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greatooglymooglyyy · 3 months

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Like I Do (Chris Sturniolo)

summary: Chris and I have been best friends our entire life but what happens when things start to feel way more than platonic for me? (Based on I Do by Renee Rapp)

contains: fluff, pining, a little bit of angst ig, bestfriends to lovers, kissing, nothing serious, 1k words

"I leave the key in my mailbox just for you. So you don’t call when you’re coming over, you just do."

I sigh deeply, tossing my phone from hand to hand and debating calling Chris. My brain has been replaying the last time we hung out on a loop, and I can’t figure out if I’m overthinking it or not. I know Chris has always been effortlessly affectionate, but there was something different about the way he cuddled up to me last week as we watched movies.

The way he’d pulled my legs across his lap, mindlessly running his hand up and down my thigh as if it were the most casual thing in the world. The way he’d fallen asleep and pulled me close, refusing to let me go when I tried to let him have the couch. I just can’t figure out if I’m losing my mind or if it means more. Just as I decide my crush on Chris has officially rotted my brain, I hear the unmistakable click of my door unlocking and Chris singing out my name. Oh, I am so fucked. I scramble up and go out to my living room, where he has already made himself comfy on the couch with a bag of fast food on the coffee table.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming over.” I say nervously, taking the seat on the couch furthest from him. He gives me a strange look, like I’ve grown an extra eye or something. “When do I ever?” Very valid point. If I had a dollar for every time one of the triplets let themselves into my apartment, I could buy a house in their neighborhood. “I dunno.” I mutter, reaching for my food, completely unsurprised that Chris has my order memorized. I glance back over at him, trying not to stare as I take in how good he looks in his simple white tee, his gold chain swinging as he fidgets. He catches me staring and gives me another weird look before stretching his legs out, intertwined with mine, and grabbing the remote. I try to calm my heart down, reminding myself that he’s like this with everyone.

Chris turns on my TV and goes through the apps until he finds HBOMAX. “If we start Game of Thrones, will you explain it to me?” He asks, cocking his head to the side as if already confused. I smile at his expression, despite myself, and feel some of the weird tension between us loosen. “You got it, dude.”

“This is why I love you.” He says, grinning, throwing his hand over his heart. And I feel his words like a dagger in mine. I don’t reply; I can’t. Because I mean those words completely differently than he does, and it makes my whole body ache.

As the episode starts, I feel Chris’ gaze bore into the side of my head, so I sigh and turn to meet his eyes with my eyebrows raised. He looks like an absolute meme right now, his face scrunched up like he’s trying to figure out something impossible. “You are being mad weird.” He says finally, pausing the show and scooting closer.

And I know this is the moment. Me and Chris have been friends since before either of us could even tie our shoes. Our friendship is one of the most constant things I’ve ever had in my life, and I think it’s because we’ve always been honest with each other. Even if it was scary. Except for this.

I take a deep breath and turn back to Chris, squaring my shoulders. “Can I be real with you for a second?” I ask, maintaining his eye contact even though I’m dying to look away and drop this. “Crazy that you think you have to ask?” He moves even closer, a small worry line gathering between his brows as he gives me his full attention.

“It’s fucking me up that we see each other so differently.” He leans forward, his face even more confused than before.

“Chris, I’m so fucking sprung over you, I can’t handle it. And I don’t need you to say anything. I don’t need you to feel the same. But I need space to get past this so we can go back to normal. I need to take a breath that’s not full of you so I can figure out how to get over this.” I say, closing my eyes and shaking my head as I finish so I won’t cry.

“Yeah. I need you to open your eyes and look at me when I say this.” He says before reaching out and taking my face in his hands. I peel my eyes open and meet his, praying he lets me down easy."

“If you don’t think I’ve been in love with you for half of my life, you need way more than those glasses you wear at night. I feel like all I ever do is chase your high. I’m drunk on you half the time.” As he speaks, he runs his thumb up and down the side of my face, his touch so light it feels like snowflakes falling. “I’ve been waiting for you to be ready. Waiting for you to say the word.”

I’m stunned into silence as I try to process his words and the enormity of what he’s saying. “You love me?” I whisper, still in disbelief. He grins and leans in, brushing his lips against mine briefly before answering. “I love you. And you love me. You admitted it. No take-backs.”I laugh and slip my hands around his neck, pulling him in to press my lips against his now. He smiles against my lips, deepening the kiss slightly, but then pulling away.

“Alright, so I get that this was a whole thing, but I really do wanna know what all the hype is with Game of Thrones. So are we done being gushy or-"

“Boy... not you ruining the moment-"

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tending-the-hearth · 4 months

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so bc they're on my brain and the amount of people acting like clarisse should be hated on the same level as luke is making me go feral so hcs about one of my favorite girls and her annoying brother percy <3

she and percy's names in each other's phones are "rissy" and "prissy" and they absolutely refuse to tell that to anyone

the only time people find out about the nicknames is post-blood of olympus when the head counselors meet with the camp jupiter senate and they go off in private and percy just grins at clarisse and says "hey rissy" and it's one of the only times anyone ever sees her truly cry and they have a teary reunion where they're definitely hugging each other way too tight

clarisse definitely gets closer with sally and paul when percy disappears. she visits more, and even spends the weekends there if she's having a bad time. she also bonds more with annabeth during that time too

post-chariot quest percy and clarisse check in on each other a little more. for them, it's in the form of sparring, so people think they're back to their rivalry, but they're really just having the time of their lives, laughing and grinning at each other

they have a heart-to-heart in the time between battle of the labyrinth and last olympian, where clarisse genuinely apologizes to percy, and they have a talk about everything percy's ever overheard, everything that happened with chris, with ares, with gabe, end it's very very healing for both of them

honestly that's the point where they start to see each other as siblings. percy brings clarisse back to the apartment, and sally and paul immediately just fall in love with her and are ready to adopt her then and there

clarisse and grover are the next ones that sally and paul reveal the pregnancy to, and clarisse tries so hard not to freak out until sally talks about how happy she is that estelle will have two wonderful big sisters to look up to.

GOD when percy first disappears, and clarisse wakes up to the sound of annabeth screaming for her boyfriend. it's the first time since silena's death that she's felt utter and horrifying fear in her heart

clarisse is one of the main campers to go out looking for percy, to the point where she's barely at camp

they send each other the stupidest photos, like i mean the absolute ugliest photos in the entire world, and each of them has a separate folder in their camera roll for it

there's a point during heroes of olympus where clarisse starts calling sally and paul mom and dad, and when percy comes back and it happens in front of him he just gets the biggest, stupidest smile on his face before clarisse punches his arm and shoves him off his chair

clarisse and percy have weekly dinners at sally and paul's <3333 where it's just the four of them + estelle once she's born

percy, texting clarisse after living in nr for a while: "hey i'm visiting mom for the weekend do you want to get lunch"

clarisse: "i hope your bus crashes and you die in a fireball"

also clarisse: "noon @ mcdonalds tomorrow if you're late i'll have a panic attack"

annabeth and chris see their text conversations and half of it is the two of them threatening to kill the other and use every piece of blackmail they have on each other and the other half is the deepest, most emotional conversations they've ever seen

literally no one understands their friendship, the rest of the seven asks annabeth about it one evening after seeing clarisse clothesline percy and steal his food before he sits down beside her and they engage in a quiet, obviously personal coversation that ends in a tight hug and annabeth just shrugs

#i love them and their weird siblingship that no one understands #obvi don't tag as ship #clarisse la rue #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson

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ikigaisvt · 5 months

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seventeen as tropes – vocal unit

starring: jeonghan, joshua, jihoon, dokyeom & seungkwan + gn!reader / (mention of mingyu in dk's) words count: 3.5k in total (between 400 - 800 each, expect seungkwan's 1.3k..,,.,..,, dont comment on that pls) content: fluff, non-idol!au warnings: everything is soft tbh? skinship (cheek kiss, kissing, holding hands), teasing, pining, rivalry, shitty team mates/friends, crying, lots of blushing lmao, very very very very sappy note: seventeen as tropes has been sitting in my drafts since 2022 and i'm FINALLY letting it out,, i hope everyone enjoy it! i decided to post it by units or else the post would get Too long (i already went off on this one lmao) don't worry hhu unit and pfu unit is already in the making hehe >.< pls don't come for me if some members have more words than others! inspiration isn't going to be the same for every tropes so i hope everyone can keep that mind! minors can interact with this fic but please don't follow or i'll hard block you. ignore any mistakes pls my brain is Dead rn,,, pls enjoy this piece of mine and don't forget to leave a like/reblog/comment! mwah mwah mwah good reading~

Jeonghan: Blind date

Jeonghan never loses bets and everyone in his friend group knows that which is why no one ever makes bets with him. He is just an extremely lucky person and he can always get his way out of any situation; expect when the person he made a bet with is Joshua – I taught him too well, he thinks to himself. It’s all because of a lost bet that he finds himself going on a blind date on this Thursday afternoon. That was the bet – to go on a blind date with someone the other picked. To say he was nervous was an understatement. All he’s hoping for is that Joshua didn’t prank him and sent like Seungkwan as his date. That would be awkward, he thinks as he makes his way quicker to the café.

As for you? Well, here you are, waiting for Joshua’s friend in this new café that opened in the neighbor. You don’t really know what went through your mind when you agreed to this blind date; something about Joshua’s words, probably. He can be a bit too convincing at times, something he apparently learned from this special friend – Jeonghan. You’ve never met the guy but oh have you heard countless stories about him. You know he’s one of Joshua’s closest friends so maybe you won’t get a relationship out of this but you will be able to talk about Joshua’s weird antics – in hopes Jeonghan isn’t worse, somehow, than your best friend.

You’re lost in your thoughts when a voice softly calls your name. You look up to see the most beautiful man ever and he quickly introduces himself as Jeonghan, as he sits down in front of you. You don’t really notice how Jeonghan looks at you, like you’re the most beautiful human he has ever seen or how a slight blush creeps up on his ears. And Jeonghan doesn’t notice the blush on your cheeks or how you slightly smile to yourself every time he tells you something. You two talk for hours; complaining about Joshua’s behavior – and you don’t let Jeonghan get away with turning him into a little devil, talking about how cute Sylvanian families are – he even shows you the ones he has, he rants about Legos, too, while he lets you tell him about that last book you read – something about a fae prince and a human falling in love. The staffs at the café breaks you both out of your conversation, letting you know they are closing in 10 minutes – it’s only when she comes around that you realize you are the only customers left. You quickly gather your stuffs, expecting to say goodbye to Jeonghan in front of the café but he naturally walks you back to your place. It’s when you’re leaned on your front door that he asks for your number – I thought he would never make a move, and he promises to see you soon before leaning in to give you a kiss on your cheek. It’s only when Jeonghan leaves you that he realizes luck was, once again, on his side.

Joshua: Coworkers

You’re very grateful for your coworkers at your new job. It’s only been a few months since you joined the finance team at this new company but everyone treats you like you have been part of the team for a long time. Everyone helps you out in new tasks, especially Joshua. Whenever you have to do something you aren’t used to, Joshua comes running to help you out and he cheers you up every time you have a hard time. You never really questioned how he acts as you always thought he was just being nice – as he is with anyone else. However, as your coworkers have known him longer than you, they know how you always get a special treatment from him; he makes you coffee when you start working and after lunch, he brings you your favorite chocolate, he prints out your folders for you and makes sure you always have your favorite pens working. His crush on you is known to everyone but you.

That all comes to light on a company dinner where Joshua special dots on you even in a restaurant far from work – he gets you food, fills up your plate and your glasses, lends you his jacket when you get cold and even offer to walk you home. All of these little attention gets him teased by your coworkers while you are still as oblivious as before. Joshua wears a profound blush on his ears all night but once again, you still don’t notice the pink tint of his ears (you honestly think it’s a cause of his drinking) and Joshua is entirely too happy about you being so clueless.

A few hours later he walks you home – as he promised. However, you surprise him by asking why everyone was teasing him back there. He stumbles on his words, the blush going to his cheeks until he finally admits it’s because he has a crush on you ever since you walked into the office on your first day. And now you’re the one with the blush, stuttering an answer – I like you too, but Joshua takes you by surprise by kissing you.

Jihoon: Acquaintances

You have known Jihoon since middle school; he was just always around in your group of friends and yet you didn’t know him at all. All you knew about him is that he liked music and as much as you thought he was nice, you never thought about making friends with him – if you didn’t all this time, why now? But when you’re in your first year of college, walking into your liberal arts class and you see only one familiar face – Jihoon’s, you walk up to him because it’s always good to know someone in every classes – to get notes or for future project.

So, you put on your best smile, sit down next to him – hope to god he remembers you – while starting to rant about how glad you are he’s here. However, all you’re met with is a blushing and stuttering Jihoon; “Sorry, I- uh- I forgot to water my dog- I mean, no- Forgot to give water to my dog! Bye!” before he runs out of the auditorium. It’s an understatement to say you are confused about his behavior, hoping he doesn’t secretly hate you – and is currently at the college’s administration to beg for a transfer. He’s cute, after all.

Next week, you are standing in front of the door of that same auditorium wondering if you’re going to find Jihoon in there. You don’t give yourself time to run away, pushing the door open and promising yourself to try and make a friend in this class today. You sit down, not trying to find Jihoon among the students. You didn’t even finish pulling out your laptop that the chair beside you is pushed back – Someone sat down next to me! – and you look to see who your new best friend is, only to see Jihoon looking at you, smiling. He greets you, asks you how your morning went before apologizing for last week – something about him being stressed. You let him know it’s alright – you can’t just hold grudges against him. And he’s cute today too. That’s how you two become friends after more than 10 years of being in each other’s life – or like background. And so, because Jihoon never feels like he apologizes enough, he does anything you ask of him for weeks: he buys you food, lends you his notes, makes you playlists but most importantly, when you ask to see his studio, he accepts.

On a Friday night, he picks you up and you two walk together to the studio, as you ask him about music – all these years, you always saw him with a guitar or humming songs and yet you never knew how it all started. And so, he answers all your questions, he talks, again and again, he tells you everything because it’s you. When you get to the studio, you walk around, touching every instrument, asking more questions while he sets up his computer. He goes out for a moment – letting you know you can play around on his computer – to pick up dinner at the fast food down the street. Of course, you take his offer, settling down on his chair and you open Youtube, play some songs before trying to make a simple track. It’s when you open his files to add one of his samples that you stumble across a file named after you; you can’t resist the urge to open it, finding songs after songs – Run to you, Darl+ing, Lean On Me, Adore U.

Jihoon comes in a few minutes after, the computer still shining with all these songs. And that’s when he knows – he knows he can’t hide it anymore, he knows all these years he spent at a distance from you can’t happen again, he knows he has to tell you. So, he tells you – he never talked this much in a night – he tells you he always liked you, he never forgot that first day he saw you in middle school, he explains how much he tried to not be in your life but he always felt himself be pulled in. He confesses that’s how he started music – because nothing but this could describe what he feels in his chest when you’re there. And you have tears in your eyes, you feel like your heart is going to implode from the love he gives you and you tell him; someway, somehow, your life has always felt empty when he was missing. When college came around you were scared you were never going to see him again. So, when you saw him, you knew this was destiny. You knew the world pulled strings for you two. (You spend the night at his studio, listening to every song he made for you while you two build a new world together.)

Dokyeom: Love at first sight/Meet cute

Dokyeom knows it; he’s in love. Okay, he hasn’t been in love before but he is pretty damn sure if love is something then it’s this; your chest tightens, you feel tingles in your stomach and you can’t stop looking at everything they do. That’s what he feels right now, when he sees you reading your book in that coffee shop.

He’s here with his best friend who tries so hard to get his attention but nothing can make him look away. I’m not being a weirdo, he reassures himself. You’re just so pretty, sitting there while reacting to that book – at one point, he saw tears pooling in your eyes – while you sip on your tea, your headphones on. You stay there, reading away while he watches you, then stops looking when he feels like you’ll notice him but he finds himself looking at you soon enough, never being able to really stop.

It's when you get up, making your way to the bathroom that he breaks from his daze – I need to get a grip. So, he focuses on his best friend’s rant, listening, actually answering his questions. But when he misses you, he looks back to your spot only to find it empty, only your book left behind. He gets up immediately and make his way to your spot, not even caring about Mingyu’s complaint. He picks up your book – Me Before You, he reads – and hurriedly makes his way out of the café. As he looks around, trying to find you, he notices you at the end of the street, a few meters away, waiting to cross the road. He runs up to you, not wanting to let you get away and as he gets to your level, he gets weirdly nervous; it’s not like he’s gonna make any move, right? He lightly taps your shoulder to get your attention. You turn around, a natural smile hanging on your lips as an answer. Dokyeom feels his heart beat faster right away and he knows it’s not even the nervousness, it’s you – Hi, uh- I- I was in that café, he starts as he points behind himself, I think that’s yours, he says as he holds out the book between the two of you. Immediately, you react, your face twisting in something between surprise and gratitude as you grab it and you never stop thanking him, again and again, asking him how you can repay him. Nothing, he answers, stars in his eyes knowing he will never be that close to the sun again, just- enjoy that book, okay? he finishes, turning around to go back to his best friend and his cappuccino. He walks slowly, almost as he expects you to catch up to him, almost as he wants you to – and he does. It’s when he pulls the door of the café open that he feels a light touch on his shoulder, his body reacting to you before his eyes can even see you. His lips pull up, his eyes shine again and he turns around, his heart reacting the same way again, before you extend a piece of paper between your bodies, stuttering; You forgot something too, the blush on your ears deepens, my number.

Seungkwan: Rivals

Seungkwan has always loved badminton; at this point, he talks about it so often, the whole school knows. Which you might be bitter about – only because you don’t like sharing something in common with him – but it’s only normal people do know about it; after all, he’s the captain of the boy’s badminton team. Now, what people of this school don’t know is that there is also a girl’s badminton team in the school – however, they are about to know. You have been leading the team so well, even though it has only been two years since it first got together, that you now get to share the court in your school’s sports hall to practice with your girls. Your coach – which is also the boy’s team, also lets you know that you’ll be meeting the other team every 2 weeks for friendly matches so the girls could improve in their skills.

It's the next day when you walk onto the court, already prepared for practice – you just need to take care of a few things as you are the team captain. Unfortunately, you stumble onto Seungkwan when you least expect it – you thought the team had classes at this time (not that you know his schedule, of course). Seungkwan doesn’t understand what you’re doing on his ground and he asks you to leave or else he will tell the coach – as if he had any kind of weight on her. Go tell the coach I’m here, go, you scoff at him, knowing she will only let him know what’s really going on. A few minutes later he comes back, the coach by his side, as he rolls his eyes at, probably, the thought of sharing anything with you.

And that’s how the rivalry between the two of you gets worse – if that was even possible. Your team meet every other day, practicing side by side and sharing laughter – expect you and Seungkwan. You both make your possible to annoy each other – you take the best spot first, you help the coach, you give advices to his team mates, you even go as far as to use him as something not to do on the field. On his side, he refuses to say your name, he keeps reprimanding your girls, he even says how even a toddler could play better than you and even go as far as to flirt with your team mate. Fortunately, even through all this fight with him, you and your girls train hard and your skills are rapidly improving. Time passes by so fast and it’s already time for your first match against the boys. You gather your team, let them know you believe in them and to not get intimidated by their playing – they are going to play hard and we need to hit back as much as them. It’s when Seungkwan sees you like this, so serious, so sure of yourself and so proud of your team, even when they lose points that he notices you in a different way. The way you burn with passion and yet how your eyes still shine with love when one of your team needs words of encouragement. He didn’t think he would ever feel like this but right now, you are distracting him from the match. And nothing, distract him from badminton.

The match is fierce, the room is burning with pride and want for the win; which the girls get. You cheer again and again, even the boys are congratulating your team – only Seungkwan doesn’t as he gathers his stuff and leaves first – which somehow, stings. You think it’s because his pride is hurt but it’s only because he can’t bear to see you anymore when he feels like this – heart fluttering, lips forming into a smile – at the sight of you.

The training keeps going after that win, the matches too; you keep annoying him and he does too, even though is comments are more helpful than anything; don’t do it like this, you’ll get hurt or even tell them to coordinate their moves, it will make them better – but you don’t notice, you only do the contrary of what he wants you to. The 5th match comes faster than any of you expect and you fight for the win with your team – you haven’t won these past 3 ones and it’s taking a toll on the team spirit – but the luck isn’t on your side when you sprain your ankle. The match stops as soon as you yelp, your team mates too surprised to react right away. Through the pain, you open your eyes when you feel a hand touch at your ankle delicately, trying to evaluate how hurt you are. You expect to see your coach but you meet a pair of brown worried eyes – Seungkwan. Are you hurt somewhere else? he asks softly, before turning around and telling everyone else to give you space, talk to me, please, he pleads, his big brown eyes fixed on your face. The after shock of the fall passes by as you stutter; why do you care? before asking for two of your team members to help to the infirmary – the coach letting everyone know the match is postponed, as you go through the door.

A few hours later you’re sat down on the cold bed, waiting for one of your friends to get out of class so she can drive you home – two weeks without walking and a month with no badminton, at least, the nurse told you earlier, but please go see a doctor, she finished before leaving you alone in the room to rest. You’re lost in your thoughts when you hear a knock on the door, thinking it’s your friend that’s here to bring you back home – finally. You’re more than surprised when you’re met with Seungkwan’s figure at the door as he asks you if he can come in, which you answer with a nod. He walks in and sats down on the chair at the end of the bed; what did she say? he asks, nervous at the thought of talking to you normally – and also, at the thought of not seeing you for practice anymore. 2 weeks with crutches and a month without playing, at best, you whisper, trying to fight back the tears. Oh- I’m so sorry, he says, sounding sincere. It’s not like you have anything to do with that, you sneer, wiping a tear off your cheek, do you? He sits back, now realizing how far your rivalry had gone for you to thin he could hurt you; no, of course not. I would never, he says seriously, as he sits down at the foot of your bed. Yeah, sorry, you apologize, your voice breaking in the middle, I thought that was what we did. Hurt each other. He takes in your pain which is much more than physical right now; your heart is on the verge of breaking and it’s mostly because of him; Not anymore. I don’t want to do that anymore; he starts as you lookconfused by his words. So, he explains; how his aversion for you came to be because you were a better captain, how people compared you two together, how some of his old team mates wished to have you instead of him. How he found himself to be as admirative of you as people are, how he finally understood everyone when he saw you play, how badminton was made for you, the same way you were for him. How these feelings bloomed in a place he thought was burned by the spite of others. How he wishes he could take everything back but since he can’t how he hopes you can give him a chance to do better, in the future. So, you do; you hold his hand as you both stay silent; he starts to come up with way to fix your broken heart and you, coming up with a plan to keep the flowers blooming even in winter. Maybe love is the way to it all.

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wyn-n-tonic · 1 year

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That's a Real Fucking Legacy: To Leave

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader/former Tommy Miller x F!Reader Word Count: 2.1+ Warnings: Bad words. Relationship problems. Suicide/death/blood mentions. Author's Note: The previous one was supposed to be a one shot with this tacked on to the end. When I was writing the other day, my brain said, 'no, just post it now,' so I did. The response was very overwhelming and kind. I hope this part lives up to expectations. Where the first part focused heavily on Joel's confrontation with Tommy and his relationship with reader, this one focuses on reader's confrontation with Tommy and her relationship with Joel.

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Two brothers—one giant fucking mess.

Their lives, long before this one, were always bloody too.

Fist fights and war zones and broken noses and bullet holes.

So many bullet holes.

So many bullets.

You stopped being afraid of the actual monsters long ago; when people showed you that they were capable of being so much worse than just ripping one another apart.

But that day, that last little faith you had in anything is dissolved as Tommy’s fist cracked into Joel’s cheek.

He didn’t come in, just knocked Joel back a few paces and looked at you like you’d shredded him far worse than any bullet or bloater that ever looked his way.

Then, again, it was just you and Joel and the baby.

Baby, that’s all Joel called her in the aftermath of it.

Baby, he’d say followed by the suggestion that you should really discuss changing the name.

Everything was silent after that.

No gunshots outside, no knocks at the door.

No bullshit for days.

Joel pressed hasty kisses into you in the early morning light, two fingers pushed deep inside of you and encouraging, praising little words falling from his mouth into yours.

It’s been days of his quiet observance to your routine. How you behave; how you react; how you nurture his little girl.

He’d held you that night, long after you cleaned him up, and just let you cry against his thick, broad chest. Not once did he ask to know who your tears were for or what they represented.

Now, though, he’s pressing himself against you and fortifying all his lost strength and the hastily put together pieces of his heart with the soft cries you give back out to him.

The knock comes just as you’re about to; hard knuckles hitting the door while Joel’s buried up to his between your legs.

“Ignore it,” he whispers. “They’ll fuck off, you’re so close.”

Nodding your head, you cover his hand with yours and push further as he encourages you more and more.

“Come on, sweetheart, come on”—another knock—“FUCK!”

Joel pulls himself from you and stands, sucking his thumb and then each thick digit into his mouth afterwards as he walks towards the door.

“Who is it?”

“Tommy.”

Joel looks back, a question in his eyes but you’re already pulling pants on as you come around to the table. Something tells you that Tommy expected you to follow him out the door, explain yourself and beg him to come back to just talk.

As much as you love him—loved him—your family now needed you in that moment. You owed him nothing.

Still, as the door swung open, he looked at you like you did.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asks, eyes going from Joel’s shirtless figure to your half dressed one.

“And if you were?” Joel asks.

“Baby.”

“Baby?” Tommy pulls back like he’s been slapped, like he has a right. “So I go to find us a better chance at life and you jump in bed with my fucking brother first thing?”

“First of all, you’re gonna keep your fucking voice down,” Joel says, pulling his brother into the room. “Our daughter is still asleep and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Your daughter,” he says, like he still can’t believe it, looking from Joel to you and back. “The daughter that should be mine.”

“Should be,” you agree. “Could’ve been, would’ve been.” Your arms are crossed over your chest. There’s an aching deep in you that you’ve been trying to keep in since the moment you saw him.

“You left,” you remind him. “I waited for you, Tommy, there was no first thing.”

The baby cries and Joel moves instinctively towards her along with Tommy’s gaze.

Tears roll easily down his cheeks, caught in the gray hairs of his overgrown facial hair. “I fucking radio’d,” he says on a step forward. “Marlene was supposed to tell you, she was supposed to keep you informed.”

“The only thing that bitch and the Fireflies did was take you away from me followed by any sense of fucking safety I held onto—or did you not see the fucking spray paint and the lack of a goddamn floor?”

Another step forward, closer now and he looks the same but so different. Cold paled golden skin with freckles joined by sunspots blossoming in random, beautiful patterns.

There is gray streaked through his curls—his thick mustache.

His face is longer than Joel’s, chest somehow thicker with a rounded out barrel shape and you remember sleeping on it. Pressing your ear to the flat plain beneath his pecs and hearing his heart beat steady. There was comfort in those moments, safety and stability in an unsafe and unstable world. Now you lay your head on Joel and he gives you the same. Sometimes, you even think he gives you more.

Your grief is churning again, painful and ruinous. Because this man in front of you was supposed to be dead. After years with nothing, he comes back now. After years of grieving for him, keening for him in those confines of those walls and these ones. He looks at you like he has all the rights to the hurt that he caused; like he can come in here and take from you the very thing he put into your hands.

Crimson blushes up to the tips of his ears beneath all these things you say to him, held back by Joel’s strong arms.

“Don't you dare stand there and feel sorry for yourself, Tommy; don’t you stand there and blame your brother or me or my fucking daughter for the shit that you did.”

“Do you love him?” He asks, eyes squinting like he’s studying you—picking you apart like all those nights just so he can see how it all fits back together again. He doesn’t know, he never will again—not the way he did.

You shrug. “What the fuck is love anymore, Tommy?”

Covering his face, he pushes the tears away and runs his hand down the length of his beard. “When you look at that little girl”—he points to Baby in Joel’s arms—“what do you feel?”

He is looking for love but that’s not the answer. When you look at your daughter, there is so much more than that within you. There is love, yes, but there is also fear; pride; strength; weakness. All in beautiful, bruised violet tones that live just beneath your surface.

This feeling does not paint with the same brush as love because there is no brush for this; no clear picture to be made because all it does is grow and bleed and seep far beyond whatever edges you thought existed. It cannot be contained, there is no neat little box for it to fit inside of.

Joel, too.

It is the same for him but more. More than a need to protect and care for and nurture but there is a warmth within it all for this man who puts on such a cold mask. Do you love him? No.

There is so much more than that inside of you for your family.

Obligation. Bloody—blood bound—and waiting to be broken. Ready to do whatever it takes.

“I thought you were dead,” you tell him. “I waited so long for you and I never heard a goddamn thing.” Saltwater cuts into your words and and Joel’s broad body cuts into the frame of your vision. “I loved you, Tommy,” you continue. “I loved you and then I hated you and then I mourned for you and then I loved you again.

You walked away and took my whole life with you, you took that love and you took your laughter and your guitar and your singing and all the things that made me feel like a person. You know? I had something and somebody to come home to, I had a reason to keep going through the motions of every single fucking day in this shit hole that we call a world now, Tommy. I had you and I loved you and that love—that connection—made me feel like a fucking human being again.”

“Are you done?” He asks. “Are you done blaming me?”

The hold has on your hip tightens, those fingers curled into your skin at the edge of your jeans. Joel’s looking down his nose at you, this man with all his height and all his strength, with terror half in his eyes. Because he knows by now, he realizes, the last few years have made you stronger than he is—tougher. Diligent and resilient and half feral with anger bottled up close to your chest just waiting to be uncapped.

“I’m not blaming you, Tommy,” you tell him. “I’m thanking you. The love that I had for you was so pure and unbridled and the closest to the before that I have ever known. I would have gone with you, I would have bled for you. But you took the coward’s way out—“

“That's not what I did—“

“Shut the fuck up, Tommy, that is exactly what you did and you know it. You left with some excuse about wanting better for me.”

The tears in my voice are nothing compared to the ones on his face, sitting there and taking this—so different from the man he once was to you. The man that ached to argue and debate. He never could do that with you, though. He never had a reason to until now. “I did want better for you, I do still.”

Your hands rise in gesture of the walls around you. “This is it, Tommy,” you say. “You leaving me took all the breath out of my lungs, I thought I was fucking dying and my only hope was that your death was a lot quicker than the one I was experiencing.”

“Neither of us are dead, though,” Tommy says.

“No,” you agree. “Neither of us are dead but I wasn’t living for a long time, I didn’t want to. I would’ve bled for you, Tommy. I would’ve followed you anywhere but for them”—you look from Tommy to Joel and your daughter in his arms—“I would die for these two and that’s why I’m still alive so do what you’re good at and get the fuck out of my house.”

Joel’s hands are wrapped around your one, pulled to his lips over and over again. “I talked to Tommy.”

“Cool.”

His jaw clenches and the grip he has on your hand tightens slightly. “I know you’re hurting, sweetheart, but I think he kind of gets it. He’s not mad at you—me. He told me about where he went, where he wants to take you.”

“Oh? So, what? You made some fucking trade for me? Giving over the baby and the life that he could’ve had? Starting everything for your brother only to come in in the middle and leave when it gets too hard for him again?”

Joel’s head shakes, pain in those big, brown eyes. “He helped set up a city out in Wyoming, they’ve got electricity, water—food, baby. A life, a real one. Clean and safe.”

“What do you want from me?” You ask. “How do you want me to react? How fantastic for him that he has a real life, baby.”

He swipes a thumb across the swell of your cheek and makes those same soothing sounds he gives over so easily to Baby at the first sign of any kind of distress. “He wants us to go back with him, sweetheart.”

Huffing a laugh, you ask him why the fuck he’d want to do that. “Some unburdening of his fucking soul for what he thinks he left me to the last time? He took my life and gave me two more.”

“He still loves you, sweetheart, and he wants the best for you whatever you may decide that means. He told me he figured you’d moved on when he got nothing back, that’s what he had to hold onto to not think the worst because Marlene just kept saying she couldn’t find you.”

Couldn’t find me, sure.

Hopefully she found what she was looking for when she destroyed your apartment. She’s just as responsible for this new life, these new loves and hurts, of yours as he is—maybe more so.

“So what do you think we should do, huh?” You ask. “It's a long fucking way to Wyoming from Boston, Joel.”

“Yeah.” Your hair is wrapped around his finger again, body so closely leaned in to yours at the kitchen table. “It only takes one step to leave.”

#tlou #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #tommy miller #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x reader #tommy miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fanfiction #o writes

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lostbookreader · 1 year

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Promises

Summary: While Colby and Sam are out on one of their trips you, Colby's best friend/crush, get cheated on and end the relationship to the guy you were seeing but you don’t tell him. He doesn’t find out till he comes back and Kat lets it slip.

Colby and Sam both let out a sigh of relief when they both walked through the front door of their house and could finally relax before their next trip. Colby was especially excited to see you. This has been the longest stretch of time of not seeing you and you weren’t super responsive on texting him back. He texted you almost every day and he got responses here and there but nothing consistent. Colby planned on going to see you once he got unpacked and showered and he really hoped you weren’t with the guy you’d been seeing.

After a while, Colby walked downstairs looking at his phone trying to see if you would respond to him but he couldn’t get anything. He was definitely starting to worry because you never left him in the dark. Ever. He heard Kat and Sam in the kitchen so he walked over,

“Have you guys heard from Y/n recently? I’ve been texting them non-stop and I haven’t gotten a response in two days”

“That’s weird. They texted me asking how the trip was going a few days ago but that was it really.”

Both boys looked at Kat, but she wouldn’t look at them and looked like she was trying to busy herself.

“Kat? What's wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Have you heard from them? Are they okay?”

Before she could respond Colby’s phone dinged and he instantly reacted hoping it was you but frowned when it was one of his friends asking if he heard the news. He anxiously waited for a response and when it popped on his screen his heart started pounding.

Y/n and what’s his face broke up three weeks ago. I just saw him on Melrose and talked to him before I realized he was with another chick. Is she okay?

“Dude! Colby come on, what is it? Did they respond?”

“They broke up,” he whispered and before either of them could ask again he looked at Kat, “They broke up three weeks ago and you didn’t let either of us know?”

He was hurt but Kat looked just as hurt, maybe even more, “I’m so sorry. Y/n didn’t want to worry you guys while you were filming, they wanted you to enjoy your trip.”

“And you listened?” He asks, raising his voice.

“Colby” Sam warned before looking at Kat, “What happened? Why did they split?”

“It was at my party that I put on. Y/n wasn’t planning on coming since she had a really hard day at work but he came and was here. We didn’t think they were going to show until they did and it was going great but he wasn’t around so we went to look and,” She stopped and looked at Colby.

“What? What happened?”

“We found him cheating on her with another random girl that none of us knew,” Kat whispered and Colby’s blood began to boil but before he could say anything she continued. “I’ve never seen Y/n so upset but they didn’t cry it was just a fit of anger and there was screaming and they started fighting each other. Then all I remember was Y/n punching a mirror and there was blood but they didn’t let anyone help them. They just said it was done and walked out. The girls and I have tried to check in and they respond but they don’t want to see anyone and just want to be left alone.”

Colby just stood there and let the new info sink in before he grabbed his keys and started walking to the door. Sam and Kat called out to him and he was going to ignore them but decided to not stop and just headed straight for his car.

You honestly did not know what day it was, if it was day or night and you definitely didn’t know when you last ate. Everything just felt numb. Your hand pulsed from where you punched the mirror but you were too tired to get up from bed to take meds for the pain. You really just wanted to sleep just so your brain would stop.

Finally having dozed off at some point, you woke to your front door shutting and somebody calling your name. You didn’t think you responded but the next thing you knew Colby was there and he was hugging you.

“Colby? When the heck did you get back?” It took a minute but you wrap your arms around him and just take in the scent of his cologne. Then out of nowhere the tears started and he held you tighter.

“Oh bubs I am so sorry I wasn’t here. You should have told me and I would have been here in a second.” He whispers while situating yourselves to where he was below you and you were sitting in his lap.

“I didn’t want to ruin your trip. You and Sam looked so happy and I didn’t want to bog you down Colbs.” You whisper while rubbing your eyes to push the tears away. Accidentally rubbing your bad hand wrong and flinching from the pain.

He cups it gently while letting out a slow hiss from his lip before gently kissing it, “I don’t care how happy I look Y/n. If you are hurting then so am I. I hate when you aren’t my smiley little sunshine. Especially now I haven’t gotten to see one of my favorite things in the whole world.”

Letting out a pained chuckle you look at your lap, “I don’t think little sunshine is anywhere near right now Colbs. I thought I finally found a good one and and and,” you felt the tears coming but you try to hold them off but you fail. He just holds you, giving you all the time even though his heart was shattering. “I just thought I finally found someone that would let me get over my feelings for you but also was my chance of finally being done with it all.”

You flinch when your mouth just lets it all out before your brain could catch up. Colby doesn’t respond for a minute or so before he whispers, “I like you too you know. I have for so long and it may not be the right thing to say right now but I am so glad you dumped that fucking loser. I never liked him.”

A laugh randomly erupts from you and you hide your face in Colby’s neck, but he's laughing right with you. “There it is,” he whispers and places a kiss on your forehead, “how about we go get you cleaned up and in the shower and I’ll tidy up around here? Does that sound okay?”

“Yeah that sounds great. It’s been a couple days since I’ve actually felt human.” You say even though your face is still hidden in his neck.

“I can tell.”

“Rude!”

“I’m just being honest bubs. Now come on to the bathroom.”

Thinking he was going to let you walk, you move to go but his arms just tighten around you and he carries you to your bathroom, setting you on the counter. He gets the shower started for you while you start brushing your teeth and definitely avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror. Colby helps you off the counter and helps unwrap your hand before kissing your forehead again and leaving to grab you some new clothes. Taking it as your chance to undress, you get in the shower.

Feeling like a whole new person, you dress in the clothes that Colby left for you on the counter which was one of his hoodies and a pair of shorts. You walk out of the bathroom to find your bed covered in your spare set of bedding, your curtains opened and the Nevada sunshine shining through, and you hear Colby in the kitchen rustling around with something. Turning the corner, you smile as you watch Colby plate food he more than likely ordered. Your stomach rumbled and he quickly turned to look at you and smiled.

“She’s alive. I ordered some food from the place on the corner that you love and I got the couch ready for cuddles and movies. Figured I’d give your bed a break from you.”

You chuckle before going to grab your plate but Colby stops you and pushes you towards the living room with him following behind. Before you guys eat, Colby insisted on wrapping your hand again which you got lectured about but he was still super gentle with you.

The rest of the night was full of laughs and jokes and after a while you and Colby were bundled up in your bed just enjoying each other's presence when Colby takes a deep breath.

“I wasn’t kidding earlier when I said I also liked you, you know? I don’t want to rush it but whenever you’re ready I would like to take you on a date. If that's okay of course. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to say yes.”

“Colby?

“Yeah?”

“Shut up, I will definitely go on a date with you. Just give me a little bit and I promise you’ll get the best date of your life.”

He laughs and kisses your head again, “Okay but you have to promise me that you won’t keep anything else major from me. Especially if punching mirrors is going to be a new thing.”

#colby #colby brock fic #colby brock x reader #fluff #imagine #drabble #colby brock #sam & colby #sam golbach

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sofasoap · 10 months

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Love at first sight - 4

Pairing: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Unintentional exposures. leading to embarrassments. Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5 ,Part 6,Epilogue

Warning: Mature rating. Talk about adult-ish stuff. A/N: Thanks to @kaplerrr helping me with Spanish words :) and @jynxmirage,@random-thot-generator,@okayyadriana for Rudy Thot thoughts.

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

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It’s been seven months. Seven months. Since the Taskforce left Mexico. Since you turned him down and left him.

Just as he was about to summon his courage up and confess to you (after a bit of nudge and push from his hermano ) you shot him down completely. The pain that you both felt that night. Heartbroken.

“It’s better we stay as friends.”

Does that mean you had feelings for him too? He kept asking himself after that night. The way you sank into his embrace as you cried, like it was the last thing you will ever feel in this world.

He can still feel your warmth from that night. The shape of your curve, the calming scent of you.

Night after night, the dreams he had, you running through the field, smiling at him, or welcoming him home after a long tiring day, with your children jumping up and down, demanding their papá’s attention.

And not so innocent ones. Your angelic voice whimpers as he slowly thrusts into you, or sweet mouth of yours wrapping around his hardened length, eagerly to please him.

Where he wakes up in the morning, alone in the bed, with a throbbing ache that cannot be soothed. Even standing under the icy cold showers for a long time.

Now he stands in his room, after a long hard training session, checking messages and scrolling through the contact list, finding the phone number of his cousin his mother wanted to get in touch with. That’s when he spotted your name.

His finger hovers over it. Itching to press the message or call button, wanting to check up on you. See how you are doing. Hearing your voice.

“But.. friends can still keep in touch right?”You didn’t decline his offer to stay in touch. But the look on your face says it all. You will prefer not to. Why prolong the pain of pinning for each other while we can just cut the connection out once for all, and move on?

Letting out a sigh, he threw his phone onto the bed. He should just go have a shower and calm his disarranged brain.

He started stripping himself off his uniform, throwing it all into the laundry basket, ready for the wash later that night.

That’s when he heard a scream coming out from his phone.

Rubbing your eyes as you finish writing the last bit of your report. You were exhausted. Drained. Self inflicted really. Anything to get your mind off about Mexico. Or Rudy.

Burning yourself out isn’t the way to go. Your professional side tells you. How many times you have scolded the boys, especially Simon when he is still up at 2 in the morning, sitting in the common room, drinking tea and staring into the dark of the night. Until you push him back into his room, threaten to dob him in with Price. Or even worse, getting Soap to whip his ass.

Gaz has been fussing about how the two of you haven’t had your regular catch up session anymore since you buried yourself into work. He had a fair idea of what was running through your mind, but knowing you, he knows it's better not to press for information. Him and Price drop in every now and then into the infirmary with your favourite coffee and biscuit, forcing you to take breaks.

Soap gives you a look when your body stiffens at the announcement of a possible mission with the Los Vaqueros, meaning time to head back to Mexico again. Your mind already running and listing all the plausible excuses you can dish out for not joining the mission, but you know they will be immediately declined. Maybe you can just hide in the infirmary. Or maybe you can just go hide in the mountain, going through the trails that Alejandro used to run around as a kid. Probably not a good idea.you will be charged as a deserter. Price will give you the whole “ I-am-disappointed-in-you.” Dad talk if you really go up to him and beg for it. And that is the last thing you want. To let your whole team down. Little shrilling tone interrupts you from your excuse making dreams.Blindly grabbing the phone sitting on the desk as you hearing it ringing, you press the receive button without looking at the caller first, That is when you see a very well toned butt and muscular thigh popped up on the screen.

You let out a very undignified scream. The unidentified caller quickly turned around and stared at their phone with horror in their face.

RUDY????

He screamed because you were screaming

"AH MIERDA, YO-.. Ay Dios Mío ayúdame, que vergüenza.."He let out a stream of curses and exclaims as he scrambled to pick the phone back up and tried to cover himself up with the blanket at the same time. Unfortunately that only made things worse. The phone proceeds to drop onto the ground, directly in between his feet, camera aiming right at his private part.

“RODOLFO PARRA!!! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!!” You shrieked as you covered your face up, trying hard not to look at the phone screen. “I .. I am so sorry. Ahhh….” Grabbing what he can from the tall boy, he manages to pull out a t-shirt and pair of shorts. Quickly donning the clothes on,“Um, I , I am decent, you can open your eyes..” he stammered.

He can see you slowly lowering your hands from your eyes, clearly embarrassed and mortified from what you have seen. Never in his life does he want to throw himself off a cliff so much. Or maybe heading straight into a gunfire into a group of cartel probably will be a better situation to be than this.

You still stare at him with wide eyes, hand covering half of your face. Not saying a word. What are you thinking? It was a pure accident. He must have accidently pressed the call button when he threw the phones onto the bed. Talk about timing.

“So. Um, how are you?” He cringed.

“Could be better.” you admitted. He wondered. Were you missing him as well? Or were you making references to the incident that just happened.

“I am sorry. It was an. Ah. accident. I promise.” Rubbing the back of his neck, eyes darting away, he couldn't apologise enough.

Shaking your head, you let out a little chuckle. “It’s ok. I believe you.” he can see you were ready to say something more when your attention turned to someone off screen.

“No.. No, I am fine. Um. yea I saw a bug. Shoo. Go.” Rolling your eyes as you try to wave the person offscreen out of the room.

“Sorry. That was Johnny. He heard my scream.” You pull your legs up, curling into the chair, making yourself comfortable as you turn your attention back to him. “Has something happened? Why did you call? How is Ale and the rest of the team? Your family?” you shot out all the questions in one go, worrying something has gone wrong, reason for the call.

“ Oh, no. I, it was a mistake, I must have pressed the wrong button when I put my phone down. I was about to go shower. Everyone is fine, my Mamá and sisters always ask about you.” he can feel his face and tip of his ears starting to heat up again. You pulled an apologetic smile as he mentioned about the family “I didn’t have time to thank them properly after that night… “ you trailed off, mind seems to wander. After a few seconds you caught yourself and shook your head, letting out a yawn. “I am sorry. I'm a bit tired. How rude of me.”

He looked at the time and mentally calculates the differences.

“ Isn’t it nearly midnight over there? I better let you go. Get some rest. Again I am sorry for the, um, unintended exposure.” Rudy apologises again. He hopes no one will ever find out about the awkward incident.

You laughed a little as you pressed your palm to your face, thinking back to the embarrassing moment. “ Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” His eyes softened. He misses your laugh. He missed that smile. He misses you so much.

He just can’t let you go. “Hey Mini.”

“Yes Rudy?” Just as you were about to hang up, he summoned up the courage. He is not going to shy away again.

“I miss you.”

He can see your flash of sadness in your eyes. Looking down, biting your lip before you close your eyes and opening them up again with a glint of tears, you reach to touch his face on the screen.

“I miss you too.”

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halloworhorecrux · 2 months

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Harry getting exasperated by Draco after fourth year, and an incident that shall not be named. It's like all of sudden he can't seem to stop getting hurt. The Incident was just the beginning, broken ribs and femur and tailbone that had him unable to attend the YuleBall. This was not going to stop Draco "I need to show off my designer robes" Malfoy. Harry finds him on the stairs leading down to the dungeons after following Snape. There he is a sweaty out of breath Draco Malfoy. He could be a maiden

Sickly child from the past. Either way Harry feels enough pity that he lifts him up and says he is taking him to Madam Promfrey but draco is about to die of embarrassment and anger, definitely anger so he says he will just go back to the Slytherin dorms. This is how Draco finds out that Harry has been inside their dorms before and spends an hour berating Potter about traditions and decorum. Harry puts up with the huffing and puffing Malfoy because it's like an angry ferret chittering at him. Not that he would ever say that aloud.

There seems to be a mutual agreement to forget this has happened until the second task happens. No Draco isn't Harry's treasure. Not in the conventional way. The stands hover and wrap the front of the lake. And before the cannon can even signal the beginning of the first task. Draco is shoved by rowdy students into the lake. His words of " My father" the last thing heard. Everyone is busy looking at the champions only Harry sees that Draco malfoy is not rising back up so he knocks back the gillyweed and dives for the Slytherin while people call him out as a cheater. Draco does not know how to swim and is being dragged by the grindylows, and Harry has to fight them to take back the flailing boy. Harry doesn't have to do the task because he saved someone and is applauded because he fought off not only the grindylows, but demented seahorses to retrieve his prize. His prize who spend their time in infirmary berating him for stealing the gillyweed from Uncle Sev and all the ways that the Triwizard tournament is an honor that he has besmirched with his fumbling.

Before the third task begins, Harry sees Draco at the front of the stand when he decides that should be a shit.

" Oy Malfoy, try not to get into any trouble while I'm busy. Kinda trying to win tournament, don't have time for damsels in distress"

And that's how Harry is chased into the Maze with a willy Slytherin by his side. They realize their in trouble when they can't get back out the way they came. Draco is definitely berating Harry again for calling him a Damsel. If anything he is a refined gentleman of the highest quality. Harry thinks he is something, alright. Maybe he does think Draco is fine, but only little after they haven't sniped at each other since the Incident. So they do the trials when a hulky Bulgarian finds them and trys to crucio them because what the fuck . Instead they lose Harry's wand because why not. They finally reach the trophy and thank merlin because Draco is so over this shit.

The cemetery happens but instead of an Avada, Draco is hit with a bone breaking curse. The only thing he can is be as quite as possible. Draco hears the resurrection and his father is there and he is crying but can't call out for help because he has never felt unsure of his father's love but he isn't willing to do it now. Harry fights using dracos wand but no knows that and that's what helps Harry decide dead or nort he is rescuing Draco one last time. He is sure that Malfoy is dead.

Imagine his surprise when he portkeys back to hogwarts and he finds grey eyes silently crying.

Draco has never been silent in his life, he has never been silent in anything. Whether it's his love or hate, he has never been silent. So Harry feels like he and draco finally share the worst sort of feeling. The horrible feeling of having to be not seen or heard by people who are suppose to love you. The uncertainty of calling out for help to a father, an aunt, your blood. Its blood not being thicker than water.

They each understand the terrible thing they have just witnessed.

It's under the cover of night that Draco finally speaks

" I thought you were going to leave me there"

"Never" Harry replies. "Never,never never" he cradels the blonde into him softly,his bones are still regrowing slowly. Skelegrow should only be taken once in a six month period.

" Your my damsel in distress of course I saved you "

" Of course, I'm yours"

and it's meant to be a joke. It's meant sound rude or even petty to call Draco that.

They start to cry together because that just means Draco is Harry's and Harry has something he doesn't have to share. Draco's proclamation confirms that he is Harry's.

#harry x draco #drarry #fourth year #harry potter #harco

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hotdideasneverending · 1 year

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Lost Memories AU

This has been in my brain for a good week or so, and I need to get it out.

Lost Memory AU, either Genderbend or ABO AU as well.

So, Aemond follows Luke into the Storm and chases him as per usual only instead of attacking Luke a loud clap of thunder disorients him and Vhagar, the dragon swerving to the side only to be hit in the side by lightning, sending the old dragon down to the ground. In that same moment Luke was also stunned by the thunder and Arrax swerved into Vhagar, slamming into her other side not hit by the lightning and sending him to the ground as well.

Both dragons land on an abandoned Island that had long since been left behind by people, their riders falling off and down a hill as they laid to rest their wounds that had been caused by the storm.

Aemond and Luke awake at the bottom of a massive hill, on the beach by a cave with no memory of who they are or how they got there. Aemond is confrontational, Luke trying to calm him down and explain that they must have been on a ship and it fell to the storm, them floating to the beach amidst the waves and Aemond agrees after some time. They get their bearings, realizing they had lost their memories asd they try to remember who they are or where they are from, they settle on the names Luke and Osferth (I am doing it for y’all!), moving to head deeper into the Island as they look for shelter and people. On the way there they see the massive forms of Arrax and Vhagar, Aemond instructing Luke to stay back, ironically, to not go near them as it would be dangerous.

They explore the island, making jokes and dry quips at one another as they come to the conclusion that they are on an Abandoned island with nothing but themselves and the monstrous, but hurt, dragons.

Luke makes use of his marine intelligence, he is Corlys’ heir and favorite grandson after all, and helps get fresh water, shelter and food for them both with fishing as well as forging through brushes and forests. Aemond uses his strength to rebuild a home that was in semi-good condition as well as hunting pigs and sheep that had somehow survived the island, skinning them to make clothes and all other needed items. They work in tandem to heal and survive, grating on one another nerves as they try to coexist with the slowly healing dragons who roar each night as if they are calling for someone.

Throughout that time Luke is getting *feelings* for ‘Osferth’, who is strong, confident and very, very handsome. At the same time ‘Osferth’ finds Luke a bit annoying, overbearing and a whiny baby; but Luke’s intelligence, dedication and warmth has him too falling for him and soon during a rough storm akin to the one they fell in, they fall into bed. Over and over again. They soon get into a relationship, doing everything as before but with a few little side missions in bed that they like to do until the rooster crows in the morning.

Of course with the bed tango and no moon tea, pregnancy is going to happen and Luke falls pregnant within about…3-4 months of them being there and ‘Osferth’ works harder than ever to learn his beloved's trick of sea life to provide as much as well as stock up on as much as possible. Until one day he needs to head further up to the den of the dragons to gather some berries he knows his lover will crave as they approach their 5th month of pregnancy, them having been missing/presumed dead for little under a year by this point. He manages to grab a basketful before Vhagar spots him and lets out a roar, this shaking ‘Osferth’ who gasps as memories flood back, his life before he was ‘Osferth’ and he remembered his was Aemond Targaryen, the second son of Viserys the Peaceful and the one who was wronged by the bastard he knocked up.

He returned in a daze, Luke comforting him as he tried to figure out what was wrong. Aemond wanted to be disgusted and he wanted to take out the sinful baby and kill his bastard nephew only to remember the last year or so.

Luke, despite not knowing who he was or who Aemond was, was nothing more than sweet, kind and caring. More so than his mother who always seemed to go to HIM for kindness and sweetness, Luke had instead given it to Aemond freely. The one thing he had always craved in life that he had to work for from his own MOTHER and FATHER, Luke was giving to him. So he lies, saying that the Dragons startled him and he got too close, Luke responded by kissing him, urging him to be careful and to not leave him behind, Aemond melting as this is what he always wanted.

Warmth and Love.

Without expectations weighed upon him.

He suddenly understood Aegon a bit better now.

So he continues on as usual, tending to his pregnant lover, receiving love and warmth that only Helaena was ever capable of giving him without added baggage or weight on it. He did all he could from ensuring Luke was comfortable to the pregnant ladies desire for naughty time, he did it all and revealed in the peace he finally had.

Until he woke up one day, on the 7th moon of pregnancy, to Luke panting, looking at him in fear with a shaking body.

He remembered.

Aemond would try and calm Luke down, the other hysterical demanding to know how long Aemond had remembered, demanding to know if this was his plan to ruin Luke and his future; that if he enjoyed tricking him.

Or if he was waiting till the babe was born to finally kill him.

Aemond would be hurt, saying he had been aware of everything for two months and had not abandoned him, loving him and their child because he truly did love them. He wanted this life and not the life of the palace anymore as his brother squandered the throne, drink himself into a stupor and he was meant to be his nanny. Luke calms down, they talk it out and agree to contact Luke’s mother, seeing as she had a claim to the throne and would most likely be merciful to his siblings should things be explained…

And her grandchild in her hands.

So Aemond does, mounting Vhagar to head to Storms End, where he appeared before Borros who had a heart attack at the sight of the supposed dead prince, Aemond demanding for a Raven to be sent out and messaging Rhaenyra about meeting him and Luke on the island.

Within it he placed the embroidered Arrax that Rhaenyra had on her son's clothes, along with a lock of hair from both him and Lucerys. Then he would send a message to his sister to get her and her children to Dragonstone, urging her to seek sanctuary away from the Greens as he finally sees his Grandfather’s poison for what it is.

A death sentence.

On the side of the war…

Blood and Cheese do not happen as Daemon feels like the gods have punished Aemond for the sin of killing Lucerys, but he was not content. He urged his wife to go to war, and she held out for a time until hearing the wind of the feast Aegon threw in honor of her son dying. Corlys and Rhaenys mourn Lucerys who was nothing more than a messenger, they smear the Greens, saying how it was dishonorable to even chase a messenger as Borros had stated Lucerys would not take up arms no matter how much Aemond goaded.

Jacaerys and Joffrey felt as if the world was pulled out from under them, Lucerys was gone and they wanted vengeance, but stayed their hands as they awaited their mothers order.

The war had officially begun, with battles here and there but nothing serious until a raven came from Aemond Targaryen, the one who had supposedly by Daemon’s words, struck down by the anger of the gods. The note was simple, saying that he and Lucerys lived, to meet on an Island that was no longer inhabited, to bring Maesters and Dragon keepers to heal Vhagar and Arrax.

Rhaenyra wept at the hair which was put in the note, smelling it to try and get a scent of her child as Daemon commanded all Dragonriders to get saddled up and to have the best Dragonkeppers and Maesters ready for flight.

They arrive, Aemond having flown up to lead them to the field in which Arrax was still healing, the Dragon keepers moving to calm the skittish being who recognised it kin and allowed for healing.

If this was ABO then Daemon would realize that Aemond knocked up his kid and proceed to beat the snot out of him, saying that he had no right and that Lucerys deserved better, to which Aemond agrees but he would never take back what happened.

In Female Lucerys, he would lead them to the shed where Lucerys is laboring and Daemon would then proceed to beat the ever living snot out of Aemond like as stated above. Even in ABO, Aemond would lead them to a laboring Luke and Daemon would beat him up again because he knew Aemond had mated with his son, he didn’t realize he already fucking knocked him up.

As the men dealt with Aemond outside, the girls helped Lucerys deliver a boy with Aemond’s hair and Luke’s eyes.

Daemon entered to see his grandchild, Aemond a bit battered up as he came in to see his son, to which Lucerys proudly states-

“Meet Damian!”

Daemon would laugh happily, Aemond’s face falling as he realized his son was named basically after Daemon; who promised he had more beatings coming, before they speak of the war and how to end it.

Don’t know how to continue the rest of it with the war, but after Lucerys takes over Driftmark with Aemond as a sworn shield, and they continue to fuck like rabbits and have as many kids as Jaehaerys and Alysanne.

#lucerys x aemond #aemond x lucerys #lucemond #au #house of the dragon

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steve-harringtons-ass · 11 months

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Feud- EDDIE X FEM!READER SMUT

Cw- 18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI, Rough-ish sex, Biting, teasing, name calling, oral (bith recieving), arguing, alcohol.

Enjoy weirdos

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Summer vacation in Hawkins, Indiana meant more time with friends, more time doing stupid shit, and your personal favorite- parties.

You were anticipating this Summer to be especially good, seeing as you had just finished your freshman year at college. You were also anticipating finally reconciling with some old friends, or at least reconnecting with your class on good terms.

Or a summer romance.

C'mon, who knows? You read all about it in young adult novels.

Nancy's end of the school year party was something everyone buzzed about come May. What got the gossip-obsessed crowd even more fixated was that Eddie was invited. You weren't offended, Nancy and Eddie had their own troubles that were sorted out a while ago. You and Eddie, however... That was a different story.

You pulled up to Nancy's place a little early, like she had asked you to.

"I need to see my bestie before everyone else turned up!"

You loved her and she meant well, but you cringed remembering her statement.

Nancy's carrying a jug of what looks like fruit punch from the garage to the backyard.

"Hey!" You leave your car, approaching her. "Anything I can help with?"

"There's another jug in the fridge if you can carry it." She beams. "I'm so excited, I made them this morning."

"You made fruit punch?"

"No! Jungle juice. It’s a bunch of alcohol and fruit juice mixed together. Mom and Dad finally trust me enough to actually leave the house for more than a few hours while I'm hosting so..." She shakes the jug a little, the bright red liquid sloshing around. "Had to go all out."

"Ohh, gotcha. Lemme get the other one then."

You meet her in the backyard to finish setting up.

"Eddie's gonna be here." She announces suddenly- as if it was something she needed to get off her chest.

"I figured. Y'all are good right? Why else would he come?"

"Yeah... Yeah, we're good. I just wanted to let you know."

"I don't mind at all." And you really don't. "I'd like to figure out why he hated my guts so much in high school, but I'm not about to cause a scene, y'know? I respect your friendship."

"Thanks, Y/n." She looks at the grass for a moment. "I know he uh- he wasn't the nicest to you. But did he ever find out...?"

"That I liked him?" You shake your head. "Nah, even when we weren't at each other's throats in class, I never had the courage to tell him. Probably for the best though, right? Would have been super awkward." That comment makes her chuckle, which is a relief. Your (rather insignificant) crush on Eddie was sophomore year, and you were in college now. Too much has happened since for you to really give a damn.

People start pulling up at around 7, and by 8, nearly everyone that was coming had arrived- and you’re lost in a sea of drunken former classmates. (Not for nothing, you’re getting to that point, too).

However, even while you're playing drinking games with Nancy and throwing fritos at Robin, you can't stop thinking about Eddie.

But why? And why now?

One thing you once hoped for was that your need to fix everything wouldn't follow you to college- but shit, wishful thinking, right?

Well, that's the most logical reasoning in your tipsy brain. The sun is fully set and you're making it a thing to start to pace yourself so you don't get too drunk too fast.

With that being said you chug the last of your can before finding Eddie sitting on a plastic lawn chair a bit further on in the backyard. He’s with Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle in front of a fire pit.

"Hey Y/n!" Steve notices you first, and he and Jonathan wave you over. You hear Steve mumble something to Eddie before he shoots you a look.

"Hey guys, how's your night been?" You sit in the empty chair next to Argyle, keeping your distance from Eddie.

"Pretty good." Jonathan answers first, swirling a bottle of beer by the top part. "I'm glad so many people could show, I thought we’d never see a lot of them again."

Like Eddie.

You didn't mean to look at him when Jonathan said that part about never seeing one another again. But you did.

Fuck.

"I dunno, might be for the best we don't have class with some of these people now." Eddie speaks up, and it's clear he'd seen you glance over.

Steve's smart, though. He knows where Eddie was going with that snarky comment and he isn't going to hear it. "It's still hard to believe we're done." He says. "It's only been a year, but being here makes me feel like it's been a week."

Everyone nods in agreement.

"To surviving freshman year," Jonathan states, raising his bottle. "May high school stop feeling like it was only a week ago... Don't really need to remember that." That gets a few giggles before everyone eventually raises their bottles for a toast.

You have a couple more mixed drinks, and while your conversation gets deeper and more personal, Eddie abruptly leaves your guys' slice of the backyard.

He left to talk to Nancy.

"Is he alright?" You ask once you're sure he's out of earshot.

"Maybe seeing us again finally hit him? It's not like we were able to hang out much this year." Steve says, glancing over at Nancy and Eddie. "Maybe he feels old." He grins, obviously not serious.

"Nah, I bet it's you, Y/n." Steve blurts out, face red as Jonathan elbows him.

"The fuck, dude?" Jonathan whispers.

"Yeah... You three can dish this out yourselves, four's a crowd y'know?" With that, Argyle leaves too.

"So y'all know why Eddie hated me, but not Nancy?" You ask, face getting hot.

"Well... Yeah. Nancy and Eddie are close, but you two are like sisters." Jonathan starts. "N-Not to say you aren't close with us! Just that, he trusted us more than her. I guess."

"Can you tell me at least? We're done with highschool anyways. Who cares now?"

Jonathan won't look at you when he speaks. "He was just kinda... Jealous. I guess."

You can't help but laugh. "No fucking way. You're lying!"

"No..." Steve starts. Neither of them were smiling. "He was always pissy that you succeeded in areas he couldn't. Like English, Math, even fighting all that shit in the upside-down. You know how jealous Eddie can get."

"But did that warrant all the things he's said done?" You thought of the rude remarks over the years. The catty bullshit. The humiliation tactics in class and at D&D meets. The one time he "accidentally" knocked your coffee over. He didn't offer to get you a new one. "There has to be something else."

"Not that we ever knew of." Jonathan cuts in, but his voice quickly gets quiet. Your back is facing the deck, so you can't see much of the party behind you.

"Knew of what?" Eddie askes. But he sounds like he already knows the answer. He's right behind you now, and the heat eminating from him is far less welcoming and comfortable than the fire in front of you. You don't know if the tone in his voice is attractive or terrifying.

Both?

"Oh! Uh, whether our old science teacher got hair plugs or not." Steve isn't known for his lying skills. Mostly due to the fact that he's an awful liar.

"You know I could hear you well before I was in front of you, yeah?" Eddie moves, circling the three of you like you're dinner.

"Why not hear all those reasons from me?" He's looking at you now, something that didn't happen once over the course of your fire-chat.

"Nah, I'm good." You want to know so badly it burns, but you're hoping that hearing it from a seemingly angry Eddie near an open flame isn't in the cards for you.

"C'mon dude, this isn't right." Jonathan says before putting a hand out to stop Eddie.

"No no, highschool's over, right? I insist."

You could leave. You could stand up and find Nancy and Robin and get shitfaced while talking about your favorite actor's newest movie.

But you stay. Are you paralyzed with fear? Excited to hear his answer? Who knows?

"I always thought of you as a fucking ass, Y/n. Had to be soo perfect all the damn time. So fucking great at everything."

He's drunk.

Steve is shaking his head, knowing that was never the case for you.

"So maybe I got sick of it. Maybe I got so wrapped up in my own life that I couldn't stand to give a damn about you. 'Cus that's life, sweetheart. Not everyone is gonna be your friend and I'm sure as hell not gonna do shit to prove that wrong."

"You're fucking cruel! She never did shit to you." Jonathan says, but Eddie ignores him completely.

"Y/n." His face softens, but turns into a strange, bitter expression. "Wanna finally know the mystery reason you're all foaming at the mouth over?"

You're blinking back hot tears, deadpanning throughout this conversation.

"I hated you so fucking much I began to fall in love with you. And I hated you even more for doing that to me."

And suddenly, the world stops.

Jonathan isn't trying to call him off anymore.

Steve isn't trying to reassure you anymore.

"Fuck you, Eddie." You hiss, venom in your words and fire in your stomach. "If you thought that would give you rhyme or reason to the way you treated me, you're dead fucking wrong. And this discussion is over. You’re shit to me."

"You don't get to talk to me like that!" His voice raises ever so slightly.

"Why? Is it gonna make you love me more?" You turn and leave, Steve and Jonathan calling after you while Eddie stays there, stunned.

You find Nancy. You don't want to cause any trouble- you just want to have a good night. But what you don't expect is the few minutes later where Eddie is begging to talk to you.

"Y/n. Please, let me explain that better." He says, almost whining in desperation.

"Nah. I heard enough for one night Eds." You brush him off, dismissing Nancy's confused face. "Leave me alone. I'm serious."

"So am I." And he sounds... Different. You can't explain it, and by Nancy's shocked look, you're right in your assumption that he's genuinely upset.

"Okay. But inside." You let him lead you to the kitchen, but it's too crowded. The upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms are… Occupied, to say the least.

"My car. If that's alright?" He asks.

"Fine, but you better not try to drive off and bury me somewhere." You huff.

"Yeah yeah, thanks for having faith in me." He leads you to his van, and the tinted windows stir something in you.

Eddie gets in the drivers seat and you get into the passenger's side.

His eyes are unable to meet yours. "I meant all that as in..." He takes a long inhale before starting. "Everything you did and said was perfect. Effortless. And though it made me that much more jealous, it also made me that much more interested in you. I know you don't want to hear it. But I was in love with you for a while. And something about seeing you go off and do your own thing without me being able to tell you made me angry."

You don't respond, but your face softens the slightest bit.

"I shouldn't have been an asshole to you. I fucked up beyond repair. I would have loved to be your friend in highschool at the very least, and I know I ruined that. But I at least want to apologize."

You're shocked. Hearing Eddie talk to you without yelling is one thing, but him apologizing is another.

"Oh..." You look down, at his hands, the shift lever, anything but him. "I didn't know any of that."

"Duh. No one did. Not Nance, Jonathan, Steve or even Argyle."

"I guess I have something to tell you, too." You aren't really thinking, but you don't really care.

"You don't have to share anything. I just... I've fucked up. And I'm sorry."

"No no... It's gonna take a bit to get over it, but I'm not gonna hold it against you." Your hand absentmindedly finds its way onto his knee, but he doesn't move or try to stop you.

"Thanks... What did you want to tell me?"

You lean in closer, further sealing the already little distance you had between the two of you.

"I liked you a lot in highschool. I don't think I ever got over it. Even when you hated me."

"Oh..." He looks ashamed of himself. Ashamed of taking out all of his bullshit on you.

"Hm?" You're inching close as he looks at your lips. He wants this so badly, but he feels too guilty. He probably should, but you don't want to focus on that right now.

"Can I?" He asks- and it almost sounds like he didn't mean to. He's embarassed.

"Please." Your voices are low. The sounds of chatter and music coming from outside are muffled to a soothing volume. Moonlight spills into his car, highlighting the emotions on his face in ways you don't recall ever seeing.

He wastes no time fufilling both your wishes and kisses you. It's feather-light at first, like he's afraid, or like he believes he doesn't deserve this.

But that reservation- that initial shyness melts away when he feels that hand that was on his knee rest on his thigh.

He pulls away first, speechless.

Before he can think of something to say, you kiss him this time. You can feel his demeanor soften into something far more gentle than the Eddie you just yelled at.

You shift a little, a groan accidentally escaping your lips.

The tone changes.

The atmosphere around you two morphs into something tinged with desparation and anticipation.

Eddie slides a hand up to your neck, leaving it just below until your hand is on his, guiding it to where he meant to put it.

You're pawing at his crotch, waiting for him to get the memo when he pulls away.

"Y/n."

"What?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He looks serious.

"Yes. I am."

"I've been known to get uh. Aggressive. If that's not your thing-"

"Eds, I think we both know that's my thing."

His eyes widen at your confidence. "Alright, shit."

He's hard now, a sense of pride seeping into you. He hated you and now he's putty in your hands.

Or so you thought.

"So the fuck are you waiting for?" He huffs, and you give him a smile before unzipping his jeans.

Eddie helps you slide his boxers down, and you can immediately see why he was so impatient.

You start by stroking your thumb across his tip just to tease him.

"Fucking suck it, don't keep me waiting."

You lower your head, taking the base of his cock in your hand. Eddie watches you drag your tongue up his shaft, and any sort of composure he had melts away. His hand is buried in your hair, the other gripping the seat.

You're bobbing your head on his cock, twisting your hand at the base in rhythm with your mouth and sending lightning bolts up his spine.

"Fuck, takin it so well, like the fuckin' whore you are." His hips are bucking into your mouth, his hand is involuntarily gripping the leather seat, and it's almost difficult to take him seriously when he's like this. "So good..."

The balance he's created of praise and aggression has you reeling, aiming to please him. You find a speed that drives him crazy, getting all sorts of moans and whimpers from him before his knuckles turn white.

“Don’t fucking stop- I’m gonna-“

"Shit shit shit-" Eddie groans, deep and raspy before he cums in your mouth. You swallow, slowly removing your mouth from him. “Fuck.” He pants.

"Get in the back." His voice is low.

"And if I don't?"

"Then holding you down when I... Return the favor won't be as comfortable, hm? Now get in the fucking back."

You swing your legs over the compartment separating the seats when Eddie follows, putting the seat down low so you can lay down (and so no one sees you).

He's on top of you, kissing your neck and biting the untouched flesh beneath it. The van is silent save for the heavy breathing and shuffling between the two of you. God, even his hickeys feel amazing.

"Eddie..." Your voice is impossibly small.

"Hm?" He looks at you, and you suddenly become aware that he's kneeling between your legs.

"Takin' too long." You're so soaked you're aching, and he's having the time of his life.

"My apologies, princess." A smirk that could only mean mischief spreads across his face. "Need to have it your way, huh?" He drags your shorts off of you, and paused when he notices the wet patch on your panties.

"Fucking soaked already? Wouldn't expect anything less from a slut like you. I bet seeing me pissed off earlier is what did it for you, hm?"

"Sh-Shut up. Asshole."

You also become very aware that he's seeing this.

Out of embarassment, you clamp your legs shut, though all you want is for him to pry them open and fuck your brains out.

"Wait, we don't have to do this." He says, a worried look on his face.

"G-God, please stop waiting, I need this so b-badly."

"Oh... I see." His hands are on both your knees, spreading your legs as wide as they'll go. "Would be a shame if I kept you waiting then, huh pretty girl?"

His thumb circles your clit through the fabric while his other hand presses on your thigh so you can't move your legs again.

The sensation- even through your underwear is sending shivers up your spine.

"Got some pretty thighs, hun." He grabs the flesh of your thigh before squeezing, enamored by the moan it causes from you.

"God, too easy." He snickers, and slides your underwear off.

He lowers himself to sit on his knees, and pulls you forward by your thighs. Your legs hang over his shoulders.

"'Course you'd have such a perfect fuckin' pussy, fuckin' dripping for me."

"Fuck, Eddie." You're squirming with impatience.

He flashes a smile once more before dragging his tongue up your slit, kissing and sucking at your clit.

"Oh shit." Your breathing quickens. You're gripping the seat. Your legs are involuntarily shaking and moving against him. And he doesn't mind a bit. Eddie drinks you up, secretly obsessed with the way you sound.

His tongue is working magic on your aching pussy. He's licking up every drop that spills out of you, latching his mouth onto your clit periodically to suck at the bundle of nerves.

Whimpers and yells of pleasure fill the van, much louder than he was. He's got a death grip on your thighs, and the bruising pain feels fucking amazing to you.

"Tastes so good, Y/n." There's an excitement in his eyes when he sees you like this- your back arching, your eyes closed tight.

The feeling of his tongue dragging up and down, the feeling of his mouth on your clit, it's sending you into overdrive.

You barely have time to tell him you're going to cum before you do, and he watches the lewd fluid gush out of you before licking it up.

"You ready?" He stands, hovering over you as his cock rests in one hand.

"Mhm." You nod frantically, unable to focus on real words.

"I'm gonna need something better than that." He says, the tip of his cock barely pushing into you.

"Yes! Please!"

"Please, huh? Didn't think you were that desperate..." His hand is still around his cock before he taps your swollen clit with it, and you jolt in response. He does it again, taking in the reaction he's getting from you.

You yelp and gasp with every tap before he starts stroking your clit with his cock. You're dripping and aching for him, but he won't give in. He continues to make strokes before abruptly stopping, and the lack of friction is driving you crazy.

"St-Stick it in, please?" You whimper, and the lust in his eyes is even more apparent now.

"So impatient, sweet thing. Want my cock? Need it?"

You nod desperately, almost shivering with anticipation.

"Mm... Okay."

He pushes the tip in at first, and your tense body immediately relaxes. He slowly pushes the rest of him in, a long moan escaping the two of you- evaporating any built up frustration.

Then, he takes his cock out- slowly. And it's enough to make you cum right then and there before his tip goes back in. Only this time, he slowly enters halfway before slamming the rest of him inside you.

"Fuck!" You yell, hips involuntarily bucking against his cock. He repeats this over and over again, refusing to let you collect yourself. Each time he slams into you a yelp escapes your lips, another shock is sent through your body and another star is added to your vision.

"So hot, feels so good around me." His voice is raspy, desperate, hungry. His strokes go to a normal, rough pace with no intentions of slowing down now that he's done torturing the both of you.

Your legs shake around his hips as you can barely contain yourself. Eddie's hands wander, squeezing your thighs, digging his nails into your hips, choking you. He's rough with you, but not in a way that's careless. In a way that's excited. Desperate. Fiery.

"Takin' me in so well, doin' such a good job for the mindless whore you are." You turn your head to the side before his hand grabs your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, slut. Especially if I'm talking about you. Betcha' like that, huh?"

"Too much-" is all you can muster before you're cut off by your own moans. His pace hasn't slowed down at all. "E-Eds, feels so good- Fuck."

"Oh I know, hun, but you're doing so good." His voice is gentle and it sends butterflies in your stomach.

His deep voice shakes you, and his strokes lose rhythm a slight bit. His eyes are latched onto you- your face, your hands desperately clinging onto him.

Your hands scramble, arms hooking around his neck. He cranes his neck down, biting your neck and leaving marks.

“E-Eds-“ Pain sears your neck and it feels like electricity. Your body is on fire and your mind is mush. All you can feel, all you can think about is Eddie.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you orgasm, hips bucking from sensitivity one more time as you ride out your high. Eddie follows soon after, shivering and cursing under his breath.

"God-fuck." You murmur, unable to think.

"Yeah." Eddie responds, and a smile creeps along his lips. "What a way to end a feud though, right?"

#80s #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #hehehe #18+ only

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A Good Man | DR

2k of a bit of self loathing and a lot of mutual pining. This was semi rushed and I don’t love the ending but I hope you like :)

If Daniel was a good man, he would have turned his car around before you had time to notice his headlights glaring into your front windows. If he was a good man, he would have stopped himself from knocking on your door so loudly. Perhaps, if he had been quieter, you wouldn’t have been so quick to open the door, and he would have time to shuffle back to his car and pretend he didn’t feel as bad as he did. But, he was selfish by nature. He needed you, more than he could ever bring himself to admit. So no, Daniel was not a good man.

“Dan? What- what are you doing here?”

Fuck. Of course, regardless of all of the shit he had put you through, you could never be angry enough at him to call him by his full name. His internal dialogue is so loud he doesn’t notice you take a step closer to him until suddenly, you’re staring up at him with a look on your face that wasn’t familiar to him. He had spent the better part of twenty years memorising each and every twitch of your face and how you expressed yourself, but suddenly he felt lost.

“Sorry. I know it’s late, but uh, I just landed and I don’t really want to go home yet. I don’t know. Is that weird?” He’s rambling, he knows he is. He feels so deeply uncomfortable having to show up to your house just before midnight because he’s lonely.

•

He’s standing in your living room, staring at a photo of the two of you at sixteen, along with Jackson and Ben. You almost feel embarrassed about it, given that there are countless other photos of your friends that are far more recent, and probably less cringe inducing. But there’s something about this particular photo that you feel attached to. Maybe it’s the innocence written across each of your faces. Sixteen and untainted by adulthood. The way you’re sandwiched between the lanky teenage boys, smiling so hard you have to squint at whoever is behind the camera. Maybe it was Kate. It didn’t matter anymore.

He’s been looking at it for so long, you have to assume he’s waiting for you to say something.

“How was the race?” You knew exactly how it was. You had stayed awake until the early hours watching it.

“P14. I’m a fucking joke.” He choked out a stiff laugh.

“You’re not a joke Dan, don’t say that.” He was still staring at that fucking photo. “Look at me.”

He takes his time turning around. You’ve wedged yourself into the corner of the couch, clearly your favourite spot given the way the cushion dips in the middle. He remembers the way you used to fight everyone for that spot, just so you could stretch your legs out across the laps of whoever was sat next to you.

“Are you doing okay? I haven’t heard from you in a while.” Two months had gone by since your last phone call. Most of your updates on his life came via his parents or sister.

“Just been trying to figure some things out. I’m sorry.” He was mumbling, a far cry from his usually boisterous self. He takes a pause, and then out of nowhere, “Do you think I’m a bad person?”

“What are- why would I think that?” You almost want to cry. You’re so tired, and his sudden appearance has set your brain alight.

“I just feel like every time I come home, and I- and I’ve got a good thing going with everyone. You, my friends, even my own fucking family.” His eyebrows are pulled tight towards the centre of his face, mouth slanted down in a frown. “I finally feel back on track, and then I leave again, and it’s all fucked.”

You’ve known this man for most of your life, and only a handful of times have you seen him so distraught. Usually, his face is graced with a grin that takes over the room. But now, he resembles a lost little boy.

“What- back on track? What does that mean?” Your scrambling to find words, anything to say just to fill the silence.

“I think- I was so naive when I was younger, thinking that I would just get to come back whenever I felt like it as if the entirety of fucking Perth would just press play as soon as I stepped foot into the country. As if I wasn’t missing out on everything,” He’s speaking so fast, you almost can’t keep up. “I’m missing out on everything. And it makes me feel so fucking lonely.”

His confession makes you feel sick. A man who has friends scattered across the globe is lonely. But really, you know that none of those people are important. His friends and family here, at home, are the only people he craves when it’s late at night and the parties have died down. As flushed as it makes you feel, you know you’re included in that.

“Dan I- you’re not missing out. We’re not exactly doing anything exciting over here.” It’s a poor attempt at a joke, you know that. Because it’s not about that, it’s the comfort of home that he craves.

“I’ve missed out on so fucking much! Jack’s wedding, I still haven’t met Sarah’s baby, by the way- who’s almost two. Two!” He’s frantic now. “What kind of friend does that make me? And you and I are still- I feel like an idiot every time I come here, because I never know what’s going on.”

Suddenly, it’s quiet again. If it weren’t for the low hum of the fridge, you were sure he would be able to hear your heart beating.

“What do you mean, you and I?” You can feel sweat forming at the nape of your neck, uncomfortable in his presence for the first time.

“I mean, we were something. Weren’t we?” He can’t look at you, not wanting to see the rejection before he has to hear it.

He’s right, in a way. If you count a short few months of fumbling around each other when you were seventeen. It was before he left for Europe, before you were forced to move forward without his constant presence. You had never thought too hard about that time, not wanting to face the truth about your feelings. You knew it was likely that to him, rushed kisses and exploratory sex were nothing but a farewell to his upbringing, preparation for the new life ahead of him.

“I didn’t- I didn’t know that was something to you,” You didn’t want to offend him, deduce him to simply a hookup. “We never talked about it like that.”

“I thought you knew! I just- you had a boyfriend when I came back so I just assumed the answer was no.”

He was right. He had come home and you’d been glued to some kid you met at uni. Your first grown up relationship, and it wasn’t with him. The worst part about it was that you hadn’t even told him. He spoke to you on the phone countless times, willing you to bring it up in conversation, practicing having to pretend his mother hadn’t already told him.

You’re standing now, frantic and confused. He stays put, arms now crossed defensively over his chest.

“You never said anything! Dan, what did you expect me to do?” Strangely, you’ve always liked the way he looks down at you when he talks. But now, the eye contact makes you feel sick.

“You never said anything either,”

“I kissed you at the airport! Like an idiot, in front of your family. I kissed you, that said more that you ever did.” You cut him off before he can continue.

He’s still looking at you, but you’ve cast your eyes to the centre of his chest, attention planted on the vague outline of a necklace beneath his t shirt. He takes a step closer towards you, and before you can react, he’s grabbing you by the back of your head to pull you into a hug.

You’re frozen for a second, fearful that any minute now, you would wake up from a horrible dream, and Daniel wouldn’t be standing in your living room. It’s the smell of his cologne, the same one you recommended to him, that pulls you back in and forces you to slide your arms around his waist. He moves his head slightly, and you swear you can hear his heart beat just that little bit faster when he pressed a timid kiss to your temple. You squeeze your arms around him tighter in attempt to spur him on, urging him to please, kiss me again. And he does, slowly becoming more confident with each press of his mouth to your forehead.

“No, I don’t think you’re a bad person.” It’s you who breaks the silence, only now you’re speaking into his neck rather than the air around you. “You’re probably the best person I know, Dan.”

“That can’t be true, have you met our mothers?” It’s lighthearted, a nice change from the tension that has surrounded you for the last hour or so. It has you giggling into him, dragging your hands up and down his back. The longer you stand there, the more he can feel your body sag into him.

“Tired?” You let out an affirmative hum, but make no effort to pull away from him. “You should go to bed.”

“I can’t go to sleep yet.” You say.

“Why’s that?” He laughs.

“Because, you haven’t kissed me yet.” He’s nervous again. When he got in his car, he hadn’t thought about what the outcome of your conversation would be. He imagined that he would mope around a bit, and you would offer a glass of wine and a hug before sending him on his way. Never did he think he would be standing here hearing you ask him to kiss you.

You both pull your heads back at the same time, his hands moving up to grasp your cheeks. There’s a faint smile at the corners of your mouth, and he wishes he could photograph your face in this exact moment and hang it in every room of his house. When the moment arrives, the kiss isn’t what he imagined. When he fantasised about this reunion, he imagined it would be rushed and passionate. Instead, it’s slow and smooth, and he can feel the years of patience seeping through it. He’s the first to pull away, his boyish excitement interrupting the moment.

“I feel like a teenager again.” He’s somewhat embarrassed to admit it, but no kiss he has ever shared with anyone has compared to yours.

“Hopefully, you’ve improved in areas since then.” There’s a teasing smirk on your face, a nod to your past escapades.

“Oh, trust me, I’ve learnt a lot since then.” He’s wiggling his eyebrows at you in a way that is just so him, and if you were slightly younger and perhaps a bit insecure, you imagine the idea of him learning with other women would make you uncomfortable.

You know him and yourself well enough to understand that if this visit had come any earlier in your lives, the outcome could be much different. Now however, you allow yourself to bask in this moment, and in him, without question.

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misc-obeyme · 2 months

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Arsenios's Story: Preview

Since today is Arsenios's birthday, I'm sharing this little snippet from his story that I've been working on. The story still doesn't have a title, but I swear I'll come up with one at some point.

I wanted to share something a little fluffy. I think this is a cute little scene. It's before all the really dramatic stuff happens in the story lol.

Note that this is just a preview and is subject to change in the final draft. As always you can find more information about Arsenios in his profile post.

GN!MC x Arsenios (demon OC)

Warnings: none this is all fluff

A few days later you were in your bed, staring up at the darkened ceiling. Your mind was whirring, your thoughts steadily tumbling over each other. You wanted to rest, to shut your eyes, and sleep. And yet, for some reason, you couldn't.

You sighed. You rolled over in bed and picked up your D.D.D. hoping something there could distract you.

You were going to scroll through Devilgram, but you accidentally opened your contacts instead. You saw Arsenios's name there, new among your list.

Your finger hovered over the send message option. It was late. He was probably asleep, like you should be. And it wasn't like you guys were close enough that you could just text him in the middle of the night.

And yet…

Your mind was a little cloudy from exhaustion, so you went ahead and sent a message anyway. You'd deal with any consequences later.

MC: Hey, are you still awake? Or do you have a normal sleep schedule?

What a dorky thing to say. But you didn't care because you were tired, but couldn't sleep and your brain was not fully functioning. You just needed to talk to someone. Sure, you could have sent a message to any one of the brothers. Actually, you could have just left your room and talked to them in person. Levi was certainly still awake and a good gaming session might even be something that could help. Lucifer might still be awake, too, but you were far more likely to encounter a lecture from him. But for some reason, you didn't want to do any of that.

Your phone vibrated and you nearly dropped it in surprise.

Arsenios: What's sleep? Is that a human thing?

You rolled your eyes. Now you felt a little less like a dork because you were clearly talking to someone who was even more of one than you were.

MC: Ha ha, very funny. So you are awake.

Arsenios: I am now. Did you forget to do your curses and hexes homework for tomorrow? Because if that's why you're texting me, I regret to inform you that I didn't do it either.

MC: No, unlike you I actually care about school. I know better than to think you've done any homework ever.

Arsenios: That's a relief. I wouldn't want to be known for doing homework. So what's up? Everything okay?

You paused for a moment. Was he worried about you? You shook your head. You were being silly.

MC: Nothing, really. I just can't sleep, that's all.

Arsenios: I can do something about that. Hang on.

You read this last message in confusion. You stared at the screen for a moment, not sure how to respond, when it scared you to death by ringing in your hand. Arsenios's name flashed across the screen.

He was calling you?

You swiped to answer because what else could you do?

"Um, hello?" you said.

"Hey," Arsenios said. "Sorry to just call you out of nowhere like that, but I can't help you sleep if you can't hear me."

"What are you talking about?" you asked.

There was the soft strum of guitar strings on the other line.

"Have you already forgotten?" His tone was amused. "I can sing you to sleep."

You stared at the phone for a minute. "What?"

He laughed, a soft rolling sound that sounded like music itself. "My power, remember? If you're having trouble sleeping, it would be easy for me to put a little magic into my song to help you fall asleep. Is that okay?"

Your cheeks heated up and you were glad he couldn't see you. At least he asked this time. You thought about it. It would be nice if you could just sleep right now. "Okay. But if I fall asleep…"

"Don't worry," Arsenios said. "I'll hang up. I won't hear you snoring or talking in your sleep."

"I don't do either of those things!" you said and he laughed again.

"Just get comfortable and tell me when you're ready," he said.

You readjusted yourself so that you were comfortable in your bed, keeping your D.D.D. beside you on the pillow.

"Okay," you said. "I'm ready."

"Sweet dreams, MC," Arsenios said. He started to play the guitar before you could respond. Moments later, he was singing something soft and sweet. You hadn't heard it before, so you figured it was a Devildom song of some kind. It was mellow and quiet. The baritone of his voice easily rising and falling with the notes. It was hard to believe this was the same voice that had been practically growling on stage with the band. Right now it was smooth and gentle, the acoustic hum of the guitar strings mingling perfectly.

Soon enough, your eyes began to drift closed. You felt yourself falling into a restful slumber. It was like you were wrapped up in the song's melody, held close and kept warm. Your dreams were mild and pleasant.

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#listen he's a bit of a dork when he's not being serious and dramatic #he really has multiple sides to him #obey me #obey me oc #obey me x reader #x reader #obey me oc x reader #misc oc arsenios #misc writes #misc queues

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anyaispunk · 1 year

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The Last Time We Met

Pt. 1

Summary: Daniel confesses his feelings, which turns out not the way she would’ve expected.

Word Count: 865

Part 2

Daniel and I have known each other for 2 years. I can confidently say that I’m one of the most important person for him despite the lateness of my arrival in his life.

It was another race weekend. We’ve been through so many Sundays together, but I’ll never forget this one.

He asked me to come to his driver's room early in the morning. It was weird of him. No, it was weird. No one goes to the paddock that early. But seeing that he’s not replying to my texts for explanation, I decided to just go.

As soon as I stand at his door, I can see him sitting nervously at the sofa while bouncing his left foot. I’ve never seen him like this before. He’s always so calm. Even though he’s nervous, angry, or sad he always manages to keep it down. But not this morning.

I stepped into the room and called him,

“Hey…”

He immediately turned his head and walked towards me. He gave me a smile. The one that I’ve never seen before. The one that no one has ever seen before. Later in the future, I realized that smile was only for me.

“Thank you for coming in a short notice. I really need to see you.” he said in a low tone.

“Of course, Dan. No problem. What’s up?”

My heart beat started to quicken. ‘Why does he need to see me this early?’ was my question.

That question was answered a few minutes after that.

He handed me a quite big white box with a white bow.

He told me to,

“Open it.”

I was so confused. Dani is not the type of person that suddenly gives you presents or surprises when there are no special agendas.

“What’s this all about?” I asked.

He rolled his eyes.

“Can’t you just open the box and stop asking?”

I just looked at him dead in the eyes, demanding for some explanation.

He gave me that smile again. Somehow I can feel the meaning behind it. But I’m not sure, I don’t wanna be.

He sighed,

“Everyone knows how hard 3 years ago was for me. People look down at me and I lost a lot of people who I thought were my friends. It was my dark time. And all I could think about back then was ‘this is it, this is where my career ends’. But fortunately, it’s not. I found some new strength. New people that actually care and stay by my side through all the downs. And among all of those people..... There’s you, on the top list.”

Being aware that I’m important for him and hearing him said it out loud is a totally different thing. ‘You’re important to me’ was enough, but ‘There’s you, on the top list’? Is too much for my poor heart that’s been aching his name since day 1.

Where is he going with this?

“I don’t know where or what I’m gonna be if I hadn’t met you. So I won’t let you doubt for even a split second that you’re less important than anyone else in my life. I want you to know that I wouldn’t trade you with anything this world has to offer. Because I love you.”

I was finding words to say but my brain decided to give up for being in too much pressure and shock.

My mouth starts to move but there’s not a single word out.

Dani decided to continue his speech knowing I couldn’t speak at the moment.

“Since last year, I realized there was something missing. Something unfulfilled in me. I woke up everyday thinking that it was because of the race. That I’ve been too long not winning a race. Then Monza happened. I won. But no, I still have that empty feeling.”

He looked down to his feet, smiling.

“Everyone is celebrating since it was a very big deal for me. In the sea of people, I look far into the paddock. There’s this one girl who’s cheering over a phone. I realized she was talking to someone in a video call. And boy, isn’t she the prettiest soul I have ever seen.“

I remembered this. I entered the paddock to stepped away from the crowd. Hoping to find some quieter place to make a phone call. As soon as I pressed ‘FaceTime’ she immediately picked up.

It was me. I was the one that called his parents because I know he will be occupied for the next couple of hours. He was talking about me…

“It was the realization that took me back. She is the one that I’ve been searching for. That’s why the emptiness creeps in whenever I wake up or laying my head at night. Because she isn’t there. I never feel empty whenever I’m with her.”

My mind resisted to think straight. All of the questions, all of the hopes starting to play with my sanity.

“Why are you telling me all of this?” I finally managed to slip out.

He brought his eyes back to mine.

“Because….”

What?

“I’m going to marry that girl.”

A smile started to form on my lips.

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pandoradoesotherstuff · 7 months

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Regrets: Past and Present

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A/N: Gods help me, the Baldur's Gate 3 brain rot is real. 😅😅 this is my first time writing anything for Astarion and it's kinda angsty. Tav "accidentally" snoops through a stack of papers and finds out more about the vampire spawn than they bargained for.

**VERY MILD SPOILERS FOR ASTARION'S BACKSTORY**

Enjoy! 🖤

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Tav hadn't meant to snoop, not really, but when a particularly strong wind blew a stack of ageing parchment papers out from Astarion's tent...what were they meant to do? The vampire spawn had very recently left in search of some kind of furry prey, Tav preferred not to know exactly what, so they knew they had plenty of time to gather them up and replace them before he returned. And, if their eyes happened to glance over some of the words, then so be it. It truly was an "accident" after all.

Tav gathered up the papers as silently as they could, not wanting to awaken any of the others currently at camp. Scratch raised his head for a brief second, but upon seeing that it was his friend, gave a yawn and happily laid back down. Head full of pleasant thoughts of chasing after his ball.

They light a candle in Astarion's tent to give a little more illumination than the dying fire was currently providing. Quietly sitting down on an ornate stool, they begin to look through the sheets and sheets of ageing parchment. Some were older than others, some torn, some crumbled and then smoothed out again, some even had dark stains at the corners. (Tav could take a good guess at what that was). But each and every one was a letter, written in the same extravagant looping script and addressed to the same unknown person.

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VL,

How long has it been since I saw you last? Far too long, as always, is the answer. I can't begin to explain how much my life has changed, my dear, since then. I fear you wouldn't recognise me now. But I must beg of you, my sweet, DO NOT COME LOOKING FOR ME. Cazador is not someone to be underestimated!

My "brother" Petras says that this is pointless, that there is no way this will ever make it into your hands. He's right of course, not that I'll ever tell him that. That's all the fool needs. Still, if I'm to "survive" this new life (if you can even call it that)...Gods, what am I doing??

AA.

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Tav gazed over the words, a million questions running through their mind. Who was this VL, and just how did they know Astarion? Were they still alive or were they long gone like so many others before them? They pick up the next letter, careful not to tear the already fragile parchment, noting that this one seemed to be from later.

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VL,

Once again I brought someone back for my "benevolent master". I've been doing it so long now it ceased to mean anything. The right word at the right time with the right touch and...well...it's all so boring and repetitive.

I know you would not wish to know about that. I wouldn't wish for you to know either.

I wish you to never know what's become of me

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Letter after letter of heartbreak follows, each one filled with rage and hatred at his fate, remorse for all he'd lost and vows for revenge. Tav knew part of Astarion's "origin story", so to speak but the letters, although filled with details, raised more questions than answers.

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VL,

At last I am free. By illithid parasite no less and yet...I am still not truly free. Cazador will do anything to get me back but the part that vexes me most is...I no longer remember who you are. I cannot remember your name nor your voice, I cannot remember my eye colour or yours. Were we lovers, siblings, long lost acquaintances? I no longer know. It's just another thing that's been robbed of me.

Maybe it's time to stop writing at last...

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Just as Tav reads the last words the hair on the back of their neck stands up, they're being watched. There's no one immediately noticeable but just along the tree line at the edge of camp Tav notices the bright ruby eyes of a vampire spawn staring back.

Shit.

They quickly sit the stack down and blow out the candle. There was no way Astarion didn't know what Tav had been doing. They think about hastily going over and apologising but the tadpole squirms behind their eye almost like a warning. No words are spoken between them only the feeling that this was not a over but instead a conversation for a more appropriate, private, time.

"Fuck".

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sparkle9510 · 2 years

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Baby Robins and Tiny Ladybugs Ch. 4

I live! It's been over 2 years since I last updated, and I am so sorry for that! It's been a rollercoaster ^^; Writers block, college, internships, graduation, you name it. I hope you guys enjoy this! -------------------------------------- First Prev Next “If she causes you problems, let me know,” Marinette warned him. “She doesn’t hurt my friends and gets away with it.”

“Thanks Marinette! From now on, we’ll have each other’s backs,” Adrien smiled. “I guess that makes us partners huh?”

“I guess that does,” she agreed, smirking and holding her fist up. “Partners?”

“Partners.”

“Pound it!”

—

A pause settled into the air for a minute or two as both of their brains short circuited. It had made the connection of the all too familiar gesture.

“...Mon chaton?” Marinette hesitantly asked.

She studied Adrien’s face, which had an unreadable gaze. Was this a mistake? Was she going to out herself to a civilian, one she has a crush on? How was this going to affect their relationship? She’s going to have to go on the run. Make herself a new identity. That wasn’t going to be hard right? Maybe-

“...Our everyday Ladybug inside and out of the mask,” Adrien finally settled on, “and I would not have it any other way. My lady, I am glad we got to reunite outside the mask. Like in Cinderella, I’ve found my purrincess.”

Marinette felt heat flow up to her cheeks. Imagine that. Her prince in shining leather, next to her, all this time. Then the last thing he said registered.

“... Chaton, out of all the times to pun, it had to be now?”

“My lady, if not now then when ever? Get used to it cause this cat is armed and loaded. If you don’t like it, I guess you’d better put me under Agreste.”

*groan* “Adrien, that was the lamest thing I’ve heard yet.”

—

“Hey Mari!” Alya called out to her once Marinette stepped into the classroom. “Where were you Sunday? We were waiting for you girl!”

“Sunday?” Marinette tilted her head to the side slightly. “Was there a hangout or something?”

“We had a class picnic, remember?,” Mylene informed her, “you promised to bring some pastries from the bakery, but you never showed.”

“Wait, what?” Marinette was stunned, “what-”

“Marinette,” Lila cooed, “if you weren’t going to be able to make it, you should’ve at least given us a head’s up. We would’ve been able to find an alternative. In fact, I know a patissiere that would’ve been able to help if we gave them an early notice.”

Marinette was stunned and a bit hurt. What ploy was this? Looks like everyone knew about it but her. Well, almost everyone. Adrien would’ve told her.

After the reveal, she felt that their bond was closer than ever. Now, she had someone to talk to, to relate to, about having two lives. He wasn’t just her best friend in the mask, but outside too. They chatted a lot more, especially through text and video calls. She no longer stuttered around him, and he opened himself more to her as she did to him. So, it goes without saying that whatever happens, they would let each other know.

“Marinette,” Lila pouted, “I know we haven’t gotten along well, but I didn’t think you would flake out on us. I- I’m sorry if I caused you some ill will…”

Tears began pooling under her eye and she started to sniffle. Marinette’s anger began to grow. It was the same thing over and over again. When will she quit?

“Lila-” Marinette began before stopping herself.”Funny, I wouldn't do that. I didn’t even know about it in the first place. So, how was I supposed to make baked goods if I wasn’t even aware?”

“But Lila said she texted you,” Nino chirped in.

“Yeah, Lila volunteered to let you know and was the one who told us you agreed,” Kim continued, both him and Nino looked at Marinette with a skeptical look on their faces.

Marinette bit her lips. The room felt big yet suffocating at the same time. How could she prove herself to people that didn’t give her the light of day?

“Where was my invitation?”

Everyone turned over to look at Adrien who stood at the doorway. He walked over to Marinette, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Unlike his usual smile, he was giving the class a stern look.

“Why wasn’t I told of the picnic too?” Adrien pressed on.

“Adrien,” Lila plastered on a sympathetic smile, “you were busy with a photoshoot yesterday, so we didn’t want to bother you. Your dad told me how important it was. That’s why I didn’t message you, but I did message Marinette about it. I don’t know why she’s lying and trying to make me look like the bad guy.”

Tears began welling up again.

“And I’m telling you,” Marinette butted in, “I never received any text.” “But you did,” Lila insisted, “see?”

Lila pulls out her phone and unlocked it, sharing her screen with the class. There, shown, are the messages “Marinette” had sent, agreeing to it.

“Girl,” Alya peered onto it, “the pics don’t lie. If you were too busy or got held up, you should’ve said something, not pretend not to receive anything. We would’ve totally understood.”

“I-” Marinette began once again, trying to defend herself, but the bell rang, signaling the start of class.

Sighing, she walked to her seat and got her tablet out, ready for class. Alya gave her a pat on the shoulders, but Marinette didn’t feel any better. Looking around, she saw a few disappointed looks pointed her way along with Lila’s smug one. She couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip as she forced herself to focus in class, forgetting everything else around her.

—

Unfortunately it got worse from there. More forgotten invites, some accusations which included her allegedly saying things here and there whether it be insults or creating rumors, and even “evidence” of her bullying Lila. Between those lies, Lila made sure to point out the moments where Marinette really did have to flake out or was being impulsive. Her little comments festered until those around her began to harbor resenting feelings.

It frustrated Marinette that Lila’s promise seemed to be working and her friends were distancing themselves more by the day. While they were still friends, she noticed them having less patience with her, making more snide remarks, and gave her less invites to hangouts. Though that wasn’t the only thing that was happening…

*splash*

Bringing her hands up, Marinette wiped away the paint that dropped on her. Her classmates began to prank her with the encouragement of Lila. She spewed how it would help them all bond closer, especially mend their friendship (as if there was one in the first place). It started small that she paid no mind, but it became more daring recently.

Marinette grimaces as she surveyed the damages. Luckily the paint wasn’t going to permanently stain her outfit, but it was definitely going to be a pain in the ass to get rid of.

“Oh dear,” Lila cooed apologetically, “it seems there was a mishap. I thought I was carrying a bucket of water I got from the art room, but it was paint by mistake. My bad.”

“Mari!” Adrien quickly walked up to help Marinette, frowning at Lila. “Lila, this is going too far. This ends now.”

He placed the bucket upright before surveying the extent of the mess. Marinette watched a few emotions go through his face before he looked resigned but resolute. He placed an arm around her and turned her towards the door, gently pushing her towards it.

“Now Adrien, don’t be silly,” Lila chuckled. “We meant no harm! It was just a joke! We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yeah, take it easy sunshine,” Alya went up to pat Adrien’s shoulder. “You know tensions have been rising between the two. Maybe a good laugh will help the two get along.”

But I’m not laughing…

Marinette sighed, giving up. It’s been months at this point of her trying to clear things up with Alya, but she’s stubborn. In other cases, Marinette could give her some respect for it cause she’s not as easily swayed. However, it was also a con cause once her mind’s made up, it’s hard to deter her from her conclusions.

“Babe, my bro’s right. Even with the water, it would’ve been harsh.”

Everyone turned towards Nino who had voiced this. Kim stood next to him nodding as well. They moved through the crowd until they stood besides Adrien and Marinette.

“Nino?” Alya called, confused.

“Alya,” Nino looked disappointed. “This is getting closer to bullying. I’m not gonna stand there and watch my friend get hurt.”

“Come on guys,” Kim continued. “Think about this. Whether paint or water, it’ll ruin Mari’s clothes. We all know she makes her own outfits and it can get ruined with this. Think of all the effort she puts into making them.”

“Nino, Kim,” Lila feigned hurt. “Do you guys really think I’m a bully? When it was Marinette that was mean to me from the very start?”

She started sniffling, placing one hand over her nose and mouth.

Here comes the waterworks. Marinette gave Adrien her biggest done face. He seemed to share it too, albeit more subtle.

“Maybe I do,” Nino stated.

“Nino!” Alya was growing more visibly upset.

“I’ve known Mari since école,” Nino argued. “No matter how she felt, she has always helped others. She would never do the things Lila claims. Lila, on the other hand, only got to know and from the actions I’ve seen? Hasn’t earned my complete trust. So, yeah I’ll believe Marinette and side with her over Lila any time.”

“What Nino said,” Kim smiled, turning towards Marinette. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Ignoring the class who began comforting Lila once she began full on “crying”, the quartet left. They came across Mrs. Bustier, informing her that they were going to Marinette’s to get a change of clothes before coming back. However, there were no guarantees as to when.

“Thanks guys,” Marinette smiled, “I appreciate the support.”

“Of course!” Nino replied, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “We’ve been through thick and thin. We know you’re not what Lila paints you to be. Which is why…uh… Sorry for not believing you before, when you tried warning me and Alya.”

“Yeah,” Kim laughed nervously, “we started noticing some of the things she said were too good to be true. Not only that, but her trying to expel you and framing you for thief wasn’t cool. We should’ve noticed it way earlier though, sorry Mari.”

“It did hurt at first that my friends believed that I was such a bad person,” Marinette admitted, earning a wince from the two, “but I accept your apologies. Thanks for realizing the truth and standing up for me.”

“I’m glad Princess,” Adrien chimed in from the side. “Now you have more people in your corner. I guess this kitty will have to learn how to share.”

“Yeah, but don’t worry, you’ll always be my favorite.” She quipped.

“Of course, this stray cat isn't going anywhere. Now let’s go, you’ve been drenched in paint long enough!”

“You just want to take some of the pastries.”

Adrien and Marinette teased each other relentlessly much to the bewildered Nino and Kim. This was the first time seeing Marinette interacting with Adrien without stuttering or being more clumsy than usual.

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HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT A HEART | OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: Four hours. That's how long it's been since order 66 was executed. Four hours since you witnessed the murder of the younglings, there high-pitched screams on a constant loop inside your broken mind. Four hours since you've fought Anakin, or what has taken his place. Four hours since the place you once called home was turned into a graveyard, the lifeless bodies of your family painting red on the pristine white walls where you grew up. Four hours. That's all it takes for the person you once were to wither away inside you, leaving nothing but a hollow shell of what you once were.

Warnings: ANGST, really that's all there is, gender-neutral reader, a pinch of fluff (i think), sad obi :/, f/n = fake name, violence, child murder, betrayal, death, give my man obi-wan a break. WC: 2277

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The hotel. It's quiet and unpopulated, a perfect place to lay low. The hushed and dull foreign land couldn't provide better cover for two fugitives.

The ride to the hotel was filled with silence and not the comfortable kind either. On the contrary, it was solemn and desolate, filled with nothing but pent-up despair.

The last four hours have been incomparable to anything you've ever experienced in your life and by far the most traumatic. It trumped believing Obi-Wan was dead, Ashoka leaving the order, the people of Coruscant conjecturing you a murderer, and the Council almost expelling you from the order. This, by far, was much, much worse.

The pain and agony you've felt through the Force for the past four hours has subsided to a buzz of emptiness and defeat. The light you were connected to that you fought with and for was reduced to a dull hum. Today was a day of failure, and you can't find it in your heart to disagree with it.

Order 66.

The younglings.

Anakin.

Padme.

That's what took root in your mind, rotting away at it like a parasite. You had been watching over the younglings at the request of Master Yoda as they trained. You took that time to meditate, as you always did. Today started no different from any other.

At first, you sensed it in the Force. The overwhelming tyrannizing feeling that made you feel small and insignificant overtook the purified light that filled the Temple. It was like a gas, poisoning everything in its path and filling it, claiming it as its own. You felt death. It hung over your heart like a dark cloud as it continued onwards to every crevice of the place. Then, you heard it, the sound of blaster shots bouncing off the walls.

You felt the oppressing weight of the dark side draw near, and you broke out of your meditative state in an instant. The younglings watched you, their eyes were drawn together, and you could feel the fear emanating from them. They looked up at you as someone much wiser than them to help them and guide them through the surge of dark energy flowing around the Temple. They trusted you. They trusted you with their lives.

The rest of the events remain choppy in your brain, almost like it's fervently trying to suppress such a traumatic event to keep you sane.

Anakin wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to bring the clones that you've grown to accept into your family. The same soldiers you had been off-world not even two weeks ago.

They trusted you.

You fought Anakin, your brother, the only man besides Obi-Wan you would call family. You two caused trouble everywhere you roamed, disappointing the Council in the process, but you didn't care as long as you were together. The blade you once crossed in training was now swinging at you with renewed intent to kill.

You bore witness to the children's screams, their ear-splitting cries for help as they were relentlessly slaughtered. With each calculated shot, you felt their life force snuffed out within seconds. You heard their small bodies fall limp onto the once pristine tile, now covered in crimson liquid spilling from their lifeless bodies, their eyes glassy, reflecting their home's intricately crafted marble ceiling.

You and Anakin dueled, your lightsabers clashing together. The whirls of the bright lights making contact, and the thrumming of the deadly blade, filled your ears like a symphony of cruelty. You should have known you could never beat Anakin in a duel where he was filled with the intent only Sith deal in, something that shook your very being.

Your limbs grew weary from the prolonged fight. Anakin's constant barrage of attacks weighing on you much heavier than you would care to admit. You felt it before you saw it. The feeling of your flesh being boiled from the blow he had dealt you was enough for the pain to cloud your vision, filling your head with an unfamiliar buzz. Your abdomen was scorched straight across, with blood pouring from the wound. The flesh burned as it was met with the polluted air, causing the agony to intensify tenfold. Finally, the pain had caused you to black out entirely.

You were found by Obi-Wan and Master Yoda sometime later, lying in a pool of your own blood. When he awoke you from your unconsciousness, you engulfed Obi-Wan in a hug, desperate for contact after all you and he had witnessed. Your hands clawed at his robes, desperately savoring the warmth and light surrounding you. Master Yoda didn't seem the least surprised, and you were thankful that he had neglected to ask questions about you and him.

Obi-Wan tended to your wounds, placing Bacta Pads across your stomach before wrapping it in gauze. As he did so, he explained the situation to you. You listened, remaining detached from your emotions as he spoke. He left thirty minutes later for Mustafar.

An hour after Order 66, Padme died in childbirth. You were with her, holding her hand as she pushed out twins, her screams of pain ringing in your ears. She used the last of her breath to announce the names of the children, Luke and Leia. Then, her hand, which once gripped yours for dear life, slackened. The once vibrant life force that filled with so much light and love was gone a second later, leaving only a corpse behind. She was gone.

"We're here," Obi-Wan spoke, his voice lacking its usual warmth, prying your mind away from earlier events. He was just as tired and empty as you, having to keep his emotions tight to his chest while Padme died, while Yoda spoke to him of his new purpose, waiting until you two were alone. Where he could open up his heart and express the building agony in it to you. Somewhere where no one could hear or see the great General Kenobi be reduced to nothing more than a man. It was heartbreaking to watch him unravel many times before in the confinement of your apartment, a place where he knew he was safe and at home. But if you asked him, he would say that it was never the place but you that he was most at home with. You are where his heart lies, where he felt like he could be the most authentic version of himself. Not a general, not a Jedi Knight or a Council Member, but just Obi-Wan Kenobi, a man who felt like he was nothing more than a Padawan, stumbling through life with way too many responsibilities placed on his aching shoulders.

Now, with his entire life stolen from him by a man he regarded as a brother, Obi-Wan felt lost for the first time in his life, drifting through the cosmos without a definite purpose for moving forward. The Jedi, the order, as much as it was yours, was his entire life. He knew not of anything else, of being free from the chains the code had placed around his neck. But, with that same chain being severed, the freedom that was once a fantasy is now a reality.

Obi-Wan helped you off the ship and onto the foreign planet to the hotel Senator Organa had put in place for you until you could make it to Tatooine. He also brought Luke to Tatooine for you, insisting that you and he needed a few days to recover. You didn't argue; you followed his instructions like a good Jedi.

Jedi.

That title had been stripped from you the moment Anakin betrayed the ideals he was raised upon.

You made it to the hotel, got your key, and trekked in silence to your shared room. The bedroom was small, with only a single bed to occupy it. The windows looked out into the dreary city, the occasional neon signs flickering.

This place wasn't home. Home was the crowded city of Coruscant, with the constant droning of speeders, the lights that sparkle like glitter in the sun, and the tall buildings that gave the city so much dimension and life. It was nothing like the Temple. But the Temple was gone as well as everyone else who inhabited it, and although you would have remained there to capture a piece of what you once knew, it was unwise and unsafe to do so. The Empire, as they called themselves, have started to lead a galaxy-wide manhunt for every remaining Jedi, with Obi-Wan plastered on the front of it. Luckily for you, they must have assumed you were dead because there was no demand for your arrest. Despite that, you couldn't live as you once did. You died that hour the command was given, and in its place, something that wasn't entirely you took its place, reining over your body with a new name, identity, and persona. Any trace of Y/N was wiped away, leaving F/N to take its place.

The carpet was battered from constant use, the harsh surface cruel to your feet. The beige paint remained intact on the walls but was covered in scruff marks and a lousy paint job. The first thing you did upon entering was scour the room for listening or recording devices. You moved silently through the space, your robes swishing as you moved past each other. When he deemed the room clear, you sat down on the bed.

You and Obi-Wan had brought nothing along except for what was secured to your person, yet another cruel reminder of the Jedi code. He collapsed onto the bed next to you; it squeaked and groaned in protest.

You weren't sure what came next. You had kept your emotions on such a tight leash for the past four hours that you weren't entirely sure what to do now.

"I'm sorry," his voice was barely above a whisper as it cracked. You could sense the suffering ripping away at Obi-Wan's mind, the guilt and regret tearing it apart like child's play. You could physically feel his anguish as if it was your own in your chest, causing your heart to ache further. "It's my fault."

"It's not-" you swallowed the lump in your throat. "It's not your fault Obi-Wan."

His cry is a soft, broken thing- clawing its way out of his throat, escaping the clenched teeth that attempt to cage such emotion from spilling. A few seconds later, his next cry came in much the same way. You wrap your arms around him, and it seems to break the dam holding his tears at bay. He collapses within your arms, his sobs ripping from his throat. The emotion of guilt fills the room to its entirety, and you feel tears of your own prick in your eyes.

"I couldn't save them," your voice teeters on the edge of collapse, and in response, Obi-Wan dips his head further into your shoulder. You hear his voice, smooth and patient, coated in his high Corocanti accent in your mind. It echoed through the walls of your brain, leaving a gentle reminder of his signature behind.

You did the best you could.

It's not your fault.

Don't blame yourself.

"You should take your own advice." You laugh, although your laughter lacks any humor as you descend into soft cries of your own. A broken little sound of laughter from Obi-Wan drifts into your ears. It's muffled by your bloody robes, and your heart twists in your chest. It is heartbreaking to see Obi-Wan be reduced to nothing more than a man, with so much pent-up sadness and regret that it would break any man, no less a Jedi. But Obi-Wan wasn't any man. That was proved when he watched the footage of Anakin telling the clones to fire upon children, even slaughtering some amidst your battle.

He still believed he could save Anakin from the darkness that clouded over his mind.

But now, after leaving the person he once called family to die, he was left with the feeling of failure twisting in his chest.

You and Obi-Wan remained in that position for what felt like hours, silently comforting each other while your signatures wrapped like tendrils around each other's minds, soothing the other in the most intimate way possible.

Together, you two would remain as you started your new lives in these uncharted territories, far away from the place you once called home. You knew this journey would be difficult and would take more of a toll on you than the war, but as long as the former Master Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi held you in his arms so tenderly, it made you weak in your knees, that for the first time in what seems like an eternity, you would get through this.

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