustin dragged her out the door as she was pulling on her jacket, holding her hand protectively.

"I don't even know why you're coming to school anyway," Dustin said. "It won't be long now before we're getting off for Christmas break."

"I just need to get out of the house, and I'm ready to go back," Chrissy said. "I'm going to be okay, Dustin."

"It's just that they're already going hard on Will with the whole Zombie boy thing, and now you have a nickname too," Dustin said.

"I can handle a few assholes, Dustin. You do remember what I survived, don't you?" Chrissy asked softly.

Ever since she came back from the Upside Down, both her mother and her brother had been awfully clingy to her. Overprotective was the word for it, which she understood. She had been clingy to them as well and with Will.

"I know," Dustin frowned.

Chrissy hugged him tightly before moving towards Steve’s car. Nancy was in the passenger's seat, and Robin was surprisingly in the back. Dustin slid into the middle seat beside Robin while Chrissy slid in next to him.

"Thanks for the ride," Chrissy said.

"No, problem," Steve said. "Nancy was worried about you."

"Just Nancy?" Chrissy asked.

"I mean, I was too, of course. I didn't want you to face those assholes without backup," Steve said.

"Is this how you got Robin to come?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh, no, me and Steve are best friends now. Platonic with a capital p," Robin said.

"Yeah, you would think they were twins instead of me and Robin," Nancy rolled her eyes.

"So, you're not worried that Robin's going to steal your boyfriend?" Dustin asked.

"No," Nancy, Steve, Robin, and Chrissy all laughed.

It was in that moment that Nancy, Steve, and Chrissy realized they all knew about Robin being a lesbian. They laughed again, leaving Dustin in the dark.

"Am I missing something?" Dustin asked.

"Yes, Dusty, but you have to be a higher level to unlock that secret," Chrissy said seriously.

"Oh, shit, how high?" Dusty asked. "And what level am I at right now?"

"Pretty low, little man, but I think you can get there," Robin said, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Okay, what creatures are we talking about here? What do I have to fight?" Dustin asked.

"Demogorgon," Robin shrugged. "Several of them."

"Okay, do I get the assistance of my party members?" Dustin asked.

"No, on your own," Robin said.

"Well, that's bullshit!" Dustin cursed.

"Chrissy never shuts up about how smart you are, I'm sure you can figure it out," Steve grinned.

"Thanks, Chrissy," Dustin said and leaned forward. "What's my strategy here, Steve?"

"You know, Nancy's pretty good at that too, you know," Steve said, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, Steve and Nancy, what's my strategy?" Dustin asked.

"Talk to Steve," Nancy said in amusement.

"Flirt with them," Steve said snapping his fingers.

"Oh, you would be one of those people. Just flirt with the monsters," Dustin said, rolling his eyes. "You're not allowed to play with us."

"Damn, just when I was working up the courage to ask you if I could," Steve said.

"Really?" Dustin asked eagerly.

"Yeah, no," he said with a smirk as Dustin huffed, sitting back.

Chrissy, Nancy, and Robin laughed as Dustin continued to argue with Steve. She always knew that Steve would get along great with her little brother. The arguing made the journey to school seemingly go by quickly. As soon as Chrissy stepped out of the car, a blurry figure rammed into her stomach and hugged her tightly. She laughed as she hugged Will back.

"Jeeze, Will, you almost ran her over," Jonathan said in amusement.

"I'm just really excited to see you," Will said. "I'm just happy you're back. Are you nervous?"

"A little," Chrissy said as Will pulled back. "I guess Argyle wasn't able to call you before you guys left."

"Damn, no, he was going to call?" Jonathan asked, his eyes lighting up, his cheeks pink.

"Yeah, this morning when he got off the phone with me," Chrissy said and laughed when Jonathan pouted.

"He won't stop talking about him," Will whispered, and Jonathan jabbed him in the side.

"Go on with Dustin to school, butthead," Jonathan said, rolling his eyes.

The group walked towards the school and tried parting through the crowds of students trying to escape the cold. It took a minute for Chrissy to realize that they were walking behind Eddie Munson. She smiled, and it was gone just as quick. Suddenly, Eddie slipped, falling backward in her direction. Chrissy managed to catch him in time but not without falling on her butt. Eddie looked up at her in surprise.

"Hi," Eddie said breathlessly. "I'm sorry."

"Are you apologizing for falling for me?" Chrissy asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, I mean no! Jesus, I'm sorry, but that's just cheesy for someone so. . .," Eddie trailed off, his cheeks pink.

"Someone so what?" She asked.

"You look familiar," Eddie said, squinting his eyes at her.

"Yeah?" She asked hopefully.

"Eddie," a boy with curly hair said, bursting through the crowd. "Why is Chrissy Henderson cradling you like a baby?"

"Oh, you're - OH SHIT!" Eddie screamed.

Suddenly, Eddie was flipping her over and cradling the back of her head. Now, he was on top of her, and an icicle had crashed to the ground near their heads. Their faces were so close together that Chrissy could feel his breath on her face.

"Awww, the witch and the freak!" Someone from the crowd exclaimed.

"A matchmade in hell!" Someone else hollered.

"Is that what they've been saying about me?" Chrissy asked.

"Sorry," Eddie muttered.

"I wonder what their babies would look like," someone cackled.

"A lot better than your parents'!" Steve snapped.

"Oh, damn," someone said. "I think he's saying you're ugly, Kenny."

"Yeah, thanks, I didn't get that."

"There's nothing to see here!" Steve exclaimed. "Get inside!"

Steve and Nancy quickly helped them up as the crowd started to dissipate.

"You saved me," Chrissy beamed at Eddie.

"You saved me first," Eddie winked. "See you around, Henderson."

He disappeared into the crowd with the curly haired boy. Chrissy watched the spot where he stood for a moment, grinning and blushing. She was startled out of it by the sound of someone clearing their throat. She looked over to find Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan looking at her.

"What?"

"So, when you guys inevitably have grandchildren, are you guys going to tell them about this moment?" Steve asked, and Jonathan laughed.

"Shut up, Steve," Chrissy said, but she was struggling not to laugh with him.

"So, is this crush on Eddie Munson new, or have you always known?" Nancy asked they walked inside.

"I do not have a crush," Chrissy rolled her eyes.

"Oh! Look! Eddie's coming this way!" Steve exclaimed.

"Where?!" Chrissy asked, peering over the crowd.

She stood back and glared at him as he laughed. She punched him in the shoulder.

"Asshole," Chrissy said.

"That was kind of evil, man," Jonathan smirked.

"No, that was fucking hilarious," Robin said as she high fived Steve.

"It was kind of funny," Nancy admitted.

"Okay, fine, fine. . .it all started in middle school. . ."

The first few periods, Chrissy was fine. The distraction of the lessons managed to get her through it. . .until it all started to slow down. She became more aware of the people surrounding her and the nickname that spilled from their lips. Chrissy the Witch. Apparently, the scar on her face wasn't enough for them to believe that she took on a bear with a knife and survived. She had to have used magic. Chrissy actually wasn't bothered by the nickname (it was actually cool), but it was the sounds of their voices and their close proximity. It was all so. . .overwhelming. She could feel everything and hear everything. She could hear ringing in her ears, and then for a moment, she was back there. . .back in the Upside Down. The hallways were covered in vines, the particles were swirling in the air, and a dark shape was moving towards her. A voice echoed in the darkness, calling her name. Suddenly, she was back in the real world, and someone dove at her, pretending to be a bear. She screamed and reacted quickly by slamming her fist in his face.

"You bitch!" Tommy Hagan cursed as he held his bloody nose.

Chrissy didn't even bother apologizing. She took off and found the nearest empty classroom. She entered and slammed the door behind her, locking it. Chrissy turned around and pressed her back to the door. She was in the science lab, and Eddie was sitting at one of the tables, a notebook in front of him. Eddie's mouth was open, looking comically surprised to see her.

"I broke Tommy Hagan's nose with my fist," Chrissy blurted out.

"What the fuck?!" Eddie exclaimed and then he laughed. "So, you punched him."

Chrissy sighed and plopped down next to him. She winced and rubbed her hand.

"You know, punching someone hurts both parties," Chrissy replied.

Eddie chuckled and took her hand, rubbing her knuckles gently. Chrissy bit her lip, trying to contain the squeal that was ready to burst out of her.

"That's true. So, what did Tommy Hagan do to incur the wrath of Chrissy Henderson?" Eddie asked.

"He pretended to be a bear when I was in the middle of. . .having a thing," Chrissy said. "He made it look like he was attacking me, and it startled me."

"That fucker deserved it," Eddie said as he continued to massage her knuckles. "I'm sorry he did that."

"I bet he's sorry too," Chrissy grinned.

"I bet he is," Eddie cackled. "You know, this isn't the first time that we hung out."

"It's not?" She asked innocently.

"Yeah, I mean, it was a few years ago at the Talent Show. My head was buzzed, and I didn't have these awesome tatties," Eddie said and flipped the hand that was holding Chrissy's to show her his puppet tattoo on his forearm. "My band - "

"Corroded Coffin! How could I forget?!" Chrissy said teasingly.

"I don't know, you're a freak," Eddie giggled.

"I think you mean witch," she corrected. "You're the freak."

"The witch and the freak," he smiled.

"I was totally messing with you," Chrissy said, pausing. "I do remember that day. It was a hard day to forget."

"Right. . .cause of your mom," Eddie said softly.

Chrissy almost made a wistful noise with her mouth as she gazed into his chocolate brown eyes.

"My birth mom, actually. Claudia Henderson is my true mother," Chrissy said. "I mean, Laura will always be my mom. There's no denying it. She's actually up at Pennhurst, I visit her sometimes. She's actually doing better, but she's not ready to leave. She's probably going to be there forever, but she's happy there, and she's happy that I am happy where I am. So, I'm glad it all worked out."

"Then I'm glad too," Eddie said. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your dad?"

"Left town when it all happened. Who knows what happened to him, and I don't particularly care," Chrissy muttered.

"I have a dad who comes in and out of my life. My mom's been dead since I was six. My uncle's pretty much the only one who is there for me, I mean, besides Hellfire and my best friend Ronnie," Eddie said.

"So, you get it?" She asked softly.

"Yeah," Eddie said. "I never thanked you for cheering for me."

"You deserved it," Chrissy said.

"Well, if you ever need me to cheer for you. . .," Eddie grinned.

"You willing to wear the skirt that goes with cheering someone on?" Chrissy asked as Eddie leaned on his elbow, his cheek pressed into his free hand.

"Oh, yeah," Eddie grinned.

"You know, some people would find that hot," Chrissy teased.

Eddie snorted with laughter, causing his elbow to slip off the table and his head to hit the table. He dropped her hand with a groan and rubbed his forehead. Chrissy stood up to look at his forehead, not thinking about the fact that she was standing in between his legs.

"Well, what's the prognosis?" Eddie asked.

"Hmmm, you're an idiot, but you'll live," Chrissy said as she stroked the spot between his eyes.

"That's good, I like living," Eddie said.

"So, we had a funny interaction, a shared childhood memory, and we exchanged trauma. You totally made yourself look like an idiot. . .are we friends yet?" Chrissy asked.

"Friends? Yeah. . .friends," Eddie gulped.

Chrissy suddenly realized how close they were and that Eddie's hand had found its way to her hip to steady her. Friends? Why in hell did she say that? Her eyes dropped to his lips. . .his perfectly plump lips. BAM! A bird flew into the window, startling both of them and causing them both to shriek. Chrissy stumbled back, knocking over her stool.

"JESUS H CHRIST!" Eddie yelled out as he clutched his chest.

Chrissy picked up the stool and set it back up before sitting back on it. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she tried to take deep breaths to steady it.

"Tell me about what you were doing so I can calm myself down. You're working on your campaign, right?" She asked. "My little brother plays."

"Yeah, yeah, I can do that," Eddie said. "Jesus."

After spending time with Eddie, Chrissy managed to make it throughout the day. She met Steve and Nancy out by his car.

"So, how was your day?" Nancy asked.

"Well, it was going pretty great until I felt overwhelmed, and I was remembering what it was like there. Then Tommy Hagan pretended like he was a bear attacking me, so I broke his nose. I ran to the science lab where Eddie was working on his campaign, and just as we were about to kiss a fucking bird flew into the window scaring the hell put of us pretty much ruining the mood," Chrissy said.

"Jesus," Steve said.

"Are you okay?" Nancy asked.

"I mean, it could have been better, but it was pretty good considering I made friends with Eddie, and I got to slug Tommy H in the nose. I'm looking forward to seeing what it looks like tomorrow," Chrissy grinned.

"God, I wish I could have seen that," Steve said.

"Well, he's an idiot so there's a good chance it's going to happen again," Chrissy said, and they both laughed.

It wasn't long before Robin was also meeting them by the car and then Dustin, who threw his arms around Chrissy. Despite all that happened, she looked forward to the next day, and the next day after that. Eddie's dimpled grin swam in her head.

Chapter Five

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problemswithbooks · 10 months

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With the tentative and rough translations out, i have to say, yeah, Hori really doesn't get what he's actually writing and if he was trying to make Toga's entire deal a metaphor for queerness, he's ended up being quite offensive.

Like first off it seems he has Toga say she falls in love easily with boy and girls and...animals. Which, I always felt the bird thing as a kid could have negative connotations, but wrote it off as 'she was a little kid and this was before her desire for blood was wrapped up in her romantic feelings' type things. So having Hori reinstate that yes, she does still love animals to the point of blood drinking desire--a desire Hori coded as sexual/romantic is not a good look.

It also just makes me question if she could ever own a pet or if she'd end up killing it because she loved it to much and she needed to drink it's blood.

Also getting her perspective on the boy she attacked isn't great either. The translation is rough and basic so it could change, but I don't think there's any translation that could make the situation not read poorly.

In the rough translations she says something along the lines of "I didn't ask to drink his blood because I was afraid he'd hate me and think I was a decent monster."

I could see an alternative translation being "I asked for his blood and he called me a deviant monster, and I sucked his blood."

Again if Hori is trying to make a queer metaphor with Toga, this is a huge issue. Her attacking the boy was always a big problem, but if he didn't bring it up again I think a lot of casual readers would have forgotten it. But now it's front and center again and brings back bad connotations for Toga and a queer reading of her character.

Because again if we read her blood drinking as queerness, and Hori has already coded it in the past as lust while just last chapter confirming that Toga sees it as kissing in the very least we get two equally bad reads.

A) Due to fear of rejection Toga did not ask for consent and decided she'd just make sexual advances toward someone she had a crush regardless.

or B) She got rejected and told no, and then made the sexual advance anyway.

With a queer reading this only becomes worse because it pays into the really negative and even dangerous idea that same sex attracted people will go after anyone regardless of consent or the other persons orientation. It continues to perpetuate the idea that queer people are sexual predators, who target straight people or in the very least do not care about consent, or are unable to control themselves long enough to get it.

But even without a queer reading what Toga did is wrong. It sucks that people don't get her way of showing love, but consent is still needed regardless. You can't just do what you want to someone because you were to afraid to ask them out. You can't just do what you want with someone after they tell you no. Even if the boy had called her a monster that would not make it ok for Toga to, essentially sexually assault him (yes, kissing someone against their will is sexual assault, which is what Toga sees her blood drinking as).

And I think that's why Toga's character is really hard to get behind for some people--because at the end of the day she's literally just saying "I can't help but sexually assault people (and animals apparently)', and the solution to this is to give her exactly what she wants and apologize for not seeing how much pain she was in when she was actively trying to sexually assault people.

#bnha critical #anti toga #anti himiko #bnha spoilers #bnha 394 #this isn't me saying all queer stories or romances have to pure #but it's not framed as toxic or negative and Toga is the only openly queer character we have that's still alive #(Tiger was confirmed trans in a character blurb not in the text. Any one who only reads the magazine wouldn't know he's trans)#it's also just hard to get behind because the way Hori draws and frames them it feels more that he does it because he thinks it's hot #like the way naked toga is hugging ochako with her legs spread is bad #I mean he could have drawn it with ochako in front to hide toga's body or have toga with her legs closed #or he could have not had Toga's power remove her clothes to begin with #it also doesn't help that we don't get much build up for these characters #like i don't believe either of these girls actually understand or genuinely care about each other #like there was an opening with Twices death for Ochako to start to care about Toga and feel genuinely bad for her #but instead she just kind of decided to care for toga and her smile because Hori said so #like she thinks of her during the speech #but wouldn't it have been better and made more sense if she saw dabi's vlog and heard Twice died and then she understands why Toga was sad #not just randomly think 'man i want that girl who tried to murder me with a smile to smile again'#it also would have helped wrap up the twices death better too

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Ironically the good ending Quincey will go into a bloody frenzy during the war and is so scarred by the violence he inflicts he is on the brink of losing his will to live on, but in this bad ending he's hurting no innocents.

Yeah I've been thinking of what the two Quincey's would think of eachother if they ever caught a glimpse of their alternative fates.

Canon Quincey is understandablely horrified by what's happened to his parents and honorsry uncles/grandfather. Dead or maimed or undead and all at eachothers hands and Dracula still alive to cause even more pain. It's an absolute nightmare--but then there's his vampire self.

I think at first he'd be repulsed--seeing himself as a vampire is the thing thats been haunting his nightmares since he first began to realize just what depths of powers he had during the war, and realizing where they came from. It's everything he's terrified to become.

But--this other him is so gentle and innocent, more then he himself has been in years. He as a human has more blood on his hands then a literal vampire, who's known nothing of war or violence and has never had to fear the powers he has or hid them for fear of others not understanding.

Honestly I think he feels guiltily jealous of Vampire Quincey's innocence, comeing as it has at the cost of the misery of so many others.

Vampire Quincey is having perhaps a similar flipped reaction. Here is his family, whole and human, and happy with the friends that he's just seen hold them at gunpoint. He's never seen his father smile so much without sadness, he's never ever heard his mother's voice outside of his head, and to hear her sound so bright and joyful...

It's another indication that everything he's thought about the world and his own existence is wrong and warped and nothing that his parents ever actually wanted.

I do think that seeing themselves so loved by their parents in both worlds is deeply helpful, though, that this at least is constant and unchanging.

I actually think once they started talking and realized how messed up they'd both been by their experiences that they'd end up giving eachother as much support as they know how too. Neither of them are resentful people and their natural inclination is to help when they can, so they're a lot more likely to hug it out then fight.

(Also Human Quincey sees Vampire Quincey and Lu being lovely dovey and his brain short circuits. "Lu? And me?? Little Lu who always tried to tag along and prove she could beat all the boys? US--kissing?!....Do I want my Lu to kiss me? (Oh my gosh I might--oh my gosh I like girls too??)

#blood of my blood #quincey harker #the soldier and the solicitor #dracula #dracula daily

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Would you consider beast being a closet bisexual @

"I'm an open heterosexual, thank you very much, and I would recommend that in future, you keep such speculation to yourself."

"Ehehehey, well, wow, that's quite the question, not often I get accused of being a closet anything, but, ah, pretty firmly straight over here, friend."

"Despite what you may have heard from the press or a certain ex-girlfriend of mine, I am quite firmly in the heterosexual camp."

"I think someone needs to have gone on a date sometime in the last year to be qualified to be anything sexual, no?"

"Asexual aromantic. And if you ask again, I shall be displeased."

"Do you have a pulse? Are you happy with scalpels in the bedroom? Actually, your answer to that second question doesn't particularly matter, we'll get you warmed up in no time at all."

All right, so this is one of those moments where I have to pull back the curtain a little bit and talk about how I play a character who is canonically heterosexual, but whom I read to be bisexual because it's truer to the character as I find them.

Now, you know, I actually misremembered how this conversation went? I remembered Emma saying that Hank had never had so much as a gay thought, but that's not what she says here. She say that Hank has never had any kind of physical relationship with another man, and . . . you know what, I kind of believe that to be true.

Because as much as I fucking love THIS moment, it's not a relationship.

We can all agree that a kiss is not a relationship.

However.

. . . Guys, Hank is, like . . . really queer.

This post sums it up nicely, but yeah, Hank acts in a very over the top, dandified manner, over speaking and over-exaggerating everything about himself so that you won't pay attention to the blatantly obvious. He performs masculinity in a way that reads as overcompensating because he feels like he's been othered by his mutation.

There's also panels like this.

"Flirt with everything this side of Boy George."

Boy George being the androgynous gay icon of the 1980s, yes?

And this is coming from Hank's girlfriend, who he has admitted in dialogue to only really being with because she feels stable and safe and familiar, a tether to his old life in a time when he feels without a direction in life?

Like, this isn't me putting words into Hank's mouth, this is HIS dialogue during a time when he was arguably his most heterosexual! Yeah, you could just read it as him having a wandering eye, because he's a very flirtatious fellow, but that really isn't how it reads, is it? It reads as, I need reassurance I'm doing adult, normal things while my life goes weird, abnormal places.

It reads as, I think I'm kinda fucking queer but I'm too afraid to admit it.

Because lemme be real with you, this is Hank at his most heterosexual, but there's. Some. Stuff. Going on here.

"I was GOING to go out on a date with you, really pretty girlfriend, but then my MALE friend turned up and I just got so excited that I went out with my MALE friend and am basically hanging on his every word and eager to impress him, while the straight people at the table (Isaac and Dolly) are on an actual date, and Overmind sounded concerned about three wheeling a date when they asked to come with?"

Ladies and gentlemen, I am a gay man, and I have never been in just a towel around my best friend while he scrubbed another man's back, because that's just a little gay.

Hey, did you know Bobby's gay?

I don't bring that up for any real reason, just, you know.

And then there's Simon.

Oh boy is there Simon.

From Earth-763, but.

Like.

Come on, man.

When Logan and Hercules did this shit, people were celebrating in the streets because it confirmed bisexual Wolverine, but when Hank and Simon do it, no-one gives a fuck.

But that's an alternate universe. All they've done in 616 is kiss (GAY), so maybe it's just, you know, horsing around.

Right?

Hank, you don't look happy to be put down.

Hank never smiles like this on the X-Men. I'm not exaggerating. I've read X-Men comics for nearly 20 years, and Hank does not smile around other people like he does around Simon Williams. He looks fulfilled. He looks free. He looks delighted, constantly.

Are you two gonna fucking hold hands, like, WHAT?

And you know what, let's talk about the X-Men.

Scott, for someone who said very firmly that Hank wasn't gay before, you don't even throw that in there first?

Is it because of what comes next?

I'm - sorry? What in the FUCK are you trying to say to me?

And let's, for a moment, turn to Dark Beast. Because he has some words on the matter.

You know what, yeah, Dark Beast does seem like the idea to suck, fuck, thrust and kill his way through a Tuesday night, honestly.

And look, I know that alternate universes are shaky ground to be drawing conclusions from, but, like . . . this is. Getting to be rather a lot of very suggestive dialogue.

Look, I get that there's not quite the same amount of outright coding that Bobby had before he was forced out of the closet (Cloud, Emma Frost's prodding at his mind, all the stuff stacking up across Lobdell and Austen and Liu), but it's still . . . questionable. Isn't it? Like, at this point, I have to question why we think Hank has to be straight. Which is why I don't think he is.

So, now we get to the point of the evening where I pull at the curtain, because how Hank talks about himself in my threads works according to a certain kind of logic - canonically, as of right now, 21st of January 2024, he's officially straight, so any references to canon events will be as if he's 'straight' but actually just closeted bisexual. Because I care about continuity and keeping my facts straight and drawing as closely from the comics as possible - within reason - but my interpretation still takes precedence.

And my interpretation is that Hank, at any point in his life, is a bisexual man who feels afraid to admit it. But here's the question you're going to ask - WHY is he afraid to admit it?

You could go with an answer that draws on canon, and point out that when he tested the waters with coming out as gay, Scott and Emma both basically verbally smacked him and said he wasn't.

But that's not my style. I don't personally read it that way.

In my mind, Hank considers coming out to be That One Last Step Past Normal that goes too far. Like, it's one thing if he's a blue furred, canonically kinky, canonically weird, basically canonically bipolar, canonically psychologically damaged beast, but if he's a blue furred kinky weird bipolar psychologically damaged bisexual beast, that's the point where people will turn on him and be disgusted.

I could see him drawing that invisible line and deciding, I have to keep this one aspect of me to myself because I can't trust people to accept that from me. I think Hank has conditioned himself to believe that being accepted is something he has to earn over and over again, in part because of how Xavier schooled the X-Men's train of thought on that, but also because, unlike Nightcrawler, he knows what it's like to go from passing to not passing, and experiencing that scarred him in a way?

Like, one of the last bits of good Hank content we got before Krakoa was that Christmas special where he's back at his parents' for the holiday, and he can hear them talking from downstairs, and they're their usual lovely sweet selves, but they mention wanting grandkids, and . . . for someone whose bedrock, whose psychological wellbeing, is so incredibly dependent on other people, especially his parents and friends, I could see him being terrified of threatening that, even if it means he has to hide a part of who he is (perhaps unnecessarily).

There may be a degree of that where I'm projecting, because I had to deal with my dad being very heteronormative for a while after I realised I was gay, and even though I was certain he wouldn't reject me because of it, it felt easier to just not challenge that and let it slide because What If, you know?

But I feel like it makes sense for how Hank is, with his very tenuous relationship with feeling accepted, and I feel like this also accounts for why Emma 'saw' that he was straight in New X-Men, because he's wound himself into a psychological knot to the point where he reads as straight telepathically, even though he doesn't act like it and isn't.

If there weren't hints, I'd be inclined to be like, okay, maybe I'm just reading it this way because I see myself in Hank and him being a bit more like me makes me happy, but then there are GENUINE hints. The Exiles relationship, the fact that everyone basically treats Hank as Simon's emotional support, EVEN HIS GIRLFRIEND, and then the DeMatteis comment from Vera about how he flirts with everything this side of Boy George.

This isn't looking at pre-Krakoa Logan and Scott and thinking, yeah, they have tension, they want to fuck, this is looking at this guy who is extremely sex positive, flirtatious, open minded, and hearing from his girlfriend that he doesn't confine himself just to the purely feminine.

And it's also, like . . . like, I've talked about this with my boyfriend, and people love to throw out the YOU'LL JUST SHIP ANYTHING accusation, and maybe that's kinda true for some people, but I find I don't do that. Like, there are people out there who ship Hank with Cyclops, and I'm like . . . sure, fine. I don't personally see it, but you go for it, my dude.

If I genuinely did just want Hank to be an action figure that I smash with other action figures in a gay way, I feel like I'd have a stronger reaction, but instead, I look at the way he is with Bobby, and with Simon, and even, to a degree, with Logan (pre Krakoa, obvs), and I'm like . . . this is not the way a straight man acts. This reads as a bisexual man who doesn't feel like he can be 100% himself because he feels as though he's already asking a lot of people to accept him as he presents himself to be.

Hank's entire character from, like, moment one makes so much sense when you understand that he's basically always playing someone else. Sometimes it's who he wants to be, sometimes it's who he thinks other people need him to be, a lot of the time it's who people want him to be - like, I was reading the 2004 Nightcrawler solo the other day, and Kurt is internally narrating about how everyone on the X-Men is just an emotional basket case EXCEPT Hank, and I'm like . . . THIS.

THIS RIGHT HERE, is what the problem is! No-one on the X-Men is capable of seeing that Hank is constantly performing, and just how exhausting it is. That's why Simon is such a breath of fresh air, because Simon doesn't need him to perform, he just needs Hank to be . . . fuck, man, he just needs Hank to be happy, because that makes him happy, and the sheer lack of self-interest inherent in that dynamic is such a GIANT part of why I think Hank finds Simon so attractive. Like, imo, Scott's so insistent that Hank isn't gay during the New X-Men arc because of all of this, because he fell for the act, because he thinks this is just another joke that Hank is gonna duck behind.

Scott is SO INSISTENT that Hank isn't gay, and it's like, bro . . . Scoot . . . how do you know? You barely know what you want on a good day, and you think that just 'cause you and Hank hung around in the OG X-Men locker rooms for three years that you know him better than anyone else? He was on the Avengers and the Defenders and he has so many friends that you just DON'T KNOW ABOUT. How. Do. U. Kno. Scoot. Like, in universe, if Hank was working his way up to maybe coming out, and using the excuse of a joke to do it, THAT kind of reaction, and Emma TELLING him that he isn't gay, would push me RIGHT back in the closet.

If there wasn't coding, if there wasn't a genuine basis to this, it wouldn't have come up in Exiles, honestly. Like . . . okay, so multiversal stories are an excuse to do off the wall shit, right, and especially make characters gay just to push and prod and see what actually changes, right, like Governor Logan and Hercules, but they can also reveal a good amount of truth about a character out of what DOESN'T change.

And on a meta level, like, SOMETHING made Jeff Parker think Hank and Simon worked. He didn't pick Hank and Bobby, he didn't pick Hank and Hercules, he didn't pick Hank and Warren - Hank has NO shortage of male friendships you could pick from, but he picked Simon, and it's because there's enough there that even if you don't buy it for 616, it makes sense for a multiversal thing. Which means there's SOMETHING THERE.

And Ben Percy, cursed be his name, only added to that with X-Force. The idea that Simon is somehow going to be the catalyst for whatever awakening of classic, GOOD Hank is going to happen is just so . . . like, he still clearly cares for Abigail? They were on panel doing the eye socket thing? But, and this is partly because of who Abigail is, the narrative did not change because of her presence. But it does when Simon's around.

Yeah, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but sometimes a cigar is something to unpack. Like, I really Do Not Know how Hank became 'the straightest X-Man,' because A) have you fucking read Avengers and Defenders, and B) even discounting ALL of that . . . do you not find Hank's way of acting to be a little . . . you know . . . effete? Like, yeah, it's an act, he's playing the dandy, he's offsetting his appearance, but there are other things you can do to offset the Beast.

So why does he always go back to the brightly coloured suits, the loud fashion, the high energy, the camp, the billion dollar words - to put it bluntly, why does he always seem to act just a lil' fruity?

So, yes, in my mind, he's a closeted bisexual man, and that's how I play him. Thank you for coming to my lecture.

#vinial453 #outofmuffins #verse: all-new #verse: earth's mightiest!#verse: getting by #verse: each of us is a nest of lies #verse: another time and another place

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One Piece (Live Action) Requests: OPEN

I keep feeling the desire to write, but not much is sparking my creativity. So I thought I would open requests for OPLA and see how it goes.

Notes: I am writing specifically for the characters in the live action, and though ages are not mentioned in what I write usually, I write them as with the intention of them being Aged Up to over 20 years old (closer to actors actual ages vs the character ages in the anime/series).

Who I Will Write For (in preference order):

Zoro

Mihawk

Sanji

Shanks

Buggy

Luffy

Usopp

Nami

What You Can Request *I'm more in the mood for shorter easy-to-write stuff, so more plot detailed requests might not get written

Drabbles/Oneshots

Headcanons

Basic Rules

No NSFW/Smut

No pregnancy/child fics

2-3 prompts max please

Gn!Reader Inserts (no character x character ships)

Other more detailed rules/preferences (here)

Prompts: *these are just suggested, you do not need to use them

Angsty:

“Just please open your eyes.”

“Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.”

“You almost died and you’re making jokes?”

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I’m not leaving you here.”

“I know you’re tired, but you have to stay awake.”

“You would risk letting all those people die for one person? Why?” “Because it’s not just one person…it’s you.”

“Please tell me that’s not your blood.”

“You shouldn’t be with them, you should be with me.”

“I’m so cold. Why is it so cold?”

Fluffy/Cute/Romantic:

“I just cant see myself ever living without you.”

“If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”

“If I asked you to stay, would you?”

"All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“I wasn’t sure what love really felt like until I met you.”

“Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind”

“How long have you had this planned?” “Since the moment I fell in love with you.”

“You came all the way here for me?”

“Why are you staring at me?” “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

“I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you.”

Crack/Misc:

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

“At least it couldn’t get any worse.” “I really wish you hadn’t said that.”

“In case you haven’t heard, there is a bounty on your head.” “Is that why you’re here? To kill me and take the bounty?” “No. I’m here to protect you.”

“What happened to your hand?” “I hit my hand on something.” “On what?” “Your ex’s face.”

“What could go wrong?” *something immedietely goes wrong*

“Are you here to kill me?” “No, I’m here to save you.”

“I thought I was the one saving you?” “Then do a better job next time.”

“Why do you have that look on your face?” “I’m deciding whether or not I’m going to kill you.” Alternate response: “I’m deciding whether or not I want to kiss you, or kill you.”

“You’re not scared of me?” “Should I be?”

“Don’t ever do that to me again.”

“Did you just…save me?” “You’re surprised?” “Well seeing as you are usually the one trying to kill me, yeah, kind of.”

Scenario Prompts:

Huddled together to keep warm.

Fall asleep in same bed, on opposite sides, wake up in each others arms.

Hands brush as you stand next to each other, you think it’s on accident until their hands gentle wrap around yours.

Shielding the other with their body to save/protect them.

Caught staring too many times for it to be a coincidence.

Size difference hug; they engulf you.

You refuse to leave so they pick you up and throw you over their shoulder.

Bandaging the other and then kissing the injury gently.

A and B meet randomly, B finds out A is on an important mission or quest and decides to go with them to protect them/watch over them.

Cloudgazing or Stargazing together, as you lie next to each other, their hand slips into yours.

A and B realizing they were holding hands the entire time the moment they had to let go. (after getting scared, nervous, frightened, etc.)

Accidental confession during heat of the moment/fight.

Person A has a hidden power, Person B finds out.

Person A falls asleep, instead of waking them, Person B carries them to bed.

Person A is in love with Person B. B is also in love with A. But somehow, they are both convinced that the other is in love with Person C, who is completely oblivious to all of it.

Person A is hiding an injury, no one finds out until they collapse.

Turning around, and suddenly being met with a kiss.

A is alone and hurt badly, they can talk to B through an earpiece/phone. Eventually A stops talking and B thinks they lost them. But they find them alive.

Headcanon Prompts:

Crush: How would they act with a crush, do they pine?

Relationship: General Relationship Headcanons

Intimacy: How they show intimacy; physical and not.

Confession: When and how they admit their feelings for you

The moment(s) they realize they have feelings for you (pre-relationship)

The moment(s) they realize they are in love with you (established relationship)

Cuddling: Do they cuddle, how do they, when do they, etc

Kissing: Do they like kissing, how do they kiss, when, etc.

Love Languages: What is their receiving and giving love language (and how do they show it)

Jealousy: How they act when they are jealous, what would make them jealous, etc. (before and/or during the relationship)

Protective: Are they protective? How they show it. Etc.

Taking care of them when they are hurt.

Them taking care of you when you are hurt.

Friends > Lovers

Love: Ways they say or show they love you.

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P.S: Bloodhounds Requests are still open as well.

#opla requests #one piece live action x reader #opla x reader #one piece x reader #requests #bloodhounds x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #mihaw x reader #one piece writing

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Sicktember #26

Prompt: Pinkeye/Conjuntivitis ALL ALTS (Alt 1. “I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”//Alt 2. Fuzzy Socks//Alt 3. Pounding Headache//Alt 4. Forehead Kisses//Alt 5. “I’m so sorry”)

Fandom/OCs: OCs Shane and Molly (Doctor Nurse ‘verse?)

Words: 1180

Sicknario inspo: "Something happen at work?" from this post and "You look… I know…" from this post.

Author’s comments/background: Since I only had one space for an Alternate prompt this year, and they were all cute, I made it a mini challenge to use them all, and who better to do that for than Shane and Molly? I was pretty happy with the result, and this ended up being another piece that I was really looking forward to writing. I actually saved it for last as a reward for finishing the challenge. Have the usual married-people-who-are-crazy-about-each-other shenanigans. (Also some of the ending dialogue was shamelessly stolen from the D/ick Van D/yke show and I'm not sorry.)

Set the day after the events of “Without You” (read it here), which takes place within the first year of their marriage.

~~~***~~~

Molly was deep in thought about what Shane might like for dinner, so when she turned to find him walking through the door a full three hours earlier than usual, at first she thought she was imagining it. Their eyes met and, probably because she looked so shocked, he attempted a smile to put her at ease, but the obvious sickliness of him made her worry all the more instead.

"Shane! You're home early. Did something happen at work?"

"Hihh– hihhggIHHTCHHOO! IHHXXCHOO!... Ugh…"

"...Oh. I see. Yeah, I can definitely see. Wow, you look–"

“I know,” Shane mumbled, swallowing thickly as he massaged his temple. “I know… HihhxxEHHPTchuhh!! Oh my god," he groaned, pressing his hand even harder to his head. "I have had the worst pounding, splitting headache all day and the sneezing is NOT helping…."

"Aww, honey… why don't you sit down and take it easy for a while?"

"I will, but first… I know I'm contagious and everything but… I could really use a hug right about now." He dropped his bag and opened his arms imploringly.

"Oh, you poor thing, of course you can have a hug!" She hurried into his arms, squeezing him as tightly as she could, and he squeezed her back until her ribs cracked, his face buried against her neck.

"I had the most godawful day," he mumbled, sounding almost on the verge of tears. "I felt like shit and the staff were all crabby and being petty and the schedule was screwed up again and the patients were horrible. I just need to be home with you."

"My poor baby," she said, kissing his temple and neck and shoulder and every other bit of him that she could reach. Then she held on and squeezed tight, just the way he liked. They hugged for a long time.

"Are you cold, hon?" Molly asked after several minutes. She already knew the answer to that question since she could feel him shivering, but he was sagging most of his weight on her, and her hugging muscles were starting to get tired.

"Freezing," he murmured into her neck.

"Here, let's go sit down and wrap you up. You look exhausted."

"I'm that too," he agreed, letting himself be led to the couch. Molly quickly tucked a blanket around him, dress shirt and all, and he nestled into the cushions with a sniffling sigh. She perched right beside him.

"Do you think you have a fever?"

"I really don't know. This cold wasn't so bad before today. I have no idea."

Molly leaned forward, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. It was hardly there a second when Shane twitched violently, bending forward in a half-stifled sneeze that clearly snuck up on him:

"Hihhgg-KXXT! XXTchhoo!!"

Molly was thoroughly caught in the spray. She carefully kept her expression neutral so as not to make him feel any worse as she turned away from his horrified look to wipe off the mist from her cheek and hand.

"Ohmygod, Mol… I am so sorry… I can't believe that just happened…."

Shane continued to stammer apologetically as Molly turned to face him again, stopping him with a gentle squeeze of his leg. "It's okay, love, really. I know you didn't mean to. It happens. No big deal. Now, let's try that again."

Shane fell silent, though his apologetic expression lingered, as Molly again reached out to feel his face. "You didn't sneeze on any patients today though, did you?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood with gentle teasing.

"No, thank god. That's about the only thing that didn't go wrong today."

"Well that's good," she said, pulling away. "And you're definitely warm. Feels like a fever to me."

"That tracks, to be honest"

"With what?"

"Everything, I guess. How crappy I feel, mainly. The rest of this awful day."

"My poor Shane," she groaned, going in for another hug. "I hate seeing you like this. I'm supposed to be the one that does all the complaining, not you."

"Sorry. But I was overdue for a turn," he mumbled into her chest.

"I dunno about all that. But we'll get you fixed up and back to normal either way." She released him, meeting his eyes again. "You pick the order of operations tonight. What do you want first, shower, dinner, blanket cuddles, or bed?"

A sleepy smile spread across Shane's face. "All the choices are too good. You pick. You're the boss tonight."

"You're either very brave or very sick to say such things, my love. But your wish is my command. We'll go in the order I listed them, I think. I can't stand to see my human furnace shivering so hard, so we'll start with a hot shower, and you can even have the brand new fuzzy socks you just bought me, since I know you can't resist fuzzy socks when you're sick."

Shane was grinning now. "As long as you shower with me. There's always a risk of syncope with a fever, you know. You can never be too careful, especially in the bathroom."

"Right you are. You read my mind. Don't you worry, I'll be keeping a close eye on you. Everyone knows doctors make the worst patients."

"Whatever you think is best, nurse," he said with a pathetic sniffle.

~~~

The couple settled into the rhythm of their evening routine, though they took it especially easy for Shane's sake and, true to her word, Molly hardly left his side. Shane was clingy and a little needy when he wasn't feeling well, but as long as she stayed within reach, he was in truth a very easy patient.

A few hours later found them curled up on the couch with takeout soup and salad for an early dinner, watching Shane's favorite, the Jurassic Park trilogy. They were lightly reclining, Shane leaning partially against Molly with a tissue box under his arm as she toyed with his blond curls. When she thought he was distracted, she leaned over to press her lips to his forehead.

Shane was sharp, though, and eyed her with a curious look. "Was that for affection or were you checking my temperature again?"

"Sick person forehead kisses are always both, you should know that. Your eyes are looking funny, so I was seeing if it was worth it to get up and get you medicine or not."

"I'm okay. You don't need to do that."

"Hey, I warned you that I'd be keeping an eye on you. This is part of the package, mister."

"I know, I know," he chuckled, scrubbing at his nose. "But I don't want you to get up. I'm too comfortable, and I haven't been able to say that since you left for your trip. You're not allowed to move. Sick person orders."

"Aye aye, sir." Molly resumed playing with his hair, and Shane sighed in contentment.

"What would I do without you?" he murmured, echoing back to the day before.

"I promise you'll never have to find out as long as I'm living," she whispered back, pulling him closer against her.

#sicktember 2023 #skt 2023 #alt prompts #shmolly ocs

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imaginespazzi · 7 days

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Nivi – hey bestie, you’ve done it again – I wasn’t sure it could get more heartbreaking than the last one and yet!

As always, the writing is- well, it’s everything.

The parallels between high school them and college them was immaculate, and I so wish Paige could have fulfilled her dream of kissing Azzi under the confetti, but alas, maybe in another universe 😉

I loved the little exchange about UConn and California, and how that possibility was always there but Paige could just never accept it.

P and UConn winning the natty this year – it had to happen in at least one universe, so thank you for letting it happen in this one.

Side note: Drew and Paige interactions are always top tier, and very much the type of momentary fluff that I needed to break up the sadness while reading.

Side note 2: I love that I don’t even need to imagine what Azzi wearing Paige’s jersey would look like, but I’m glad ucla au Paige got to experience it too 🥹

The celebration with the team was so cute and of course it would be KK that basically helps break the ice (and her lil innocent “you should bring her around more often” 🥺). Also, all the little moments Az got with everyone else in the team was so wholesome, and ofc queen Nika being a loveable menace who’s always just looking out for her twin.

Side note 3: I love love love the two piggyback moments haha, just because that’s so pazzi core to me idk, I feel like there’s been a lot of photos where Azzi is piggybacking Paige irl, like that’s very much their thing so I adored seeing it incorporated here. But then, the ending. I knew it was coming, but it certainly did not make it hurt any less when we got there. “Fuck,” Paige’s voice is still wracked with sleep, “I thought you left.” “That’s more your style,” Azzi says – this was particularly heartbreaking, but I can’t really blame Azzi, even if P is trying so hard to make things right.

Overall, I may or may not have been tearing up throughout the entire chapter, and it somehow hit me even harder the second time I read through it? I think that’s just testament to your writing tbh.

Thoughts on what’s next:

Do things finally start getting better? It can’t get any worse, can it? (famous last words) 😅

I did wonder actually, whether you’d have them win or lose the natty, only because if they did win which obviously they did here (thank you), could that maybe change P’s mind at all on declaring or not?

I’m guessing she obviously sticks to her og decision and stays, and so I’m super intrigued on what might come next for them.

Like will they try going back to being just friends? Even though they’ve already tried and failed and knowing that would never be enough for Paige. But can they really not be in each other’s lives??

Will they try seeing other people again??

Summer’s coming up in the timeline and they’ve never spent an entire summer apart, so what will they do this summer? 😔 Or will we have a big time jump?

So many questions, and only you have the answers, Nivi.

Favourite lines/quotes:

The moon shines against Azzi’s face and Paige thinks that so much has changed, but Azzi’s still that kind of beautiful

“Do you know what my answer would have been?” “Yeah,” Azzi says softly, squeezing her hands, “yeah I do.”

Alternate lyrics that came to mind while reading:

Talk about our future like we had a clue. Never planned that one day, I'd be losing you.

In another life, I would be your girl. We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world.

Oh, and in honour of your love for Taylor, a Taylor lyric that came to mind was specifically this:

And I can go anywhere I want. Anywhere I want, just not home - mainly from the perspective of Paige getting almost everything she’s ever wanted, except the thing she wants most.

PS: I don’t really listen to Taylor’s music much anymore (nothing negative, just a shift in my music tastes these past couple of years!), but if there’s anything you think I should definitely give a listen to from her latest album, let me know!

As always, thank you for all you do for us. Have a wonderful weekend 💗

Much love, -🙋‍♀️

Hi bestie, one thing about me is that I will find a way to make it worse! 🤪

Thank you my sweets, it always means the world <3

I'm glad you caught that because I wanted to hint at the idea that it wasn't just a random decision of Azzi's part to choose UCLA and that she'd always been considering it.

If I can add Drew and Paige interactions, best believe I will find a way to do it. That's another relationship that's so precious to me.

Shoutout to the one anon who asked for Azzi to wear Paige's jersey in the universe as well because I took that and ran with it so I hope they liked it, because I liked their idea (come say hi!)

The team scene was one my favorites to write honestly, especially just in general KK is so fun to write because she's so fun and I need my chaotic family (Paige-Azzi-KK-Ice) to be a thing in every universe.

YES the piggybacks are just so Pazzi-core and I know this is an au but I like to take things from what we already know about them and just tweak it to keep some semblance of realism. Also piggyback are just really cute and Paige seems like the kind to beg literally anyone to carry her anyways

Things will get better because I actually don't know if they can get worse (actually they probably could but it might be hard to come back from lol) but things getting better is gonna take a lot

See if Paige changes her mind and declares, things become easy for them with her going to LA and I'm not in the business of making things easy for them lol

You think I have the answer to these question but truly what I write is just as much a mystery of where my inspiration will take to me as it is to you. So we'll see but we're on the ascent upwards, so no more other people lol!

I LOVE THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY SO MUCH!!

As for Taylor, the new album's pretty good babes if you wanna go listen! Lowkey a lot of the songs work pretty well with this fic lmao. But my favorites are loml and Fortnight I think.

Always love your detailed takes on the new parts and just seeing you in my inbox always makes me smile <3

#ask #fic talk #UCLA ANON LOML FR <3 #maybe i'll go start part 6 tonight and go back to being a good updater lol (don't trust me ever actually)

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skynapple · 2 months

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My Xavier Playlist So Far

Youtube

Spotify

My songs and explanations under the cut! This is def more from Xavier's perspective, not really what I think his vibe is or what music I think he listens to.

Everything, Everywhere by Vaultboy

"Tell me why I'm stuck in a time loop while the pendulum swings on by

Tell me why I see you in everything, everywhere all the time"

Honestly enough said :(

When You Think of Me by JP Saxe

"Cause I swear I loved you fully

And I'm sorry not for stayin' who we thought I'd be

When you think of me

Am I just another man who leaves?"

Definitely from the perspective of thinking of the woman he left on the other side of the deepspace portal.

Iris, by Nightly

And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

This is just a very intimate sounding cover. More emotional than the original, I think.

OK THIS ONE HEAR ME OUT:

Bernstein, by The Band Camino

"At another place in time, you were infinitely mine

Relatively alright when Berenstein was fine

At another place in time, only parallel to mine

The universe was alright when Berenstein was fine"

The concept of this song drives me absolutely INSANE and is one of my all-time favorite songs for this reason.

The concept is that maybe not in this lifetime, but somewhere out there in an alternate universe, in another dimension, there's a timeline where you'll never be apart, where you'll be together. Where things work out. Where in this lifetime maybe there's tragedy, but in another lifetime, you're mine. And if that isn't Xavier x MC I don't know what is.

The reason they say "Where berenstein is fine" is because of the whole theory of the mandala effect and if you don't know you should definitely look it up, it'll make much more sense! The mandala effect comes about because everyone seems to have a collective memory of something that never happened (in the songs case its the pronunciation of Berenstein/Bernstein), but people think it's result of a parallel universe? Anyway. It's tragic and beautiful and reminds me of MC having some vague recollections.

Superhero, by Lauv

"I met a superhero

I lost her

I want her back"

More tragedy in finding the person who was the one but never really being able to meet them again and while we know him and MC are reunited there's definitely been timelines where fate wasn't so kind.

Like No One Does, by Jake Scott

"The way that your hair falls in the morning when you first wake up

The way that I know all of the weird things in your coffee cup

I love the way I know that you're lying, the way that you're smiling

Darling, I love that I know you like no one does"

On a different note this one is very cute about a longterm relationship and possibly married life. He's happy to spend every intimate moment of his life with her!

Her Eyes the Stars, by LUCHS

This one is actually just an instrumental piano piece but it's very sweet, soft, and a bit sad, and I mean come on... the song title.

Last Man In The World, by The Band Camino

"I could find my way to you even if I had my eyes closed

When I'm with you, every time, I'm like "Where did all the time go?"

Come on we all have seen Xavier's cards. This one is purely about just wanting someone and yeah, "kiss me like I'm the last man in the world." And how when he's with her, everything else falls away.

Dancing in the Kitchen, by Zachary Knowles

"I wanna twirl you 'round the kitchen

Don't worry bout no dirty dishes

Not tryna do nothing ambitious, yeah

I just wanna dance with you"

Another cute song. Two things we know Xavier loves: being in the kitchen, and dancing with MC. This song is just good vibes and about enjoying being with the woman he loves.

Wake Me Up, by Mason Murphy and Parker Rudd

"Cause ever since the first time

You opened up my world I

Just can′t seem to close my eyes and sleep

I′m locked inside this day dream

Don't need any saving

But I need you to wake me up"

Because eepy boi! He's just an eepy guy!

Way After Forever, by Vaultboy

"I'm gonna love you way after forever

And if the Earth ends, I'll love you in Space

I'm gonna stay by your side through whatever

Through all the fights that I know I won't win

And every day that we're both getting older

I'll love you over and over and over

And over again"

Good God this song was written for Xavier x MC

It's so soft and sweet :( I do be crying about it.

#xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace #lnds #lads xavier #lnds xavier #l&ds xavier #lnd #lnd xavier #madi plays lnds

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What do you mean about fate and FS and Moustead?

Hello! Thank you for falling for my lil trap!

There is so much because I'm longwinded, have fun with this I got too excited getting to put this all into words.

I've been against using "fate" as an argument for FitzSimmons, specifically, since... 2017? Yeah, that's when that half of s4 aired. I'll give you a SparkNotes version, for anyone who didn't watch Agents of SHIELD - Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons, who I do love as a ship in the early seasons, I have nothing against the ship specifically, just the "they're fated to be together" argument. They met at the SHIELD academy when they were kids, when Jemma sat next to Fitz in a class and they became... friends? They both thought the other hated them and they were gonna be rivals, while secretly admired each other and how smart they were the whole time. Anyway, now they're married and have a daughter, which is cute as shit, good for them, this is not an anti-FitzSimmons post.

I don't think they're fated to be together.

I use the Framework-created alternate reality to make this point every time. In that reality, Ophelia is the one who sat next to Leopold, and that butterfly effects into them being in a relationship down the line. Ophelia specifically set it up to be that way, I get that, I know that's how the Framework arc worked. My username was HoldenDadcliffe across most social media for 4 years, I know what I'm talking about. But the argument could be made that Fitz would have ended up with anyone who sat next to him in class and engaged with him, whether as a friend or a presumed rival or what have you. That's the only point I want to make. It could have been anyone. In the real world, it was Jemma. In the Framework, it was Ophelia. It could have been Matt, my Bruises Verse OC, it could have been anyone. It was the situation that brought them together, not the universe. That doesn't make the relationship any less important or genuine, it's just a fact.

Anyway, I would argue that Moustead is fated to be in each other's lives, especially if we take the possibilities in Bolivia into account. Not necessarily in a romantic way, because soulmates, or whatever you want to call it, don't have to be romantic. I just think they're meant to exist in the world together, and the universe seems to be encouraging that.

For instance, in Afghanistan, Jay did make friends with Knox first. In canon. They were close, they built explosives together, had to rely on each other to survive, the whole nine yards. They were halfway around the world with only their team to count on and trust. They had to be a family to stay alive. And then Knox did everything he did, and that friendship was obviously completely ruined after that, which meant that one of Jay's most important relationships at the time was just... decimated. He had to find someone who he could actually rely on, someone who wouldn't murder civilians because he wasn't taught to handle his emotions in a healthy way.

Mouse wasn't exactly handling his emotions in a healthy way, either, but at least his poor coping mechanisms didn't have a civilian body count, you know? Like, the only person he hurts is himself? It's fine, he gets better, eventually. But the idea of the universe seeing Jay make a friend, and going "wait, no, not that one, come back here" is just so... *chef's kiss* It's just a coincidence, at that point, but there sure are a lot of coincidences, aren't there?

He gets attached to the one other person from Chicago. The one other person who survived that war zone with him. The one person who kept him sane - who he also kept sane - when they got home and had to navigate civilian life again.

They just work, you know? They balance each other out in so many ways. Jay is absolutely driven by his heart - he wants to help people, he wants to put good into the world and take bad out, he wants to fall in love and have a constant presence in his life. On the other hand, Mouse is driven by his head - he's so smart, and he uses that to learn about computers and the world around him, and he has great ideas. They both rely on those opposites so much that it hurts them. Jay holds onto relationships until they tear him apart. Mouse thinks things through so much that he had to turn to drugs to keep himself from unraveling.

They even go so far as to completely reject those opposites in themselves. If Jay used his head, he'd know to let go of relationships and connections long before they hurt him the way the do. If Mouse used his heart, he'd be less untethered, he'd have more connections to his Chicago life than just Jay. Of course, all of my labels for them are just headcanons, but Jay being aspec and Mouse being arospec adds to this so beautifully.

Even if it is all coincidence, that balance is so important to their relationship. If one goes too far, the other can pull them back, and they really make up one fully functional human being together. They share a braincell, for sure, and Mouse usually has it. Jay certainly didn't have it in s5, that's a fact.

I think, with Jay leaving the show - and rehashing the same speech that Mouse gave him with only slightly different wording - the universe might be pushing them together again? Obviously, canon hasn't mentioned Mouse since s4, and we're never going to know if they're actually serving their country together again, but I can pretend. I can pretend that the person Jay called his best friend is still in his life, somehow.

But especially with how s9 went, and that whole year leading up to Jay leaving for Bolivia...

Even just starting with the Knox episode, 9x03, that had to bring up memories that he hasn't thought about in a while. I'm almost certain that he came across a few pictures of Mouse while he was doing his digging, even if we didn't get to seem them on screen.

After that, I want to bring up 9x09. Lovingly, the rushed marriage episode. (I love Upstead, but their romance arc was rushed and if they, the writers, had taken the time to develop the relationship more, they could have navigated the distance much more easily, or at least put off the actual wedding until Jay made his way through his crisis and they were both in a more stable place, but that's just my opinion and not the point of this post, ignore me) I just think about that episode a lot in a Moustead context because of what made Jay panic and rush into it like that. They had to get the FBI off of Voight and Hailey, obviously, but the steps they took had to be personal to him, at least in the context of his friendship with Mouse. A young, queer-coded drug addict, who was the same age that Mouse was when they met, using him and this weakness (that Jay canonically doesn't judge, he literally gave Mouse drug money in s1) and holding that over his brother as leverage, it's... He saw the lowest point of his best friend's life right in front of his face, something that he couldn't fix before and can't fix now, and Jay...

Jay, who just wants to help people, and put some more good into the world, and fix things because he hasn't had much control in his life and now he's older and stronger and he can do something. He used this intimate knowledge he has of people in that situation for his own personal gain, in a way, and doesn't that make him feel so dirty? But he can't think about it too hard, because he's not the one who uses his head. Mouse is his head, the one who would have actually said out loud how stupid and reckless and horrible that idea was and how they shouldn't do it. Because it was exploiting a literal child, who didn't do anything wrong beyond giving into vices. But Jay... Jay is the heart. He finds someone he cares about and he holds on so tight. And he was already engaged to Hailey, so what's the harm in moving the wedding up?

He'd already lost the person he'd been thinking about for months, and it's not like he could just call and ask Mouse to come back to Chicago, not after how things ended. But he could hold onto the people he loved who were close. He could turn an engagement into a marriage. He could insert himself further into Voight's bullshit. He could cement himself in the team and focus on what he had, not what he missed.

Then there was Adam's undercover thing, and the overdose, and even if November 2011, specifically, is from my headcanons, how many times did Jay worry? How many times did he text or call or pop by to make sure that Mouse was high but not in danger? How much did he check in after Mouse's multiple felonies and other petty crimes and make sure he was okay and alive? How many times did Jay have to worry, over their 10+ year friendship, that he'd lost someone he cares about so much?

And then there's s10, with his exit, and that entire episode doing the exact same thing to me, emotionally. 10x03, my beloved, my ride or die, my defining moment... A veteran is doing his best, getting pulled into crime just to pull himself afloat, getting hurt and getting himself killed through that. Isn't that something Jay has seen before? Just with a less tragic finale? Of course he helped clear up the guy's record, so that his family could still get the benefits, and all of that wasn't done for nothing. And then...

He left. He went back to the army, however loosely, basically quoted Mouse's reasons for why - because how else would he explain it? The logic is sound, of course it is, the head handles the logic. Jay just followed the logic laid out for him six years earlier, when his heart finally caught up with it.

And the idea that they somehow ended up in the same area again? Working together and rekindling their friendship now that they're finally on the same page? What else could that be?

It's fate.

#answered #jay halstead #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #moustead #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #brief discussion of upstead #brief discussion of fitzsimmons #entirely neutral opinions nothing negative just a thought process #because i love both ships that's just not what this was about #also this can be read entirely platonic on the jay/mouse front #however you want to vibe with it #winterbonesthings #alex says things #i'm gonna think about them all day

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negasonicimagines · 3 months

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Snow Day

request: Okay so reader and Ellie has been dating for a while and been keeping it a secret. But deadpool being deadpool realizes something is going on and drags/forces Colossus with him to spy on reader and Ellie(not in a creepy way, Deadpool even brought pop corn). Anyways the date goes on and reader and Ellie goes in for a kiss, but Deadpool has a typical cinematic *insert funny joke here*moment and spoils it. Ellie becomes aware of his presence and gets a bit mad while reader can't help but laugh.

synopsis: You and Ellie hide in plain sight, or so you think.

warnings & notes: mentions of suicide, allusions to bdsm — AKA a typical fic with Deadpool in it. F/A = Favorite Animal

You understand why it has to be this way. You’re not a civilian by any means, but you’re not as high-profile as your girlfriend or the team she’s a part of. Going public with your relationship would only make her biggest weakness public, which would put you in the crosshairs of anyone with a bone to pick with the X-Men.

In the quiet times, though, the two of you sneak into a small town and pretend to be a normal couple. You look forward to that… Well, this, actually. It’s happening right now as the two of you sip on overpriced vegan hot chocolate on a park bench on a snowy evening after a short-feeling long day of checking out all the small businesses and eating at a couple of the restaurants.

“How’s work been?” she asks. Both of you wish this wasn’t so awkward, but it’s the first time you’ve seen each other in person in a while, at least, the first time in a while where you didn’t have to pretend to be mere acquaintances.

“Oh, y’know… Filling system’s done, finally. We’re thinking about punch cards, since we noticed there’s a lot of repeat clients.”

“Really?”

“Well, I suggested it and Jessica didn’t throw an empty whiskey bottle at my head, so…”

Ellie snorts.

“Wow, so it’s pretty much guaranteed.”

“What about you? Can I expect to get some ink anytime soon?” you wonder.

“Has it been that long? I’m still on my apprentice split, but I’ve been allowed to tattoo real people for a little while now.”

“That’s great, babe! I’m so proud of you. Show me pictures!” You enthusiastically reply.

Ellie sheepishly gets out her phone, swiping through the album of all her tattoos. You gasp at an illustrative one of a tiger with swirling stippled lines and gentle shadows. It’s hauntingly beautiful.

“Wait, that’s fucking sick; do you think you could do that with F/A?”

“Yeah, for sure. You want me to? Like, you trust me with that? You know it’s permanent, right?”

“Um… Yes? There’s literally no one I trust more than you,” you remind her. She smiles in response and as rare as her smiling is— really, you should take the time to admire it —all you want to do whenever she smiles is kiss her. You lean closer, wordlessly asking permission.

Her smile gets wider before she leans in, too.

“Oh my fucking god, just kiss already!” a man pops out from a tree behind you and shouts, and the lightbulbs of every single lamp post within a 50-foot radius shatter with your surprise. Thankfully, the sun hasn’t fully set yet, so everyone can still see. You press a hand to your chest, trying to catch your breath.

“What the fuck, Wade?” Ellie asks. She knows that guy? Well, that’s a bit of a relief compared to the alternative.

“Language!” Colossus scolds, ambling out from behind a much larger tree. “Ah, Miss L/N! How are you? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

“Doing well, thanks, despite the heart attack Ellie’s friend just gave me,” you say with a chuckle. It’s kind of funny now that you know you’re not in danger.

“He’s not my friend,” Ellie quickly corrects you.

“We’re besties, actually!” Wade insists. “Does the friendship bracelet I made you mean nothing?”

“He made you a friendship bracelet?” you coo half-sarcastically, giggling even more.

“This isn’t funny. We get one date a week if we’re lucky, and we’re not lucky. What the hell, dude?”

“Oh, c’mon, don’t make me the bad guy! You were the one being all squirrelly and secretive! Piotr and I just wanted to find out what unfortunate girl you tricked into dating you. I’ll say, Pinkie Pie’s cute, but you totally upgraded. And you, holy shit, daddy issues much? You’ve got a type! How’s Jessica doing, huh?”

“She’s my boss,” you argue. “Wait, how do you know that?”

“Uh, hello, it’s me! Deadpool?”

“Oh. Sorry, didn’t recognize you without all the kinky getup.”

“It’s not kinky!” he protests, throwing his bucket of popcorn into the air. The buttery kernels fall faster than the snow.

“Then what are all those buckles and loops for?” you wonder.

“Utility!” he squeals, clipping a carabiner to one to prove it. “You’re really not disproving the whole daddy issues thing here!”

“I’ll let the fact that the allegations are coming from a man who’s using the term ‘daddy issues’ to disparage me, even though it says more about my father, speak for itself,” you reply sweetly.

“Whoa, hey, no disparaging happening here! I have daddy issues, too! But we have to be self-aware. We deserve better. She’s mean!”

“Only to those who lack self-awareness,” you remark.

He gasps.

“You’re mean, too! Is that why your daddy left?”

You resist the urge to make an incredibly inappropriate joke, especially in front of Colossus. You stifle a laugh as you and Ellie share a look.

“Ew!” he screeches. “Oh my god, I’m gonna be sick. I’ve known Ellie since she was, like, twelve-”

“Seventeen,” Ellie interjects.

“-and she’s like a little sister to me, you sick perv!”

“I hope you don’t actually have a younger sister, if this is how you treat her,” Ellie remarks. “Anyways, her dad’s dead, so stop being a dick.”

“Well, he did kill himself, so you could be right… Maybe it was because of me,” you turn to him and say solemnly, before turning back to Ellie and giving her a wink before you start to sniffle, covering your face so he won’t see that you’re laughing and not sobbing.

“Oh my god!” Wade exclaims, rushing over to the bench. He puts a hand on your shaking shoulder. “I didn’t- Shit, I’m sorry!” He retracts his hand, and judging by his muffled voice, both of them are over his mouth in embarrassment. “I- Oh, I suck. I suck so bad! I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re very nice under normal circumstances, I’m just a jerk who crashed your date. Please don’t cry!”

You start to feel a little bad for him, so you uncover your face to reveal that you’re laughing.

“Okay, now that you’ve admitted it, can you two please leave so we can enjoy what’s left of the day?” you ask with a grin.

“Of course,” Colossus says, plucking Wade from the ground like a flower. “Let’s go, Wade.”

“You evil little-! You two are a perfect match!” he calls out to you as he wrestles his unwilling accomplice.

“Oh, man. That was good,” you chuckle. “Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.”

The two of you share a kiss.

#negasonic teenage warhead #negasonic teenage warhead x reader #ellie phimister #ellie phimister imagine #ellie phimister x reader #negasonic teenage warhead imagine #marvel #x men imagine #x men fanfiction #xreader #sapphic x reader #wlw x reader #fluff #tw suicide

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anonymeqaupdates · 3 months

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What if Ruggie overblot thoughts

This is gonna be short since this is a short story.

To think if Ruggie didn't place the book back at the library, then he wouldn't suffer an overblot.

Love the full story of Ruggie's background with some reminise from his uncle being hurt by Chuki's people and the mystium. He really does care about his uncle like his own father, hope his uncle gets the care and treatment as well as compensation...actually, the entire region needs compensation from Chuki.

Nice how Ruggie discover he is mage after stealing from a drunken man and nice how his grandmother put him to middle school and develop his UM from stealing. Hope the mystium is relevant to the plot.

Ruggie strangling Leona with Leona strangle himself using his UM is really tense and even gave him another scar. If this wasn't a what if story, then he would see Leona having two scars during the story and this makes Kalim felt more guilty because he knows this never happens.

I wonder if Kalim needs to talk to Ruggie in the main story. I mean he is the only second year that he rarely interact throughout this story and given how he been through, Kalim felt responsible for this to happened.

I'm guessing the last parts are Canon in the main story? Then interesting for two of them to kiss twice.

Also cool for the possible short stories and what if? I wonder what is your ideas that you may or may not write one day.

-🧋

The second scar is more of a metaphoric one than an actual one but yeah Kalim would have felt super guilty about it. It's a bit hard to make Kalim and Ruggie interact right now due to the whole mess happening but it's true that the two of them would benefit from talking to one another since they both possess critical information than the other is missing. I.e. What's up with Leona and Jamil repressed feelings for Kalim.

The last can be considered Canon even if they don't completely fit in with the events.

In all honesty writing that what if was a good way to really flesh out Ruggie's backstory in a clear cut manner rather than trickling information as things went on like in the main story. So the other parts of that series is probably going to allow me to do the same for other characters like how Trey and Cater got together, or more of the Octo trio childhood misadventure and so on. I could also write some alternative takes on scenes that got scrap in the final version like how Jamil was supposed to murder the hell out of those assassins in chapter 39. In any case I'm going to focus on Book 3 for now and then I'll finish up the Florid story for my other story before I'll consider what to write next.

#fixing it before it broke #twst fanfic #thanks anon!#ask

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crowleesi · 2 years

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Take On Me | Eddie Munson x OC | Part Five

♡ part one ♡ | ♡ part two ♡ | ♡ part three ♡ | ♡ part four ♡

summary: Blake Walker and Eddie Munson are worlds apart, but when she finds herself in detention with the high school “freak”, she realises that he isn’t the monster people had always made him out to be.

word count: 4.7k

warnings: some explicit language and hella fluff!

author's note: i absolutely loved writing this chapter! it was one of the first ideas i had when coming up with my fic and i'm so happy to finally be sharing it ♡

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By the time Eddie pulled up on Blake's street, it was dark, save for the streetlights casting a warm glow along the road. He shut off the engine, and Blake unbuckled her seatbelt, reluctant to get out of the van and have this day end. Since leaving the forest, she’d thought about the conversation she’d overheard at Gareth’s house, unable to stop thinking about what Eddie had said; when Grant had asked him if he was into her, he’d said it didn’t matter.

Deep down, she desperately hoped that it doesn’t matter actually meant yes.

"Blake?" Eddie said, cutting through the silence and pulling her out of her thoughts. She looked at him, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you wanna come to our show on Tuesday?" Her lips curled into a smile and she shifted slightly to face him.

"Really?" He chuckles.

"What I said earlier, about only playing for drunk dudes?" He says, and she nods. "Yeah I wasn't kidding.” She giggles, and he cracks a smile, shuffling to face her. “We don't really draw a crowd or anything, other than some friends that come to watch us play sometimes. But it's fun, y'know?" She beams at him.

"I'd love to." She says, and he smiles sheepishly down at his hands in his lap.

"Cool." She bites her lip, glancing down at her hands in her lap, playing with the hem of her shorts.

"Thank you for an amazing day," she says after a moment, and he looks at her.

“Amazing, huh?” He asks with a grin, and she nods. He holds her gaze, and before she can think about it too much, she leans over and presses a kiss to his cheek. Her lips linger for a moment before she pulls back, cheeks flushed and heart beating a little faster.

God, he smells amazing, she thinks. His skin is so soft.

She tries to hide the smile that was fighting to spread across her face, and grabs her bag from the footwell as she opens the door. Eddie watches her climb down, shutting the door behind her and leaning on the rolled down window.

“Night, Eddie.” She says, and he swallows hard.

“Night,” Is all he can muster, and she lingers for a moment before stepping back, and turning to her house.

Eddie remains frozen in his seat, mouth agape and still feeling her lips on his cheek.

♡

On Tuesday night, Blake had spent hours trying to figure out what to wear; she didn't own anything alternative, and the best she could do was a fitted, cropped white t-shirt, a skirt, a dark navy oversized denim jacket and her usual converse. She’d told her parents she was going to hang out with Robin and Steve, as she was sure they wouldn't approve of her going to a bar on a school night.

Thankfully her dad had managed to get her car fixed over the weekend, so she drove herself to the bar where Eddie had promised he'd wait outside for her. She pulls up in the parking lot out front, and as soon as she shuts off the engine and gets out of the car, she can hear loud music blaring from inside the bar and her heart starts to race.

There was something niggling at the back of her mind, an anxious thought she couldn’t shake. She was worried she wouldn’t fit in at a bar like this, that perhaps these other friends wouldn’t be as accepting as Gareth, Jeff and Grant. She knew that people didn’t think she and Eddie made sense - and perhaps being at this bar would just highlight that fact.

She took a few steps toward the bar, then paused. What if, when they see her in this environment, they realise how out of place she is in their world?

She turns back to her car - maybe this was a bad idea, she thinks - when she hears her name being called, and turns to find Eddie jogging towards her, guitar case in hand and clad in his trusty leather jacket which was layered over a red and black checked shirt and of course, his beloved ripped jeans. That shirt looked like heaven on him.

"Where you goin'?" He asks, and she hesitates.

"I was looking for you," she lies, and he grins.

"Well, you found me," he says, stepping aside and gesturing to the bar. "Shall we?" Her feet are glued to the ground, and she stares at the bright, neon sign above the entrance that reads The Hideout.

"Hey," Eddie says, shifting to her side, getting her attention. "You okay?" She looks up at him, and he's smiling, dimples and all. She melts a little.

"I'm…" she says. "I'm nervous." He cackles, shoving her shoulder playfully.

"It'll be fine!" He says confidently, switching his guitar case over to his other hand before holding his arm out to her. "Come on, let's do this." She hesitates but loops her arm through his own, giggling when he grins wickedly and pulls her toward the bar. He shoulders open the door, leading her through a dark corridor where the music was even louder than it was outside. Posters covered the painted brick walls, and dim lights in the ceiling barely illuminated the way.

“It’s just through here,” Eddie raises his voice, sliding his hand down to her own and lacing their fingers together as he turns a corner, leaning into another set of doors and shoving them open. Rock You Like A Hurricane by Scorpions greets them, blasting from speakers; it was dark, dingy and absolutely reeked of cigarettes and beer. It was everything Blake had expected. Eddie looks at her over his shoulder, eyes bright and grinning wildly, and she couldn’t help but return the gesture, relishing in the way his hand seemed to perfectly fit her own.

A bar was situated to the left side of the large room, and Blake was surprised to see so many people around. There were, as promised, a handful of random men drinking on their own dotted around the bar, but there were also small groups gathered around small tables. At the far side was what she assumed was the stage, but even that may have been a bit of a stretch; raised up only by about a foot, the platform held a drum kit and a microphone, with a few large amps either side.

Blake spots Jeff, Gareth and Grant sitting at a table with a handful of other people she didn’t recognise. When they notice Eddie coming towards them, they all call out his name and cheer and holler, to which he takes a bow.

"Greetings, assholes!" He yells over the music as he sets his guitar case down, to which he is met a mixture of laughter, middle fingers and varying obscenities. "I'd like to introduce my very good friend, Blake." He pulls her to his side, and Jeff, Gareth and Grant offer her their usual bright smiles - those she didn’t know greeted her, and she shyly waved to the friendly faces as they raised their beers to her.

Then, her eyes landed on a young woman who appeared to be anything but friendly; her eyes were fixed on Blake with an icy stare, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She had short blonde hair, striking blue eyes surrounded by dark makeup and had more piercings in her ears than Blake could count. She was dressed in alternative clothes, complete with fishnet tights and painted black nails, and Blake looked down at her own outfit, before stepping back, tugging on Eddie’s sleeve.

“You okay?” He asks, and she turns her back to his friends.

“I stick out like a sore thumb,” She says, despite the loud music. He gives her a once over, raising an eyebrow.

“No you don’t,” He laughed, and she shifted uncomfortably on her feet.

“Everybody’s dressed… different.” Eddie smiles, then shrugs off his leather jacket.

“Here,” He says, holding it out to her. “Put this on.” She considers him for a moment before taking off her denim jacket and handing it to Eddie, before quickly slipping her arms into his leather jacket. He steps back, arms open wide.

"Perfect." He turns to everyone. "Doesn't she look great?" He asks, and she groans, hiding her face in her hands. With a hearty laugh, he guides her over to the table and ushers her into the seat beside Jeff.

She learned that the unfriendly young woman was called Nova, who had ignored Blake when she tried to say hello. Conversation around the table resumed and she found herself tucked into Eddie’s side, his arm over the back of her chair. He was loud, unabashed and unashamedly himself; this was the version of him she loved to see, and every now and then he'd bump his knee into hers, or lean in a little closer for just a moment. Though she felt entirely out of place, it was comforting being so close to his side.

After a short while, it was time for Corroded Coffin to play their set. Blake had sat patiently while they quickly set up, sipping on her Mountain Dew and politely answering any questions Eddie’s other friends had for her. She’d decided that she liked the others - she was losing track of names, but they were funny and welcoming - though she wished Nova would stop acting as though she didn’t exist.

What was her problem?

Eddie’s guitar split through the bar, and Blake turned excitedly towards the stage, her smile lighting up her face as she watched them play. They sounded so much better than they had in Gareth’s garage, and she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself when she realised that Eddie really wasn’t kidding when he said they didn’t draw much of a crowd; the space in front of the stage was sparse, with a handful of drunks clumsily bobbing their heads and raising their beer bottles as they shuffled around the floor.

Blake just couldn’t stop smiling. It really didn't matter that there wasn't a huge crowd, that they didn't have much of an audience, because they looked like they were having the time of their lives. She felt a little burst of pride, bobbing her knees to the beat, eyes fixed on Eddie, his fingers expertly dancing over the frets of his guitar. She offered him a little wave when he looked over, and he grinned brightly at her.

Then, Nova came to sit beside her, and Blake sat up a little straighter.

"So you're Eddie's latest, huh?" She yells above the music. Blake frowned.

"Excuse me?" Nova smirked, looking over at Eddie.

"Don't worry, he brings all kinds of girls to his shows." Blake stares at her. Nova brings her gaze back to her, and smiles cruelly. "You're not the first and you won't be the last." Then, she made a point to run her eyes up and down Blake's body.

"You're not his usual type, I'll give you that," she continues. "I guess he's experimenting."

And with that, any ounce of joy left within Blake was gone. Her heart was sinking in her chest, and she felt her cheeks burning. Nova sang along to their music, returning to her seat with the others and Blake sat alone for the rest of the set, staring blankly at the stage.

When they wrapped up, Nova immediately got to her feet and headed over to the stage, high fiving Grant, Gareth and Jeff before throwing herself at Eddie, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him. Blake's heart stopped, and her mouth went dry when Eddie's hands were on her hips. Tears burned her eyes as she grabbed her bag and jacket, getting to her feet, making to leave the bar.

"Hey, where you goin'?" One of Eddie's friends called out, but she clenched her jaw and wiped a stray tear from her cheek as she headed past them.

Over at the stage, Nova wrapped her arms around Eddie's neck and he placed his hands on her hips, gently pushing her off him.

"You were amazing, Eddie." Nova purred, sliding her hands down his arms before he backed away from her touch.

"Thanks," he said, looking over to the table in search of Blake, and stepped down off the stage.

"You guys see Blake anywhere?" He asks, and Nova's smile falls as Jeff nudges his shoulder.

"Eddie," he says, pointing to the doors, and Eddie turns just as Blake pulls them open and leaves. His brow knitted together, and immediately set after her, ignoring Nova's protests.

"Guys, what happened?" He asks as he passes the table, and they all shrug.

"No idea, she just grabbed her shit and bolted."

He eyed the seat she'd been occupying, and sure enough, her things were gone. He rushed over to the doors, yanking them open and slipping into the corridor. He narrowed his eyes in the darkness, but couldn't see her anywhere; he quickly made his way toward the entrance of the bar, pulling the door open.

Outside, it was just starting to rain, and Eddie scanned the parking lot until his eyes fell upon Blake, who was walking quickly away from him. He ran after her, calling her name, but she continued towards her car.

"Blake," he says again, breathing heavily as he catches up to her. She grabs her bag, fumbling through its contents, and he frowns. "Blake," he said again, reaching for her arm. As soon as his fingers brush her elbow, she yanks it away.

"Don't." She snaps, and he holds his hands up.

"Hey, hey," he says. "What's goin' on? Where are you going?" She could feel a hot tear slide down her cheek, mixing with the cool raindrops. She wipes it away and looks at him.

"Why did you invite me, Eddie?" She asks, and he frowns, confusion in his eyes.

"I wanted you to see the show, I-" he cuts himself off, shaking his head. "Blake, did something happen?" She bites her lip, willing the tears to stop as a horrible sinking feeling twisted itself around her gut.

"I don't fit in here," she says, and when his brow simply knits tighter together, she gestures to the bar as another tear slides down her cheek. "I don't fit in with your friends. I don't fit in with you." He stares at her, and she looks down at his jacket, and shrugs it off.

"Blake," he says, and she hands it back to him. "Where is this coming from?" He asks, and she sighs, shaking her head.

"Ask Nova." Eddie's face falls and with that, Blake unlocks her car door and gets in before he can say anything. She turns the ignition and he comes up to the window, knocking on it.

"Blake, wait," he says, and she grips the steering wheel. "Please don't go." It sounded more like a question, the softness in his words squeezing her heart, but she shifted the car into gear and drove away. Tears started falling freely down her face as she drove herself home, feeling as though her heart had stopped beating entirely.

Eddie watches her car disappear down the street, squeezing his jacket in his hands, before turning back to the bar as a cool, quiet anger begins to bubble in his stomach.

♡

When Blake finally arrives home, she feels completely drained. She sits in her car for a few minutes, breathing deeply and waiting for the tears to stop. She swallows the lump in her throat, quickly checking her reflection in the rear view mirror - it wasn't too obvious she'd been crying, thankfully - and got out of her car.

Her father was asleep in front of the TV when she stepped through the front door, and her mother was in the kitchen.

"Hey, sweetie," she greets from the fridge, setting a tub of leftovers inside. She frowns slightly when she looks at Blake, her daughter reaching by her to grab a bottle of water. "You okay?" She asks, and Blake paints a tight smile onto her lips.

"Fine," she lies, slipping passed her mom and heading for her room. "I'm going to bed."

"Blake," her mom calls, and she pauses, turning to her. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asks, and Blake sighs gently.

"I'm just tired," she says. Her mom considers her for a moment.

"Alright," she says. "Goodnight, honey."

She locks her bedroom door behind her, tossing her jacket and bag onto the floor and makes a beeline for her bathroom. She felt a little cold, the rain having left her hair and clothes damp, so she switched on the shower and got undressed.

She couldn't shake the look on Eddie's face from her mind. He looked devastated, and she felt sick knowing that she did that to him. She didn't want to hurt him - it was the last thing she'd ever want to do.

She blamed herself for misreading the signals between them; it was her fault for thinking there was something more between them, for hoping that maybe they could be more than just friends. She felt utterly foolish for thinking she could fit into his life, that what they shared was special. She supposed that deep down, she knew it was too good to be true.

But that didn't make it any easier. Nobody had ever made her feel the way he did, and it crushed her fucking heart to think that it couldn't work out. Tears sprang to her eyes once more, and she allowed herself to cry as the warm water cascaded over her.

She didn't know how long she was in the shower, but when she had finally shed enough tears, she switched off the water and wrapped herself up in a soft, fluffy towel. After drying herself off and slipping into her oversized t-shirt dress, she sat on her bed with a sigh, with only the sound of the heavy rain hammering down outside to fill the silence. Her kind was racing and she knew she didn't stand a hope in hell actually sleeping any time soon, so she turned on her small TV and switched out the lights.

An hour or so went by, and her parents had long since gone to bed. Blake was sitting on her bed, cuddling a soft pillow, when a sudden noise startled her. She froze, trying to figure out where it came from, when she heard it again and her eyes darted to her bedroom window. She held her breath, staring across her room, when the sound came a third time and she realised someone was knocking on her window.

She slowly moved off the bed, her heart thundering in her chest; she turned off the TV and switched on the bedside lamp, before cautiously pulling back the white laced netting.

Her entire body relaxed and she heaved a sigh when her eyes landed on Eddie, hair wet and sticking to his face. The warm glow from her bedroom lit up his face and he stared at her with those god damn puppy dog eyes, raindrops slowly running down his face. He tapped on the glass, eyes pleading, and she slid the window open about halfway.

"What are you doing here, Eddie?" She asks quietly, and he holds onto the bottom of the window frame.

"I need to talk to you, can I-" he cuts himself off, glancing back over the pouring rain before bringing his eyes back to her own. "Please?" He's looking at her so earnestly, so desperately, and she stares at him for a few moments before sighing and sliding her window all the way open, stepping back to give him some room. She grabs a blanket and places it under the window, and he hoists himself up, clumsily tumbling into her bedroom.

"Shit," he hisses, knocking into her bedside table, water dripping off him, and he steadies the lamp before standing upright and looking at her nervously.

"You're soaked." She says, going into her closet and pulling out a fresh towel. He takes it from her, mumbling his thanks, dabbing his face and ruffling his hair with the towel.

"Give me your jacket." She says, and he takes it off, handing it over and she hangs it up in her bathroom. She comes back out and he's slipped off his shoes, placing them on top of the blanket and setting the towel on top.

He stands upright, giving her a once over, his eyes softening.

"I talked to Nova," he says, bringing his eyes back up to her and Blake crosses her arms over her chest. "She told me what she said to you." Blake clenches her jaw, eyes fixed on the floor.

"You know she's full of shit, right?" He asks tentatively, and Blake sighs, sitting on her bed and tucking her legs under herself.

"I don't know. Is she?" She says, and Eddie quickly moves to the bed and sits beside her.

"Of course she is," he says. "Blake, c'mon." She feels stupid, and picks at a loose thread on her night dress.

"Hey," he says softly, taking her hands in his. "Look at me." She does, and immediately fucking melts under the gaze of his big brown eyes. They appeared so dark with just the bedside lamp casting a soft, dim glow over her room.

"I'm sorry for what she said," he says, and she sighs.

"You don't have to apologise." She says, and he gives her hands a squeeze. "I just… people think I don't fit in and-"

"Fuck 'em," he interrupts, and she raises her eyebrows. "I'm serious," he says. "Fuck anyone that makes you feel that way. I don't give a shit if anyone thinks we don't fit together, 'cause I do."

His heart was aching at the sight of her doe eyes, wide and sad as she looked up at him. He stroked her hands with his thumbs, and her eyes glistened. "Blake, I don't wanna lose you." She sniffs and a tear slides down her cheek.

"I don't want to lose you, either." She says, and he lifts a hand to wipe her cheek. He smiles.

"Are we good?" He asks, and she nods. "Well, alright then." He says, and she offers him a small smile. He drops his hand to hold onto her own again, and looks over to the window.

“D’you mind if I stay for a while?” He asks. "Just until the rain stops?" She nods, and he looks around.

"Your room is cute." He says, and she huffs a laugh. He grins at her.

♡

Blake and Eddie had talked for hours, eventually lying down on the pillows, facing each other. The idea of asking him about Nova had crossed her mind, though she quickly forced it away and instead focused on him - just him.

Blake had grown tired, and closed her eyes, reaching for his hand and holding it against her chest as she nuzzled her pillow.

"Will you stay?" She whispers. He's quiet for a moment.

"Okay." He says, and she smiles to herself.

It doesn't take long for her to fall asleep, and Eddie tucks her hair behind her ear, smiling when she hums in her sleep. He sits up, carefully reaching over her to turn off the bedside lamp, leaving them in complete darkness. He settles back beside her, shuffling a little closer than he previously had been. His eyes grow heavy and he falls asleep to the sound of her soft, even breathing and the gentle pattering of the rain on the window.

Early in the morning, she wakes up to something tickling her cheek, and opens her eyes to find that she'd been snuggled into his chest, his hair hanging in her face. Her room was cool, the soft light of dawn barely illuminating her bedroom. Their legs were tangled together and he was holding her close, and she tilted her head back to look up at his soft features, chest rising and falling evenly, looking more peaceful than she'd ever seen him. Her heart absolutely melted in her chest, and she tentatively lifted her hand to his face, brushing his hair back with her fingers. She trailed her fingers down his cheek, and brushed his lips with her thumb.

God, they were soft. Begging to be kissed.

He hummed in his sleep, his arms tightening around her and she sighed quietly, bringing her hand back down to where it was previously nestled between their chests, and settled her head back onto her pillow. She snuggles into his chest, breathing him in, and smiled to herself. These secret moments they had together were the happiest she'd ever been in her life.

She was falling for him, hard and fast - she knew that now, and sleep wrapped itself around her once more.

Eddie awoke a while later, when the sun was coming up and a warm glow was coming through the window. He'd shifted onto his back in his sleep and looked down at Blake, cuddled into his chest, sleeping soundly, looking like a fucking angel; he couldn't believe how lucky he was to be wrapped up in her like this.

He carefully lifted his head up to glance at the clock on her bedside table, which read 5:57am. He sighed, lying back on the pillow. He watched her for a few more minutes, relishing in the feeling of her body tangled with his as he ran his hand slowly up and down her back, noting every tiny detail of her gorgeous face, before deciding he should leave. He brushes her hair out of her eyes, and leans down to kiss her forehead and she hums, stirring.

"Hey," he whispers. "I gotta go." She frowns, eyes still closed, and hugs him tighter. He chuckles, rubbing her back. "C'mon, sleepy head." She grumbles, an irritable sound, and he could've sworn his heart fucking burst. She was adorable.

"I gotta go before your parents get up," he says quietly, and she whines.

"So warm." She mumbles, gripping his shirt in her fingers. "Five more minutes." He smiles, defeated, laying his arm over her waist, and she sighs contently.

"Alright," He says. "Five more minutes."

Finally, at 6.12am, he insists that he really should leave, and she rolls onto her back, stretching and yawning. He has to tear his eyes away from her thighs when her night dress rises up, and forces himself to climb off her bed, while she sits up and takes a sip of water. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes and swings her legs over the side of the bed. He heads into the bathroom to grab his jacket which by now had dried, and slipped it on before coming back into the bedroom and heading for his shoes.

She watches him, something so natural about seeing him in her room this way. Her heart swells in her chest, and she sighs.

"Hey," he says, gaining her attention. She looks up at him sleepily, running her hand through her hair, her night dress still riding high up her thighs and he positively swooned. "I'll see you at school?" She nods, getting to her feet as he slid her window open.

"Alright," He mumbled to himself, gripping the window ledge and hoisting himself up, leaning forward. "Oh shit-" he tumbled out of the window, landing on the grass outside with a comical thud. "God dammit."

Blake snorts, covering her mouth in an effort to quiet her giggling, and he jumps up, back into view.

"Always with such grace, Munson." She says affectionately, leaning on the edge of the window. He flashes her a grin, chuckling heartily, and ruffles his hair.

"See you later, 'kay?" He says, pausing for a moment before leaning in to kiss her cheek. His lips linger for a heartbeat, and she leans into him, her eyes slipping shut. He pulls back slowly, watching her as she opens her eyes, a blush rising to her cheeks, her lips parting. He bites his bottom lip, brushing her jaw with his ringed fingers, and with a final smile, he pushes off the window and jogs down to the sidewalk.

It was then that she realised she'd been holding her breath, and sighs deeply, a heavy longing in her heart.

Oh boy.

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