#but i realize that that’s not her problem really? and she doesn’t owe me anything
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ok be real with me is it weird to write my downstairs neighbor a note about her sexcapades?
#I’m all for it!! i am!!#i just she’d be more..mindful?#i wish i was laying when i say our walls and floors are paper thin#it’s one of the reasons I’m heavily considering moving because i have to walk on eggshells as to not disturb her#she has the upper hand because no one is directly below her#so she can be as loud as she wants in terms of walking#all I’m asking for is a heads up#but i realize that that’s not her problem really? and she doesn’t owe me anything#idk her bedroom is where mine is so i hear everything and it’s annoying#the other solution is that i start being loud as fuck 🤷🏼♂️#and we’ll see who says what first lol
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For the “I love you” prompts, maybe Eddie x Fem!Reader for overheard? Can lead to fluff or smut :) I was thinking Reader overhears Eddie, but whatever works for you! - @munson-blurbs 💚
AN | Buckle up for some angst! 🥺🥰
Warnings | Language
Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2.7k
Masterlist | Main, Eddie
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Eddie Munson’s face had been pulled into a deep frown the entire evening. Well - it hadn’t been… until he’d spotted you. It wasn’t you per se, but it was the guy you were with; a tall, dark haired and objectively handsome guy.
You’d told Eddie you couldn’t hang out with the gang because you had a test to study for. He hadn’t expected a test to come in the form of a man, but then again, he thought bitterly to himself, he wasn’t studying at the local community college with you so perhaps he had no clue.
Steve clocked his shift in mood immediately and gently nudged Eddie’s side, catching his attention, “what’s wrong? You look like you’re ready to commit an actual murder.”
“Nothing,” he hissed through gritted teeth, shaking his head as he tried to keep his cool, “‘m fine, Steve.”
Steve made a small, noncommittal sound before following Eddie's line of sight and immediately realizing what the problem was. There you were, looking all pretty and happy, and very clearly on a date. On a date that wasn’t with Eddie. Oof.
“Eddie-”
“It’s fine, Stevie,” he promised but the heartbroken look on his face suggested that he was anything but okay, “she’s entitled to date whoever she wants.”
“She didn’t tell you?”
“Nope,” he sighed lightly, “but I’m not surprised. Things have been different since…”
Since you’d broken up with Eddie.
“Hey,” Steve gave Eddie’s shoulder a reassuring little squeeze, “it’ll be okay - things will be better soon. It’s still kinda fresh right now.”
“Doesn’t seem to be affecting her,” they both watched as you laughed, shoulders shaking from your giggles and a big smile on your face. You looked genuinely fine, “she just moved right on.”
“Eddie-”
“It’s whatever,” the curly haired boy insisted but Steve wasn’t buying it in the slightest. But all he could do right now was be there for his friend, however he needed him, “c’mon, the girls wanted to go and get ice cream.”
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You liked Eric, you really did. He was nice in an authentic way, not overly preppy or anything else and you’d met him in one of your economics classes. He’d asked you out but hadn’t made you uncomfortable or anything else. So you’d said and by now had gone on a few dates with him. And they’d all been lovely and he made you laugh and he made you feel special and he’d only kissed chastely a few times.
Realistically, he would have been the perfect boyfriend. If only you hadn’t been so hung up on your boyfriend - ex-boyfriend. Eddie.
It was almost laughable considering you were the one that had broken up with him. But your intentions had been good…you’d thought anyway. And yet it still hurt so much. You could barely stand being around Eddie because of how much you still loved him. Regardless, you figured he’d move on and find someone better, someone that loved him as he should be loved eventually. You would just have to learn to deal.
You paced around the room as you waited for Eric to pick up the phone….half of you was hoping that he wouldn’t pick up at all. But you just wanted to get this over with. Just when you thought it would ring out, he picked up, “hello?”
“Hey,” you were almost whispering as you twirled the cord with your fingers, “it’s just me.”
“Hey just me,” he teased, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Umm,” you paused for a moment, “listen, I want to be straightforward and honest with you. I really like you, but…I- ugh…”
“Can’t date me,” he finished for you and to your surprise he didn’t sound rude or upset, “I get it. I kinda had a feeling.”
“It’s not you,” you cringed at how bad that sounded out loud, “really. I’m just…not over my ex as much as I thought I would be and I don’t want to do that to you either. So…yeah.”
“It’s okay,” he promised kindly, “I appreciate the honesty and to be honest in my own way, it sucks because I think you’re great. Maybe we can still be friends down the road if you want.”
“I think you’re great too,” and you meant it, “thanks for understanding.”
“Anytime. And who knows - maybe things will change between you and your ex.”
“Maybe…”
But you highly doubted Eddie would ever want anything to do with you.
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Was a house party really going to clear your head and get your mind off of Eddie? You doubted it but according to Robin and Nancy it was worth a try. So here you were, clutching a lukewarm beer in a red plastic cup at the house of some guy you all sort of knew. It wasn’t great, but at least you were thinking about something else…even if that something else was how gross and sweaty the people around you were.
You finished off your beer before finding Robin and grabbing her hand so she would follow you to the kitchen. It was a slight reprieve from the commotion in the other rooms and you let out a long breath. Robin mirrored you before the two of you exchanged a small giggle.
“This is terrible,” you groaned as she nodded, “can we get out of here and just go home and have a movie marathon?”
“Only if there’s pizza,” she suggested as you nodded happily, “then it’s a deal. I’ll go and grab Nance.”
“I’ll get Steve,” you’d spied him going out to the backyard earlier and decided to look for him there. He’d had the right idea of getting out of the packed house anyway. You pushed through the throng of people before squeezing through the sliding glass door and making it outside. You let out a long sigh of relief at the feeling of the cool air on your skin, “Stevie?”
You spotted what you were sure was his figure around the corner, and walked towards him. But you stopped dead in your tracks when you realized that someone was with him. You leaned against the side of the house in an effort to hide yourself as you now hoped he didn’t hear you. You were nosey - it was only natural.
“C’mon,” you knew that was Steve’s pleading voice; these days it was often reserved for the young kindergarteners he taught, “just one time, what could be so bad. One date won’t hurt.”
“I’m not interested,” Eddie/ That was absolutely Eddie’s voice. You stiffened at the sound but didn’t move to leave, “can we please just drop it?”
“She’s really interested,” you wondered who she was, a shiver of jealousy running down your spine. Although you really had no room or reason to be jealous, “she’s a nice girl - she’s one of the admin assistants at the school office. I kinda talked you up to her and she said she’s love to go out. We could even do something like a double date.”
Ugh, Steve. He was your friend - and Eddie’s - and you knew he only wanted the best for you both. It made sense that he would want Eddie to perk up. It still stung though, kinda, sorta.
“Stevie,” Eddie sighed heavily, “I’m not ready and now’s just…not a good time.”
“It’s been three months, Eds.”
“I know,” you blinked away the tears that had started to prickle up. It was your fault - you were the reason he was still heartbroken, “but it just…still hurts.”
“At some point you’re going to have to let go…”
“I can’t just do that!” you heard him groan in frustration, “it’s not that easy.”
“Eddie-”
“I’m in love with her,” and oh. That made your heart constrict. You slapped your hand over your mouth in order to keep from making any sounds out loud, “I’m still in love with her, man. I can’t just get over her. I don’t think I ever will. She was everything to me.”
“I know it hurts-”
“But I guess I meant nothing to her.”
And that right there, broke your heart more than anything else. He thought you didn’t love him, that he hadn’t been the best thing to happen to you. Like he was just some guy. He couldn’t have been further from the truth.
“That’s not true,” Steve insisted softly. At least he knew, “she loved you - she still does.”
“She moved on very quickly,” he scoffed, “I might as well be dead to her.”
You couldn’t listen to this any longer, your heart breaking with every word. You wiped away your tears before running back inside and moving to find Robin. You found her with Nancy, the two of them making out in the kitchen.
“I gotta go,” you squeaked, trying to keep from totally falling apart, “‘m gonna go home.”
“What about movie night?” the girls exchanged a nervous glance at your sudden upset appearance, “babe-”
“‘s okay,” you lied, “I just…I gotta go. I’ll see you later.”
And you rushed out, ready to go home and cry yourself to sleep. But it was well deserved because you felt like the worst person in the world.
Then you remembered - you didn’t even have a ride home, “fuck.”
But you weren’t about to go back and ask for a ride. You were too stubborn and foolish to do that. Instead you’d walk back to your apartment. Even if it was a stupid thing to do.
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You were about halfway home when you heard a car on the side of the road. It was slowing down and you were immediately on edge. You refused to look, hoping that whoever it was would get the hint and leave you alone. But then the car stopped completely, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing.
“What are you doing out here!?” you knew that voice…you just hadn’t expected to hear it again. Not so soon, not like this, “are you insane? It’s dark and late at night.”
“Eddie?” you turned your tearstained face towards him and both of you froze. His expression softened slightly and you sniffled, “what are you doing here?”
“Looking for you,” he rubbed a hand over his tired face, “Robin and Nance said you left the party in a hurry and you were crying. And you didn’t have a ride home. Knowing how stubborn you are, I figured you’d just walk home. So - here we are.”
“But…I don’t understand,” you shook your head softly, wondering if this was some sort of dream your mind was conjuring up in order to make you feel better, “why? Y-you hate me…you should.”
“Because I wanted to make sure you got home safe,” he whispered, a conflicted expression in his eyes, “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.”
“Eddie…” fuck. He missed the way his name sounded when you spoke it, “I’ll be okay. Just go home and I can walk the rest of the way. I don’t want you to go out of your way for me.”
“Not happening,” he insisted, the boy just as stubborn as you, “get in the van and I’ll take you home.”
You looked at him, long and hard, so many things that you wanted to tell him, “really, it’s okay.”
“It’s not a choice,” he held his hand out towards, motioning you towards him. You were shocked that he was still being so kind and gentle with you. He was way too good for you, “baby.”
You both realized his blunder at the same time and you opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water, “I’m sorry, Eddie. I’m really, really sorry.”
“For what?” his voice cracked, on the verge of tears as much as you were.
“For breaking up with you,” you whispered, almost inaudible, “for making you feel like I didn’t love you. For making you feel like you weren’t good even. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. I just…I wanted you to know that. You deserve to know that.”
“You say that, but you still broke up with me,” he shrugged, trying to make it seem like it was no big deal. But you could see right through him, “so. It is what it is.”
“I…I did,” you agreed, “the worst mistake of my life. But that’s neither here nor there. Just I wanted you to know that it wasn’t you at all.”
“Mistake?” Were you completely deluded or was that a bit of hope in this voice? You nodded, “you moved on pretty fast…I saw you with that guy last week. When you said you couldn’t make it to movie night because you were studying.”
“To be fair, we had studied earlier and then decided to go out,” you said meekly, “that was Eric. We went out a few times…but I ended things with him a few days ago. It wasn’t anything that serious.”
“Why?” he swallowed thickly, “you seemed happy.”
“Eric was a nice guy,” you admitted, “but he wasn’t for me. And I told him that I wasn’t ready for anything. Because I, umm, I was still trying to get over you.”
“I don’t get it,” he sighed softly, “you broke up with me. Why? Why did you really do it?”
“Because I didn’t want to hurt you!” you blurted out, and he looked at you in surprise, “I…Eddie, I just never wanted to be the one to hold you back from anything. Never wanted you to have to be anyone different than who you were. I feel like we’re so different and I never wanted you to have to change or just, deal with me. Because you deserve everything and I don’t know if I could give that to you. I-I thought that one day you’ll meet someone who deserves you.”
“You are…” he shook his head before taking a step closer to you, “such a stubborn, wonderful little thing. I’ve never once thought of any of that. I love that we’re different - we’re different but still get to be ourselves. I love all the things that you do even if they make sense to me or whatever, because you love them. And I love you. I’ve already met someone that deserves me - you.”
“Eddie-”
“I’ve never once thought you’d hold me back,” he promised, “if anything, I thought it’d be the other way around. We always support each other - that’s never going to change. I love you and I always will.”
“You don’t have to say that-”
“I mean it,” he put his hand on your face and gently stroked his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “the last few months without you have been the worst ever. I just want you. Everything else we can figure out. We’ll always figure it out together.”
“I…you still want me?” you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, “even after I…broke your heart?”
“I will always want you,” he leaned in, face so close to yours. You could just lean in a little and you’d be kissing him. Even if we did break up for a bit. I love you. That’s all that matters.”
“I love you, Eddie,” you let him lean in and kiss you. Softly, more of a gentle brushing of lips than anything. But that was all you needed right now.
“I know,” he grinned, that wonderful magic smile stretching across his features, “c’mon, let me take you home, princess.”
“Okay,” you let him take your hand in his, threading your fingers together, “will you stay?”
“Do you want me to?” he asked, nervous that somehow you might change your mind.
“I do,” you squeeze his hand gently, “I don’t ever want you to leave.”
“I won’t,” he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “I won’t ever leave.”
“Good,” you nodded, throwing your arms tightly around him, “I won’t ever leave either. I love you.”
“I love you too, princess.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson one shot#eddie munson imagine#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x you#joseph quinn x reader
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If I Should Stay
Part 1 | . . . | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31
Chemistry isn’t any better than Steve remembers it. He shares Algebra with Nancy, though, so they sit together and work through the problems, getting done much faster this time around than he’d remembered doing so the first time.
He catches her looking at him, sometimes, and finally sighs, halfway through a problem. “Look, Nance, I get if this is gonna be weird now. If it would make it easier, we could officially break up. Have a big fight in public where one of us storms off, maybe. If it would help with… with closure, or whatever.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “Even if we painted you as the asshole?”
He smiles. “It’s not like most our classmates don’t already know me as such.”
She shrugs. “Even if we said you cheated on me?”
He’s not fast enough to keep his expression from shuttering. “If… if that’s what would help you-”
“Steve,” she says softly. Almost too softly. “When are you gonna stick up for yourself?”
He ducks his head and chuckles. “Still working on that,” he admits. “I’m fine, though, I can take it. So if you need-”
“Steve,” she interrupts. “We can just break up. Just normal. Like how we did. There doesn’t need to be a big fight or anything, we can just say that we realized we aren’t right for each other.” She tilts her head. “Cause it’s true, isn’t it? We’re not right for each other.”
Steve smiles at her. “You’re very driven,” he murmurs. “It’s something that initially drew me to you. But we weren’t ever gonna make it. I was talking with someone last night, about being compatible. And we just… aren’t, really. I’m not nearly as motivated as you, and I need someone more laid back. You need someone who’s gonna do what he can to help you reach your full potential.”
“And that wouldn’t have been you?”
Steve hums. “I think I would’ve tried my best,” he says. “But I’m still living under my father’s shadow, and the most he’d want you to be is a housewife.” She makes a face, and he laughs. “Exactly. I think maybe if we’d met later, after I’d realized I don’t owe him anything, maybe things would be different. But as it is… I’m being haunted by things that haven’t even happened yet. And won’t, now, because of what we’re trying to do. But that’s not fair to you.”
“And what I did to you wasn’t fair to you,” she says softly. “For what it’s worth, I am sorry.”
He stares at her for a moment, then looks abruptly down at his paper. “So, for number six, I’m still not understanding the polynomials.” He catches her sympathetic smile as she ducks her head to look at where he’s pointing.
“Okay, this is easy,” she says, and it feels like closure.
Still, he drags Robin into an empty classroom later. “Oh boy,” she says. “That’s a Nancy look. What did she do? Do I need to stop being friendly towards her?”
“No, Robs,” he chuckles, pulling her into a hug. “Just… it’s been a day, okay?”
“You can say that again,” she agrees, and wraps him in a hug tight enough he squeaks.
“It was good,” he finally manages. “We talked, during Algebra. Um. She apologized.”
“Oh, Steve,” Robin murmurs, and hugs him even tighter.
He buries his face in her hair. “Love you, Robbie.”
“Love you, dingus,” she murmurs. “Always.”
They stand like that for a few minutes, until the next bell rings and Steve pulls back with an apologetic smile. “Don’t wanna make us late.”
“Screw school,” Robin replies immediately, the way Steve knew she would. “I’m here for you.”
He grins sheepishly at her. “Next class is gym,” he says. “With Eddie. And all the guys I used to be friends with.”
Robin nods knowingly. “And you started burning those bridges with Tommy today,” she adds. “Yeah, okay. Go get your man.”
Steve chuckles and squeezes her one last time. “What class do you have?”
“Art.”
“Ooh,” he teases, because he knows she shares that class with Tammy.
“Fuck off,” she mutters, rolling her eyes and shoving him away.
He just gets right back into her space. She lets him. “Never,” he grins.
She fights down a smile as she pushes past him. “I thought you had gym?”
“Oh, fuck,” he says, and rushes to the lockers.
He can hear her laughter following him all the way.
Because his life must hate him, the gym teacher chooses dodgeball as the activity of the day.
Steve’s good at dodgeball, but he’s never been on the team opposite his friends. He’d always been the captain, and he’d always picked them for a reason: they’re good at the game.
But now it seems like the whole school is aware of his and Tommy’s parting, and they’ve all unanimously decided to side with Tommy.
Not that Steve cares about any of that at all. He’d just like to get through this class without a concussion.
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PLEASE ELLIE
du bist mein schultenbrau
Tell me!! 🤍😂
ITS SO DUMB ITS JUST THE WORKING TITLE
for everyone super confused by the context, the title is from this banger of a dutch après ski hit
the title has mostly nothing to do with the fic except lando and oscar go on a ski trip in the winter break because oscar was supposed to go with his gf but she broke up with him and lando's like 'i'll go with you' and they spend a whole week on a super romantic couples ski trip As Bros (who fall in love. obviously)
anyway thats a terrible explanation here's the first two opening scenes that actually set up the plot perfectly lmao:
Max texts Lando on one of this last days in the MTC, right before winter break is supposed to start. Lando doesn’t even notice at first, spending most of his time in and out of meetings, filming a few last minute promo vids. When he does notice, he sighs, annoyed, a little disappointed.
“Hm?” Oscar says, from across the table, where he’s slouched down in one of the office chairs, scrolling through his own phone.
“Max cancelled our trip,” Lando says, dropping his phone down on his thigh and staring up at the ceiling as he contemplates his options. He could go visit his parents, maybe. Maybe other Max and Martijn wanted to hang out for a bit.
“Verstappen?” Oscar asks, without glancing up from his phone. He’s been quiet all day, more quiet than usual. There’s a downward pitch to his mouth, bags under his eyes. Lando gets it, maybe. It’s been a long season, and even though they ended on a high note, he can understand the exhaustion. He’s feeling it himself, the aftereffects of months of giving it his all. It’s why he’d been looking forward to this trip so much.
“Fewtrell. We were going to the Maldives. But now his girlfriend wants to go visit her family, so.” He tries not to sound bitter about it. He gets it. She hardly gets to see him as it is, and it’s not like Max owes him anything.
He’d just really been looking forward to it.
“Can you cancel?” Oscar asks. He’s put his phone down, and he’s looking at Lando now, the way he always does. Like there’s nothing else in the world more worth looking at than Lando. It had unnerved Lando a little, in the beginning, until he’d realized that’s just how Oscar looks at people. Or, well, he assumes that’s just how Oscar looks at people. He’s never really been able to test this theory, but it makes sense, so. It’s probably true.
“Yeah,” Lando says. “Full deposit back and everything. Still. Rather be on a beach.”
Oscar snorts. “Luckier than me, then.”
“Why?” Lando asks, frowning, wondering if he’s forgetting something.
“I was supposed to go to this ski resort with Lily. But now. Well.” He looks pained, and when Lando sends him a confused look, he adds. “We, uh. We broke up. So.”
“Ah,” Lando says. So maybe it hadn’t all been exhaustion, then. “I’m sorry.”
Oscar shrugs, but his mouth is still pitched down and he’s not looking at Lando, instead focusing on his hands, where he’s fiddling with his phone. “It’s okay. It just wasn’t working out anymore. For either of us. But uh. Yeah. Still sucks. Plus I can’t get my deposit back, so now I either go on this stupid ski trip alone, which is just sad, or I just lose the money.”
Technically, Oscar could probably afford to lose the money. He’s rich enough. But it’s the principal of the thing. Also, Oscar still has that sad puppy look on his face and it’s pulling at Lando’s heart a little bit. It’s the only excuse he has for blurting out. “I’ll go with you.”
“Oh,” Oscar says, looking up, surprised.
“Yeah,” Lando says, thinking about it a little more seriously. “Yeah, why not? Teammate bonding outside of the season. It’ll be good for us. Plus, it solves both of our problems. You don’t lose the money and you don’t look like a sad sack of shit in front of all those fancy ski people, and I get to go on a vacation after all. Win win.”
“I mean,” Oscar says, and he seems to actually consider it now. “It’s no beach.”
Lando shrugs. “Bet the gin and tonics still taste roughly the same,” he says, and Oscar laughs, one of those full body things where he folds in half with the force of it. The joke’s not that funny, but it’s the happiest he’s seen Oscar all day, so he’ll take it.
“Sure,” Oscar says. “Why not. Let’s go.”
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It isn’t until Lando’s standing in the door opening of their little cabin for the weekend, backpack hanging off one shoulder and suitcase at his feet, that he realizes how intimate this is. He should’ve guessed, maybe. Oscar had said it was a trip he’d booked for him and his girlfriend, so. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, perse. But this is. It’s small. It’s cozy. There’s a fireplace.
“Lando, I don’t want to rush you, mate, but it’s like minus ten out here and I’m not wearing my ski jacket yet,” Oscar says, from somewhere behind him, a noticeable shiver in his voice.
“Right, yeah, sorry,” Lando says, moving further into the cabin, dragging his luggage with him. Lando had flown in from Monaco, fresh off celebrating New Year’s with his friends. Oscar had flown in from London, and Lando’s pretty sure he spend both Christmas and New Year’s alone. It shouldn’t tug at his heart strings as much as it does, probably.
Oscar makes his way inside, dumping his suitcase by the couch and looking around. “Quaint,” he settles on.
“All right, big fancy words man,” Lando says, rolling his eyes. “Please tell me you know how to make a fire, it’s fucking freezing in here.”
“I do, actually,” Oscar says, beelining for the fireplace while Lando wanders further into the cabin, darkly muttering ‘of course you do’.
The living room is massive, with a giant L shaped couch in front of the fireplace, and big open windows looking out over the beautiful snowy landscape outside. To the left, there’s an open archway to a kitchen and dining room, and to the right are two doors. One, upon opening it, turns out to lead to a pretty decently sized bathroom. The other-
“Oscar,” Lando says, frowning a little. “Are you aware there’s only one bed?”
“What?” Oscar says, looking up from where he’s fidgeting with something in the fireplace. Lando doesn’t say anything, just holds open the bedroom door and gestures at the frankly giant bed. “Oh, yeah,” he says, looking a little forlorn. “I mean. Yeah. When I booked it- Well. They didn’t have any cabins with single beds, so.” He shrugs a little bashfully. “I’ll uh, take the couch. It’s big enough.”
And he looks so small, and so sad, crouched in front of the fire, shoulders slightly hunched over, that tired, sad expression back on his face, and goddamnit. “Don’t be ridiculous,” Lando says, closing the door resolutely and going to grab his luggage. “We’ll share.”
“But-“ Oscar shares, and behind him, there seems to have appeared an actual fire in the fireplace. Lando raises an impressed eyebrow.
“No. We’ll share. It’s fine, the bed is giant. I think we’d be sleeping closer together if they had given us separate beds, that’s how big it is,” Lando says, grabbing his bags and making his way back to the bedroom.
“Okay,” Oscar says, but he doesn’t look so sad anymore, smiling a little at Lando’s dumb little joke, and that’s. Lando will take that, if anything.
“So,” Lando says, flopping down on the giant couch after he’s managed to ditch all of their luggage. “What’s the plan for tonight?”
#landoscar#twinklaren#mctwinks#will this ever see the light of day#probably not#i wasn't feeling The Dynamic#spend a whole week writing a restaurant scene that never felt quite right and then gave up#anyway#snippet
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Halloween Masquerade (Part of Pushing the Barrier AU) (Eddie X You)
A/N: And now that song from that scene will be in my head for days lol Enjoy <3.
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Warnings: Stripper Eddie X Fem Reader, SMUT, quickie passionate bathroom smut :), FLUFF, They love each other <3, ANGST, readers mom isn't a fun of Mr. Munson here and feels like he broke up readers marriage, Eddie confronts her and meets the parents, he also has a run with her ex who I finally gave a name to!
Word Count: 3531
“So how are things with your new man going?”
You grin sassily towards your coworker as you take a bite of your food. It had been six months since you kicked out your husband and filed for divorce. You and Eddie both moved out of your old apartments into one together that you absolutely loved. The place you were at with your ex was so big and always felt so empty. With the metalhead’s things mingled with yours, it actually felt like you were home.
Three months ago, your ex showed up to your classroom trying to win you back so after telling security to make sure to never let him in the building again, of course, the gossip quickly spread. When you casually mentioned Eddie everyone wanted to know more and after bringing him to a work function, they fell in love with him.
“Y/N, he’s so sweet, oh my god! You were married for how long to that other guy and I don’t think I met him once. He’s really cute to. Look at that smile! You’re so lucky!”
When they asked what he did for work, you told them he was a musician which wasn’t an entire lie. Eddie still played with his band on the weekends and they did what they could to get noticed. You just left out the part about the cube and him taking off his clothes for money. To be fair, you two had many, MANY conversations about it and it was his idea that you keep it a secret.
“I don’t want it to cause trouble for you at work or anything.”
“I don’t think it will but I’m honestly not sure.”
“Baby, I come from a small town remember? Parents used to flip shit about teacher’s personal lives all the time. We had one teacher in middle school who ‘resigned’ because the parents found out she had a girlfriend. It was bullshit.” Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulders as your lean closer against him on the sofa. “I know this city is a bit more liberal but…it would kill me if you lost your job. You love those kids and you’re an amazing teacher.”
“It’s going pretty well. Now the divorce on the other hand…”, you roll your eyes.
“Nick causing problems?”
“With a capital P. I don’t get it. He was never home and asshole cheats on me but he doesn’t want to sign the divorce papers because he thinks we ‘still have a chance’.”
***
You sighed as you entered your apartment and placed your things down on the floor by the front door.
“Hey baby. Long day?” You smile when you find Eddie sitting on the counter with a beer in his hand. It takes you moment to realize his eyes were clouded over with worry. “Yeah, it’s about to get longer.” Reaching over with his finger, he pushes a button on the voicemail box and you roll your eyes as your ex’s voices floats through.
“Y/N, honey, please. I know we can fix this! Call me back so we can talk. That’s all I want to do is talk.”
“Seriously, babe, he’s not what you deserve. You deserve so much better! I can be the man you need.”
“Fuck! Y/N, you are smarter this. What kind of future can you expect to have with trash like him.”
You cross your arms as you growl at his insult of the man you love.
“Oh, wait. It gets better.”, Eddie says with sarcasm.
“Y/N, it’s your mother. Look, you can’t keep ignoring people that care about you. Nicholas is still your husband and you owe it to him to at least hear him out. Don’t be selfish! A marriage is about two people not just one.”
“Sweetheart, you made a commitment when you said I do. Whoever this boy is that you think is worth destroying your marriage over… I can’t. I’m so upset.”
You roll your eyes as the message closes out with her pretending to cry. Shuffling towards him, you place yourself between Eddie’s legs as you wrap your arms around him, pleasantly sighing when you feel his hand pet your head.
“I’m sorry you had to listen to that. You’re not trash, baby, and you definitely didn’t destroy whatever I was in before because I know it wasn’t a marriage.”
“I know, sweetheart. I just hate feeling helpless.” Leaning back, you look at him with confusion. “I’d like to talk to your family.”
Shaking you head, you completely pull away from him as you head towards your bedroom with him hot on your heels.
“Y/N, come on. I can handle them and I’m sick of you having to listen to them berate you because of me.”
“It’s NOT because of you. It’s because of Nick. He convinced them he’s a good guy and he convinced my mother that he’s the victim. Eddie…”, you exhale heavily. “Just ignore them. Please…so we can be happy.”
“Please, sweetheart, at least let me try.”
He softly smiles as he watches your head tilt to the side in thought.
“In our neighborhood where I grew up, for Halloween, they have this cheesy masquerade dance thing they do every year. Usually, Nick and I would go but this year I had planned to skip it… Eddie, are you sure about this?”
“Yes. I promise if I can’t sway them then I won’t bring it up again.”
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A heavy exhale leaves your lips as he parks his van outside of the building the party was being held at.
“Hey.”, he coos to get your attention. “You look really beautiful tonight.”
Eddie’s mouth had fallen open when he saw you step out of the bedroom in your purple masquerade dress that you had bought quickly one day after work. It was short in the front but the lacy material flowed down behind your legs just above your ankles with sleeves that came down to your elbows. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail with the loose strands curled as they hung behind you. The purple mask rested on your face and brought out the color in your eyes that made the metalhead swoon.
Tonight, he took your breath away in his sleek black tux and utterly sexy smelling cologne that almost had you jumping him before you even left your apartment. What he didn’t tell you was he had asked Mira to help him pick something out.
“Eddie, everything’s going to be fine. I thought you didn’t care what people thought about you two.”
“I don’t but this is her family. I don’t actively want to make her life complicated. If I can smooth things over then I want to try.”
Smiling you lean over to give him a kiss before he jumps down and runs around to open your car door.
“After this, when we get home, we’ll celebrate Halloween right; spooky movies and greasy pizza till one of us throws up.” He beams down at you as you genuinely laugh and agree. “I’m right here with you, princess, ok? No matter what happens, you’re mine and I love you.”
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As soon as you both entered the building, the stuffy air and aristocrat vibe hit you instantly. Keeping his hand tightly intertwined with yours, you yanked him towards the bar and hand him a glass of whatever was handed to you that you hastily knocked back.
“How long has this dance thing been around?”
“God, um, for as long as I can remember. My parents were always going and then dragging us along when we became adults.”
“Is it an adult only thing?”
“Not technically but you have a room full of people who are probably already drunk and think they’re above it all so…” Eddie can’t help but chuckle at your disgusted tone. “Did they have things like this in Hawkins?”
“Not that I’m aware of. One of my closest friends, his family comes from money and they had parties but I don’t think they went all out like this. This reminds me of that scene in The Labyrinth.”
“But I'll be there for you-ou-ou
As the world falls down…”
His grin grows as you sing and look up at him with wide, glistening eyes filled with nothing but love for him.
“Care to dance with me, Ms. Y/L/N?”, he inquires as he playfully bows and extends his hand out for you to take.
“I’d love to, Mr. Munson.”
Guiding you to the dance floor, he tries to mimic the people around him, placing his palm on your back and clasping the other to you own while holding it in the air to the side. You smile as your free hand rests on his shoulder and you two begin to sway.
“You really do look handsome in this.”, you compliment him.
“Me? I pale in comparison to you, princess.” Eddie’s hand slides a bit lower as he brings you closer to him. “I’m not going to lie. I feel like I’m in a storybook right now. Like I’m a commoner who just snuck into the king and queen’s palace to dance with their beautiful daughter.”
“Eddie, you aren’t a commoner.”
“After we dance, I’d climb up to your balcony Romeo and Juliet style, professing my love to you.” He smiles when you giggle and blush, dipping you dramatically before bringing you back to his chest as he softly sings.
“A love that will last
Within your heart
I'll place the moon
Within your heart.”
Feeling eyes on you, you glance around the room till your gaze lands on your mother who is staring daggers at the man holding you.
“I love you, Eddie.”
Hearing the shift in your tone, he takes a deep breath and wraps both arms around you.
“I love you to, Y/N. We got this.”
***
“Mom. Dad. You guys look amazing.”
Your dad grins as he yanks you in for a hug. “We look amazing? Look at you! You look beautiful. Who’s your friend?”
Eddie lifts up his mask and offers his hand to your father who shakes it.
“Hello, sir. I’m Edward Munson but you can call me Eddie.” As he moves to greet your mother, she glares at his palm as if it was dirty and he hesitantly pulls it back. “Ma’am.”
“This is my boyfriend.”
“Hm. Can’t have a boyfriend if you already have a husband.”, your mom spits.
“Hm. Someone should tell Nick that since he had a girlfriend through most of our marriage.”, you retort angrily.
“How about we go somewhere quiet and get to know Eddie here?”, your father suggests trying to break the tension.
Both of you follow them into an empty area where you and Eddie sit side by side on a couch while your parents take a seat in separate chairs across from each other.
“So, how did you two meet?”
“She was out for a walk and it started to rain so she ran into the bar I work at. We got to talking and…” He gently smiled as you looped your arm through his and leaned on his shoulder.
This was the story he came up with when you introduced him to people you knew. It always made you feel bad because you weren’t ashamed of what he did. You knew he only did it to survive and was working hard to become a musician. But Eddie insisted, trying to protect you from any more unwarranted stress.
“You’re a bartender?”
“I’m a guitarist actually.”
“He and his band are fantastic.”, you boast making him blush as his fingers lightly squeeze your knee.
“I imagine that doesn’t pay all the bills. Not here in New York.”, your mother sasses.
“Not yet, ma’am, but I do what I can to make ends meet.”
“Like seducing my daughter and breaking up a marriage?”
“He didn’t ‘break up’ my marriage. Nick did. You know what, that really pisses me off that you continue to defend him after what he did. I did everything to make my marriage work! You constantly make me feel like l didn’t try hard enough.”
“Obviously you didn’t because you and your husband aren’t together. Do you think your father and I get along all the time?”
“It was way more than ‘not getting along’!”
“Please. Look I’m just going to cut to the end of this conversation so we don’t waste any more time. I think you need to give Nicholas another chance and leave this negative distraction behind.”
You huff as she gestures towards Eddie.
“She did that already and he failed.”, the metalhead interjects. “We spent time away from each other and I respected her choice even though I didn’t agree with it. Y/N gave him a chance and he still went off to be with that girl.” He turns his head and meets your father’s eyes. “I love your daughter with every fiber of my being. Since the first time I heard her speak, I knew she was special. Nick had her for years and tossed her aside making her feel worthless. I know what that’s like and I would never do that to her or make her feel that way.”
“A marriage is sacred.”, your mother scoffs as she folds her arms.
“I agree. That’s why I want to marry her as soon as I possibly can.” His eyes find your own. “If you’ll have me of course.”
“Of course, you idiot.” Your palms cup his cheeks as you bring his lips to your own.
“You know, when we first met Nick, all he did was talk about himself.”, you dad smirked before extending his hand out to Eddie. “You’ve got my blessing, kid.”
As he enthusiastically shakes it, your mom starts scolding you three in the background. Ignoring her, you tug on his arm, and power walk down the hallway till you find an empty bathroom, pushing him in as you lock the door.
His arms open wide and you practically fly into them as your lips feverishly dance with his. Eddie’s palms roam your body, searching for a zipper, button, or any kind of access underneath your dress. Helping him, you lift the front hem exposing your panties and he hastily pulls them down before grabbing your ass to lift you onto the counter by the sink.
Heavy pants escape you as he sucks that sweet spot on your neck, grinding his groin between your legs as you fumble with his belt. His palm snakes to the back of your neck, placing his forehead on your own, and groans when he feels you free his cock from its confinement. Licking his lips, Eddie watches you with pure lust and anticipation as your tongue runs along your hand before stroking it along his length.
You guided his tip to your entrance till his hips took over and he thrust himself into your cunt. Gripping his waist, you allowed him to take what was his as his lips tenderly kissed parts of your face till he found your lips again.
“I love you, Eddie. I’m yours, baby.” The man’s jaw went slack as he pumped his hips at a faster pace as he listened to you murmur to him. “Look at me, baby, please.”
You subtly nodded as he did what you asked, flashing him a small smile.
“I can’t wait to marry you. I’ll—mmm—I’ll do whatever I can to get my divorce through. I’m not going to make you wait again. I promise. I promise, Eddie. Fuck.”
Bringing your head to his shoulder, the metalhead circle his arms around you, and held you to him as he pounded into you till your eyes rolled.
You trembled against him as the coil in your belly snapped and while your pussy clenched around him, he grunted in your ear before releasing his seed deep inside your body.
No one moved as you continued to hold each other.
When Eddie finally did pull back, he smirked and leaned forward to kiss your lips.
“I’m still going to purpose to you at the perfect moment but at least I got your dad’s blessing.”
As he adjusts his pants, he grabs some tissue to clean you with and helps you on to your feet, kissing the skin along your legs as he pulls your panties back to their proper place.
“No matter what, Eddie Munson, I’ll say yes.”
“I hope you know, baby, I’m not worried about you when it comes to your divorce. I know it’s him dragging his ass on everything.”
“Sometimes, I think about that fight we had in the cube…when you said I was the only girl in the world that you were ok with being my second choice.” Your fingers reach out to fix his jacket as you speak. “That killed me… I never want you to ever feel that way again, Eddie.”
Ringed fingers lift your chin to meet his eyes.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to keep punishing yourself for that and your marriage. You’re here with me now and I’m going to give you the life you deserve.”
After one final kiss, you both leave the bathroom hand in hand as you tug him towards the parking lot with the intention of leaving. Of course, things can never just be that easy for you two.
“Y/N?”
“Fucking hell.”, you growl in annoyance as you turn around. “Unless it’s about our divorce, Nick, I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Y/N, you haven’t returned any of my calls! The least you could do is hear what I have to say!”
“You had 5 years to say what you needed to say! You chose to cheat on me instead!”
“Look, I—” As your ex stepped towards you, Eddie stepped between you.
“Right there is good. You have no reason to be that close to her.”
“She’s my wife.”, Nick seethed as he eyed the metalhead with disgust.
“Not anymore. You had your chance, many of them, and you blew it. She doesn’t want to talk to you and with that being the case I’m not letting you near her.”
Your ex took a confident step forward and to his surprise Eddie did the same towering over him.
“Go ahead, Nick. Give me a reason. Y/N wouldn’t let me confront you when you harassed her at work so this will make up for that.”
“Eddie. Come on, honey. Let it go.”, you coax him in a calm voice.
“I broke up with Sarah.”, he says as his eyes flick from Eddie’s to yours. “I haven’t seen her since you left.”
“Too bad you couldn’t do that when we were together. Come on, Ed.”
“Jesus Christ, Y/N! Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m way better for you then this trailer trash asshole! How long are you going to keep punishing me?!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Nick. I forgot everything was about you! It’s always been about you! He’s way more of man than you ever were in every fucking way. Now, fuck off!”
“HEY! You don’t get to talk to me like that—”
As Nick stepped forward to scream at you, Eddie’s fist flew hitting him square in the nose as he fell to the floor.
“I warned you to stay back. Sign the divorce papers, Nick, and let her go. Let her be happy for once.”
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“Ow!”
“What do you mean ‘ow’?! Your rings took the brunt of the impact, you badass.”, you tease as hold the ice pack on his hand.
When you got home, you both had changed and were now comfortably lounging on the couch with you curled up by his side as you took care of him.
“Geez. You’re so mean.” Eddie smiles as his eyes scan your face. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, baby, I’m ok. I’m sorry about my mom.”
Shaking his head, he tugs you into his lap and you lean your head onto his shoulder.
“Don’t be, sweetheart. I don’t care what either of them says about me but I do care that it hurts you. I remember how lonely you were, Y/N. That sad sound of your voice when you first came in. The way you cried when you stumbled into my apartment telling me what Nick had done. I know you tried everything and I know you deserve better then that dick because I was there. I saw and heard everything. If she wants to keep belittling you, at least now she knows I’m not going to allow that and your dad knows I’m a good guy for you.”
“You are a good guy for me. My knight in shining armor or blood-stained rings I guess.”, you giggle.
“Hey, I warned him—”
“I know. I know.”, you smile as you turn his head to kiss your lips. “Now I believe I was promised pizza and celebrating the holiday correctly.”
Eddie laughs as he places a final peck on your lips and playfully pushes you off his lap. As he gets up to call the pizza place, he lightly continues to sing David Bowie, and gives you a wink.
“Falling, falling, falling, falling in love…”
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People really be acting like Rogue swore a chastity vow to Remy with her powers. "Poor Remy"? What about poor Rogue having to find out about Bella Donna in the "X-ternally Yours" episode of XTAS. It's just now the shoe is on the other foot for Gambit.
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Yeaah... I tend to stay away from a lot of social media platforms, from reddit, and I especially try to stay away from the comment sections because they would make my blood pressure skyrocket. I’ve only seen a small fraction of it and it's been enough.
It’s the same old story, right? In media, if the man cheats, it’s because ‘boys will be boys’ and they just need to realize what true love is. If a woman does it she’s a… well, we all know what words people like to throw around. Not to mention that, TAS strictly speaking, Rogue (alongside the other one-night stands that were implied in many episodes in the original series) was the other woman. Gambit was married to Bella Donna and kept secrets from both women.
One thing that people don’t want to accept is that Gambit and Rogue never went official in the animation (even ‘97 acknowledges that). Rogue doesn’t owe Gambit anything, but that’s not how some fans want to see it. We can’t even compare the two situations, and, in all honesty, Gambit is not even a quarter of the way to knowing the taste of his own medicine.
In 'X-ternally Yours' the way Rogue reacted when she found out about Bella Donna was very compassionate and supportive towards Gambit, even if he didn’t have the decency to explain to her (or anyone in the X-men) the messy situation of his past. In ‘Remember it’ he held her accountable for something that had happened way before they met, with no complications or consequences to anyone, and for something she had the courage to share with him. This small nuance, which I absolutely love because it speaks volumes about the two characters, is taken and twisted by a part of the fandom. And that…really sucks.
I always try to keep in mind that these people are just a small fraction and not the majority of a fandom. But they are SO. VERY. LOUD and end up with a lot of reach. That is the real problem. Because they're perpetuating a toxic take. Lately I haven’t been able to enjoy any Romy or Gambit related content because of them and I hate it. I grew up with the ship and I still love Gambit so damn much but they are really good at destroying that for me.😔
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Oh also this one I thought of, feel free to make its as dramatic as you’d like
Chenford + one of the woman on Tim’s metro team keeps calling herself his “work wife”, people start gossiping
This probably isn’t as dramatic as you probably wanted it but I hope you like it anyway!
Chenford + one of the woman on Tim’s metro team keeps calling herself his “work wife”, people start gossiping
But I believe in whatever you do; And I'll do anything to see it through
The first time Tim hears the phrase “work wife” he’s confused and especially since it’s coming from one of the woman on his team. He’s gotten pretty close to all the metro team members and everyone seems to like and respect him. And Tim hasn’t had any problems with them. Until now. One of the new members of the team Moore a impossibly stubborn but talented woman always seems to want to cozy up with him no matter how many times Tim backs away from her. And Pine always seems to pair them up at training.
“Officer Moore,” Tim calls to woman on the radio. “Pay attention the suspect could jump out anywhere.”
“Copy that Sarge.” Comes Moore’s voice and he hears her quiet footsteps to the left of him and he makes his move. They both take down a suspect and Tim looks over at Moore who has her suspects hands behind his back.
“Good job Moore.” Tim says nodding at her. “That’s what I want to see in the field.” Moore salutes him grinning at him.
“Thanks Sarge. Nothin but the best from your work wife huh?” She says. Tim tilts his head at her curiously.
“Excuse me?” He says. “What is a work wife?”
Moore laughs and comes closer to him. “It’s someone you are close with at work. Almost like you are married to that person.” She says and Tim backs away a little from her not liking where she was going with this. He worked well with Moore but that didn’t mean they were close, close. Definitely not close enough to call him her work wife.
“That’s not—” He begins but Moore is already turning around and leaving but not before throwing him a smile over her shoulder. She thinks he’s her work wife? Everyone knew he was married to Lucy even when neither of them could wear their rings to work. People just knew, then again Moore was new.
Still confused Tim heads to his office and sits down in the chair, his fingers inching to calm his actual wife. Lucy. But she’s on a big case and he doesn’t want to bother her, he would ask her about it later.
***
The second time Tim hears the phrase work wife is when he overhears Smitty talking to another officer. They are huddled together in the break room and they don’t notice Tim walk into the room.
“I heard Moore and Bradford are getting really close.” Smitty says. “Moore keeps calling herself his work wife.” Tim clenches his jaw and tightens his grip on the mug he’s holding. The other officer nods his head. “I know. I heard they are so tight it’s almost like another Chen.” He says lightly.
Tim lets out a loud laugh and both men turn to him with wide eyes. Tim doesn’t say anything at first. There is no way anyone could be another Lucy. She is one of a kind and he couldn’t even imagine getting close to someone like he did her. There’s just no way, and now that he knows what work wife means he realizes he always has had one and that’s Lucy. They acted married before they were actually married.
“Sarge?” Says Smitty. “Uh.. how much did you hear?” Tim scoffs at the two men and heads over so he’s standing in front of them.
“Everything.” He says briskly. “And Moore is not my work wife. Lucy is my wife and I would appreciate it if you didn’t talk about me or my relationships.” He doesn’t wait for them to reply he just turns on his heels and walks out.
***
The third time Tim hears the phrase work wife is when Moore says it again. They had just arrested a suspect for murder and Tim is helping Moore with the process of booking him.
“You know as your work wife, I owe you a drink for a job well done.” She says. A few of the other members turn to look at her their eyebrows raised. Tim ignores them and turns to Moore.
“You are not my work wife.” He says firmly placing his hands on the counter. “I am married Officer Moore. I don’t appreciate you telling everyone you are my work wife.” Moore opens her mouth to reply but just then Pine walks through and hands Tim a stack of papers.
“I want them on my desk tomorrow morning Bradford.” She says sternly. Tim tries not to groan as he nods.
“Yes ma’am.” He says. “Tomorrow morning.” And when he turns back to talk to Moore, she’s gone.
He gets home late that night and crawls into bed with Lucy and wraps himself around her. There’s literally nothing that would ever cause him to break Lucy’s heart, she is everything to him and being married to her and being her husband was the best thing that ever happened to him. He wouldn’t let an over eager woman ruin that for him.
***
The fourth time he hears the phrase work wife is at the bar with his metro team. They just had busted a huge drug cartel and Tim decided they needed to celebrate at least a little bit for a job well done. Tim is at the bar, when Moore comes over and slides next to him.
“Hey Sarge. I still owe you that drink.” She says and Tim smiles tightly at her.
“Nah I’m good Moore.” He says stiffly hoping that she would get the hint. She doesn’t, instead she leans over so she’s crowding his space.
“Oh come on let your work wife treat you to a drink.” She says blinking at him with wide eyes. Tim stands up abruptly almost knocking over the stool and backs away from her.
“I’m married.” He reminds her firmly and he feels eyes on him as Moore’s face drops into a frown. “And this is really inappropriate.” Moore licks her lips and looks at his ring finger which now has his wedding ring on it.
“Oh c’mon Sarge.” She says lightly waving him off. “We aren’t actually married. Just at work we are—” But Tim shakes his head and shoves a twenty down on the counter.
“I am going home to my actual wife. Have a nice night Officer Moore.” He says coldly and he turns around before she can say anything more.
***
The fifth time Tim hears the phrase work wife it’s by his actual wife and this time he doesn’t mind hearing it. Tim is at home in the kitchen when Lucy walks in her hair wet from the shower. She comes in to the kitchen to greet him and grins when he pulls her closer to kiss him. She pulls back and she is still grinning her brown eyes sparkling.
“So I heard you have a work wife now.” She says teasingly and he groans and drops his face into her neck and breathes her in. She smells like her soap lavender and vanilla. He loves it because it’s her.
He feels her vibrating with laughter as she pulls him back up so she can see him, her eyes searching her face.
“It’s this new member of metro.” He tells her. “She likes me and I complimented her the other day and she called me that. I didn’t even know what it meant.” Lucy laughs again and puts her hands on his cheeks.
“She’s just eager to learn from the best.” Lucy says her eyes still sparkling and Tim relaxes a little. He is very secure in his relationship with Lucy and he knows Lucy trusts him with everything she has in her. She has his heart forever, and nothing would ever change that.
“I know.” He says. “But she is telling everyone and Smitty heard and now you.” Lucy moves her hands to his neck and loops her arms around them.
“Okay first of all Smitty is the biggest gossiper that we know and two I trust you Tim. And nothing will ever change that. Not a random woman or someone on your team. I know you love me and you have my heart. And I know I have yours.”
Tim nods his heard and he cracks a smile. “Well everyone has it got it wrong anyway. Moore isn’t my work wife.” He pauses while Lucy tilts her head curiously at him.
“If she’s not then who is?” She asks. He smirks at her and kisses her lightly on the lips before pulling back.
“You are. And you always have been.” He says. Lucy laughs and then buries her face into his neck and kissing him lightly.
“I like the sound of that.” She mutters. And yeah Tim thinks he likes the sound of that too.
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I don't know why but I always crave angst with a happy ending
Arthur is stressed and shouts at reader ( can be a kid or adult) and she runs with her horse to clear her mind for a few days and Arthur panics when she doesn't come back after 1 day
Just came by your blog and love your writing
Thank you! And angst with a happy ending is always a fave of mine, so I get it XD Hope you enjoy! 💖 *slight angst* with adult reader.
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Like a Bear
Arthur knows he can be as terrifying as a grizzly when he gets mad, but the real deal can do a lot more damage. He soon figures that out when you don’t return.
Dutch is always making Arthur’s life a living hell, even if he doesn’t realize it. Do this, do that. Not only him, but others have been on his back as well. Mr. Morgan, have you put anything into the box recently? Arthur knows someone is going to hit a nerve at some point. It’s like the old saying goes; don’t poke the bear.
Well, you poked a little too hard, and Arthur let you have it.
“Can’t I just have five minutes to myself! Without anyone comin’ to bother me!” Arthur shouted at you, much to your surprise. The man was always so kind-hearted and calm despite his upbringing. He would only act aggressive towards those who harmed those he cared about.
Not you. Never you. But here he was.
“I just wanted-” You started to say, but he cut you off.
“I can’t right now! I just can’t! Leave me be!” Arthur shouted at you in a way he’s only done to someone like Micah. Everyone in camp was now watching, some looking more shocked than others. You didn’t even have the energy to say anything else at this point. The whole point of your conversation was forgotten, obviously not important, and you didn’t want to face Arthur like this anymore.
So, you ran towards your horse and sped out of camp, everyone watching.
“Was that really necessary, Arthur?” Charles asked the young man, but Arthur just brushed him off with a wave of his hand.
“I don’t care right now...” He said before storming off, not even worrying about where you went. Arthur had his own problems, and he needed to deal with them on his own. But perhaps he should’ve worried more about you, and where your clouded head will take you.
Outlaws are fierce, but mother nature is much fiercer...
Around one day later.
“She’s been gone for a while.” Arthur mentioned, his head now clearer and emotions much kinder.
“A day is not a while, Arthur.” Micah commented from his place against a tree. I know we all hate to hear this, but he’s actually right. You usually are gone for several days when you need to clear your head after a tough day. So this wasn’t so unexpected.
But Arthur was worried. He had a bad feeling.
“Somethin’ just doesn’t feel right...” Arthur said and Micah scoffed, putting his knife away. He walked towards the other man.
“Somethin’ never feels right with you, Cowpoke.” Micah sneered and Arthur shot him a glare. He doesn’t have time for that rat right now. Arthur was more worried about you. Everything in his body was telling him that you were lost or hurt. Normally, he wouldn’t listen, but when it came to you, he was willing to take a chance.
Plus, you were owed an apology.
“I’m going to look for her.” He said to no one in particular before going to his own horse. Once he was in the saddle, Arthur tried to think of all the places that you would go. There was one place in particular that he thought of, but it was a bit of a ride.
Either way, he was headed towards the mountains...
Once he was lost in the wilderness, Arthur began to feel guilt overtake his panic. Despite any stress he was feeling, he shouldn’t take it out on you. He’s taken on plenty a burden before, so what’s any different now? You mattered to him, and he wasn’t going to let that go.
“Y/N!” He called out your name. Suddenly, his horse jumped a bit in an uneasy manner, and Arthur could sense the springiness in his horse’s hindquarters, like they were ready to bolt any second.
“Easy there, girl. You’re okay.” Arthur said while patting the horse’s neck. She whinnied slightly, pawing the ground a bit before Arthur urged her to walk again.
As he did so, he completely missed the deep gouges on the tree high above his head...
“Y/N! Where are you!” Arthur called out desperately as he continued to urge his horse deeper into the forest despite the protest he got for it. That should’ve been Arthur’s first warning; when his horse started to act up.
“Y/N!” He tried one last time, stopping his horse at the edge of a clearing.
“Over here...” A timid voice, one that was unlike yours, sounded from behind a boulder. Arthur’s heart leapt with relief as he rode his horse through the grasses and wildflowers to get to where you were. He couldn’t have been more grateful seeing your form curled up on the other side of that rock.
“Thank goodness...you’re alright.” He said while sliding off his horse, a rifle swung over his shoulder. You were curled up, seemingly afraid but not hurt. When you slowly looked up at Arthur, your eyes were full of tears.
He felt so much guilt that he didn’t even register that your horse was nowhere in sight.
“Oh Arthur...you...” You were so shaken up, but Arthur moved quickly to kneel before you and bring you into a hug, causing you to shriek.
“I’m sorry Y/N...I never meant to shout, I was just-” However, his tone was cut off by you wiggling to grab his shoulders, forcing him to turn around. He took note of the fear in your eyes.
“Arthur, it’s okay, but right now, we’re in danger.” You said in a shaky voice, and that’s when Arthur heard the noise. It was a huffing noise, made by something very large. Arthur got to his feet and turned fully to see the thing that was actually frightening you. The thing that scared your horse.
A very large grizzly bear.
It was walking over a rise in the plains, making it slowly reveal itself. It was like the bear came from out of the earth before it clearly saw Arthur. The grizzly huffed once more before roaring and lunging at the outlaw.
You let out a squeal of fear, but Arthur was prepared. His horse fled, but he knew he grabbed that rifle for a reason. The outlaw didn’t think twice before lifting the gun up and taking several shots. On any other occasion, he would’ve tried to leave the situation, but the bear gave him no choice.
It soon lay dead due to Arthur’s deadly accuracy.
“Now...are you okay?” Arthur asked with a slight grin, offering his hand to you. You nodded slightly, taking his hand and allowing him to help you up. Arthur then sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.
“Again Y/N, I’m sorry-” But you cut him off by throwing yourself into him for a hug.
“You coming to save me said enough.” You told him softly with a smile. Arthur, getting as flustered as he can, hugged you back with a slight laugh. After giving you a couple pats on the back, you released him. Arthur then whistled for his horse, you following, glad things were cleared up.
“What did you do to anger that bear?” Arthur asked as you guys waited for the horses to come back. You stifled a laugh as you came up with an answer.
“I guess that bear was just like you when your grumpy...I got in its space on a bad day.”
Arthur laughed more than he did in ages. He was glad things were back to normal and you were safe and sound.
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Just Friends ~Jack Avery~
summary: jack doesn't like that he & the girl he's loved for years are never going to be more than just friends
word count: 1.7k
pairings: jack avery x reader
notes: based off THIS song. & yes, I still listen to the jonas brothers because they’re incredible af. italics are song lyrics. [this has been in my drafts for so long]
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there she goes again, the girl i'm in love with, it's cool we're just friends
Jack stood against the set of lockers as he watched y/n grab her belongings. He would do anything to prove how much he loved her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Their friendship was fairly new to him & he didn't want to scare her off, since he had waited almost 8 years to finally build up the nerve to talk to her.
"Hey, Jack, what are you doing after school today?" she asked him.
"N-nothing. Why?"
"My mom wants me to babysit my sister but I already made plans with Marcus. She said I could go on my date if I found a suitable replacement." y/n looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Will you do it, please?"
"Yeah, sure. Just, uh, don't stay out too late."
"I won't. Thank you so much, Jack. I owe you one." she smiled and walked down the hall to meet up with Marcus.
Marcus Devonshire. Jack envied him, not only because he had y/n, but because he was too nice to hate. Not one person in school had a bad thing to say about Marcus, and it absolutely irritated Jack.
"Yo, earth to Jack." a hand waved in front of his face & he zoned back in, not realizing he had actually zoned out. He looked up to see his best friend standing in front of him.
"I'm sorry. What?"
"I asked if you had plans after school."
"Yeah, I actually do."
"Really? What are you even doing?"
"I'm babysitting y/n's sister so she can go on her date with Marcus."
"That girl has you wrapped around her finger. It's been, what, 8 years of pining? When will you give up that idea?"
"Because, Gavin, she's been the object of my affection for 8 years & I'm working on a plan to get her to fall in love with me."
"It's never gonna work." Gavin rolled his eyes. In reality, he really wanted Jack & y/n to get together but he felt that if he added more wood to the fire, Jack would mess something up.
Later that night, Jack walked up to y/n's house and knocked. When she answered the door, Jack suddenly forgot what he was doing there.
"Hey, Jack. You're early."
"I know. I had nothing else to do so I thought I'd come over & maybe we could hang out a little before you go on your date."
"Okay, sure. That sounds like fun." she opened the door more and let him in. They walked through her house and went into the back room.
"So, where is Marcus taking you tonight?"
"Just to dinner and a movie. Our anniversary is this weekend but he's going out of town with his parents so we're celebrating tonight."
"Anniversary, huh? How long?"
"2 years." she looked up at him and smiled.
"He's a pretty lucky guy, you know."
"You really think so?"
"Of course." he looked at her quickly before turning his attention back to the tv screen. "I guess you're pretty lucky too. He's probably the nicest person I've ever met."
"Yeah, he really is." she looked at her phone. "Will you help me pick out an outfit for tonight?"
"Y-yeah sure. Why not."
"Perfect." she stood up and walked into her room. Jack followed and took a quick look around. He had only been in her room 2 times before & this time it just felt different. "Okay, since it's a simple dinner and movie, which of these do you think fits the tone better?"
Jack looked over at her as she held the outfits up to her body. "I like the white ripped jeans with the purple crop top & black jacket. But the sundress and the jean jacket look good too. If you want to impress him, the jeans and the crop top combo should do the trick."
"Alright. Yeah. That looks perfect. Thanks, Jack."
"No problem. He smiled as she headed into her bathroom to change. Jack looked around her room again and took in all the trophies she won in the past. Most of them were for gymnastics but the last few were from cheerleading competitions. She always had multiple scholastic awards placed on her walls and shelf. It was like she was the female version of Marcus, proving they were perfect together.
"Okay. I really like this outfit." she walked out of the bathroom and spun around to show Jack.
"Looks cute, y/n."
"Thank you for all your help tonight, Jack." she looked at him and smiled. "There's one more thing I need your help for. You can say no if you want."
"What is it?"
"Do you know how to do a french braid?"
"Yeah. I actually do." he chuckled. "Kind of a benefit of having so many sisters."
"Will you do my hair into a french braid? I never get it right." she went over to her vanity and sat down. Without hesitation, Jack stood behind her and began working on her hair.
They say the most intimate thing you can do with your significant other is wash their hair and even though he wasn't washing it, and she wasn't his significant other, Jack had never felt more intimate with anyone before.
"There. All done." he placed the tie on the end of the braid and let her admire his work.
"Wow. This is incredible." she turned to him and hugged him. "The whole outfit is tied together now. Thank you. I owe you."
"That's two things you owe me now." he held up two fingers and laughed. "Pay me back whenever you want to."
"It'll be soon, I promise." she smiled. "So what are yours and April's plans for Valentine's Day?"
"April? Oh no. We're not together."
"Really? I just thought you were since you're with her more than you're with Gavin."
"Nope. I am very much single." he chuckled. "Plus, she's Gavin's sister and that would be weird."
"Hmm, I might know someone you could date."
"Really? Who?"
"My friend Lexi. She lives two towns over and hasn't had a steady boyfriend in a while. She's pretty & I think you two would make a very attractive couple."
"As much as I appreciate the offer, I have my eyes set on someone already?"
"Oh, really? Does she go to our school?"
"Yes she does." he looked up at her and smiled as she tried to think of who it could be.
"Jessica Lambert?"
"Nope."
"Marissa Robinson?"
"No. I can't tell you who it is because you know her & she has a boyfriend so if word got out that I liked her, her boyfriend would kill me."
"Oh, please? Your secret will be safe with me, I promise."
"No can do. Sorry. Only Gavin knows and that's the way it's going to stay."
"You're no fun." y/n faked a pout and looked at her phone. "Marcus is on his way. Let's go downstairs." Jack followed her back down to the living room. "Since Delia isn't home yet, you can just chill here. But I'll be back around 10:30, I promise." y/n took one last look at him before stepping outside & getting into Marcus' car. Delia walked in a few minutes after y/n left and she smiled when she saw Jack waiting for her. Their mom informed him that she'd be out all night, and then she left.
A few hours later, Delia was asleep & Jack was alone again. He checked his phone constantly to see what time it was.
10:45 pm & y/n still wasn't home. Jack began to worry. At 11, he decided he should try to call her. Just as he pulled up her contact, his phone started ringing & her picture flashed across his screen. He answered before it rang again.
"Hey. Where are you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. I was just calling to tell you I'd be home in half an hour."
"Okay. Why so late?"
"We just, uh, lost track of time. I'll tell you more when I get home, alright?"
"Alright. Please be safe." he hung up before he could hear her response. 11:30 rolled around and y/n slowly walked into the house. She nearly screamed when she saw Jack.
"Jesus, Avery. Give a girl some warning, would ya?"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's alright." she smiled and walked into the living room. "How was your night?"
"Surprisingly fun. Delia and I played hide-and-seek for a while & then we drew some pictures."
"Did she get you to play dolls with her?
"Yeah. And it was fun."
"Wow. She's got you wrapped around her finger, doesn't she?"
"It sure seems that way, huh?" he chuckled and looked at her. "I guess that's just something you two have in common."
"Hmm, what do you mean?"
"You know I'd do anything for you, right? Like, there's no request too silly or stupid that I wouldn't do for you."
"Oh, right." she looked at him. "Yeah, you're in love with me."
"What? No I'm not."
"You can't lie to me, you know."
"Okay, fine." Jack sighed and looked at her. "You're my friend but sometimes, I wish you were more than that. No, I take that back. It's not just sometimes, it's all the time. Every single day for the last 8 years. It's been torture for me to see you with Marcus & it's so much harder because he's literally the best person ever. I hate it. I hate that he got you first. I hate that he's so nice. Most importantly, I hate that I can't hate him. It's just not fair."
"Jack, why didn't you tell me? Things would be so different than they are now."
"I know. And I'm sorry I had to tell you tonight. I just felt that I needed to let it out, since it's been locked inside for 8 freaking years." he stood up and walked towards the door. "It's cool that we're just friends."
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@plvtosun drew devon because she's a sweetheart and so here's a payback fic 😘
hope i did a good job with blanquita i love her so much i'm halfway through Selenicerus
The girl with blue hair had been sitting at the bar for a while, anxiously scribbling away at her notepad. Devon had been keeping an eye on her, wondering if she’d ever actually order anything. The bar wasn’t busy, it was still early enough in the evening before all that, so they could manage feasibly manage one loiterer up here.
Still— “Look, I don’t mind if you draw up here, but can I at least see some ID first?” they asked, putting their hand on the table, as close to the girl’s sketchpad as they could get without actually touching it.
Her eyes peeked up through her bangs, and she blinked up at them a couple times. “’m twenty-three,” she mumbled, eyes turning down a bit.
“I’m sure you are. I’d like to see that on ID, though.”
She blushed, a ghost of a pout on her face, before sitting up a bit. Devon could get a partial glance of her sketch now, but they tried not to pry. She pulled out her wallet, throwing her ID onto the bar. “There.” She was really turning away from Devon now, as they picked it up to double check the birth date and validity of the card. She tapped her pen against her sketchbook until Devon handed the card back.
“Okay, Blanca,” they said, “can I getcha anything while you’re here at least?”
She pressed her lips together, squirming a bit. “I dunno. Just something fruity.”
They took one look at her stark blue hair and smirked. “I think I got just the thing for ya.”
“Alright. Thanks.” She returned to her sketching, again keeping her head down.
Devon didn’t mind quiet patrons, and sometimes it was easier that way. But she’d recognized Blanca’s name—how could she not when that name had been listed as the artist of Dethklok’s last few album covers? They desperately wanted to pick her brain, to see if she was working on something else for the band, but instead they casually slid her a Blue Hawaiian.
It took her a few moments to realize her drink had been delivered to her. But when she did, she let out a bit of a scoff. “On the nose,” she muttered.
“I can make ya something else—“
“No! No, it’s fine.” She pulled it closer to her sipping from it idly as she drew.
“Well, good.” They watched as her posture straightened a bit, the drawing becoming a bit more visible. It looked like something with horns and sunken eyes, doodles at the corners that seemed to resemble cartoony ghosts. “So it’s comin’ along?”
“Huh?”
“Your piece.” He gestured to the drawing. “Lookin’ alright to my eye.”
She scrambled to pull the sketchpad back towards her. “It’s not ready, don’t be looking at it!”
“Sorry—”
“I’m already not supposed to let too many people outside of Mordhaus see it before it’s ready, okay?” She let out a frustrated huff. “I just…wanted a change of scenery to inspire me, but I think this was a mistake. How much do I owe you?”
“Uh, Blanca—”
“You’re right, I’ll just put it on Toki’s tab.” She slid off the barstool, but not before Devon barked out a laugh.
“Oh. Toki’s tab? Why not all of Dethklok?”
At that comment, Blanca’s face turned redder than her lipstick, and she looked up at Devon while sputtering. “I—! I meant all of Dethklok. Just because I said that baboso’s name doesn’t mean anything.”
“Oh really?” They chuckled again. “You have a pet name for him, and it doesn’t mean anything?”
“What? No! It’s not a pet name. Just stop it, okay? I gotta go, just lemme pay—”
“Yo entiendo, no te preocupes. Es gratís.”
Blanca paused, squinting her eyes at Devon, placing her hand back on the barstool. “¿Habla español?”
“Un poco. Mi primera novia fue puertorriqueña. Pero creo que baboso se dice algo más, ¿no?” They smirked. “I won’t bother ya if you wanna stay, promise. Though I do also have quite a few stories of Toki actin’ a fool while he’s sloppy drunk.”
“I don’t care about that!” Blanca proclaimed as she took her seat back at the bar. “But…thanks.”
“No problem. Just make yourself comfortable—“ As they were making this standard offer, they picked up Blanca’s Blue Hawaiian. They made to hand it to her, not noticing as she picked up her sketchbook to adjust its position. In this shifting of movement, the glass knocked into Blanca’s hand, and Devon lost their grip just momentarily.
Momentarily enough for the blue cocktail to spill all over the sketchbook and Blanca’s lap. “¡Chingao!”
“Fuck— Blanca, I’m so sorry!” they cried as they grabbed their towel, pulling the liquid back towards the bar. They considered grabbing her sketchbook and trying to see if they could get that dried off too, but Blanca was frozen in fury. “Shit. I’ll get you a new sketchbook— I’ll fuckin’, I dunno, I’ll—“
“Wow,” she said, her voice quiet and shaking, but still maintaining a dry level to it. “Well. This is fuckin’ great.” She took in a deep inhale. “What was your name?
She winced. “Devon.”
Blanca slammed her wet, now-ocean-blue sketchbook on the counter. “Devon, I spent a week on that sketch. A week for Dethklok, and that was hell enough, but I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that. I’m sure you never see them when they’re drunk or angry or crazy.” She pressed her shaking hand to her forehead. “But. Fuck, y’know what? I probably would have scrapped that fuckin’ drawing when I was done. Would have thrown away a whole month’s worth of work.”
“Oh. You’re welcome?”
“Oh yeah, because getting the choice taken away from me of whether or not I’d finish it is way better.” She was still angry, still spitting sarcasm at Devon, as she stood up, grabbing cocktail napkins from over the bar to wipe across her wet lap. “I’m gonna need another drink. Or four.”
Devon let out a breathy, nervous chuckle. “Yeah. Yeah, whaddya want?”
“Just a shot of tequila.”
“Just a shot of tequila?” They chucked. “Sure you can handle it?”
“I’ve had tequila shots before.” She let out a small huff. “And I don’t think you wanna piss me off even more right now.”
“Alright, alright. You got a preference, then?”
“Silver Patrón. Straight.”
“Boring, but alright.” They grabbed the bottle, pouring two shots of tequila and sliding one to Blanca. “Enjoy,” he said, pulling his own shot glass back and grabbing a lime wedge and salt shaker.
Blanca stared at Devon curiously. “Should you be drinking on the job?”
“I always share the first tequila shot of the night.” They sprinkled a bit of salt on their hand. “Besides, I happen to know for a fact your baboso and his band are coming in later tonight, they called ahead asking to reserve the dining room. I gotta be ready.”
At that comment, Blanca’s frown turned to an expression that more closely resembled resigned acceptance. “Please don’t say anything about me in front of him,” she mumbled.
“There’s nothin’ to say, hon. Don’t worry.” She tapped her shot glass against Blanca’s before tipping it back. Blanca slammed her own empty shot glass down before Devon finished their shot, and she looked at them with a small smirk. With a laugh, he refilled her glass. “At least ya got good taste in music,” he said, gesturing to her Children of Bodom hoodie.
“I know it.” She hid her own half smile behind her second shot.
#dichromaticdyke.exe#fanfic#Metalocalypse OC#Blanca Tennebris (mtl oc)#Devon Amalgamedle (mtl oc)#made by mj#🧡🍹🌹
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Hi! if you don’t have too many requests, but if you do dont worry about this. Hawks with a s/o who doesn’t have much self worth, always criticise’s them selves. him comforting them after their therapist ghosts them (totally not self indulgent)
I hope you're feeling better sweetie, and here I have our precious Hawks ready to soothe your heart ❤️
Title : A night stroll
Characters : Hawks/ Gender neutral reader
Genre : Angst/Fluff/ One shot
Trigger Warning : Anxieties/ Low self esteem/ Mental therapy
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"This is weird, why isn't he picking up?"
You muttered as you tried calling your therapist for the fourth time that day. You were supposed to have a session two days ago but when you showed up at his office as per the appointment agreed upon, his secretary told you he was too busy to see you, and didn't even have the courtesy to reschedule for you, even after you politely asked her to.
Her response was as ambiguous as her boss's behavior when she asked you to call him yourself for a reschedule.
"Should I call again? What's going on?"
Your heart sank as your mind wondered to the worst case scenarios.. was your doctor not feeling well enough to see you? was he bored of you already? did he give up on the possibility of you getting better? were your problems too much to handle even for a professional?
As farfetched as that last part might be, your growing anxieties and non-existent confidence and self worth made it seem like a reasonable point..
_ "Ah.. hello!" finally he picked up.
_ "Yes, hello." his assistant answered instead, even though you were calling his personal number.. strange.
_ "It's y/n calling to reschedule please."
_ "Right, sorry but Doctor (name) will no longer be able to see you, so he will forward you to one of his trusted colleagues, let me pass you their phone number, they're already aware of your condition and agreed to take you in."
_ "Another doctor?" you couldn't understand the issue, neither could you find it in yourself to ask.
You simply thanked the woman and hung up the phone before collapsing on the couch.
So it was true, he gave up on you for some reason and didn't even have the decency to give you an explanation.
Honestly though, why would anyone bother explaining themselves to you? Why would you think that you deserve any kindness right now when your whole life has been a constant reminder that you don't?
It's shameful really, you genuinely thought that you were doing well with your therapy, even Keigo thought so too.. Keigo..
Will he ever leave you too? He had never given you a reason to suspect that he would, neither had he ever missed a chance to remind you of his undying love, and as happy as it should make you feel, knowing that he could easily do better never left your brain.
You felt like you were drowning, that maybe it would be best if you just disappeared, even Keigo's life would definitely be better without you..
_ ".. you okay?"
You flinched as a familiar warm hand held yours gently.
_ "K.. Keigo" how did he manage to get in without you noticing? How long had he been there? Were you so lost in your self pity to notice him approaching?
_ "What's going on beautiful? I've been calling your name for a while but you were too distracted to hear me." his eyebrows furrowed and his signature smirk was nowhere to be seen.. yeah, that was your doing, you managed to trouble the one you loved the most, and the realization felt like a spear piercing your heart.
_ "I'm fine, really, it's nothing I promise." you lied through your teeth and he knew it.
_ "It's me y/n, you know you can talk to me about anything right? I know you're only pretending to be alright so you wouldn't worry me, but all I want is for you to talk to me freely." his hold on your hand tightened, and you knew you owed him at least that much.
You started talking, not only about your doctor abandoning you, but also about everything his action inflicted on you.
And for once, you held nothing back and expressed in great detail your fears and your overwhelming low self esteem, your shame and your feeling of unworthiness, and especially the suffocation that comes when all those dark thoughts battle inside your head.
He listened to you carefully, gently wiping your tears away and kissing the back of your hand reassuringly, but never dared interrupting you because it was the first time you spoke so openly to him.
He knew how you felt already even if you didn't say it outright— of course he did, but hearing you finally talk straightforwardly was a definite step in the right direction.
You looked up hesitantly, only to be met with a big smile that strangely soothed you a lot more than the countless sessions you had with your doctor.
_ "I'm happy you're finally able to talk to me with no hesitation, but first, wanna go out with me?" his smile remained and you found yourself nodding instantly.
He stood up, pulling you along, but instead of walking to the front door, he went straight to the balcony, "oh yeah, we're gonna fly."
You opened your mouth to protest but a yelp came out instead as he picked you up in his arms and jumped out of your fifth floor appartement.
Your screams were buried in his neck as he carried your tense body.
_ "You trust me don't you?" he whispered against your temple before placing a soft kiss on your skin.
You nodded fervently but your face remained deep in the crook of his neck. You felt his chuckles rumbling in his throat, "then look up."
It took you a moment to do so, but when you finally found the courage to open your eyes, you were met with the most beautiful sight in the world. The big clear night sky decorated with countless stars, the city lights underneath your feet, the soft clean air fanning over your face, and most importantly, you were sharing all this with him.
_ "Keigo, this is amazing!" and for once your heart felt lighter.
_ "Take a deep breath honey," he urged and you obeyed, immediately regretting all the times he begged you to go out with him like that and you refused, "your doctor is a jerk, I cannot believe someone like that is allowed to treat people, but you know what? you're actually lucky he did what he did, I'll pull a few strings and find you a much better one in no time I promise."
_ "You would? really?" though it shouldn't come as a surprise that your boyfriend has some influence— being the number two hero and one of the most powerful people in the country.
_ "I would do anything for you, no matter what it is," his bright smile never failed to soothe your heart, "listen carefully y/n, because I'll say this as many times as it takes for you to believe it, and then some.. I love you so much and I always will, so please never doubt.."
You didn't know what came over you all of a sudden, but you had the urge to kiss him and so you did. You felt him smiling against your lips before nibbling on your lower one playfully, you were so lost in him, that you didn't realize when he landed on top of a building until your feet had finally touched the ground.
_ "I'm proud of you y/n, you are truly strong even if you fail to see it," he took your hands in his and kissed them as you two stood at the edge of the tall building, "I have no doubt that you are capable of overcoming any obstacle that faces you, and I will be holding your hand while you do it."
_ "I don't know what to say Keigo except, I love you," you smiled as you tilted your head to the side, "you've always believed in me when no one else did, I'm sorry for constantly pushing you away when all you've ever wanted was to see me happy." your smile suddenly disappeared as the overwhelming feeling of guilt took over you.
_ "Of course I believe in you! you've been fighting your whole life while counting on no one but yourself, you've accomplished so much and that's admirable," he cradled your cheeks while gently lifting your head up, "there is no reason for you to apologize because you did nothing wrong, I'm just happy you're finally comfortable enough to share everything with me, and to allow me to support you just as you've always supported me."
_ "I'm happy too! I just wish I did a lot sooner." you placed your hands on top of his and squeezed them gently.
_ "Well, nothing is lost beautiful, we have all the time in the world."
And he was right, opening up to him was the best thing you allowed yourself to do.
That night, on top of that tall building, you made a promise to never push him away again, a promise that brought you both happiness.
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candle in the dark
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astarion & tav, gen, no warnings.
astarion finds tav awake really late one night. it's not a problem, until it is.
As he steps out of the trees, Astarion realizes there is something different about the camp. When he had left to hunt, the camp had been quiet and dark. The campfire was banked down to embers and everyone seemed to be asleep, or, at least, in their own tents.
It took him a moment to realize that the difference was coming from Tav’s tent. The opening had been pinned up slightly, letting in the cool night breeze and a candle flame flickered in time with the wind. This wouldn’t normally be something worth noting - Tav had a habit to stay up just a bit later than the rest of them, but this was different. Dawn was in a couple of hours and they were still awake?
It wasn’t like Astarion cared about Tav, not really, but they were the first person to be on his side once news broke that he was a vampire. So maybe he owed them, just a little bit. Maybe it was just because he wanted to make sure they stayed on his side. It didn’t really matter. Plus, in the off chance that they had fallen asleep with a candle burning, he had to make sure the idiot didn’t burn down their whole camp.
Quietly, Astarion creeps over. Through the tent flap Astarion can see Tav, lounging on their back and reading a book.
The book Tav is holding looks like it has been through hell. The cover is torn and water has made the pages wavy and brittle. Tav doesn’t seem to mind. They flip through pages at an impressive speed. Astarion would think they were just skimming if it weren’t for the way they would pause sometimes, brow crinkling and frowning, as they parsed out a more complex paragraph.
Astarion watches them read about ten pages before he decides to step inside Tav’s tent. “You know,” is all he manages to get out before Tav jerks and swears (in a much more colorful manner than Astarion had expected).
The novel slips from their grip and lands on their face. They pick it up gently and stare at Astarion as they set the book to the side. “What are you doing here?” they hiss.
Astarion eyes them carefully. Yes, he had startled them, but there’s something else in the hunch of their shoulders, in the harsh set of their mouth. They’re acting guilty , like Astarion had caught them with their hands down their pants. He smirks. “I was just going to tell you that you were broadcasting an invitation to every pest in the area.”
“Like you?” Tav mutters, under their breath.
Astarion chooses not to respond.
When he doesn’t reply or turn to leave, Tav sighs and throws their arms over their face. They lay there for just a moment longer, before they take a deep breath. “Thank you, Astarion. Did you need anything else?”
When Tav put their arms over their face, their hair shifted, revealing the smaller pointed ears of a half-elf. Anyone with elf heritage could see in the dark, and Astarion knew, from personal experience, that reading a book without a candle would be no issue. The whole situation begins to strike him as utterly ridiculous. “You can see in the dark,” he states, incredulously. “Why are you reading by candle light?”
The portion of Tav’s neck visible above their collar flushes a light red. They mutter something in response, so quick and quiet even Astarion couldn’t make it out.
Astarion takes a step closer and crouches down next to them. “I'm sorry, darling, I didn't catch that. You’re going to have to speak up.”
Tav sighs again, long and put out. They pull their arms away from their face and sit up to glare at Astarion. “I said that my mother told me my eyes would go bad, if I continued to read in the dark.”
“Human?” Astarion guessed.
Tav nodded. “She raised me on her own, I don't think she believed me when I said I could see just fine in the dark.” They shrug. “It doesn't matter anymore, she died several years ago, but I just…can’t shake the habit.”
Astarion blinks at them. He's not used to Tav making offhand comments like that, ones that were kind of sad. That was his job. Rather than dive into, well, all of that , right now, Astarion deflects. “Well, far be it from me to judge your habits. However,” and here he leans forward, firmly inserting himself into Tav’s personal space. To keep his balance, he rests one hand on the book Tav had set aside. “I insist you get some sleep, seeing as how you are half-human and also our fearless leader. It wouldn’t do to have you die in battle because of some book, hm?”
Tav stares at Astarion. Astarion does not miss the way their gaze drops from his eyes to his mouth and then back. Good, Astarion thought, it meant his plan to secure his own protection was working. However, this time he had a different reason for teasing Tav - he needed them distracted.
Astarion grins at Tav, before standing up so suddenly that they lean away from him.
“No, I suppose not,” Tav says, tone far more guarded than it was a moment ago.
“Good,” Astarion says. He holds up the novel he had snagged so that Tav can see it. “I'll just be taking this with me then. You can retrieve it in the morning.”
Tav’s eyes widen as they realize what Astarion is holding. They go to lunge for it, but Astarion is faster. He is outside of Tav’s tent and heading towards his own before Tav can even stand fully.
“Sleep, darling,” Astarion calls over his shoulder. “If you die because you’re too tired to function, I will not be reviving you and I will make sure no one else does either.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Tav challenges.
Astarion pauses and turns on his heel to look Tav in the face. “Are you entirely sure that’s something you want to test?” Tav's lips press into a thin line and Astarion knows he’s won. “No, I didn't think so. Now, sleep .” He waves his hand in a shooing motion and Tav rolls their eyes, but they do turn to head back into their tent.
By the time Astarion makes it to his tent, Tav’s tent is dark, the flap still pinned open for the breeze. Astarion can’t say for sure they’re asleep, but at least they’re trying.
Astarion ducks into his tent and sets the novel gently into his pack. It seems important to Tav. He will keep good on his word and will return it in the morning. He is not a good person, not moral by any standards, he has stolen many things, some of them extremely precious and personal, but for some reason, the idea of doing that to Tav makes something dark settle in his stomach. It’s not good for business, he tells himself, if he makes Tav mad, then he will be on their bad side, and everything he has worked for so far will have been for naught.
In the dull light cast by the moon, Astarion stares at the novel he had stolen. Dawn was still a few hours off, and he had been awfully bored lately. With a sigh, he settles on his bedroll, pulls the novel out, and begins to read.
***
That’s how Tav finds him the next morning. Astarion finishes the last page and looks up to find Tav standing in the entrance to his tent. Tav’s green hair is frizzy, tangled, and mushed on one side where they slept. The bag that he can see under their eye (the other is hidden behind a dark green tattoo), is still darker than Astarion would really like it to be considering he’s staking his life on this person, but small steps. An hour or two of sleep was better than no sleep.
Tav blinks at him, slow and groggy like they had woken up and wandered their way to Astarion first thing. “Did you…did you read it all?” they ask as their eyes drop to the book Astarion is still holding. Their eyes flick back to Astarion’s face and a frown settles across their face. “So you can stay up reading and I can't?” Tav crosses their arms and leans their weight onto one leg.
“My dear, I am an elf. I don't sleep , I trance, and I had already done so before I went hunting last night.” Astarion stands and hands Tav their book back. “So yes, I can stay up reading and you can’t. It was a rather good book.”
“It’s my favorite,” Tav says. “There's a sequel, but the main character is different. The hero of this book is important to me, I can -” like they realized they were rambling, Tav cuts themselves off and presses the book closer to their chest.
Astarion raises a brow, but whatever Tav was going to say, they don’t. “You can, what? You relate to the main character?” Astarion asks. “That’s rather concerning, given that he seems to seriously lack any common sense. You would think he wants to die, given the way he throws himself into any dangerous situation with no hesitation.” Tav stiffens across from him and it does not escape Astarion’s notice. Has he hit just a little too close to home? Would Tav hate him if he pressed just a little further? He hesitates before asking, “Is there something you want to talk about?”
It’s not something Astarion would usually offer. It’s not like he really cares, he reasons, this is all just part of the plan to butter Tav up, to keep himself on their good side. And yet, there’s something nagging at his heart, telling him that this is serious, that there is an open wound that could fester if left alone.
“No,” Tav says, shaking their head. “There’s not.”
Well fine, if Tav didn’t want to talk about it, Astarion wouldn’t be the one to make them. What sort of person would he be, forcing Tav to spill their secrets when he’s keeping so many himself? Astarion knew the answer, of course. That's something the Astarion under Cazador’s control would’ve done. That Astarion would’ve pressed and sliced to the heart of the matter, until his mark was bleeding out and in need of comfort only he could provide. Knowledge of his mark’s insecurities, fears, and secrets gave him power and made them easier to manipulate and lure back to Cazador. But Cazador isn’t here, and Tav isn’t someone he’s trying to lure to their death.
Outside of Astarion’s tent, the rest of camp begins to stir. Astarion can hear Gale setting up for breakfast and Lae’zel sharpening her sword.
Astarion cocks a hip and turns his most charming smile towards Tav. The weird moment that had grown between them had dissipated. “I'd get back to your own tent, less you want everyone to make their own assumptions about why you’re walking out of my tent, first thing in the morning, looking like that .” He examines the nails on his hand. “Not that I mind, either way, pretty thing that you are.”
Tav seems to realize the implications as soon as Astarion mentions it and they hurry to back out of his tent. Red has crawled up their neck and settled into the tips of their ears, but their brows are furrowed and the corners of their mouth are downturned. It was the same face they had when they were reading, last night, when they had to slow to parse a more complicated paragraph. They’re looking at Astarion like he’s something they can’t figure out. Astarion isn’t really sure how to feel about that.
“Yeah, sure, you’re right. Uh.. thanks for not…destroying my favorite book, or whatever.” They clutch their book close to their chest like a shield, turn on their heel, and scurry back to their own tent.
They don’t emerge again until Gale calls for breakfast, and when they do, they look more put together than they did standing in Astarion’s tent this morning. They don’t bring any of it up again that morning, and they continue to not bring it up for about two weeks after that.
In the meantime, their merry band takes out the leaders of the goblin army, save a bunch of tiefling refugees and reunite Halsin with the rest of the druids. They run into a vampire hunter and Tav does not turn Astarion in (to his mild surprise, no one else does either). They save a pregnant woman from a hag and they rescue some people from a burning building.
Every little favor they could do, Tav would do. They weren’t always the nicest about it, either, which was the best part. Sometimes Astarion still grins when he thinks of the way Tav had shoved Minthara into that chasm or frightened that little tiefling kid to tears after rescuing him from harpies. In Astarion’s opinion, Tav was just enough of a bastard to make this adventure palatable.
In those two weeks, Astarion doesn’t find Tav awake that late again.
Of course, he doesn’t really check, why would he? There had been no more candles burning late into the night, no more tent flap left open, so Astarion assumes that Tav had been sleeping like a normal person should. He’s almost forgotten about the whole thing, until Tav nearly falls in battle.
They were clearing some ruins of goblins when it happened. Astarion had been on a higher level than the rest of the battle, and was using his advantage to pick off the goblins that were swarming Karlach and trying to pull her down. He let loose another arrow and watched as it slammed into the side of a goblin’s throat, sending blood spraying onto Karlach’s boots. She didn’t seem to notice, preoccupied as she was with cleaving two other goblins in half.
In front of Karlach, Lae’zel was fiercely holding her own in the open doorway, stopping a stream of goblins from entering the room and overwhelming them. Astarion couldn’t have helped her even if he wanted to, and he very much doubted she would appreciate it if he accidentally made her a pin-cushion.
Tav was… Where was Tav?
Astarion stepped forward, positioning himself just outside the torchlight, and scanned the battlefield. His eyes search for a flash of green amongst all the blood on the ground. He finally finds Tav in the back of the room, kneeling on the ground and struggling to reload their crossbow. Their sword has been knocked out of their hand and gleams a dull silver a few feet away from them.
There are three goblins approaching them, weapons drawn. Tav glances up from where they’re frantically trying to pull back the bolt on their weapon and hastens their movements when they see how close the goblins are. Panic makes their fingers clumsy and they drop the arrow they were trying to load. When they reach for another, they find that there are no more. They throw the crossbow to the side and their eyes glow as the boom of Thunderwave ripples outward from their outstretched hands.
The thunderous wave of force hits the three goblins square in the chest. One of them drops immediately, blood trickling out of its ears and eyes rolled back in its head. The other two barely stumble and continue advancing.
Astarion moves before he can think. He fires an arrow at the goblin on the left, the one who looks a little worse off, and then he vanishes in a flash of white light. He materializes in front of Tav, dagger in hand. He’s lunging forward before the goblins have even realized he’s there. He stabs the one on the right in the throat before he yanks his dagger free and replaces it with his teeth.
The arrow he had fired before moving finds a home in the eye socket of the other goblin. It falls with a clang, all its armor bouncing off the stone. Astarion pulls back from the goblin he had bitten, its throat still clamped right between his teeth. It gurgles, once, twice, hands reaching to try and stem the blood flowing from its throat, before it too falls.
He spits out the flesh in his mouth and scans the battlefield again. Karlach swings her ax in an arc, catching the last two goblins surrounding her in the side and sending them sprawling. The one who took the brunt of the blade does not get back up. She brings the ax down on the head of the other with a wet crunch. Lae’zel is pulling her sword from another goblin. She eyes the pile of corpses in the doorway with disdain.
Satisfied that it’s as safe as it can be, given their circumstances, Astarion takes a moment to take stock of himself. His hands are bunched into fists at his side, the grip on his dagger so tight it almost hurts. He grinds his teeth and takes a deep breath through his nose. He's angry, he realizes. So, so angry. He does not examine why. He also does not examine the second emotion wrapped in that anger, the one that’s making his stomach flip and his throat tight.
Instead, he whirls on Tav. “What in the sweet hells were you thinking?” Astarion yells. His voice echoes off the stone around them, catching the attention of both Karlach and Lae’zel.
They wisely do not approach.
Astarion bends to furiously wipe his dagger on the shirt of a dead goblin before he sheathes it. He straightens and stalks to where Tav’s sword has fallen. “You almost got yourself killed!” He gives the sword a swift kick, sending it clattering across the stone in Tav’s direction.
Tav picks up their sword and sheaths it before standing. Their crossbow is already hooked to their hip. “I'm sorry!” Their hands are up as they try to calm Astarion.
But Astarion isn’t listening. “I guessed you had a death wish, but I didn't think it was this bad! Goblins? Really? That's how you want your adventure to end? With a piddling little goblin dagger in your chest?” A rational part of his mind knows that they can always just bring Tav back, either with a scroll or by asking Withers, but that’s not the point .
“I wasn't trying to die!” Tav snaps.
“Like hell you weren’t!” Astarion snaps back, “I've seen you cast Thunderwave a hundred times at this point, and it has never been that weak!”
All the fight seems to drain from Tav in an instant. They curl in on themselves just slightly, arms crossed and hands tucked under their armpits. They stare at Astarion and Astarion glares back. Now that he’s not yelling, Astarion can properly look at Tav. He immediately notices the exhausted glaze in their eyes and the dark bags under them, visible even through their tattoo.
“Not trying to die,” Tav mumbles. “Just tired.” They sway a little and then their knees buckle, pitching them forward.
They’re saved from hitting the ground only because they hit Astarion first.
***
Astarion hears Tav’s breathing shift, recognizes the increase in their heart rate an instant before their eyes open. If they’re surprised to see Astarion sitting in their tent with their book in his lap, they don’t show it.
For a minute they just stare at each other, daring the other to break the silence first. The only noise comes from the wind blowing through Tav’s pinned open tent flap. In the end, it’s Tav who speaks first. “If you’re going to yell at me more, you can leave.” Their eyes shift to the roof of their tent and they study the pattern in the fabric.
“That's a lot of gratitude for the person who kept you from face planting into stone.”
Tav sighs and when they speak their tone is flat and tinged with sarcasm. “Thank you for saving me from a broken nose, Astarion.” After their thanks, they wait, shoulders tense and hands fisted in their bedroll.
They’re waiting for Astarion to yell at them again, he realizes. He blows out a breath between his teeth. “I'm not going to yell at you again, even if I think you deserve it for being an idiot .”
Their shoulders relax and they release their fists. “If you’re not going to yell at me, then why are you here? No offense, but I didn't think you really cared that much.”
Astarion gently sets aside Tav’s book before he leans forward. He settles his elbows on his knees and rests his chin on his interlaced fingers. “What makes you think I don't care?” Mentally, he’s going over their interactions, trying to find where his facade had slipped, where he had even remotely managed to imply that he wasn’t interested in Tav.
There weren’t many things that Astarion felt he was good at, but lying and manipulation happened to be one of them. He had to be good at them if he wanted to survive under Cazador, and at the moment he wasn’t coming up with any reason for Tav to doubt his act.
“Because nobody ever cares about me,” Tav replies. There’s no question in their voice, no hesitation. They state that depressing piece of information like it’s a fact, something set in stone that they’ve always known is true. “I've been lied to, asked out or strung along as a joke enough times that I know when something isn’t right.”
Astarion straightens. He hadn’t really expected for his plan to be found out like that, but he figured there was no point trying to lie about it now. He’d already crossed the line and yelled in Tav’s face. They were probably just waiting for the chance to throw it back at him and kick him to the gutter. “I won’t lie, it started out like that,” he agrees. “I thought if I could seduce you, get on your good side, then you wouldn’t kick me out of camp, you wouldn’t let anyone else here stake me in the night.” He studies Tav’s face for a reaction.
Again, Tav does not show any signs of surprise. “You didn’t have to pretend to flirt with me to get on my good side.” They laugh softly. “You’re a bit of a bastard, but I like you enough without all of…that.” They wave their hand in a vague, all encompassing gesture. Tav’s smile shifts, grows small, fragile, and bitter, and Astarion feels a pang of regret for being the cause of the change.
That realization surprises him. Why does he feel like that? When did he genuinely start caring about what happened to Tav, about how they felt? He thinks back to that second feeling when he thought they were about to die, the one he had hidden underneath the anger, the one he ignored by lashing out.
“I was…” he grimaces but forces himself to continue. “I was worried about you, at the ruins.”
“You have a funny way of showing it,” Tav replies and Astarion throws his hands up with a huff.
“You don’t believe me?” Astarion demands. He nearly grinds his teeth into dust when Tav confirms that they don’t, in fact, believe him. It made sense, he had been lying to them for weeks now, there was no reason to suspect he wasn’t lying now. Except, now they’ve got these funny little parasites in their heads that are telepathically linked. Astarion reaches forward with his tadpole at the same time he says, “Open your mind, I can show you.”
And Tav does, they let him in just enough that he can feed them the memory of seeing them kneeling on the ground with goblins approaching them. He lets them feel the anger, the physical reactions, he lets them see everything in that span between when Astarion had spotted them and they collapsed. When he’s done, he pulls his mind back and settles with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
“Oh,” Tav says. “You really were worried.”
“Yes!” Astarion nearly shouts. “I’ve spent 200 years lying to people about every emotion I've ever felt. 200 years of stamping anything truthful into the dirt so that I could survive. Worrying about someone, caring about someone, would’ve gotten me killed. It still might!” Astarion doesn’t really know why he feels the need to explain, to defend himself and the reasoning behind his actions when he had just shown them . He stops, takes a deep breath and levels his voice back into a normal volume. “This is new to me. I don't know how to do this,” he gestures between them with one hand. “Whatever this is.”
At some point during his rant, Tav had sat up and was staring at him with wide eyes. “Astarion -”
Astarion holds up a hand to stop them. “I don't want to talk about it right now,” he says. “This isn’t about me.” While it’s a true statement, Astarion just wants the spotlight off his past. He’s divulged enough tonight, and now it’s Tav’s turn. “This is about your appalling lack of self-preservation skills. What happened today?”
Tav fidgets with a loose thread on their pants. “Told you, I was just tired.” Their eyes slide to the book Astarion has set aside and then back to the thread on their pants. “I've never been able to sleep well, but with everything that’s happening it’s been so much worse. It's like I can feel the tadpole in my brain, all the time .” They start to reach for the side of their head, but change their mind and instead tuck their hand under their leg. “I've been reading to distract myself from it until I'm so exhausted I can't keep my eyes open. After you found me that night, I didn't want another confrontation so…”
Astarion makes a noise of understanding. Escapism is not something he’s unfamiliar with. “You’ve been reading in the dark, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” they reply. They shrug and finally look Astarion in the face. “I guess it just caught up to me today.”
A flash of irritation makes its way through Astarion at the casual way Tav seems to shrug the whole thing off. Like it’s absolutely no big deal that they almost died today because they were too tired to reload their crossbow or cast a stronger version of Thunderwave. Astarion doesn’t say any of this outloud. He had said he wasn’t going to yell at Tav. “I would rather say so,” Astarion says, instead. “As the rest of this group of weirdos has decided to make you de facto leader, and I value being alive, which is somewhat contingent on your survival, you will get some sleep.”
Astarion reaches over and shoves Tav’s shoulder. They fall onto their back on their bedroll with a soft oof . “You can’t sleep without a distraction, fine, but you are going to lay there, close your eyes, and let me read.” He is not asking. He is telling. Tav opens their mouth like they’re going to complain, but Astarion silences them with a glare. “Shut up or I'm leaving, and I'm taking the book with me,” Astarion says, and it comes out a little harsher than he actually means it, but he’s not going to back down now.
He waits a moment, but Tav voices no argument, so he picks up Tav's book, opens to the first page, and begins to read in a soft voice.
In the space between one sentence and the next, he hears Tav whisper, “I’m glad we’re friends, Astarion.” Astarion pretends he doesn’t hear it and continues reading.
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I love your two sides story! I hope you continue it but if you don't, is it ok if I request that we can get like a side chapter where, Kate meets mama Melina :))
It's OK if you don't want too!
Mama Melina
Summary: Mama Melina was called after all.
Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!reader, Yelena Belova x sister!reader, Melina x daughter!reader
Warnings: google translated Russian
Word count: 1333
a/n: This is part of the Two sides world, so I would recommend reading part one and two first, but it’s not necessary :) I’m not 100% if there’ll be more full parts to Two sides, but you guys are always welcome to request things you’d like to know about the world!
Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore
“Yelena!” Y/N yells out and runs out of her room, leaving a very confused Kate behind. “What did you do, you сука?” She slaps Yelena’s arm.
“Ow!” Even though it doesn’t hurt, Yelena pretends it does. “I’ve done nothing. Why are you yelling?”
“You told mama Melina about Kate!” Kate’s eyes widen as she listens to the conversation from the other room.
Yelena chuckles. “Oh, that.” She laughs some more, now louder. “Yeah, I told her. That’s what you get for hiding things and lying to me.”
“That is so unfair.” Y/N groans, rubbing her face. “I wasn’t ready to tell her yet.”
“She would’ve found out eventually when she realized you’re hiding something.” Yelena rolls her eyes at Y/N’s dramatics. “I just sped up the process, she was already suspecting something is going on.”
“She wants to meet her, like tomorrow.” Yelena shrugs at the urgency in her voice, not seeing anything bad in a dinner with their mother. “She is angry, Yelena!” Y/N raises her voice, annoyed by the nonchalance.
“Not my problem.” Y/N whines, stomping her leg before walking back to her room when she notices she’s getting nothing from Yelena. “Remember to tell her to bring some homemade mac and cheese with her!”
Y/N slams the door closed, ignoring Yelena’s muffled Leave the door open! yell. She leans her forehead against the door and sighs. Kate wraps her arms around Y/N’s waist, setting her chin to her shoulder.
“I guess I’m meeting your mom then.”
“I’m sorry.” Y/N turns around to see Kate. “I really didn’t want her to find out like this.”
“It’s fine! I think.” Kate gives her a toothy smile, moving her hands to Y/N’s bare skin to rub it softly.
Even though it’s been a week since they decided to become official, and kiss for the first time, Y/N still feels the need to recoil away from Kate’s touch. And sometimes she does, but Kate is there for her every single time. Supporting and reassuring her.
“Tell me about her. Is there something I should know about her?”
Y/N hums, leaning the back of her head against the door as her eyes dart to the ceiling. “She is very protective, I suppose some would call her a bit controlling.” She scoffs with a smile. Her whole family is controlling, she is used to it. “She makes sure every single one is fed and taken cared of. Whenever I had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep, she’d stay with me the whole night.”
“She sounds great.” One of Kate’s hands move up to Y/N’s cheek, making her look at her.
“She is.” Y/N smiles. “Just not with outsiders.” She cringes as she stares at Kate.
“Well…” Kate grins. “She’ll like me.” She frowns when Y/N stays quiet. “Right?”
“Let’s hope so.”
The knock on Y/N and Yelena’s front door makes goosebumps appear on Kate’s arms. Melina is here. Yelena goes to open the door while Y/N and Kate wait in the living room, as Yelena didn’t allow them out of her sight.
The pair can hear them talking at the door, Yelena clearly excited by the homemade mac and cheese Melina brought.
Melina and Yelena walk into the living room, the latter holding a bug pot of mac and cheese, making Y/N stand up. She walks over to Melina and hugs her. “Hey mama.”
“Hello, sweetheart.” Melina kisses the top of Y/N’s head.
When Melina backs away from the hug, Kate stands up as well. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs Vos-Vostokoff.” She pronunciation of Melina’s last name is slightly butchered, but not as bad as it would be if she didn’t practice saying it with Y/N the night before.
Melina hums, staring at the hand Kate is putting out to shake her hand. Yelena snickers as Kate’s face turns into a grimace, while slowly putting her hand down.
“Mama.” Y/N mumbles, giving her a small glare. “Don’t be mean.”
“I am not being mean.” Melina pinches Y/N’s cheek before turning to Yelena. “Come on then, let’s eat.”
Y/N goes to stand next to Kate when Yelena and Melina walk into the kitchen to reheat the mac and cheese. “It’s gonna take a while for her to ease up.” She mumbles.
“That’s okay.” Kate gives her a reassuring smile, grabbing her hand. “You are the baby, I get it.”
“I am not the baby.” Y/N grumbles.
“You totally are. It’s adorable.” Kate giggles, kissing her cheek before they step into the kitchen.
Kate and Y/N sit next to each other, opposite of Yelena and Melina. Melina puts food on her daughters’ plates, putting the ladle back after so Kate could get her own food. Y/N gives Melina another glare, but it goes unnoticed.
“So,” Melina starts, setting her fork down momentarily. “A girlfriend.” Is all she says as she stares at Y/N and Kate.
“Yes, mama. Kate is my girlfriend.”
“They already said they love each other.” Yelena fake gags. “And they’re always kissing.”
“Yelena!” Y/N throws a napkin at Yelena’s direction, though it doesn’t land anywhere near here. “Shut up.”
“Вы любите ее? Действительно?” Melina stares at Y/N with one brow raised. She knows Y/N isn’t the most knowledgeable when it comes to relationships and such, which is why she is very cautious when it comes to them. “Ты уверен?” (You love her? Already? Are you sure?)
“Да, мама.”
Melina glances at Kate, who is looking at them with a confused expression, not understanding Russian. Melina turns to Yelena, asking her what she thinks of Kate and their relationship.
Yelena shrugs and shoves a forkful of mac and cheese in her mouth. “Только не занимайся сексом, когда я здесь.” (Just don’t have sex when I’m here.)
“Yelena! Сука!” Y/N yells. She hides her very warm feeling face behind her hands.
“Y/N.” Melina scolds. “No cursing at your sister.” Y/N whines, slumping in her seat, but quiets down instantly when Melina gives her a look.
Kate laughs at Y/N’s actions in her mind, too scared to do it out loud. She isn’t sure what the three of them were talking about, but it’s clear it’s not going to Y/N’s favor. Which is kind of funny, it really shows she is the baby of the family.
Y/N and Melina are staring at each other, as if talking with only their eyes so no one else would understand. After a while, Melina sighs and turns to Kate. “Kate Bishop, yes?”
“Yes!” Kate says a bit too loudly, excited that Melina is finally addressing her. “That’s me.”
“You love Y/N?”
“I do. I love her very much.”
“And you know what happens if you hurt her?” Y/N tries to intervene, but before she can even say anything, Melina lifts up her hand to silence her.
“You and Yelena will hurt me…very badly?” She glances at the blonde, who is happily eating her food.
“Worse than badly.”
Kate nods. She takes Y/N’s hand in her own under the table, for support. “I understand. I would never hurt her.”
Melina hums. She glances at Y/N and gives her a small nod. “I accept your relationship.”
The smile on Kate’s face is so wide Yelena thinks it’ll split her face in half. “Mama, I would’ve been with her even if you didn’t accept.”
“No, you wouldn’t have.”
“No, I wouldn’t have.” Y/N grumbles quietly with a roll of her eyes. “Can we go to my room now? We’re done eating.” Melina shoos them with her hand. “Thank you for the food mama!”
“Thank you for the dinner, Mrs Vostokoff.”
“It’s Melina.” She gives Kate a small smile as they start walking away.
“Thank you, Melina.”
“Keep the door open!” Both Melina and Yelena yell out just as Y/N is closing the door. With an extra loud groan, just so they hear her displeasure, Y/N leaves the door open.
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-------------------BO BURNHAM’S INSIDE OUTTAKES SENTENCE STARTERS
change as needed. language, adult content, mentions of mental illness.
“I’m going a little crazy.”
“I don’t have a kid. I crochet instead.”
“I’ll bother getting better when I bother getting dressed.”
”I’m living in the future.”
“Am I kinda hot?”
“I’m just hoping I can write or film something soon that’s usable, or I’m just gonna stop and play PlayStation.”
“Is this fucking doing anything?”
“Is this looking cool or just fucking stupid?”
“I’m a stupid little bitch!”
“I just wanna feel good.”
“I’m not even close to kidding.”
“I wanna know when Dippin’ Dots is going to condemn child sex trafficking.”
“Maybe I’ll feel better when I got to bed.”
“I wrote a joke. Wanna hear it?”
“If your least favorite word is ‘moist’ and you tell people that, I hate you.”
“My least favorite word, by the way, is ‘injustice.’”
“I wrote a song for you.”
“You’re an adult. You can figure it out.”
“You think I am the worst.”
“Why would you assume that you’re entitled to a dumpling?”
“I don’t wanna fight so let’s just drop this- it’s not a big deal.”
“You owe me a dumpling or a dumpling equivalent.”
“Um no, fuck that.”
“Your whole worldview collapses the moment there’s a spider.”
“I get it, this is the real you. It’s a pleasure. Nice to meet you.”
“Shit like this brings the movement down.”
“Everyone’s a feminist until there is a spider around.”
“Our culture has been taken over by a radical group of SJW feminist freaks.”
“Now we’re fucking talking.”
“Offer yourself by being yourself. And if that doesn’t work, be somebody else.”
“Who you are on a fundamental, sort of unchangeable level, may just be uninteresting.”
“How is the best case scenario Joe Biden?”
“Soon after I posted my first couple videos, they went viral.”
“There’s a lot of material that I’m just really embarrassed by and makes me cringe for a lot of reasons.”
“I often wish that I could just, you know, start over.”
“Fuck you, dude. Fuck you, alright?”
“I ain’t afraid of no spider.”
“It’s very upsetting that the future is in front of now, do you know what I mean? Like that we have to keep living from now onward.”
“This isn’t a joke, so don’t joke about it.”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“I’m doing fine. Twenty-nine, in my prime.”
“I am a weird looking dude.”
“You’re supposed to see the top of your head when you come out of your mother’s pussy, but you saw my face. I came out face first.”
“Other days, like today, I just feel like I’m completely spinning my wheels and wasting my time.”
“I’ve been eating these things for basically every meal for the past six months.”
“I’m using a paper plate. I know they’re bad for the environment but I’d rather put a gun in my mouth than do another dish.”
“We could and would and should have done better.”
“Our doing isn’t done and our done-ing isn’t did, okay? So know that.”
“We are living in a golden age of content.”
“Time is still, you know, passing.”
“It’s only a problem when you go outside.”
“I’m done being sad.”
“Am I going crazy? Maybe, maybe not.”
“Pray for us.”
“The more I wait for it, the more shitty I feel and look.”
“I realized the only way this thing is going to stop is if I stop doing it, so I’m going to stop.”
“She likes her life as a mother and wife, but is that all she is?”
“Her future is waiting right there for the taking.”
“The chicken must first cross the road.”
“I’m an adult man in a baseball hat.”
“I don’t know what’s happening.”
“What the fuck is going on?”
#bo burhnam#bo burham inside#inside#inside outtakes#inside meme#bo burnham meme#rp meme#roleplay meme#roleplay#roleplay prompts#rp prompts#ship meme#ship rp#angst meme#angst rp#crack meme#crack rp#comedy rp#comedy meme#ask meme#music meme#horror rp#funny rp
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House in Fata Morgana: Door 6.75
I have never reviewed a visual novel before, but iscahwynn made me a very generous offer and a long line of patience, knowing that we are trying something very new. To that end: Please don’t spoil me for the game at all! If you are reading this, I have only gotten through the part written above, and I don’t want to be corrected, even if I’m wrong, even if I’ve missed something, i don’t want to have anything confirmed or denied, and I don’t need any trigger warnings or extraneous explanation. Iscah would like my pure, naive experience of the game. Thank you!
Okay so I absolutely did not make it to the next door, which is frustrating for me from a scheduling standpoint, but makes sense narratively, I should have trusted that the door situation was streamlined and that’s on me.
So, let’s first get aside all of the notes about Morgana’s life. It much the way it frustrated me with Giselle, it frustrates me that none of Morgana’s problems can be a result of her own actions, or feelings, or whatever. I feel really fucking bad for her, but in the sort of way you do a kicked dog, not a human being you feel empathy with. She acts like a fucking saint, it is very difficult to think of that sort of person as being a fully realized human. BUT, I do love that we meet with Mell and Yukimasa and Jacopo, though of course owing to the shortness of the story but, they’re all very mustache-twirling and not nearly as interesting and layered as I found their stories within their own doors. But I think that’s fair.
Couple standout things here for me: I am not so sure that she doesn’t have some sort of power, but I also think the argument she doesn’t is completely legitimate, and I love that! I love not really knowing, certainly not every person who ever had a torturous life and horrible death gerts to wreak fucking havoc, i’m just saying. But I love that it could just be sheer faith, in both love and hate.
The way that she cuts herself, and people love her and praise her for it, and so she comes to cherish her hurts and cuts. Loved this as an example of the ways that, in how we online socially reward sadness and brokenness with attention, contribute to this idea of cherishing our hurts. This isn’t me saying that we should never share anything that sucks online, but I think all of us are pretty aware of how responses to a creative, or happy post can be versus a post about something bad can be, and I think that can be reinforcing, and you start to see those as immutable parts of you. Anyway, send hatemail, it’s fine.
BUT WHAT WE’RE REALLY HERE FOR. Okay so I called Michel being Michelle but I have to confess, “Michel is a trans man” (Kinda????????? I guess???????? I don’t fucking know, he says his body is male now and that was not strictly speaking possible in 1099, so unless there was magic involved or he’s being metaphorical or something here, I have no idea what’s going on) is NOT where I expected the game to go and I am sucking my TEETH with nervousness about how they’ll handle this. All of my reticence for Michel and Michelle being the same person comes out of my fear that they will handle the gender thing so so so badly, and I still absolutely feel that way.
I am pleased, I guess, in a narrative sense, that they have Giselle respond in a reasonable and common way for a woman of her time, and honestly, all the times she’s lived in. I expected full on “Bodies don’t matter to me <3” which does annoy me in “historical” fiction. Of course it happened, but it was not all that commonplace, and it’s just something that grates me. So even if she comes around, and I suspect she will, I’m glad we got to avoid magical cool girl from 1099 Giselle. She had a reaction that feels bad and is historically plausible as shit. We love that! Gives her room to move and makes everything feel less fake.
Also, did Michel seriously think he was never going to have to confront this KID, COME ON. For someone who has built up a shield of never trusting anyone around yourself you sure are trusting that Giselle is going to this thing that she could not reasonably have seen coming REAL FUCKIN WELL. It’s such a part of the contradiction of Michel. He’s closed off, he’s vulnerable. He’s cruel, he’s tender. He’s intelligent, he’s A FUCKING MORON. I love him! I am going to punch him in the fucking face!
ONTO DOOR 7 FOR REAL I GUESS
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Random tidbit because I can (Book 5 Spoilers btw)
Chris only calls Malleus “Hornton” a couple times. There’s the second time the two meet where Chris just kind of blurts it out before apologizing and claiming that it was the name Grim came up with and that she’d come up with something less silly (it still got a hardy laugh out of Malleus, which takes the weight of awkwardness off of Chris’s shoulders).
Before I knew anything about Malleus and he was like “You come up with a name for me ;)” I thought the game would prompt me with the option to “name him” and I was gonna call him “Fae” but then Grim was like “he’s Hornton actually” and I didn’t get to choose a name :(
But imagine my surprise when I found out I was right
Because of this I always imagined Chris eventually calling Malleus “Fae” because he reminded her of one. This of course is the point where he reveals that she’s right actually, he is a fae (and she panics because she doesn’t know every fae rule. She knows those exist but oh no did she break a rule? What would it cost her? Does she owe him something?). She has to mention at this point that fae only exists in stories where she’s from, at least to her knowledge. Afterwords Malleus is more than willing to answer any questions that she could have (he’s a sweetie and he’d love to teach her about his people).
The second time she ever calls him “Hornton” she, again, kind of just blurts it out, but more out of excitement than anything. It’s during the SDC right after Vil’s overblot and right before it’s revealed to her that this is the Malleus Draconia what are you doing???? She more or less uses the silly name to tell Grim that this is the guy she’s been talking about! This is Hornton, Grim! She’s so happy that they can finally meet face to face that there isn’t even the slightest thought in her head that she’s doing anything socially “wrong” until everyone clarifies the situation to her. Even then she kind of realizes that Malleus is comfortable enough to be casual with her and doesn’t want to take that from him so she continues being how she has been with him.
After that point Chris only ever uses the name Hornton in a teasing sense. It’s a silly name but given the context it’s pretty funny that Malleus allowed it from anyone. He takes it well, and has become weirdly fond of the name anyway. Grim also calls him Hornton but it’s more or less because he doesn’t really see a problem with it. In his mind it’s just a clever nickname made up by a great mage like himself, so what’s the issue? There is no issue here, exactly!
TL;DR Grim calls Malleus “Hornton” most times while Chris usually goes with “Mal” or “Fae” and Malleus is perfectly happy with that. :)
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