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strxwberry-milku · 7 months

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𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐍

This was requested by @gomussy I hope you like it

- 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝟑𝐥 💋

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 , 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 ? 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 ? 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 .

When it comes to sex Jey is most definitely not ashamed to try out new things in bed and brag to others about how he has you drippin in under a minute , so why is it that every time you bring up the topic of bdsm and wanting him to choke you all of a sudden it’s a problem?

“ Bae i done already told you i ain’t doing that shit ”he said and plopped down next you on your shared bed . “ But whyyyy ? ” you groaned out in frustration still quite not understanding why such a small thing is so hard for him to do. “ Because i said so , now stop asking me questions and come over here so we can watch baddies east together ” Rolling your eyes you crawled up to him and made your self comfortable under the sheets.

A few minutes in you started to get bored , so what better way to past time than to tease your boyfriend ? you positioned your on top of his lap and pretended to situate yourself above his crotch area . “ Tf you keep moving for ? ” he breathed out a laugh and focused his attention back to tv even though you could feel the growing bulge up against your clothed pussy . Kissing your teeth at his dismissal you decided to start whispering nasty shit in his ear , cause if there’s one thing about Jey is he likes dirty talk .

“ I know you want me as much as i want you , so why you keep tryna stop the motion ? ” you questioned looking up at him . Breathing out deeply through his nose he said “ I ain’t tryna stop shit , now turn yo ass around and watch the damn show ”. Scrunching up your face you did what was told and turned back around , however you sure as hell wasn’t gonna give up so easily . Slowly creeping your hand up his thigh you froze when he suddenly grabbed it and gave you a “ i’m bout to fuck that ass up ” look . Grabbing your face between his hands he brang his face closer to yours and said “ You keep pushing and pushing the limit , now i’m finna show you sumn . Roll over on your hands and knees ”. Rolling your on knees you arched your back and spreaded your legs wide open so he could see the damp spot highlighting the centre of your white lace panty .

You couldn’t contain the big grin on your face finally getting him to snap . Getting behind you he used his thumb to gently rub your clit behind the thin piece of fabric . “ Look at you , so pathetic. You were just begging for my attention and now here you are moaning like no tomorrow over a little rubbing ”. Whimpering you tried to grind your hips against his fingers to get more friction “ Daddy pleaseee…” . Snickering he removed his hand and pushed your panties to the side allowing him to see your pulsating pussy clenching over nothing . “ Now see , i was gonna eat you out later , but because you wanna be a desperate little whore imma go in your shit raw ”.

Before you even had the chance to protest you felt his fat tip slowly begin to part your lips like a barrier. You both like out a sigh in content , finally being able to feel each other. He muttered a small “ fuck it ” and began pounding your shit in like he wanted you to feel it all up in ya guts . Letting out a yelp from not being able to take all his dick you try and use your hand to push back his hips but to no avail he just slaps your hands off him . “ Keep your hands forward ” he groaned out stopping for a second to let his spit drop onto dick and then tapped on your clit causing you to moan out even more . “ Give me both of your hands “ he commanded while sliding his cock back inside your slick heat . Listening you gave him both of your hands behind your back , and just like that he was of again using your hands like a bondage of some sort to fully make you feel all the curves and bumps on dick .

“ ohhhh… fuckkk” you whined out and moved your hands downward to rub your clit . Slapping your hands away he leaned over you and grabbed your neck from behind “ who told you to touch my pussy huh ? my dick ain’t enough for you ? ” weakly nodding your head you closed your eyes feeling overwhelmed from the way he hitting inside you so good and deep . “ I thought so . Is this what you wanted all along ? for me to treat you like a dirty slut hmm ? well you could’ve been asked from the beginning ”. His hips started to stutter letting you know that his orgasm was fastly approaching just like yours . You couldn’t even mutter a word , all that was coming out was breathless pants and whines . Then it hit you all at once like a powerful wave . “ Daddy ! ” you shouted out coming all around his dick almost collapsing in complete bliss . “ Shittt ” he mumbled quickly pulling out his dick and releasing his cum all over back .

Letting go off your neck he got up went to retrieve a wet rag from the bathroom but by the time he came back you were already knocked out . Laughing he got back into bed with you and whispered “ I hope you’re happy now babe ” and kissed your forehead.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 💋

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : Ik this is shit and looks rushed but i hope you like it bae . Ps sorry for any mistakes.

#jey uso #jey uso x reader #jimmy uso x reader #the usos #wwe #roman reigns #my original fiction #roman reigns x reader #wwe superstars #jey uso smut

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a-cat-in-toffee · 20 hours

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me: yeah im gonna go to sleep

also me: *proceeds to send my friend 650+ words of pepsisprite analysis*

thinking about john being a literal embodiment of the narrative and davesprite being an embodiment of the game. the game and the narrative are intrinsic to each other's existence, but without each other they would be useless. what's the point of the game if no ones watching, and whats the point of watching if no ones playing? john and davesprite’s relationship sort of mirrors that, davesprite wouldn't exist as a sprite if john had never died, but john WOULD have died if davesprite didnt save him. they're necessary to each other's creation and to each other's continued existence and relevance.

they're the world's shittiest soulmates because their relationship is so riddled with the game and narrative but davesprite and john are tied together in a way which ends up with davesprite always ending up right next to john again. johndirk and pepsisprite are very related what with davesprite mirroring dirk in a bunch of ways, but the difference between the two ships is mainly when they would happen imo. (canon) johndirk can only work postcanon, mostly because they simply don't actually get to meet each other until then, whereas pepsisprite HAS to happen during the game, the 3 year trip to be precise.

all they had were those 3 years together, really, before everything went to shit. obviously they had known each other before then, but that was john and dave. the "real" dave, before the specifications had to be made. it's kinda sad how because of the timeframe that pepsisprite would be able to work out in, they could never actually have a relationship. like they were both dealing with their own issues (most of which never were resolved, not fully) but it mightve fixed them tbh.

thats really why I'm a big fan of back to the beginning post game aus that include the splinters because their stories are never really completely resolved, most of them are sort of just brushed away or swept into something new (e.g. davepeta)

also going back to what I said earlier on how johndirk mirrors pepsisprite in a way, it does! but there's a lot of nuance to the situations? davesprite is more like bro than dave is, thus making him more like dirk, but he's still a dave yknow. pepsisprite is actually a closer parallel to jakehal, especially by the end of the boat trip with the vaguely antagonistic relationship the two of them have.

actually i think they should be kismesis sometimes as a treat. john has so much emotion and anger built up and having somewhere to vent out that frustration would probably be really good for him. at the same time, though, they're also moirails because john and dave are quite literally the closest humans can get to moirallegiance. john and davesprite transcend quadrants in the actual definition of it, embodying the quads all at once instead of vacillating.

davekat (a ship most people consider to embody all quads) sort of does something similar, however a lot of the time their characterization is of vacillation between redrom and blackrom vs where pepsisprite is happening simultaneously.

davesprite *is* proud of john and he does really love his friends, however because of the trauma he went through growing up (which was later reinforced by all the shit that went down in the game) he can only express so "ironically" or backhandedly, and john is so repressed to hell and back that *he's* not even sure what emotions he's feeling half the time

I think the fact that the two of them can so effortlessly communicate despite all that, though, really shows you their relationship. john can see the genuine in davesprite's "ironic" statements, and davesprite can pick out john's feelings through all the happy freedom bullshit. they communicate so well despite everything because they're best friends and because they've known each other so long. davesprite is important to john just like john is important to davesprite, and they always end up right back next to each other.

#john egbert #davesprite #johndavesprite #pepsisprite #homestuck #hs meta #homestuck meta #they never leave my fucking brain y'all

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bobmckenzie · 4 months

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Fake Dating -> JanAUary

word count: 1294

blurb: Caitie helps Bob out when he almost gets caught in a lie.

Apparently a hockey game wasn’t many people’s ideal Valentine’s Day date—last minute tickets had been cheap enough that the singles trio of Bob, Doug, and Caitie were able to score three decent seats to the Maple Leafs game.

Doug had convinced them that snacks wouldn’t be so cheap though, and that they could smuggle in some small bags rather than pay for food inside the stadium. So they took a trip to the grocery store the day before, perusing the aisles for bags of treats small enough to sneak in.

Doug went off to the chip aisle while Caitie followed Bob to the candy, but she left a minute or two ago to check out the trail mix, leaving him alone to look over the little bags of sweets. He was so distracted he didn’t notice the sound of footsteps approaching him in the empty aisle.

“McKenzie.” The voice of the greeting made Bob’s back go rigid, had him turning around with a startled glare.

It was Sean LaDue, a general bully growing up who had turned into the strongest player on the rivaling town's hockey team, followed by his younger brother. Sean had slammed Bob against the glass more times than he could count, but even that was less annoying than the general condescension he always used.

Sean nodded to the gummy bears in Bob’s hand. “You eat that crap between games, it’s no wonder you play so badly.”

“Oh yeah?” Bob put on his best tough guy voice as he looked up at Sean. “So like, why are you in the candy aisle then, eh?”

Sean held up a pink bag of mixed chocolates with a smug look. “Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, these are for my girlfriend.” He let out a snort of laughter. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess you don’t have any plans for tomorrow.”

“Well, like, you’re wrong, eh. Goin’ to the Leafs game.”

“Plans with that idiot brother of yours don’t count.”

“Doug isn’t no idiot, and it isn’t just us two, eh. ‘Cause like, my girlfriend’s comin’ along too.” It was a stupid thing to say, but the lie he wished was truth slipped out before he could stop it.

“Oh yeah?” Sean’s eyes narrowed. “What’s your girlfriend’s name?”

He knew he shouldn’t say it, knew he should back out of the lie, tell Sean she wasn’t technically his girlfriend… “Caitie.”

“Uh huh. I’ll bet she even came with an air pump to blow her up for you and everything.”

“Take off.” Bob sneered. He saw Sean’s gaze shift behind him and turned to see Caitie coming back down the aisle, stopping right next to Bob, oblivious to the whole situation.

“Would you eat honey roasted peanuts?” she asked him, showing him the box of little packets she brought with her. ”They don’t sell them individually, so I won’t get ‘em if you guys don’t want any.”

“Um,” His gaze flicked to Sean, who was watching them doubtfully. “I… yeah. I like those. Let’s go, huh?”

She laughed. “I didn’t get to look at the candy. Besides, I told Doug to meet us in this aisle.”

Sean stepped a little closer. “What, McKenzie, you’re not gonna introduce me?”

Caitie’s eyes widened a little, looking between the two men, clearly realizing she’d missed something.

His stomach dropped; the jig was no doubt up. “Yeah, um,” Bob gestured to Sean, “Caitie, this is Sean LaDue. We went to school together and stuff.” He was sure she’d remember the name from the few stories he’d told her about him—she was good with things like that. Sure enough, he saw the surprise in her eyes turn into a poorly-hidden scowl. “Sean, this is Caitie—”

“The girlfriend.” Sean nodded. “Bob was just telling me about you.”

Caitie looked at Bob, seemingly waiting for him to step in, to correct the title. But all he did was look up at her with pleading eyes, trying to silently apologize and ask her not to humiliate him all at once.

Still, it was a lot to ask. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t want to go along with it, wouldn’t want to risk word getting around that they were dating—

“Oh, he was?” The words were simple, but the way she sidled closer to Bob, slinking an arm around his waist, said more than he could’ve asked for. His face warmed as she gently tugged him closer, urging him to relax against her side. His face was so warm, he was sure it was going red.

The smug look of Sean’s finally fell. “Yeah. Didn’t know he had a girlfriend.” He cleared his throat, straightening a little as Bob wrapped his arm around Caitie. “Some romantic valentine’s date he’s taking you on. A hockey game with his brother?”

Caitie laughed. “Oh, well… not that I’d mind, but that’s not our date. We’re going to dinner in the city in the evening.” She looked down at Bob with a soft smile. “He even bought me a dress and everything.” She raised a shoulder, turning back to Sean. “I told him not to, but he’s always spoiling me.”

If Bob wasn’t already in love with her, he would’ve fallen right then and there in the candy aisle. Not only was she going along with his lie, but she was making him look like the best boyfriend around.

He smiled, trying not to gloat. “Well hey, only the best for my girl, eh.”

The look she gave him told him she was having fun with all of this, that she knew exactly how good it felt for him to rub their perfect relationship in Sean’s face, whether it was real or not. “You’re always using that excuse,” she said, leaning down and pressing a short, warm kiss against his cheek. His heart skipped in his chest, breath catching. He swore he could feel her lips there even after they were gone.

“Well… Nice meeting you. See you at the next game, McKenzie.” Sean nodded a goodbye, sending one last skeptical look at Caitie before turning around and leaving the aisle.

For once in his life, Bob felt like he'd had a conversation with a LaDue without coming out on the losing end. His cheek still tingling, he let his arm fall from around her, though he wanted to pull her into a hug. “Thanks, eh. You like, didn’t have to do that—it was real nice of you.”

She laughed softly, reaching out to brush her thumb against his cheek—her lipstick must’ve left a stain behind, he realized. Part of him wanted to tell her just to leave it. “You don’t think the kiss was overkill?”

He shook his head. If anything, he wished she’d just gone ahead and kissed him on the lips. “Sorry I told him we was datin’. I wasn’t thinkin’—he was just bein’ such a hose.”

Caitie shrugged, smiling as she finished cleaning his face. “I don’t mind. Though, I think you’re a little out of my league.”

He thought she was being sarcastic until he noticed the soft look in her eyes. Before he could say anything, her gaze shifted, eyes widening, urging him to turn and see what had her so stunned.

It was Doug, of course, walking into the aisle with arms filled with bags of chips that were far too big for sneaking anywhere, and a pint of ice cream to top it all off. As Caitie burst into laughter and headed over to help him, asking how exactly he was planning to hide a family sized bag of Funyuns in his flannel, Bob stayed back for a moment, promising that someday he’d get the nerve to ask if that meant she’d give him a chance as a real boyfriend.

#idk if the LaDue brothers have first names in the cartoon i just made one up LOL i was too lazy to check #i love borrowing the most random things from that show as canon #also i 100% thought this was like 600 words idk where all that came from lsdkjfkjsf #janauary2024 #self ship writing #self ship community #peanut butter and jelly donut #caitiewrites

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katsu28 · 2 years

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always a hero

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you never expected to lose Eddie before all of your dreams together came true, but the end of the world had a funny way of ruining things

warnings: swearing, 4k words of PAIN, lots of blood, major character death, MAJOR S4 SPOILERS!!!

a/n: listennn so i know i said fluff and fix it fics and i am working on a few, but i couldn’t help it (i’m so sorry)

masterlist + taglist

(not so fun fact: i had to rewatch this scene to make a gif and ya girl bawled her eyes out...again)

Never in your lifetime did you think you’d ever be gearing up to save Hawkins—let alone twice in one year. The Mind Flayer’s defeat at Starcourt seemed like just yesterday, but now here you were again, risking your life for the safety of a town you weren’t even sure deserved it anymore. Not after how they’d gone on a witch hunt after your boyfriend.

As if Eddie could sense you were thinking about him, his scuffed up white sneakers appeared in your line of sight, voice lilting and even the slightest bit teasing. “Now you look like you could use some cheering up.”

“Cheering up for the end of the world? That’s new.” You snorted, looking up from your half-finished weapon to see him smiling down at you like you were holding a brand new Fender, not a crudely made spear whose only purpose was to maim and kill. “Why do you look so happy?”

Eddie shrugged, plopping down in the grass next to the overturned bucket you were sitting on with his legs splayed out in front of him as he leaned back on his palms casually. “Kinda exciting, don’t you think? Saving the world?”

“If we can save the world.”

“Wow, you’re being really cynical today, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with spending possibly the last day of my life trying to save a town that’s been nothing but horrible to us.”

Eddie scooted closer to you, resting his chin on your knee as he looked up at you, his expression impossibly serious. “Hey, stop it. You’re not gonna die, Y/N, nobody’s gonna die. Nobody except Vecna. Everything is gonna be fine, okay?”

“You don’t know that.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” He sighed, tapping a ring-clad finger on your thigh thoughtfully. “But I choose to believe that the plan is gonna work, and that someday in the future, we can all look back and laugh at this. Y’know, ‘hey, remember that time in ‘86 when I was accused of murder and we saved the Hawkins from that creepy Vecna guy? Yeah, what a crazy week that was’.”

You smiled at his attempt to make light of everything, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “How are you not scared?” You murmured, to which Eddie let out a breathy chuckle.

“Oh, I’m absolutely terrified.” He shook his head. “Yeah, scared shitless.”

“But you’re still laughing it up, cracking jokes. How do you do that?”

Eddie sighed, pondering for a few seconds before responding. “When you grow up the way I did, with a dad like mine…you learn to make the best out of every situation. No matter how dark or completely batshit crazy things might seem, you try to find the light in it all.”

“How is it that you always know just what to say to calm me down?” You murmured, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m good like that.”

You set your weapon off to the side in favor of cupping Eddie’s face in your hands gently, your fingers mapping every contour and slope of his features like you were trying to commit him to memory. He just peered up at you through the fringe of thick lashes that framed his beautiful brown eyes, tilting his head to kiss your fingertips as they ghosted across his cheeks in a way that had both of you smiling at each other like idiots.

“After all this is over, you and me—we’re takin’ a road trip, baby,” Eddie declared, tongue poking out from between his teeth as he reached up to lace his fingers with yours excitedly. “I dunno where yet, but we’re going!”

“Rock and Roll Hall of Fame?”

“Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, definitely.” He nodded fiercely. “Is there a heavy metal hall of fame? There’s gotta be.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Fuck yeah, we’ll figure it out. Anywhere you wanna go, sweetheart, we’ll go.” Eddie slapped his palm against your leg happily. “We’re gonna get the fuck out of this goddamn town for a long time. Travel the country. Maybe never come back. Haven’t thought that far yet.”

“You’d leave Dustin here?” You raised an amused eyebrow, casting a glance over at the younger curly haired boy play-fighting with Lucas in the distance. There was no denying that over the school year, Eddie and Dustin had become really close. Sometimes you even liked to joke that Eddie had become Dustin’s second dad (the first one being Steve, of course).

Eddie followed your gaze, shrugging. “He can come too.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t tell him I said this, but I think he’d miss me a little too much if I ever left him here.”

“I think you’re right about that.”

He smiled softly, then suddenly looped his arms around your waist, yanking you down onto the grass next to him with a gleeful cackle, shifting above you with his knees on either side of your body. It was cold and slightly wet from this morning’s dew, but none of it mattered compared to the way Eddie was beaming down at you.

“What the fuck, Eds?” You breathed, gazing up at him incredulously.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Good. Just wanted to make sure we both were super clear on that.”

“Weirdo.”

Eddie wrinkled his nose in mock offense, a smile still stretching his face as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. You reciprocated happily, feeling like all your troubles were melting away when you were with him, until—

“Alright, stop eating each other’s faces! We gotta roll out.” Dustin’s disgusted voice had Eddie pulling away from you, scowling up at him.

“Henderson, I swear to god—” He grumbled, but you poked him in the ribs. “Nevermind.”

“Come on, lovebirds. It’s go time.”

Eddie pulled himself to his feet, offering you a hand that you gladly took. You grabbed your spear, took a deep breath, and then helped load everything into the RV.

The ride to the Creel house was tense, to say the least. Even though all you wanted to do was stay with Eddie and Dustin, your part in the plan was to stay with Erica at the old playground across the street from Lucas and Max in the house, just in case something went wrong. They were all just kids, after all. Eddie had been adamant on you staying safe, and there was no point in arguing with him about it (you’d already tried and failed).

“Please be careful, Eddie.” You pleaded, holding his face firmly in both hands to look him dead in the eye. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“What’s stupider than being the bait for a swarm of demon bats in Hawkins the horror dimension?” He teased, but sobered up at your unamused glare, nodding quickly. “Yeah, no, I’ll be careful. I promise.”

You cast a glance over at the open window that Dustin was currently hanging out of. “Make sure he doesn’t try anything dumb, alright, Dustin?”

“I’ll do my best.”

Eddie made a noise of indignation, but you kissed him before he could voice his protests, mashing your lips against his fervently. You pulled away before it could get too heated, and when you did, Eddie looked dazed, his mouth hanging open in stunned silence.

“Good luck, Eds. Come back to me in one piece, okay?” You said softly, bringing him into a brief hug before stepping onto the pavement next to the kids. He just nodded again, stumbling backwards when Steve pulled him back into the RV. “Watch each other’s backs, everyone.”

With that, the RV rumbled off down the road, leaving the four of you to stick to your parts of the plan.

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It was dark out the next time you heard from someone on the radio. Your nerves were already going haywire, so when you heard Dustin’s voice, you were immediately scared.

“—does anyone copy? Eddie—the bats—help!!!” His voice was garbled and staticky through the walkie talkie, but you felt your chest clench at the words you could make out.

You snatched the device off the ground with shaky hands, bringing it up to your mouth. “Dustin, this is Y/N! Repeat what you just said.”

There was feedback from the walkie, then Dustin’s voice again, still cutting in and out. “Y/N! Get to the trailer, now. Please, I need—mayday, mayday—”

“What’s happening???” You exclaimed, locking wide eyes with an equally as worried Erica. Nothing but static. “Dustin, report back.”

“Y/N, just go! I can handle this,” Erica insisted, shaking her head furiously when you tried to object. “I got this, go help Dustin!”

You let out a sharp breath, pulling her into a tight hug before all but hurling yourself out of the jungle gym and making a mad dash for the rusty bike you’d found at the corner of the property earlier. It wasn’t the best mode of transportation, but it would have to do. “Please be safe, Erica! And use the walkie if you need me to come back!”

She shooed you away with a nod, and you were off, pedaling as fast as you possibly could towards the trailer park, so fast that you wouldn’t be surprised if the old bike fell apart from such vigorous use after so long.

It seemed like forever until you finally got to Eddie’s trailer (and it certainly didn’t help that your heart was climbing its way up your throat the entire time), skidding to a stop and leaping off. You made a mad dash for the door, wrenching it open with as much force as you could muster.

The second your eyes landed on the rope that previously bridged the gap between the two worlds coiled on the floor of Eddie’s living room like it had been cut, and neither Dustin nor Eddie were anywhere to be found, you had a gut feeling that something had gone terribly wrong. It was a struggle getting yourself up to the ceiling to climb your way through the hole, but after a frustratingly long time, you managed to get through and land on your feet.

The disgusting squelching of the dark vines curled around every surface of this world made you shudder as you looked around the trailer for the boys, eyebrows furrowing when they weren’t there. They were supposed to be there.

Dustin’s makeshift trash can shield lay case aside on the floor in front of the wide open door. The rest of the place looked like it had been ripped apart—Eddie’s things strewn every which way, bat guts splattering the walls, splintered pieces of what you assumed were the boys’ spears littering the floor.

“Eddie, Dustin, where are you?” You called, fighting the waver in your voice as your mind whirled through all the possible explanations to why they weren’t where they said they’d be after the plan was done.

No response.

You stepped outside, eyes searching the area surrounding the trailer for any sign of the two boys and still coming up short, and every second that ticked by that you didn’t know where either of them were had your heart pounding a little harder against your ribcage in fear.

Where the hell were they?

It wasn’t until you heard a wail from a few trailers away that you really started to panic. Your feet started moving before your mind could catch up, feet pounding against the ground in the direction of the cry until you saw the sight that would forever be ingrained into the backs of your eyelids.

Demobat carcasses littered the clearing, some of them still twitching. Dustin was hunched over a body, his shoulders shaking with barely contained sobs as he clutched at an achingly familiar leather jacket. As you got closer, you saw that it was Eddie, covered in blood and guts and god knows what else, blinking slowly up at Dustin.

“No…” You breathed, collapsing to your knees next to the both of them. “What happened?”

“He—he took on the bats all on his own, sacrificed himself to buy everyone more time!” Dustin cried, letting you slide in next to him. “I couldn’t stop him, I couldn’t—” The rest of the younger boy’s words were swallowed by a choked cry.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbled weakly, his breath rattling painfully in his chest as he managed a small smile through the blood staining his teeth. “I need to—I need to tell you something…”

“No, save your breath, okay? We’re gonna get you out of here, Eds, we’re gonna get you to a hospital—” Your voice was high with panic, hands pressing against his crimson soaked shirt as you attempted to stop him bleeding out right here and now. “You’re gonna be fine, Eddie, you hear me? Dustin, come on, we gotta get him to the trailer—”

Dustin managed a nod through his own tears, hooking his hands under Eddie’s arms to try and get him up, but Eddie cried out in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I think I…just need a few seconds, man,” Eddie moaned, waving his hand in the air feebly.

“Shit, okay, um, Dustin—go find something we can slide him on so we can drag him easier, or like, a rope or something—”

He scrambled to his feet, nodding furiously as he set off around the clearing looking for what you needed. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll go look!”

“Hey, you look at me, Eddie. Look at me, keep your eyes open, okay?” You pleaded, shifting Eddie’s head into your lap and attempting to wipe the blood off his chin with the hem of your jacket with one hand while the other stayed pressed against his wounds. He just nodded clumsily, every gasping breath sounding more and more like a struggle as the seconds ticked by. “Rock and Roll Hall of Fame—we’re gonna go there, right? You, me and Dustin in your god awful van, cruising down the highway with the windows down, blasting music the whole time. Doesn’t that sound fun, Eddie?”

“So…fun,” He groaned, grimacing at the pressure of your palm against the gashes littering his torso.

“I know it hurts, I’m so sorry, but this is the only way we’re gonna get you out of here,” You apologized profusely, stroking his hair as best you could with all the blood sticking to your skin.

His blood.

God, you wanted to sob at the sight of Eddie in so much pain, but you couldn’t let him see how fucking terrified you were. That wouldn’t be doing him any good.

“Promise me—promise me you’ll take care of him,” He croaked, nodding his head towards Dustin, who was rifling through a giant pile of trash at the edge of the grass with a slew of curses that if you weren’t desperately trying to keep your boyfriend from bleeding out, you would’ve laughed at. “He needs…someone like you to—to look after him.”

“You’re gonna be able to look after Dustin, okay? You’re gonna be there for him because you’re gonna live, we’re getting you out of here alive, you hear me, Eddie?” You insisted, shaking your head. Eddie inhaled another shuddering breath, one hand scrabbling at the pocket of his leather jacket frantically. “Hey, what are you doing? Stop moving, baby—please, just save your energy.”

He didn’t listen, just fumbled around in his pocket until he procured his guitar pick necklace, tucking it into your palm with a wince. “Keep this for me. Just in case I—I don’t make it out.”

“Stop saying that.” You whimpered, finally feeling the tears start to roll down your cheeks.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” He choked out, wrapping a weak hand around your wrist with an equally weak smile. “I love—I love you. Always.”

“I love you too, Eddie, you know I do.”

“I do know.” Eddie croaked, his eyes shining bright with unshed tears. You leaned down, pressing your lips against his even though all you could taste was your own tears and the metallic tang of his blood, pouring everything you had into the kiss, because this might be the last time that you’d ever be able to. When you pulled away, he was still smiling, although there was a single tear rolling down his face now. “That was—I liked that. A lot. Can you…can you get Henderson over here? Gotta tell him something…”

You wanted to tell him no—that whatever he needed to tell Dustin could wait until after you got him to a hospital, but you could tell that with every labored breath Eddie took, he was inching closer to the end. “Yeah, okay. Dustin!” Dustin’s head popped out from behind another trailer, and you beckoned him over.

“What? What’s happening?” He limped over as fast as he could, kneeling beside Eddie. “Hey, man, you’re doing so good! Just hang on a little longer, okay?”

“You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?” Eddie murmured.

Dustin shook his head with a tearful whimper, clapping a gentle hand on Eddie’s chest. “No, you’re gonna do that yourself, man.”

“Nah, I’m—I’m not.” Eddie blinked slowly. “Say you’re gonna look after them. Say…it.”

“I’m…I’m gonna look after them.”

“Good. ‘Cause I’m actually gonna graduate,” He took another painfully slow, shuddering breath. “I think it’s my year, guys,” He gasped, smiling weakly up at the two of you. “I think it’s finally…my year.” You couldn’t help but let a strangled sob escape your lips, burying your face against his chest. “I love you, man.”

“I love you too.” Dustin’s voice was thick with tears now, hands gripping Eddie’s tightly, like if he let go, so would Eddie. You just laid against him, listening to his heartbeat through your own crying as if you were trying to engrain it into yourself.

Only a few more seconds went by before you couldn’t feel him breathing anymore, and when you finally managed to look at his face, his eyes were a million miles away. Glassy.

Empty.

There was a high pitched ringing in your ears, and then you heard a scream—a gut wrenching, voice cracking, heartbreaking, pitiful wail that you later realized had come from you.

You honestly don’t know what happened after that. You remember clinging to Eddie’s body for god knows how long, not moving until someone pulled you off. You remember hugging Dustin for the longest time too, the both of you letting each other be a shoulder to cry on. But other than that, everything was a blur.

Nothing mattered anymore, because Eddie was gone.

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The plastic of Eddie’s guitar pick dug into your palm sharply as you clutched it to your chest, the chain cold against your skin. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the flowers in your hands as you made your way to his grave—an assortment of colorful blooms that contradicted the muted grays of the cemetery around you—because you feared if you actually laid eyes on the cold slab of granite that Eddie’s life had been reduced to, it would finally set in that he wasn’t here anymore.

Ever since the day he died, all the way up until right now, it still didn’t seem real. How Eddie had sacrificed his life for a town that hated him, and would continue to hate him, not knowing that he saved them.

“Hey, Eds. It’s me. Sorry I haven’t visited you till now, I’ve still been trying to make sense of it all. I’m not gonna lie, it’s been…really hard without you. I don’t know what to do anymore.” You said shakily, placing the flowers down on the damp grass in front of his grave.

“Dustin’s…coping the best he can. We all are. Been having him tucked under my wing ever since…y’know. I still wake up everyday thinking that you’ll be right beside me when I open my eyes, and when I do, it hurts so much that you’re not. But I know you’re keeping an eye on us from up there—if you even made it up there at all, Hellfire King.” You sighed, letting out a watery chuckle at your own weak attempt at a joke. “Who am I kidding, of course you made it. You were—are—the sweetest angel boy. My sweet angel boy.”

You inhaled a shaky breath, balling your hands into fists to keep them from trembling uncontrollably. “God, I love you, Eddie. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you. Really wish we had more time together, but you just had to go and be the hero, didn’t you?” A tear escaped its way down your cheek with your words that you quickly wiped away with your sleeve. “You’re my hero, I hope you know that. You’ll always be my hero. I’m forever proud of you, and forever grateful for these past years we’ve spent madly in love together.”

You finally managed to look up from your shoes to Eddie’s headstone, and what you saw almost made you sob again. Someone had propped a homemade collage of pictures against it, with Polaroids ranging from Hellfire Club meetings, to candid shots of Corroded Coffin at their gigs—you even spotted yourself with Eddie in a few of them, both of you beaming at each other with such love in your eyes. You didn’t even know when they’d been taken or who had taken them, but you looked…happy.

You were half expecting to hear Eddie’s voice telling you that you were being way too sappy, and that you needed to get your shit together and stop crying over him. That all this sentimental shit was so not metal.

But you couldn't help it. Eddie Munson was the love of your life—that epic love that you'd always dreamed of, and had somehow been lucky enough to find.

“Miss you, Eds. Love you always.” You finished softly, kissing your fingertips and brushing them across the carving of Eddie’s name into the smooth granite.

“You ready?” Dustin’s voice from behind you made you turn around, meeting his eyes with a sad smile.

With one more glance back at Eddie’s final resting place, you made your way to the younger boy, ruffling his curly hair lovingly before slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, here we come!”

“Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, here we come.” You echoed, squeezing him against your side a little tighter. The both of you slid into Eddie’s battered van, Dustin buckling up in the passenger seat while you settled in behind the wheel.

As much as you hated the thing, it was one of the last things of Eddie’s that you couldn’t bear to part with. Because if you ignored the slightly musty smell of the carpeted interior and got past how you had to bang on the dashboard a few times in order to get the radio working, sometimes you swore you could still hear Eddie singing along to his heavy metal cassette tapes, picturing the sight of him smacking the steering wheel in time with the drums and holding out an imaginary microphone for you to join in too.

Those were the best times, now memories that you would forever cherish, even if it meant driving the death trap on wheels all across the country to go on that road trip that Eddie had been talking about.

The cemetery grew smaller and smaller until it was nothing but a dot in the rearview mirror as you drove away, and you let your mind wander. Sure, it hurt like hell right now—Eddie not being by your side forever and always like you’d both planned. There was an Eddie Munson sized hole in your heart that would probably always hurt. But eventually, someday in the future, that hole would heal.

It wouldn't be pretty, and it wouldn't be perfect, but you were going to take it day by day until you could live the life that Eddie had always wanted you to have. And in a way, he’d be with you, watching over you every step of the way. You hoped that he’d be as proud of you as you were of him.

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luvvictoria · 1 year

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" Stupid jerks made us patrol until 11…" Power complains . You hum as you look over at Denji, you can see how tired he is. After all, this thing with the assassination thing is tiring for you all.

Slowly, their voices died down and you drifted off to sleep, even though you were curious to know what Denji said.

The next thing you know when you woke up, is that your head is on Denji's shoulder. He noticed you woke up.

" Doesn't it feel like, it's been a long time ? " You frown, not really understanding what he's saying. Denji peeks at you " How have you been ? " you let out an 'oh' put your head back on his shoulder " I've been fine, and everything's good " he hums " Nice to know…seems like you're doing well. "

You've known Denji before you two became Public Safety Devil Hunters. You had debts to yakuza he was working with, you met and the two of you just clicked together. You were getting along just fine at that time, but with years you've grow up and with your parent's death, you became a Public Safety Devil Hunter to get sweet revenge. You didn't hear anything about Denji since. But somehow, you meet again.

" I miss you… " he continues " It sucks that we can't be in the same division. " you hum in agreement. You wish you could be in the same division with him " But hey, at least I get to see you now ! " you smile softly, even if he can't see it " I'm happy I can see you again. " you say " We should really go out sometime ! " you look up at him, but he was already looking you " We still know each other and i don't stay far away from where you live. "

" Have you gone on any mission before this thing happened ? " you ask out of nowhere " Hm ? ah, I've been going on a few missions. Not that many tho . " you huff " like on 6 or 7, right ? " " Yeahh , I'm kind of okay with it , to be honest… the last couple of fights were wild…" you giggle quietly and close your eyes

" Hey , remember that one fight we had ? " you hum at his question " Are you talking about the fight we had with katana man ? " you look fully at him and, with excitement, he turns and looks at you too " Yeah ! And we let out that awesome combo ! " he talks completely amazed by what have you done by that time " I still bring it up time to time. It was such an accomplishing and satisfying moment ! " he giggles excitedly " And we were able to impress people who don't really get impressed that easily ! " you add with a smile on your face " That makes it even more cooler !! " he giggle again, but then lets out a sigh " I feel like everyone's been so serious recently… I don't know why… " the room fills up with silence " I think it's because of Makima. " Denji throws his head back, leaning on the wall behind you " I've ask multiple people what they think about her, if they think she's a nice person. Anndd, I've gotten mixed results. So I can't really make up my mind off of what other people think about her and to be honest, I don't know much about her myself…" and the room is silent again and he turns his head to you " All I know is that I can't wait 'till this Fiasco is over. "

Denji sighs again " So tell me " you look at him " How are you really doing ? " your face remains stoic but deep down, his question made you feel weird things in your stomach " I remember the last time we spoke to each other, you told me you were feeling alone. I'm not really an expert on emotions or feelings or… how to handle a situation, but the least I could do for you is to listen. " you look down at you feet " I wanted to tell you that day… to keep your head up. " he hugs you close to him by your waist, pulling you closer to him " Besides , you and me, we're always going to be close like this ! " he smiles and you chuckle. Denji knows you so well that you don't even need to say anything. He's just gonna figure out himself that there is something wrong. And to make you feel better he's going to talk with you like this. Balbering about life.

" Before I made it here, and reunited with you, and met everyone else, my life was kinda boring. I would always want to sleep, you know ? Sleeping off the trauma. " he awkwardly laugh " I don't want to sound sentimental but, this place, and everyone here… really means a lot to me. "

" I haven't told anyone this before but, I feel like in the past I used to hate my life. Nothing would ever make sense. I always wondered why am I so alone…is there any reason for why I'm alone, for why I have no one? But then…" you could feel his breath on your neck as he holds you even closer, he was kinda nuzzling om your neck " I met Makima, I met Power, I met other people, and I met you… " your breath hitches and you look at him, speechless yet, happy " And slowly… I started to be thankful for things I never knew I could apreciate. I guess that's the game of life. You don't know what cards life might give you…" Denji now looks at you, holding your shoulders. You were just speechless. You didn't know if that was meant to be a confession, or if he just wanted to make you feel better, but you felt butterflies in your stomach .

" I'm so glad that I never gave up… " he looks at you " And that you haven't either. " he smiles and hugs you tight to him. A hug you return, and hug his waist " We have to be there for each other. " he caresses your hair " There's always going to be some hard days… " he looks down at you " And just because we have people around us, doesn't mean that we still can't feel alone. " He really knows his way with his words " But when I'm with you… I never feel alone, I feel like you understan me the best out of all people " He was making you feel things. You grab his shirt tightly in your fist which, he noticed " Don't you worry. I'm not going anywhere " he now plays with your hair, stroking it " and I'm always going to be here for you, [name]. " you look up at him. Denji softly smiles and with his thumb he started caressing your cheek.

"… I love you "

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#denji #denji x reader #denji hayakawa #chainsaw man #csm x reader #csm denji #denji x you #denji headcanons #denji drabble #comfort character #power #power csm

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cottoncandy-cult · 7 months

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Koga X Pack Mem! Reader

tw it is alluded to that something more mature happens, reader is a wolf demon in her first heat after all

(Y/n) lie splayed out in a cave a little south of her den, her (H/l) tresses a mess and her body heat so high she didn't want to move. It all started this morning; she awoke with an odd feeling in her stomach. It was like a sort of tension, and as time went on it began to grow, and a fever began to overtake her. She had stepped out of the cave, hoping the cool early spring air could help lower the rising heat in her body. It was then that an older female pulled her to the side, and that was when she learned of the true nature of her situation. She was in heat. Her parents had died when she was younger, killed by demon hunters. So, the young female wolf didn't really have anyone to explain things to her, and now she was a little nervous. The males drawn in by scent would be her mate, the man she's destined to be with for the rest of her life.

It was then she left the den to find a hiding place for a few days, she had been an early bloomer and her first heat had come. She hadn't thought much about mates, I mean once you took one it was for life. She never had time to think of such things, as she was always trailing the leader of their pack and her best friend around. Koga often forgetting to do certain things, so she had to remind him. It was maybe around lunch, and she was sweating heavily as her body trembled while she panted for air. It would be days before it ended, the only real way to quell this feeling would be to find her mate. Just the presence would help to soothe her body, but she was admittedly nervous. Even though she can't be forced to take a mate and she could wait til next season, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to control herself.

~~~Meanwhile with Koga~~~~

The young male sniffed the air as he searched for his best friend, she hadn't showed up to eat lunch and it left him worried as no one had seen her since this morning. He could faintly catch her scent in the wind, he followed it cautiously as he had noticed that it was slightly different than normal. Though at the same time the more he breathed in the scent, the faster her moved and the harder his heart pounded. Something about the scent appealed to him, though it also triggered something within him. He needed to find her. Chasing Kagome had become a game to him after a while, he was doing it to tease Inuyasha as he knew Kagome wasn't interested but still it was fun to bug the white-haired half demon. Though he knew another mating season was coming up in a few days and this time he was gonna take a mate, not because he had to or just for the sake of having an heir. He had a specific female in mind, one he had loved for a while now, but he wanted to be sure she held feelings for him.

If he could find her at least. It had taken him a solid 15 minutes to find the general area where she was, her scent growing stronger the closer he grew to the cave she was hiding in. It wasn't til he got inside of the stone structure that he recognized that odd spice her scent had to it, his suspicions confirmed by the sight of her current position on the floor of the cave.

She had grown so hot she had removed her pelts, wearing nothing but her chest wraps as she lie stretched out on the cool rock floor. She looked so needy and submissive that his inner wolf ran wild, he almost fell apart and claimed her as a primal beast would, but he held together. He wouldn't force her into anything, cause then he'd likely lose her.

Her (E/c) orbs watched him, she had heard him stumble into the cave. Her instincts were going crazy, as he drew closer, she felt something primitive slipping free. Once he had got within reach Koga had found himself pinned to the ground, he stared at her in astonishment as he felt breathless laying below her.

He had never met a female who could or would dominate him, at least he didn't think so. He felt his conscious mind snap, and his rough hands took her by the hips, his body quickly sitting up as he stared into her eyes and held her close. The air was tense, these moments seeming so intimate that anyone who would have even caught a glance would want to look away. (Y/n) panted softly as she pressed closer to him, holding his gaze before tilting her head a bit. Strands of (H/l) (h/c) hair slipped away, revealing the crook of her neck to him. He leaned in and began peppering kisses on her neck, no longer did he feel a craving for Kagome. Rather he felt a dire need to have this woman as his, she was meant to be his. Sapphire orbs began to glow gold, his fangs elongating as he held fast to her. Their hips rutting together despite his lower half still being covered, as he struggled to hold together. In a flash his fangs were sunk into her neck, a shriek of sinful pleasure escaped her as thin streaks of scarlet slipped past his lips. Pulling away as he let his tongue lull out of his mouth, he licked her life essence from her silky (S/t) skin. Smoke slipped away from around the edges of each fang hole, the wound was healing though it left behind a black scar of his bite mark. He had claimed her for himself, now all that was left was for her to make her claim of him.

#koga #inuyasha #x reader #fem reader #pack member reader #childhood friend reader #fluff #candy cult vault

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eating-plastic · 8 months

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Heart of the Sea: Willy x Reader

Warnings: just a bunch of fluff, proposal, age gap (I'm sorry, age gaps are just my shit man WHEN BOTH PARTIES ARE +18 OBVIOUSLY)

Word Count: 930 words

A/N: Here it is, my "redemption" for my previous fic with Willy. As you can tell by the fact that I haven't deleted it tho, I don't hate it anymore. Is it my favorite thing that I have written? No, but I like it now. Anyways, here's something way more wholesome. Enjoy!

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If there is anything that everyone can agree on, it is that sunsets are gorgeous. At least, that's what you believed. The sky being bathed in oranges and pinks, not to mention the reflections on the ocean's surface. Although you supposed that its beauty could've come from the fact that today went wonderfully.

Today was Pelican Town's annual luau, in which everyone comes together to eat great food, dance, swim, and of course impress the governor with the potluck soup, which he absolutely loved. Now you were waiting for night to fall and the fireworks to light up the sky. And you had the best seat in the house...er, beach.

Where were you going to watch the fireworks? Why, on your older fisherman boyfriend's boat of course. The shore of the beach was barely in view now, which was perfectly fine by you. It made the situation more intimate, more private, more personal. All of which were good for what you had planned for that night.

"Your drink, love," Willy says, now standing beside you and handing you a glass of your favorite beverage. You take it and smile at him.

"You read my mind," you raise the drink to your lips to drink. He just shrugs.

"I've been with you this long, I should be able to know what my lil' skipper wants," he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, The remark warms your heart. You both had been together for a while now, even through all of the uncertainties with the age gap and how the other villagers would react.

It made you happy to know that any of the naysayers you two might've had were wrong about the relationship not lasting.

And you had another big thing coming that would prove them wrong.

"Today was a good day," you state, absentmindedly.

"It was," Willy nods. Originally, he was never the biggest fan of Pelican Town's festivals, often wishing that he was out fishing instead. Ever since you came along though, he had to admit, they were a lot more fun than he remembered. Especially with you at his side. "You know...it's not over yet."

"Of course not," you chirp, not noticing the change in his tone. "There's still the fireworks. They're gonna be beautiful."

"Eh, they're okay."

"What do you mean 'okay'? I thought you liked them?" you ask, confused.

"Mm, I don't know...I think the person I'm standing next to me is miles prettier than some fireworks," the older man quips, causing you to giggle.

"Okay okay, I'll accept that," you look up at him and smile.

You two continue to drink and wait for the luau's finally. With your drinks finished, and darkness starting to fill the sky, you and Willy lean against one of the boat's railings, waiting. You don't notice him fiddling with something in his pocket.

"Can I tell ya something, Y/N?" he asks, glancing down at you and waiting for you to turn your attention to him.

"Of course," you beam.

"You have made me the happiest man in Stardew Valley," he begins, taking your hands into his. "I feel so lucky to have you by my side, and hearing you laugh, and seeing your beautiful smile. I didn't enjoy things like this until you came along."

You feel your smile grow and your cheeks heat up.

"That is why...," he takes a deep breath and pulls out what was in his pocket. "I wanna test my luck and ask you to marry me."

He opens his hand to you, revealing a mermaid pendant. It shines a beautiful light blue glow up at you. You feel a mix of joy and laughter bubbling up within you. It causes you to cover your mouth with your hand and start giggling.

Willy is taken aback at your fit, even feeling a bit of shame beginning to eat away at him, until you reach into your own pocking to reveal another mermaid pendant. The sight of it causes him to laugh as well, and throw his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

Once the two of you calm down, you continue to hold each other, smiles still not fading from your faces. Especially as your lips meet in a joyful kiss.

"So, I take this as you saying 'yes'?" the older man pulls away to look down at you.

"Obviously," you chirp. "I can't believe you were going to propose too."

"Me? I can't believe that you were going to propose at all."

"Why not? I love you and we've been together for years now," you cock your head to the side.

"I know I know, it's just that I still can't believe it even now," he brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

"Hmph, well you better start believing it since you're gonna be my husband now," you put on your best "playfully stern" voice, causing Willy to chuckle.

"I'll certainly try, love," he then steps back to put his mermaid pendant on you.

"You better," you lean up to place your own on him.

Suddenly, a loud boom echoes out and the sky lights up in a green glow. The fireworks had just started.

"Wow, good timing, huh?" you tease, and glance up at the sky. He chuckles and nods, before looking up at the sky himself.

You both continue to watch the explosions of color in the sky, but both you and Willy could agree that those lights could never be compared to the glow of your mermaid pendants.

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv willy #sdv willy x reader #x reader #rita writes

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bcofl0ve · 2 years

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could u write anything w prompt 5. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but we both know you’re not okay.” w austin!

Believe In One Thing (I Won’t Go Away)

ship: austin butler x reader

prompt: “you can lie to yourself all you want, we both know you aren’t okay”

summary: the 6th anniversary of his mom’s death falls 3 months into your relationship and convincing austin he doesn’t have to struggle alone is more of a battle than everyone thought it’d be.

content warning: death of a parent, trauma anniversaries

You were sitting on the couch when your phone rang, Austin’s caller ID flashing across the screen. It was a mirror selfie you’d taken in his trailer the last time you visited the set, his arms wrapped around your waist, chin propped on your shoulder.

But you stopped yourself from staring at the photo to pick up the phone, only getting half of greeting out before Austin was talking.

“Hey baby, are you busy right now?” He said, and something felt off about his tone, your boyfriend sounding halfway to frantic.

“Not really- but I thought you were going to be working till late?”

The late late nights at set were new, and if you were being honest you hated it because it meant you saw significantly less of him. But he was working hard, you couldn’t knock that.

“Baz uh, he sent me home, are you at your place?”

“Baz sent me home.”

What the hell?

You heard his brakes squeal followed by a string of mumbled curse words. He’d seemed to be growing more frantic by the second, and you more confused.

“Yeah, I’m home- Austin what’s going on?”

“I’m not breaking up with you.” He deadpanned and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t so worried, because the possibility hadn’t even crossed your mind. But before you could ask any follow up questions he rushed out ”I’ll see you in ten, okay?” and hung up.

The next ten minutes were spent just about staring a hole through the front door until you heard footsteps approaching it from the outside, getting there to open it before he could knock.

You’d expected him to look frazzled but didn’t expect it to be this bad, his hair disheveled and eyes puffy. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and joggers, the casual affair accented by the rhinestone belt around his waist. They’d be having him do dance rehearsals in an Elvis belt to get used to the weight, but he wasn’t at set now. He was standing in your doorway looking like he’d just been hit by a bus.

“Why did Baz send you home, did something happen?” You said and ushered him inside. Austin took his shoes off by the door and leaned against the entryway wall, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“My mom died.”

You knew that already. But this entire situation made a lot more sense when he finished his thought.

“Tomorrow, the 11th.”

Oh.

His voice trembled, and you were at a loss. You’d known his mom had died long before you got together a few months ago, but hadn’t paid attention to when and felt like an asshole for not knowing. Or Googling it or doing anything before the train flew off the tracks like it apparently had at work.

“Why didn’t you say something?” You said softly, taking a step closer and reaching for his arm, Austin dropping his head back against the wall.

“Didn’t want you to worry.” He mumbled “it’s been what, almost a decade, I should be,"

You couldn’t let him finish that thought, cutting him off.

“She was your mom Aus, you were so young. That type of grief doesn’t just go away with time.”

“Yeah, apparently not.” He said, gesturing aimlessly and looking down. His eyes widened when they landed on the belt, and he cursed under his breath.

Austin took a shaky breath in and out as he pushed off the wall and walked past you further into the apartment. “Didn’t even realize I was still wearing this when I walked off, costumes is gonna have my head,”

“It’s just a belt.” You said as you followed him, “You wanna go back to your place and drop it off on the way? I can pack an overnight bag in a few minutes,"

He shook his head, opening his mouth and closing it a few times like there was something he wanted to say but couldn't, scratching the side of his neck and looking away from you as his eyes got glossy.

“Hey- it’s okay, you can stay here, come on,” You said and put a hand on his shoulder, nudging him down the hallway in the direction of your bedroom. Once you were both inside you closed the door with your foot, snaking around to Austin’s front to help him get the belt off.

His hands were shaking so hard he could barely undo the buckle by himself, mumbling something under his breath that you didn’t catch as you removed the thing and set it on your dresser.

Bringing your hands up to his face, you tilted his head down so that your eyes met.

“Talk to me honey,”

“I just- I miss her so much, filming has been a beast the past couple weeks- I keep wishin’ I could talk to her about it.” He mumbled, slurring a little. You swiped at a tear falling down his face with your thumb.

“But now,” He continued “I’m getting sent home cuz I can’t concentrate on shit, completely scatterbrained. Baz came up to me all “You can lie to yourself all you want but we both know you’re not okay” like I’m some little kid. I know she’s up wherever shaking her head at me.”

“No, she’s not.” You replied firmly “She is up there so so proud of you- for everything, the movie, surrounding yourself with people who look out for you like Baz. You’ve haven’t done a thing to disappoint her. Not one.”

Austin didn’t offer a rebuttal to that, by the looks of it because he didn’t have the energy, his chin starting to wobble in your hands. A second passed between him dropping his head to your shoulder and a sob wracking through him, his heart pounding right against yours.

You pulled him in tighter, kissing the side of his head and trying to find something- anything to say that might help even a little bit.

“I’m right here” You tried, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I love you so much,”

Neither of you had said that, yet, but it was the only thing that made sense to say now. No amount of apologies or promises that everything would be okay would fix a damn thing, But you loved him to pieces, and couldn’t hold that back for a second longer seeing him so bent out of shape.

That love had to count for something.

#austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfic #austin butler headcanons #austin butler imagines #austin butler imagine #tw death of parent #elvis movie

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Hidden Away - Chapter 19

pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader

summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.

warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+

word count: 2000+

Hello guys. My life has changed in the last few days and I'm always tired and, because the interactions are getting less and less with every chapter I'm thinking about ending this fic with one more episodes after this one, I have ready for a while now. So, for now, this will be the last one. It won't have a definite ending but well. Thanks for all who read it.

Chapter 19

The following days were spent between work, your apartment and Peña's house, spending the nights there, even after he had already removed the stitches. He still couldn't make much effort because of the scar and he took advantage of that to have you keeping him company. With each passing day you started to talk more, you started to spend more time in the chair next to him, he would go to your side when you were reading on the couch. And every day, whenever he saw your tired face, he offered you his bed so you could lie down next to him without, however, being able to convince you.

At work, they had finally managed to get La Quica to start talking, occasionally giving out the location of one of his boss's hiding places. When that happened, you and Murphy would join the Search Bloc in hopes of finally catching him, and at the end of each day, you'd always walk away empty-handed. Even when he was in the place you were attacking, he managed to escape. The secret passages were getting better and better and the frustration just kept growing. Javi was also upset about the situation but, deep down, he was happy. He wanted to be by your side when he got caught. After so many years spent in Colombia, he didn't want to hear about the news of Escobar’s capture by others while he was locked up at home, recovering.

“We're still going to have to drag him out of a hole in the middle of the jungle.”, you said to Peña after you finished dinner. “That man will eventually run out of hiding places.”

“If we find him in a hole, we can always cover it up and leave him there to die, suffocated.”

“It wouldn't be a bad idea. But I think a prison in the United States might be a punishment more in line with everything he's done."

“Well, of course you're right. But being buried alive is always a possibility to be considered.”

“So morbid.”

"Don’t you like it?"

“It is better not to answer that and maintain my presumption of innocence.”

“Hmm, hmm. I know that behind that saintly face there is a much darker side.” You stared at him for a while, considering what he had just said.

“There is a darker side, yes, but not as you think.”, you said almost in a breath.

“What do you mean by that?”, Javier asked with a heavier face and with his eyebrows closer together.

"What? Nothing.”, you replied, realizing what you had just said. “Well, now that you're a lot better I think I can go to sleep in my bed. Your couch is killing me and I really need to see if I can rest.”

“And do you think you can do it in your bed?”

“I have to try.”

“I know I've said it many times and the answer has always been negative, but why don't you stay here? You might fall asleep more easily.”

“No need and...”

"And nothing. You can’t use the excuse that you are afraid of hurting me again anymore. I'm almost recovered now. There is no longer that risk.”

"But..."

"But what? If you want, you can stay under the sheet and I'll stay on top, in case you're afraid of not resisting my charm.”

“Hey, don't be silly.”

"It was just a joke. But we can do that if it makes you feel more comfortable. Come on. I know you haven't been sleeping. Why don't you try? It doesn't hurt.”

You were standing, hands on your waist, moving your gaze from the door of his room to the bed and vice versa not knowing what to do. You knew he was right but you didn't want to share a bed with him. The further away from him you were, the better. But in the end, tiredness won out and you gave in to Peña's offer.

“One over and one under.”, you said pointing a finger at him vigorously.

“Over, under, face to face, back to face.”

“On the sheet.”, you shouted without knowing how to answer him.

“Calm down, I was just messing with you. Come on, lie down here beside me,” he continued, patting the free space on the other side of the bed with his hand.

“What despair makes us do.”, you ended up saying with your face turned to the ceiling and heading towards the place that Peña indicated. As he was already under the sheet, you ended up lying on top of it, trying to stay as far away from him as possible.

“You know that at the end of the mattress it’s the floor, don't you? You don't need to be there at the end. Come over here. I still only sleep on my back so you won't wake up with anything near your ass.”, he said while looking at it, inside the tiny shorts you had on.

“That’s just what I needed. Try it and you’ll find yourself without anything to rub against my ass and you'd have to start pissing sitting down for the rest of your life.”

“Come on, move closer here, otherwise you will still not be able to sleep.”

“Damn it. Ok." And so you turned to his side and approached his body, although you didn't quite touch him. Even a little farther away, you could feel the heat that his body gave off, his usual odor.

"See you tomorrow then."

“Until tomorrow.”, Peña said, letting you close your eyes beside him, hoping you could get a good night's rest.

Gradually your breathing began to get heavier and, in your dazed state, you brought your body closer to his, holding onto his arm with both hands, as if you were afraid that he would suddenly disappear. He smiled looking down at your hands, your arms wrapped around his. Lowering his head a little, he stuck his nose in your hair and gently inhaled the scent of your shampoo, feeling the texture of each strand of hair, kissing your forehead. “Rest, mi sueño.” And so, facing you, he fell asleep too.

It hadn't been 4 hours since you fell asleep when your body started to shake, slowly at first, and then uncontrollably over time. This woke up Peña who still had his arm trapped between your hands. When he looked at you he got worried. In addition to the tremors, your face was covered with beads of sweat, your expression was one of suffering and the heavy breathing of a few hours before had turned into a mixture of groans and cries. You woke up suddenly with a small scream and Javi tried to hold you with his free arm, grabbing you by the shoulder. Still not being aware of where you were and what had just happened, you saw a hand resting on you and quickly moved away.

"Don't touch me. Let go of me.”, you said in desperation as you sat against the headboard of the bed.

“Calm down, Y/N. It’s me. You don’t need to be afraid.” You were still shivering, taking in quick breaths, fear in your gaze. "Look at me. It’s me. Javi. Breathe slowly.” You turned your face towards him and saw him with his hands in the air, as if to show that he meant you no harm, and you finally recognized him. Inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth, you began to control your breathing.

“What happened?”, Peña asked not knowing what else to do.

"Sorry. It was just a nightmare.”, you said trying to minimize it. After all, it was already a habit.

"Are you sure?"

“Yes, sorry for waking you up like this.”, and still leaning against the headboard of the bed, you took your hands to your face to wipe the beads of sweat that filled it, letting them remain a little longer over your eyes when, after the feeling of the stress left your body, you started to feel the tears fall. Javi noticed and, afraid of scaring you again, approached you and put his arm around your shoulders very slowly, making sure you didn't react negatively to his contact. When he pushed you closer you dropped your head on his shoulder and apologized again.

“Sorry Peña, I don't know why I started crying all of a sudden. You wanting to help and I just acted like a child and woke you up.”

“It's okay. Don't worry about it. And you're not acting like a child. Y/N, look at me.” You looked at him with your eyes still swollen and red. “You can say what you want but I know this is not the first time this has happened. As I told you before, I had already heard you screaming, crying during the night. What's wrong with you? Tell me. I want to try to help.”, his voice conveyed the desperation of seeing you suffering without being able to do anything.

“Thanks, really. But it's not a big deal. Look, I'm not going to be able to sleep again so maybe it's really better to go to my place and let you rest in peace. I'll come back tomorrow before I go to work. Thank you for letting me stay here.” You got up and, taking your keys, you left. Javi let you go without protest, not knowing what to say to keep you there with him. The days went by and Javi didn't speak again about what had happened that night and you never slept next to him so he wouldn't see when all that happened again.

During your conversations, and feeling more and more comfortable with you, Javi began to talk more openly about himself. He told you about his childhood on the ranch, his mother's death and how that event affected him, how his father had reacted to that tragedy, why he left Laredo and, finally, his engagement that ended without marriage, but rather with a bride left at the altar.

"What? You were engaged?”

“Is that what chocked you the most? The fact that I was engaged? Not the part about leaving the bride at the altar?”

“I don't want to offend you, but everyone knows you run away from commitments like everyone else would run away from the devil. So it's easy to imagine yourself running away from something as big as a wedding. Now, imagining yourself getting engaged, asking someone to marry you, that’s amazing.”

“I am not afraid of commitments.”

"Of course not. So why is a man like you, whom all women want, still single? Even after being engaged.”

"I didn't know that aaaaaalllll women wanted me."

“All those who don't have to put up with you every day.”, you said with your face scalding.

"Yeah, right. But I'm not alone for not wanting to commit. Deep down I always imagined myself with someone, with a partner. But none of the people I have been with were who I wanted.”

“And don’t you think that being with all those women you didn’t want are hurting your chance of finding someone?”

“Of course. But as you said before, this job is hard, and sex has always been a great way not to live inside my head, you know?”

“But if you wanted to be with someone, why did you leave her at the church?”

"Because she wasn't the right person either."

“Don't tell me Laredo still has arranged marriages. It's the only reason you got engaged to someone you didn't want to marry."

“She's an incredible person, and I liked her, otherwise I wouldn't have asked her to marry me, but over time I realized that liking her wasn't enough. I needed passion, love, companionship. And she was just a pretty, nice girl who was impossible not to like.” He then ended up saying that even though he had made her suffer, she had forgiven him and that she was happy with her husband and children, and that nothing made him happier. “And you, working together for so long and I hardly know anything about you.”

You didn't want to have this conversation. “There is nothing to say. I was born, my parents raised me, I trained in the CIA, but when New York began to be invaded by the drugs that Escobar and others like him sell, I decided to join the DEA and one day they told me that the people here couldn't do it by themselves and they sent me to Colombia. The End.”, you ended up saying as you got up. “It's getting late. Rest up because tomorrow you have to be fresh to go back to work. I'll come by and give you a ride.”

“I know how to drive.”

“But at least tomorrow, I'll take you. Just to make sure you get there.”

“Look at her, so worried about me.”

“Messina told me to do it.”, you ended with a laugh mixed between your words, as you said goodbye and went to your apartment. Javi didn't know if it was true or not but he preferred to think that you cared about him.

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madangel19 · 10 months

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"We can go all Night" with Swiss, you know me :)

Oh boi you're gonna love this one >:3

“It’s so hard, Swiss. I don’t think I can handle another round.”

“We can go all night, Princess. I know you can take some more.”

Dewdrop paused by Swiss’s closed door when he overheard what was going on in there. It looked like Swiss was having another fun night with his favorite human, Delia. He couldn’t help but step closer to the door, eager to overhear what they were doing. Maybe he could join them if he asked nicely.

“Fuck how are you so good at this, love?” Delia whined.

“I’ve had lots of practice, baby. I’m one of the best smashers around here. I even topped Dew at this,” Swiss replied, chuckling darkly.

Another delicious whine from Delia brought Dew even closer. This sounded really good. He had to see what was going in there. Swiss certainly wouldn’t mind him coming in to watch or participate. He had done it plenty of times before and ended up having a nice time each time he did it.

“I’ll top you next time, love. You’re in for it now,” Delia grumbled.

“We’ll see about that, princess. Try me,” Swiss crowed.

Sweet little Delia topping Swiss? This was something Dew had to see for himself. He looked down and noticed that he was hard. Yeah, he was totally going to join them.

Dewdrop grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it. It was unlocked to his surprise and he pushed it open, walking into the room.

“Hey there. I couldn’t help but overhear you two and was wondering if you wanted a third-,” he stopped short when he saw the scene before him.

Delia and Swiss sat together at the foot of his bed, looking at him with wide eyes full of surprise. Swiss was shirtless while Delia wore a lacy black nightgown. The television in Swiss’s room was turned on and a game of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate was about to start. The multi ghoul’s gaze went down to Dew’s tightening pants and he smirked, his surprise melting away.

“Oh! Hi there, Dew! Did you want to play Smash with us? Swiss has been teaching me how to play and it’s so much fun!. There’s room for more!” Delia chimed, patting the space next to her.

He did indeed love playing Smash with his pack mates, but from the way they were talking, he thought something completely different was happening.

“I…Uh…I think I’ll pass. I thought you guys were fucking,” Dew grumbled, not bothering to hide his erection.

“Oh, we were. We’re just taking a fun little break but then it got serious,” Swiss said, pecking Delia on the cheek and making her giggle. She stopped giggling when she noticed his erection.

“Do you need help with that, hon? We can finish this game first and then we can have some fun,” she suggested, smiling at him innocently.

Swiss perked up, looking from her to Dew with a knowing look in his eyes. That didn’t sound too bad. He had been in this situation plenty of times before. Swiss would end up jerking him off sooner or later while during the game.

“Do you wanna play with us? We could still use a third,” Swiss said, grabbing an extra controller and holding it up for him, a devilish smile growing on his lips.

“Fuck it. Let’s smash,” Dew said, taking his pants and boxers off and sitting next to the multi ghoul. He could feel both sets of eyes on him as he grabbed the third controller. It was only a matter of time now.

Ahaha...

I had so many ideas, but this one was calling my name

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #fanfiction

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There’s an AU I have, Team Hebi-centric, in which Obito never tells Sasuke the truth about the Uchiha Clan massacre (because he died where he was supposed to: underneath the rock. The Kyuubi attack was an accident of poor sealing while Kushina was giving birth) that I’ve been mulling over for a while. I don’t think I’m gonna get it written any time soon so I might as well share the ideas I had in mind!

Setting?:

After he’s killed Itachi, Sasuke is first found by Team Hebi and not the retrieval squad 2, so they hide away in a site where they can’t be found

Sasuke after the fight is kind of... unresponsive, more than usual, for a few days. The others get it, and give him the space he needs, but also Suigetsu tells him he needs to figure out what he’s gonna do next soon so they know whether to hand him back to the Konoha group or to find another mission to do while they’re still a team

Sasuke isn’t particularly inclined to head back home. He doesn’t think he can just go back and pick up where he left off-- and he suspects Team 7 will insist that he can, but as far as he feels, there’s too much baggage associated with the place already. Sasuke’s lived his life in a way where he’s continuously going back to his grief as a motivator, but now that there’s no obsessive focus on revenge behind it, and just grief... he doesn’t really want to deal with that. Going back home means going back to the compound means going back to the graves, and he doesn’t think vestigial affection from a time where it briefly looked that he could ever think of anything else would be enough to prevent the pain of it.

So his choice is that he stays with his new team, and that their next mission will be helping Suigetsu collect his swords.

The... plot?:

The idea is to focus on each member of Hebi, and have them wonder about their place in the world now that they’re so removed from the Hidden Village system.

Suigetsu’s the only one who starts off having plans to actually re-enter that world, but his hopes are dashed because due to the Akatsuki’s actions, there’s an increased hostility towards rogue shinobi in every village. In this AU, since Hebi are never called to capture Killer Bee by Obito, Kisame ends up doing it, actually succeeding, and the Raikage directs his anger towards Kiri to get its shit together concerning their nukenin. This + Pain’s destruction of Konoha means pardons are off the table for any nukenin, and any shinobi, regardless of what they actually do, working outside of the Hidden Village system becomes automatically suspect. Naruto and co. try to argue Sasuke shouldn’t count since he killed Orochimaru and Itachi but ofc Danzo isn’t having it.

Since they’re all on the run anyways, Hebi stick together, and their lives are spent taking any mission they can from whoever’s willing to pay to sustain themselves. They all grow closer, as a result, they learn about each other, and find out they have things in common. Little by little they start to empathize with each other.

Juugo and Karin, starting out aimless, find traces of their own origins little by little during their travels. And so along with helping Suigetsu find his swords (that he’s still looking for despite his situation with Kiri because fuck them anyways, he trained his whole life for this, and he will cut Chojuro’s arms off to steal his if he has to), they’re also looking for every trace of Juugo’s clan they can find and they pay a visit to the Land of Eddies for Karin’s sake, too.

Also during their travels, they meet a lot of different people of different backgrounds: nukenin turned civilians, many civilians who don’t few the Hidden Villages and/or the 5 shinobi countries and their Daimyo positively, people from countries/villages destroyed by the shinobi wars, etc. They learn through the eyes of others how shinobi violence is perceived, how it ruined so many of their lives, their own complicity in it, and... it’s a lot to process. It’s more difficult for Suigetsu, Sasuke and Karin: Suigetsu and Sasuke because they were raised shinobi and within the Hidden Villages, Karin because she has an aversion to empathizing with people in general since she had to stop doing it entirely to survive working under Orochimaru. Juugo has a better time understanding and accepting that because he was shunned by most people to begin with, and doesn’t have any particular attachment to the Hidden Villages anyways. In the end they all register what they’ve learned though, and Sasuke and Juugo in particular are more inclined to help the people they meet in their travels all they can: rescuing people from human trafficking, simply helping people in villages/towns they briefly stay in about their day-to-day activities, teaching people what they can about chakra so their day-to-day activities are easier, etc. Local kids who only know how to murder and do violence unexpectedly become humanitarians. They still sometimes do murder and violence though, but like in the productive way, like murdering the people who were selling kids to Orochimaru.

I intend for Sasuke to eventually learn the truth about the Uchiha Clan Massacre evetnually but he learns it only after experiencing all of the above. He learns it through Danzo specifically, but I haven’t worked out exactly how that happens yet. Anyways that firmly keeps him out of Konoha and with the collaborative effort of him, Karin, Suigetsu and Juugo, Danzo dies.

That’s about all I have on this, for now. I’m not as sure on how this story will end as how it begins and develops.

#send post #these are not fixed ideas like I've written these down for myself but it's still really brainstorming #The day I'll actually start writing it in earnest I might have changed some things #We're like fish in water #you are free to ask me any questions about this! in fact I welcome it sdkfkhsfdkjsd #It'll help me build this AU better

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