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bratphilia · 6 months

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grasp (w. afton x reader)

request: "I don’t really have a coherent story (just some thots) but i’d kill for some sort of smuttyyy ficlet that has the reader who is very short as in 4 foot 10 and has petite features (just like me 😵‍💫) being picked up and slung over Matthew Lillard!William Afton’s shoulder 🥴🥴 Include reader being scared and trying to wriggle free??? (due to her seeing or knowing something she shouldn’t have about Raglan) and some name-calling like ‘little one’, ‘good girl’ & ‘atta girl’ 🤤 - 🧸"

note: hi nonniebear!! i'm sorry if this fic is a little rushed but i tried to stay true to what you requested! hope you enjoy and feel free to keep sending in more ideas :)

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: bondage, praise kink, fingering, squirting, begging

fuck. you're really in for it now.

this yellowish, decaying rabbit stalks towards you, and there are four, sentient and bloodthirsty animatronics behind you.

you're stuck.

even worse, the rabbit came from the entrance, so if you were to try to make your escape that way there was a likelihood of you running into his knife.

"please," you find yourself pleading. "please don't kill me."

the rabbit laughs menacingly and bends down to your level. "how about this? i'll give you a head start."

without any further questions you bolt through the maze of halls and towards the office. you crouch down in front of the vent the rabbit was referring to and unscrew the bolts barricading it. thank god you're small enough to fit in the vents. this might actually work.

then you hear unmistakeable, thumping footsteps coming towards you.

it only hurries your actions. your heart rate rapidly increases. the screws are so aged with rust that it's hard to—

the door opens with a loud thud. you scream at the noise, and again when you're being lifted off the ground. it's the yellow rabbit.

it slings you over its shoulder with unmatched strength. you wail incoherent words and pleas as you pound the back of the suit with balled fists.

"help me!" you scream out to no one. "somebody help!"

the rabbit wordlessly carries you down the hall, to one of the locked doors you dared not to venture into during your shifts. it carried you down a couple stairs and then set you on a dentist-office-style chair.

at this point tears are rolling down your face. eyes are shut in fear of looking your captor in the eyes. uncontrollable sobs escape your mouth, praying that these aren't your final moments. then the rabbit wraps both hands (paws?) around your wrists and holds them to the arm handles so that restraints can bolt around them.

"oh, save it," he says, clearly annoyed with your crying. "i've heard it all before, you don't deserve to die, and all that."

your eyes shoot open. the rabbit's voice no longer sounds robotic and you realize you actually recognize it.

in a very dramatic fashion, it's steve raglan. your career counsellor, a.k.a the man who got you this job in the first place.

he almost looks ridiculous in the rabbit suit, which admittedly doesn't add much to his already sizeable frame, but you can't find the humor in the situation in which you could be seconds away from dying in.

"why?" you find yourself asking, suddenly more curious than hysteric. "why give me this job if you were just going to kill me in the end?"

"because you got a little too close to the truth, and for some reason, those brats up there were unable to take care of the job themselves," he snarls resentfully. he must be referencing the animatronics. it makes sense now— the kids in the drawings with the yellow rabbit on the wall.

"it was you. you killed those kids."

steve gives you a horrible smile. one that almost makes you weak, with that dimple you recognize from many conversations in his office. "you finally figured it out."

he walks behind you, shuffling around in the suit, and you crane your neck around to see him taking it off. he's wearing a white tee and dark purple slacks. he's not particularly muscular, but not thin either. it's a build specific to middle aged men. you hate to admit it, but your face flushes when you notice how large his hands are.

he catches you looking at him and smiles, cocking his head curiously. "see something you like, little night guard?" instantly you whip your head back around. your head is at a moral war with itself, with you being disappointed in yourself that you were actually checking out a child serial killer.

but steve doesn't leave it alone. once he abandons the suit, he swiftly strides over you. he places both hands on your restraints, caging you in. you shrink into yourself.

"i think," he says lowly, "i might have a different use for you, little one. one that we can both enjoy."

you swallow, not saying anything. steve reaches a hand up to slide down your face then cup your jaw. his hands are cold to the touch and it sends shivers down your spine.

you find your voice. "don't touch me."

"don't touch you? are you sure?" he says cockily and you can only glare at him in response.

"what if i just..." he trails off, sliding the hands on his face down your neck, your chest, abdomen, and eventually your core. he presses his hand there hard, making you jolt upwards and whimper. "so you don't want me to touch you, is what i'm hearing?"

fuck. this undeniably hot serial killer has you at his disposal and you can't help but feel turned on. if you're going to die, and your chances really aren't looking good for you, maybe you should just...

"please," you murmur, closing your legs so they trap his hand there.

"please, what?"

you swallow. "please fuck me."

"'atta girl." he grins from ear to ear. "y'know, all that begging you did earlier really did a number on me, but i must say i love this change of heart."

steve starts to undo the buttons of your slacks and begins to pull them down, leaving you bare in your underwear. it's at this point you realize how wet you are, and you try to relieve the tension in your core by squeezing your thighs together but he grabs your legs and presses them to your stomach. you're just so malleable to him.

he tugs off your panties and discards them mindlessly. "look at that," he marvels at your bare skin, "so pretty, little one."

you squirm against the restraints a little. at this point the anticipation will kill you faster than he will. you wish he would just touch you already, but you had to admit all his praises were only adding to your arousal.

steve decides to sit a little further down the chair and wordlessly plunges a finger inside your pussy. he goes deliberately slow, clearly gaging your reaction. "fuck," you mutter, and it takes all your strength to not buck your hips into his movements.

"you need this, don't you, sweet girl?" he muses, stopping the thrusting of his fingers, but still keeping them inside. "tell me."

"please, please, please..." tears coat your lashes from all the teasing. "'need it so bad."

he gives you a kind smile, one you haven't seen since you were back in his office. "good girls get what they ask for. "

steve slides in a second finger and begins to pump faster. it's an improvement but you find yourself needing more. you buck your hips up hoping he would get the message and he simply laughs lowly as he adds a third finger into the mix.

his pace gets progressively faster over time to your delight. the noises coming from your center is absolutely obscene. you can feel your juices dripping down onto the seat.

"ah — ah!" you cry out, feeling your orgasm nearing. "i'm coming — please, slow down—"

you squeeze your eyes shut. all the sudden the chair is abnormally wetter than you would have expected and— oh.

your face burns bright red. "i-i'm sorry..."

he's shocked, mouth agape and eyes slightly widened. then a wolfish grin spreads across his face. "don't you dare apologize, little one, let's try that again."

#william afton #steve raglan #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf smut #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf x reader

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btsvt-bar · 1 month

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dom!hoshi whos very keen on fucking you, youre tired of begging, jealousy also (if youre okay)

anon you sent just the right thing… i love dom hoshi 😮‍💨 I feel like i added a bunch of stuff for my own sake soooo… i hope you like it! ♡

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dom!hoshi who gets jealous as fuck seeing you laughing hard at every single thing seokmin says during the monthly meeting.

dom!hoshi who wraps an arm around your shoulders just to reassure himself you are his.

dom!hoshi who stays silent the whole ride home, making you finally realize something is wrong.

dom!hoshi who’s all over you the second the door of your shared apartment is closed, pressing you against the wall and kissing you harshly.

dom!hoshi who takes his sweet time teasing you, just because he can. he manhandles you, throws you on the couch, and kisses up your legs while circling your clit over your wet panties.

dom!hoshi who fingers you slowly and torturously, refusing to properly touch your clit no matter how much you whine and pull his hair.

dom!hoshi who decides to give you a treat for your beautiful moans of his name and eats you out like you’re his last meal.

he makes you cum and keeps fingering you through your high. you start to feel a bit overstimulated, but he keeps going until he draws out more of your slick.

dom!hoshi who jerks himself off because he feels too hot and wants to fuck you, but he still has some lessons to teach you.

you reach out to help him, but he doesn’t let you touch him, as a punishment for being too friendly with one of his best friends.

dom!hoshi who makes you touch yourself for him, despite of your pleas for him to be inside you.

dom!hoshi who "you had me watch you give attention to another man for hours… you can and will wait until i feel like fucking you."

dom!hoshi who breaks after the first few tears fall from your eyes.

you feel way too wet, and already tired of orgasming, even if they weren’t satisfying enough. you needed hoshi to wreck you. and when you start crying out of frustration, he goes absolutely feral.

dom!hoshi who fucks you from behind, slipping in so easily because of how wet you are. he holds your waist harshly, in an almost bruising manner.

your heart thumps loudly in your chest and you moan just the way you know he likes. after a while, he pulls you up and holds you by your tits, playing with your neglected nipples while grunting in your ear.

dom!hoshi who picks up the rhythm when he feels you clenching around him. "is my baby going to cum again?" and when you nod, he circles your clit to help you. "cum for me, my love. i need to feel you on my dick."

dom!hoshi who paints your inner walls white as soon as you reach your high, not being able to handle the way you clenched around him.

dom!hoshi who feeds you a bit of your mixed juices, smiling when you open your mouth keenly.

dom!hoshi who’s on top of you again, not needing a lot of time before being ready to go for another round.

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read next: hurts so good (mean husband!mingyu)

#hoshi smut #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #hoshi drabble #anon request #my works #hoshi x reader #dom!hoshi

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lesbianlores · 8 months

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Quick drabble

Parings: shuriri x reader

Contains: Strap! riri, major overstimulation, praise, punishment, aftercare.

A/N: Little gift for my night owls 🫶🏾 (Shuri doesn’t do much here but watch)

After cumming for the 3rd time tonight Riri still hasn’t came to a halt with her harsh trusts, your hips were bruised and face stained with tears. Shuri watched from a distance in the corner of the room as Ri angrily pounds into your pussy, holding your legs up and far apart from the back of your thighs biting hard on your neck, hard enough to slightly draw blood.

You turn your head towards Shuri with a look on your face that says “Please help.” and a hand reaching out as you call her name.

“Shuri, Shuri!” You cry but Ri quiets your pleading with a hand to your mouth as you grip on her arm as some sort of support. This is hell for you, makes you regret purposefully flirting with that girl at the party just to spite them over a rumor that was spread by press.

Had you handled this maturely by confronting them in the first place instead of believing pathetic people over the internet looking for drama you wouldn’t be here.

“Don’t call for her, she won’t help you. You did this to yourself mama, now take it like a big girl.” She sarcastically motivated you with a cocky smirk on her face, you can tell Shuri felt guilty. She was always more gentle with you during punishments, that’s why they agreed to leave the punishing to Riri. But this is getting out of hand, your eyes and cunt are red from this torture that has gone on for hours.

You cant take anymore, your head is spinning as you cum once again. The safe word is right at the tip of your tongue until you hear Shuri’s voice.

“Riri, I think that’s enough. She looks like she’s about to pass out.” Shuri says getting up to take a closer look at you.

Riri on the other hand can’t even think straight, the volume of her rage overpowers anything else she didn’t even hear what Shuri said. As Shuri predicted your body is slowing becoming limp, too weak to mutter a word as your head glides back, you feel like your body is powering off like a dead phone.

“Ri that’s enough!” Shuri forcefully pushed her back by the arm, your breathing hard as if you just came from a body of water trying to catch your breath. Cum still oozing from your fucked out pussy while you hover your hand over it in pain.

“Shit.” Ri says out of breath.

“Damn, almost killed the girl.” Shuri laughed, getting a chuckle out of the both of you.

“Im sorry ma, cmer let us clean up this mess.” Ri said carefully scoping you off the bed while Shuri starts a bath. “You took it so well f’me, I should’ve went that hard. I’m sorry baby.” she said with sympathy.

“It’s okay my love, I’m sorry for trying to make the two of you jealous. That wasn’t the smartest thing to do.” You said through a crack of your voice with a faint smile, accepting the small peck on your lips Shuri offered before slowly helping Riri with lowering you into the tub.

A/N: I have actual fics in line for uploading guys, please be patient with me 😩.

#riri black panther #riri williams imagine #shuri udaku #shuriri x reader #riri smut #riri wiliams x reader #shuriri smut #shuriri #riri x y/n #riri x f!reader

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velvetmud · 1 year

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Joel getting pegged?

oh yeah oh yeah he needs dis

warning(s): smut 18+ sub baby boy joel

the itching and craving wouldn’t go away.

not even three orgasms and a long nap later, both sticky and wet with sweat. limbs dead limp from the workout. joel might not be getting any younger, but he’s not letting that be any excuse not to give it to her good while he still can.

his eyes slowly drooped open and closed several times before fully waking up. the sight of her naked back pressed up against him nearly has his dick twitching with interest yet again. her face is still buried in the pillow she was screaming and drooling in just hours earlier. a stubborn hand is pressing against his chest. even in her slumber, not allowing him to move anywhere without her. she was extra rowdy today, begging for round after round, fucking on his dick every which way before begging him to take the lead at the very end.

and joel couldn’t stop wondering what all of that felt like, being on her end during the act.

completely at another’s mercy, bouncing forward with each and every thrust. deliciously filled up like filling in a pie. the sounds coming out are downright pathetic, all the whining and the crying. joel was more than happy being the one to draw those sounds out of her like that, but for him to be the one to get fucked that dumb, to be stripped of all his power and get his ass pounded into the mattress like a whore… would end him. and his dick. for eternity.

joel was never a prude or a square. he wasn’t afraid to stick a finger or two in his ass to up the tension when all’s he had was his own hands to work with. he felt how tight the ring of muscle was, knew it wouldn’t be exactly a picnic to train himself to take some more. but just imagining that when it starts to feel good, having more thrusting inside at better angles to hit all of his favorite spots, it’s worth it.

absentmindedly, his fingers soft as a feather as he began trailing down her spine. joel enjoys waking her up soft and slow, especially after all the pounding she’d taken directly from him today. once he hears her sigh and feels her stir up against him, he trails down further and further until he reached the cum that had settled between her lips from their last time. the squish made her chuckle while he groaned as if it hurt.

“sleep good, sweetheart?”

his face is in her neck while his fingers continue to play, creating a bigger mess beneath them.

“the best. but you’re already looking to start some more trouble, aren’t you?” she teased, backing up and giving him even better access. he couldn’t help himself but smile at that. cause she really has no idea.

“you still have some of those toys you’d use when I’m away, don’t you?”

her little fingers start to do some playing of their own in his salt and pepper hair, humming a soft yes, of course.

“mm. and lube?”

“what’re you thinking about, mister naughty boy?” she turns around to face him, closing the gap between their lips. it’s so easy to get distracted on her again.

“okay, but’cha gotta hear me out first, baby. don’t want you doin’ something or agreeing to something just to make me happy. want you to want it too,” he prefaces. she can see the gears grinding in his head, much too hard for her liking.

“you were just playing with your cum that was still inside me. pretty sure you know by now I’m not getting scared off.”

joel laughed at that, bringing her lips back to his again. saving himself another moment to muster up the courage.

“I know you know how to fuck, seen it with the way you move. so what if you brought one of them things out, lubed me up, pinned me down—“

she moves much too quickly for someone that appeared delirious moments ago, thighs on his chest and hair dangling down in his face.

“you want me to fuck you, miller?”

and without a doubt joel is hard. again.

he gulps, wide eyed. pulse skyrocketing as he summoned the bravery to nod. she doesn’t budge, a sudden pinch her brows like she’s annoyed.

“I’m gonna need a firm answer to even consider starting—“

fuck.</I> just fucking take him already.

”yes, yes baby, please. I-I want you to fuck me.”

all he can do is stay trapped under her thighs and marvel at the subtle slick still dripping down out of her, smearing onto his stomach.

joel’s rewarded with a kiss, tongue mashing against his while he fights not to cum just from the excitement. “that’s my boy. well you’re in luck, ‘cause I also have a strap,” she reveals, climbing off of him to retrieve her bag of goodies. “come pick which size you want.”

joel is beaming and joel is skittish but mostly, joel feels alive.

prep wasn’t for the weak.

she made it crystal clear he needed to communicate when it felt like too much. she has him pinned to the bed, similar to before except the roles are reversed (literally). his dick aches while it’s trapped between his stomach and the sheets. he hugs onto the pillow his face is buried in for dear life. still gets shy at times but still refuses to hold back, ass out on full display. only for her.

the cherry lube she had stocked is freezing to the touch at first. and a slimy kind of wet. little to nothing like what comes out of her pussy when she gets nice and ready for him. her delicate finger takes time circling his entrance with a generous glob of it.

“go in,” he pleads, a desperate impatience hiding in his tone.

her other palm settles on his cheek to spread him open wider. rubbing the soft ring of muscle left and right with the added lubrication, he exhales harsh as she dips the tip of a finger inside. not before long, she’s down to the knuckle.

“tell me what it feels like, baby.”

joel isn’t confident in his speech right now, but she’s making it so good for him, he needed to let her know.

the groan is muffled from the pillow, so he briefly moves his mouth away so she could hear him. “that’s it, yeah, y-you can go in s’more. if you want.”

the submissive side of him he doesn’t always let free has come out to play, and there’s nothing that’s stopping it now.

“good boy. you’re gorgeous like this, I hope you know.”

she knows it’s probably time for another finger when he began fucking back and forth for her. there’s no punishment this time, but in the future she already sees him being a bratty pain when he inevitably asks her to fuck him again.

her second finger goes in nice and easy, lube adding a great deal of slick between his plump cheeks. scissors them apart again and again, stretching him open to accommodate the size dildo he chose. first time getting fucked and he’s already a size queen, picking a healthy six inch that wasn’t too light in girth, either. it also glows in the dark, and doesn’t have balls attached, because joel wondered why even make ones with them anyway. they’re fucking useless. she could’ve given him a lengthy explanation on what the hyper realism did for some people, the added element to fantasy, but she could save it for another day.

joel gets progressively moodier and noisier by the third finger in, pushing back with passion as he mewled into his pillow.

“god, baby I want it, I’m ready. please!”

with a swell of pride now hung in her chest that she can resort him to a mess just as good as he can, she gives in to his demands.

“just relax for me, that’s it,” she cooed. when the fingers slip out all together she may as well crushed his dreams, but she had more important matters to attend to. while slicking up the toy and attaching the harness to a good spot on her hips, she admired the view of a needy joel, lost in his desperation to be filled. it was an honor to be able to witness this vulnerable side of him, a side he wouldn’t dare show unless he was one hundred percent on board and comfortable.

with the gush of lube nearly dripping down the toy, it’s assumed that there’s more than enough, and it’s time to shut him up and give as good as he has to her.

the teasing alone has his mouth falling open enough to catch a fly. he holds his breath when he feels the squishy tip rub his hole up and down, side to side.

“shit,” he gasps, eyes squeezing shut at the first little push. one of the arms that had been hastily wrapped around the pillow rapidly goes right behind him, holding onto her.

“how are you, baby? this okay?”

“mmmhm,” he swallows, attempting to relax with the adjustment. it’s foreign to have something thicker than his own fingers, and the pushing motion coming from her deadly hips. the tip of her silicone dick is now a healthy ways in, disappearing inside him. she keeps a steady hold on his arm as his vice, while the other goes up to play with his hair soothingly. joel was gonna get the princess treatment.

as it gets easier to slide in and out at three inches, she grabs the base like it’s another part of her body and wiggles up and down. the reaction from below her is instantaneous, so perfect and so responsive while he moaned like a whore and arched his back like one too.

“fuuuuck,” joel curses, now heading straight into dangerous territory. his own hips grow a mission of their own, fucking himself back onto her and grinding deep into the mattress. if the sheets weren’t already spoiled several rounds ago, they’d surely be now. seeing as how comfortable he’d gotten, she takes it upon herself to start giving him more.

with one swift motion, her right hand goes to his ass to keep him spread. the pace turned brutal once the slick sounds of lube fill the air, and joel is never going to be the same again. it’s what he’d imagined he’d been missing out on times ten.

“fuck me, fuck me just like that, o-oh god I knew you had it in you,” he starts to ramble, now fucking his ass back without a drop of shame. she’s grinning ear to ear, allowing herself to go faster and deeper. joel’s seeing cartoon stars as his dick leaks even more, balls probably more blue than he’d ever seen.

“you like this, miller? like getting fucked into the mattress, don’t you baby? yeah, I can hear how bad you needed it,” she praises, now slamming in each and every thrust.

“I need it, s’all I needed baby. takin’ care a’me so fucking good,” he grunts out, now biting the pillow and meeting her hips each time. “gonna make me cum, can I? jesus, please—“

she’s just as lost in the moment. with a nod of her head, she forgets he’s waiting for her permission and can’t see. grabbing a chunk of his hair with enough power to lift his face up, she forces him to look at her. those brown eyes can barely stay open, and she’s sure he’s close to drooling

“touch yourself and cum, baby, it’s okay now.”

with her command he’s up on his knees in an instant. careful not to let her slip out, he fists himself with rigorousness. it’s less than thirty seconds and not many pumps later that he’s spilling thick all over his hands and sheets. groaning her name deep and long. his head is thrown back, still arching as she reached over to squeeze the last drop out of him.

it’s still vibrating through him after she pulls out, careful to keep it easy and slow. when his eyes still feel heavy afterwards, they both see that him passing out at any second is a possibility. his face hits the bed so abruptly it’s comical, she keeps her hands on him to give the aftercare he always makes sure to give her. whispers of how good he did, how perfect he is for her. she thinks he’s done for but his arm snatches her right back towards him as soon as she tries getting up.

“baby, I’m coming back with some water after I wash my hands, okay?”

it’s a simple but effective “hurry” that makes her kiss his forehead and stroke the back of his neck. “I will, promise.”

once she’s back, he downs at least half the glass and is back down.

“we’ll be doing that again,” he slurs.

his breathing grows deep, cheek smooshed up against her arm. she smiles, kisses his temple then assures him that yeah this’ll be happening again.

masterlist

#joel miller smut #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller tlou #the last of us #the last of us smut #the last of us hbo #joel tlou #joel miller x y/n #joel miller/reader #joel miller/you #pedro pascal #ask #anon #tlou x reader #smut

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mikalame · 9 months

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Heyyy i loved “fixing up” can u pleaseee write some hcs of little tom and bill x reader😘🙏 (PLUS YOUR PROFILE IS SO CUTE I LOVE THE PINK)

-Kat💗

Just some cute lil head canons of being besties with the kaulitz gald you like the pick kat 😝

Taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley @saumspam

After band practice you 3 would go to there house and play with their dads cards and play snap and go fish while eating snacks or talking about the being famous.

Playing around with the kaulitz mums makeup and bill copying what you do and doing it on himself but yk messy cuz yall are 8.

Helping tom with his dreads up keep or just raking your nails through his dreads aswell as bill or brushing out the hair spray in bills hair after a concert.

After bill went to star church and he only comes 2nd you comfort him by you and tom doing silly things like falling over or making funny faces and only stopping when bill cant breath cause hes laughing to hard

When its yours or theirs birthday you always do a cake smash where you 3 just make a total mess of the dining table and just trash it.

When your having a sleepover you 3 go to the park with like a cig each and smoke it while hiding in one of those plastic tubes that you hide in and when ever you heard something you would snuff it out and peek out of the holes in the tube.

When tom had told both of you he had lost his virginity you and bill made a cake with like a lil card and candles with icing congratulating him about it

When you got your first boyfriend and they saw you and that person holding hands then doing a cute lil peck on the lips they would scrub your hand till RED same with your face it would look like you had red lipstick smudge

If you were neighbours with them you 3 would have friday nights bbqs your parents would still and drink while you 3 would be running out of each house causing a muck and would end up sleeping on the trampoline

Your parents would also do like a carpool rotation so they would take turns taking you 3 into school and out of it

In school you and bill would hide under the bleachers during lunch and would gossip about what was happening in school or just people you didn't like

You three doing dress up and being all cute and stuff like tom being dressed as a dragon, you as a knight and bill as a lil princess being stuck in the tree house and tom pretending to kill him while you come in a save him

You sneaking over climbing through their window with your parents wine but spitting it out on the ground cause of the taste and putting it back like nothing happened

If you guys went on school exhibitions you would always try and be together and try and complete they scavenger hunts before the other groups you would always be super competitive

You three would do drawing comps and get your parents to judge but because they don't wanna be rude they say you 3 tied but being competitive little 9 year olds you start yelling at them to pick a winner and that you wont be sad if one of the other win (bill cry's when he don't win then tom calls him a sore loser (only when he wins tho)

Being the only girl you have some ups and downs they might be a little bit softer on you but not a lot you would also get teased a lot if it was windy and your hair was getting messed up.

Trying to bake and you 3 just end up throwing flour at each other and you and tom ending up on the floor brawling over who was going to mix but bill just ends up doing rolling his eyes.

At carnivals you 3 would get matching stick on tattoos like tom would get a lion bill would get a tiger and you would get a leopard all on your arm like a sleeve and would look in the mirror flexing and posing.

Every now and again you get beg tom enough to put makeup over him give him a make up tom usually ruins it by drawing a fake mustach on himself with eyeliner when you and bill rent looking

Hope you like Kat 😘

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x reader

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vctrvn-ls · 9 months

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|On a Plane•|Beta Squad|

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not 3am thoughts but plane thoughts (pretty appropriate)

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Chunkz

Let’s start this off simple. He’d sleep. He would literally just close his eyes at takeoff and only wake up when they’re bringing the food around. But at some point he’d want to watch a movie with you, so you’d share a pair of headphones and get cozy next to each other. He’d get out the blanket that the plane offers and put it over you and him, lift the armrest up and let you lay your head down on his soft shoulder. You’d definitely watch a cartoon, maybe something like Turbo (movie about the racing snail) but it wouldn’t be long until you dozed off in your comfortable position, arms wrapped around one of his. He’d soon join you, after taking a couple of crazy selfies with your hilarious sleeping face, he’d carefully lay his cheek on the top of your head and also fall asleep, only waking up for the landing.

Ayooo this fvcking guy. Firstly, he’d definitely be vlogging and he’d want some action on this flight, so he’d force you to play different games with him. For example a game of cards and whoever wins pays for the others meal. Aj wouldn’t let you sleep, he didn’t get on this flight to sleep (like Chunkz), of course he’d let you sleep, but with him by your side you wouldn’t even want to. Would you get complaints? Uuuh maybe? But you’d be respectful…as much as you could. After being two crazy people you’d listen to some music together while playing the shitty games on the plane monitors, laughing at the candy crush rip offs.

Kenny

Every time I start writing one of these “thoughts” I always call Kenny baby. Cause he is (please I’m crying), he’d be so so sweet. He’d make sure you weren’t sitting in front of an annoying kid who kicks your seat, or a man who keeps pushing your chair up with his knees cause there’s no space (Niko??). He’d put you first on any type of trip. He’d give you his blanket, let you sleep on him, give you his dessert when it’s meal time. And you’d appreciate every little thing, and after convincing him that he could lay down on your shoulder and sleep (cause we know our bbg needs his rest) he’d slowly start falling asleep. Being the good gf you are you’d pull a blanket over him and place a small, but affectionate kiss on the top of his head, before smiling to yourself and continuing to watch the movie that you were watching.

Sharky

Like Kenny Sharky would give you everything you need and more. He’d definitely bring two head-pillow-things, one for you and for himself. He knows how hard it is to fall asleep sometimes so he’d also get matching blindfolds to go. When you get on the plane you’re both excited. Sharky let you have the window seat on the condition that you’d take the best photos for insta stories. Flying with Sharky would generally be chill. You’d double connect your AirPods to his phone and listen to his Frank Ocean playlist and you’d end up napping on the window while Sharky draws little circles on your knee. (I need Sharky next to me rn and not this guy who keeps crashing into me w his head when he falls asleep)

Niko

Girrrlll, listen, I feel like Niko’s the type of person who’d be worried that their ears won’t unblock during the flight. Like he wouldn’t want to be uncomfortable for the next several hours of the flight, so he’d stress about it on take off. You’d obviously know about this and be there to help him (or also worry with him, I would cause my ears are pain in my life) so you’d chew packs and packs of gum until you were at a stable height. Once you stopped worrying about that…Niko would probably fall asleep. With his mouth open. On you. Look as much as you’d want a romantic trip, you won’t get it, not on a plane. Niko is our little cutie patootie and we need to let him sleep, because as soon as the two of you land wherever, he’ll be taking care of you like you’re the most precious thing in the world (which to him you are) so it’s only fair for you to get comfy in your seat, lay Niko onto you and sleep yourself (or watch a movie)

#beta squad #youtube #niko omilana #chunkz #aj shabeel #king kenny #sharky #ndl #niko #fanfic #short #imagine #headcanons

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yuikomoriemo · 2 months

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DIABOLIK LOVERS HEADCANONS PAGE 2

If the sakamakis/mukamis had TV as kids they'd definitely be watching cartoon network and MTv

Yui one time as revenge waxed laitos eyebrows-

Ayato caught yui watching TWILIGHT and started to act like Edward towards her-

During pride month the brothers take yui to pride but REIJI ACTS LIKE ONE OF THOSE ALLY MOMS 😭XD

Kanato is only scared of one thing...BATHS

One time yuma ate a raw egg when ruki refused to help him shop for more food since his garden crops couldn't handel the heat

Occasionally whenever Kou loses it he loves to smash a bottle on yumas head-

Reiji snuck out to a Malice Mizer concert once (Shu found out but never told anyone)

Kanato watches child's play-

Karl- he is better than reiji with phones

One time kous fans picked on yui that resulted in kou actually making his fans scared of him-

Shu thinks all vampire movies except for "Interview with a Vampire" and "Dracula" are bullshit

(Canon)Yuma devours more than someone's blood-

One time when Laito and Kou were watching desperate housewives laito did what Orson did to bree and put sleeping pills in his drink WHICH RESULTED IN HIM PASSING OUT ON STAGE DURING A CONCERT

Kanatos committed more than murder

Genderbend headcanon- male cordelia would treat the triplets better and cordelia would've loved to have girls instead

Yui used to get picked on by other church girls-

On Halloween reiji gives trick or treaters toothpaste-

Yui would be a nervous vampire-

Actors au: Shu and reiji would be besties irl and ayato would be so clingy to yui and laito cringes during bloopers-

Kou once suprised a fan on their birthday-

Actors au again- laito would have the most frequent bloopers

AYATO...HAS MADE A FANFICTION-

yuis favourite music artist is lady gaga-

Cordelia if she was more verbally abusive would be one of those 1930s mothers when their husband isn't home from work-

I think christa would have been better off with a lobotomy instead of suffering and if she did get one subaru most likely would cry after leaving her during a visit.

Yui went to prom and purposely dressed as CARRIE thanks to kanato

Reiji and Ruki argue about politics-

One time Reiji scolded kanato for 4 hours because he couldn't answer 6 times 3-

Kou grade average is A+(or grade 6-9 in the UK) thanks to rukis painful tutor sessions.

Ayato once went to the school Councillor and by the end the Councillor had to go to a therapist and the THERAPIST HAD TO GO TO ANOTHER THERAPIST AND THE OTHER THERAPIST HAD TO- you get the picture.

Another actors Au thing, During one of the bite scenes with reiji he actually bit yui hard by accident and became a sobbing mess with yui just laughing trying to comfort him 😭😭.

If the sakamakis played smash or pass with the mukamis the only one with the most passes is ruki and yuma (because shu "killed" his brothers for saying smash to yuma-)

Yuma 100% has a southern accent COME ON COWBOY YUMA IS CANON

One time ayato accidentally blasted cupcake(...GULP GULP GULP CUPCAKE-) when reiji was hosting something-

Subaru draws pictures or takes photos of the now modern world for Christmas as a gift and a sorry that she can't live in it..*SOBS*.

@yuma-mukami-garden-god @notdiabolika @diabolikpersonals

#diabolik lovers #anime and manga #kanato sakamaki #kou mukami #yuma mukami #ayato sakamaki #azusa mukami #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #diabolik lovers ask blog #diabolik lovers headcanons

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I’ll always be there for you

Credits: @bluekernal / @quaritchsgirl

Pairing: Avatar!Miles Quaritch & Kid!Miles Socorro

Summary: In the midst of their celebration because of their mission's successful outcome, Miles Quaritch's son suddenly wakes up from a nightmare. In an effort to comfort him, the colonel takes him outside the unit. By doing this, the man also begins to reflect on his prior life as a human, but more crucially, he begins to think about Paz.

Notes: Please take a moment to read this. Check out @bluekernal/ @quaritchsgirl ’s blog because she created this AU, and let me tell you, her artwork is incredible.This fanfiction was greatly inspired by her drawings.

While Miles did pass away in this fanfiction exactly like in the original film, the RDA would have started this project earlier because the avatar body was already on Pandora and the humans hadn’t been sent back to earth. The humans are still living there, but the Na’vi still don’t accept them so fights ensure from time to time. Even though Quaritch is an avatar now, he still retains his previous memories, and he continues to serve in the ‘military’ on Pandora without his consent since he literally became the RDA’s propriety, but Jake Sully isn’t that important to him, his son on the other hand is what matters most to Quaritch.

Little Miles awoke suddenly, his heart racing under his ribs like a scared bird thrashing against the bars of its cage. Even though the bedroom was completely dark, he could not shake the impression that he was not alone there. Unconsciously, he extended an arm to wake his father but instead discovered cold, empty sheets where Quaritch should have been.

Why wasn't his father here if he had just returned from his mission?

The child drew himself into a crouched position and made an effort to calm himself. He made an attempt to stop thinking about the nightmare he had just had, but it was useless.

He desperately tried to open the closed door by pounding on it. Regardless of who or what had locked him in, the handle had been removed. Every fiber of his being was on fire, and he could hear footsteps coming from behind him. Little Miles turned to look behind him as the sound of the creature's footsteps grew louder. As the door unexpectedly opened as he was turning back towards it, he didn't hesitate to run into the darkness.

His leg was grabbed by something soft, tripping him as hard, cruel fingers tightened around his ankle. Despite his desperate efforts, the hand tightened its hold till he could feel its fingernails piercing his flesh.

Now that he was helplessly pinned to the ground, the monster was standing above him. The creature's face was still hidden in the shadows, making it impossible for him to distinguish any of its features even if there was a low light in that room.

The squad was laughing as they told Z-Dog some stories from their most recent mission. She was unable to accompany them because of the injury she sustained during last week's training, but in all honesty, Quartich felt more at ease because his son stayed with her. Although he trusted his soldier more than the nurses, he still worried about how little Miles was doing.

The colonel's ears perked up just as Lyle reached over to grab a few beer cans. Everyone stopped what they were doing when they realized someone was crying.

Quaritch hastily left his team and headed to his room as his blood ran cold. His son's sobbing face greeted him when he opened the door. “Miles? What's the matter, bud?”

When his four-year-old turned to face his father, Quaritch eagerly embraced the child. Miles started crying harder, his body trembling from the power of his sobs as he buried his face in the colonel's neck. He gave the youngster a light tap on the back before starting to rhythmically and slowly stroke the boy's hair while whispering in his ear. "Buddy, unless you tell me what's wrong, I can't help you."

Z-dog had been attempting to calm Miles down every night because he had been having this nightmare for over a week, but the boy couldn't deny that he felt safer in his father's arms. The youngster cried out, "I had that nightmare again!” as he shuddured frantically in his father’s arms he continued. “And the creature almost got me this time.”

Quaritch began to rub calming circles into his son's back as best he could after kissing the boy’s unruly hair. “Easy tiger” he cooned “It was just a nightmare, that’s all. You know that I’m always here for you and I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Little Miles’s sobs subsided slightly at his father’s words and then sniffed loudly. The boy hadn't been waking up sobbing since he was practically a baby, and that worried the soldier as he gently rocked them into place.

He started to recall Miles as a young baby who had not yet learned to speak. The concept of falling asleep quickly anymore didn't occur to the colonel because his son had been wailing nearly every night at that time. Whenever the boy was crying, he was within seconds near the crib, gently picking him up and cradling him in his arms.

He didn’t want to wake up Paz back then, because she was exhausted most of the time after she gave birth, so he thought that at least he could do this to help her.

“Shh, it’s okay Miles. I’m here.” Slowly Quaritch rocked and bounced his son, hoping the cries would cease long enough to bring him back down to one of the kitchens to give him a bottle. With no such luck, he rushed down, before he woke up the entire unit, but most importantly Paz.

"These past two weeks, you've been very fussy. What's wrong, little guy?” the colonel asked as he struggled with the late-night feeding.

A few months ago, Quaritch could not have imagined himself sitting in the dark while talking with such a young child. He questioned whether it was stupid to talk to someone who was unable to even speak or sit by himself.

"You don't even realize how much is going on around you." The kid finally gave in to the bottle, softly whining as he drank. Quaritch never grew tired of the sound of his soft little voice or the sensation of his tiny hands in his.

“There you are tiger” he couldn’t help but smile “You’re feeling better, aren’t you? There’s no need to wake up your mother.”

The infant's eyes opened, looking at the bottle in front of him first before turning to face his father. Miles had every reason to believe that he would be able to put his son to sleep once more, but he abruptly stopped eating and started to wail again.

The colonel made a few more futile attempts to get the bottle in his son's mouth before giving up and bringing him to his shoulder. After rubbing and patting the boy's back for a few minutes to get him to rest, he once more cradled the boy in his arms, and the struggle started all over again.

This time, Little Miles finished the bottle, and the colonel began to rock him gently so that he could put him back to sleep. He never imagined becoming a father, but here he was. On a different planet with his family if he dared to say so. He was so terrified that he would lose everything if he simply closed his eyes. There was no point in lying because he enjoyed being a father and loved being with Paz. Although they didn't actually discuss their relationship all that much, his son would not have been born if they hadn't loved eachother.

Although his father was still deep in thought, the boy kept looking up at Quaritch and clenched his little fist around his nightshirt. He certainly helped in caring for the child, but naturally, most of the responsibility fell on her. And she did it cheerfully and wholeheartedly. Yet occasionally, tiredness overcame Paz, and the colonel felt so helpless because he felt like he couldn’t to that much to help her. The least he could was let her rest over the night.

He noticed that his son's eyes were beginning to close when he turned back to face him, so he decided to return Miles to his crib. The infant was awakened by being taken away from his father's warmth and began to cry once more.

As Quaritch lowered his hand into the crib and stroked the baby's delicate hairs, he once more attempted to soothe the young boy. He calmed down for a brief period, but when his father lifted his hand, he became agitated once more. The soldier picked up him once more, and he immediately became calm.

“You simply don't want to be alone, is that it?” Miles questioned as soon as he noticed the infant closing his hands and opening them in a demand-like manner. After giving his son a moment of puzzled attention, the infant suddenly raised his hands, and Quaritch allowed himself to softly tap their forehands as the young child clutched his father's face between his small hands.

His line of thinking was interrupted when the boy cupped his father's face as the soldier leaned in with a softness that was almost heartbreaking. He couldn't help but feel a twinge in his heart when he remembered that moment all over again while holding Miles in this position once more. Since that particular evening, when the boy was just a baby, they have been doing this. It brought both of them some comfort.

It realizaton of much has changed since then hit the soldier like a brick. Everything was much simpler back then, when he was just a human… when Paz was alive. Even though the woman had passed away years ago, he still missed her. He could see her in eveything Miles did and it hurt like hell. Even if he didn’t want to admit that.

As he looked at his son again he took note that the boy was no longer crying, but tears still continued to prickle in the corners of his eyes and the soldier decided to take a chance. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”

When his father said that, the youngster quietly distanced from him and turned to stare at his small mask. Miles didn’t trust his voice right now, but luckily for him Quaritch understood what the youngster wanted and he grabbed his son's hoodie off the chair and gave it to him.

While the boy was getting ready, the soldier went to check the oxygen level in his exopack. 70% Even though he had enough and they wouldn't be gone for long, he nonetheless packed a spare canister of oxygen just in case.

Since his son was still so little and the colonel didn't want him to get hurt, he didn't usually take him outside very often, but it was obvious that Miles loved being outside. The boy loved the nature and he would examine every flower, tree, or insect he could find outside the unit whenever he had the chance. Like his mother, the youngster was utterly enthralled by this world, and he couldn't help but get a warm sensation in his chest.

“I—I’m ready” Little Miles said, and Quaritch proceeded to put the boy's mask on, ensuring that it was properly positioned. God forbid that something happened to his little boy.

“Let’s go then” The colonel took his youngster in his arms and the both left the bedroom as well as the unit, without saying anything to anyone.

“I like looking at the stars.” The boy murmured somewhat shyly to his father, who smiled in response. They were in the forest now, but not that deep into it. It was about a ten minutes walk from their unit, but God it was so peaceful here. There were no buildings, no machines, there was only nature around them. This area was filled with tall grass and equally tall white flowers that were scattered all across the ground.

Large, leafless trees could be seen in the distance, and there would occasionally be a passing insect that resembled a firefly. It was quite artistically pleasing, and at night, when the moon was shining and there were bright stars scattered across the sky, it was even more so. They were lying on their backs in the grass, gazing up at luminescent stars sprinkled all across the fascinating and mesmerizing sky. Back at the unit, it was unusual to see so many in one location, but they were still lovely.

Although Pandora was a wonderful world, he occasionally missed Earth. There were rumours circulating in the unit that the fabric of life, upon which all humans depend, is still deteriorating quickly as a result of human activity. The quality of life for people and the lives of future generations will be drastically decreased if they continue to lose significant portions of the natural environment, and it appeared that no effective action was being taken. Quaritch didn’t know what was going on inside their heads, but it was very evident that they would not stop causing damage to their home. They gave up on Earth.

He also had a sneaking suspicion that they wanted to invade Pandora in order to establish it as their new homeworld. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, but again, there were only rumors. And they'd better stay rumors.

Then Quaritch looked at his hand, which was glowing in the dark, and even though he was aware that his entire body was in fact emitting a luminous light. Believe it or not, even after all those 3 years, he still thought it was amazing and strange at the same time that he had these distinct patterns of bioluminescent dots on his skin. Occasionally, the boy didn’t let his father turn on the lights in their room so that Quaritch could shine in the dark like a glow stick because apparently he looks ‘very cool’. He sometimes was too innocent for this world.

“You like it here, don’t you?” The colonel questioned as he rolled over into a sitting position. He noticed that his son mimicked him, now also sitting straight up and he couldn’t stop himself from encircling his tail around Miles.

“Yeah” the child answered while keeping his gaze fixed on the stars “But I still can’t find the North Star.” At that his father’s ears perked up then the colonel took his son’s small hand in his own.

He began to lead the boy's hand to where he could find it and said, "First you need to discover the Big Dipper, then look for the two stars on the end of the Dipper's 'cup' and they point to where the North Star is” His son cocked his head slightly before breaking into a broad smile. “I see it now.” Quaritch chuckled a little as he continued to look at the sky.

He released his son’s hand and they both remained silent for a while but the colonel broke the silence by saying, "You know your mother's up there too." The boy's attention was drawn when the man's voice cracked a little at that comment. There weren't many videos of Paz, and the only framed picture of her that Quaritch had was on the table in his room. Even though he didn't want to admit it, especially to himself, is that he missed her every day.

No matter how many times he watched those videos with her, the soldier felt as though he was forgetting her. He knew what she looked like, but it seemed as though he was beginning to forget her features as time went on. Even though it greatly upset him, he could still perceive similarities between the youngster and his mother.

“Dad..do you think that she is watching over us right now?” As Little Miles inquired, the colonel was completely unaware when he began to tear up.

He replied after sniffing "Most definitely," the boy stared bewildered at his father, because he knew that his dad didn’t usually cry "After giving birth to you, your mom actually couldn't sleep more than two hours," Despite his trembling voice, he continued, "Every night she would jump out of her bed and would always hurry to your side to make sure you were okay."

"I wish I remembered her," his son confessed and Quaritch had a bittersweet taste on his tongue. Miles was unable to recall his mother due to his failures as a commander and, most significantly, as a lover. There was nothing he could do about that now, but he would always blame himself for his son growing up without a mother.

Once more, silence fell upon them, but this time it was broken by the kid. “Can we go home?” He asked as he yawned slightly and his father nodded. Quaritch took him in his arms and held him close as he began to walk towards the exit of the forest. Then Miles encircled his father's neck with his arms as he let his head fall on top of his shoulder. I will always protect you little one.

Though neither of them appeared to be aware of the pair of yellow eyes, watching them through the leaves of a tree as they emerged from the woods.

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ ?

Notes: Thank you so much guys for your comments; they truly made my day. 😭💕I hope you all enjoyed this part, and if anyone has any ideas for future parts of this series, I'd be more than happy to include them.

#recom quaritch #quaritch fanart #avatar quaritch #recom miles quaritch #quaritch fanfic #spider quaritch #miles quaritch #avatar miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #quaritch imagine #spider socorro #spider avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar #miles socorro #na'vi quaritch

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norrisscented · 10 months

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A Little Help

Daniel Ricciardo x Autistic!Fem!Reader

warnings:: ~shutdowns and meltdowns~, reader has a hard time communicating verbally. mentions of harm during a meltdown, talks sensory overload, ngl this is very self indulgent-

(a/n):: ANOTHER BLURB <3 motivation was poopy but i’m back i think!!!

You could feel your own skin, taste your saliva, and hear yourself blink. The comforter that you and Daniel had to search for in stores now felt too much, even though you couldn’t feel it on your skin. He wasn’t home, yet. He hasn’t seen you like this in a while.

By this you mean, the aftermath of a meltdown. You were hyper aware of it all. Your face red from your emotions and feelings. It all felt as though you only understood it fully but you knew if Daniel were to walk in, there’s no way to tell him how it felt.

You really tried to calm down, use the coping skills you have learned. You couldn’t though. Nothing was going right and you had reached your breaking point when you opened up a package that contained your safe food, it is what you are used to. Except it wasn’t, you are certain they changed the recipe. It all came crashing down on you then.

Other people would call it childish but you have few things you can rely on as a normal thing. This includes packaged foods that usually always taste the same, movies you’ve seen 50 times, and Daniel’s love and support. You could really use the last two things right about now.

Click.

Speak of the devil- or angel? You don’t know at the moment.

“Hun? You in the bedroom?” Daniels voice echoes throughout the home. You can’t find it in yourself to reply just yet, you know you should but the words are stuck in your chest.

You know he’s taken off his shoes by the softness of his footsteps, memorizing footsteps and the emotions or actions behind them was easy for you. The footsteps grow closer. You watch him slowly fully open the bedroom door, it being almost closed.

“Hey, you okay?” You notice the little things in his voice, how his voice lowers and softens when he sees the state you’re in. You don’t have enough energy to hide the fact that you had a meltdown just some time ago. You just don’t have energy now.

He sits on the edge of the bed, near you. Pressure, you need pressure on you. That’s all you can think, but once again you can’t verbalize it.

“Is there anything I can do for you right now, hun?” He keeps his voice calm, you nod.

“Are you able to tell me right now?” He’s so understanding you could cry if you weren’t dehydrated right now.

“Pressure.” He smiles at your reply, happy to help.

“Ok,” He scoots over to you and pulls you into his chest. Fully wrapping his arms around you and squeezing just the right amount.

“Might have to get you one of those weighted blankets, ey?” He laughs but you know it’s a real suggestion. You’ve talked about it of course, for when he’s gone. You just nod in his chest.

“When you're able to, wanna tell me what happened?” You sigh, the words stuck in your chest start moving upward.

“Built up. They changed the recipe in (your safe food) and that’s what threw me overboard.” Short and sweet, that’s the only way you know how to communicate after anything that has drained you.

“I know how much you liked that.” He draws light circles on your back. He takes a deep breath before continuing “You gotta let me know if you hurt yourself, I know how hard it can be to express your emotions especially when you're by yourself.”

A quick shake of the head is good enough for Daniel. He knows that you would’ve told him if you did harm yourself, accidentally or on purpose to try to soothe yourself.

“Can we watch (your favorite movie).” You ask.

“Of course.”

#f1 fanfic #f1 x fem!reader #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #daniel ricciardo x fem!reader #daniel ricciaro fluff #daniel ricciardo x reader #f1 fluff

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st-danger · 10 months

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Saint i've been stalkin your tumblr for so long and only now gathered enough confidence to follow and come tell you i've read like everything you've posted on here and i adore your writing so much,,,, also if you ever write any sexy tickling stuff again, be it a fic or ficlet or anything, i'll die, that literally fucked me up back when i read them cause yeah i'm that brand of freak,,,, fuck i love the lack of any kinkshaming here and i'll be supporting any freaky shit you write :---) thank you for your service very much

It's irresponsible, doing this here, in the greenhouse. Sure, it's late, but time of day doesn't rule out the interruption of a curious Sibling or ghouls who won't be named (Dew and Swiss) raiding his private stash and getting blazed beyond what Mountain might consider reasonable.

He has never been much for responsibility. And he has vines here. Vines that like to listen to him and do what he says, when he says it.

Vines that currently have wound their way tight around Rain's ankles and up to his knees. Around his wrists, pulling his arms taught and above his head. Easy access to Rain who's naked and heaving for breath. Pinned on a workbench now devoid of any tools, since he'd swept them off onto the floor in a hurry to get Rain upon it.

And for good measure, a thin and small one curled around the base of Rain's cock, squeezing just enough to keep him hard in spite of the tickling.

"Fuck," Rain squirms, barely able to draw a deep breath even during the break. "Fuck, please, please-"

Mountain reaches for his feet again, trapped as they are and unable to escape. Blunt nails scrape back and forth over his soles and Rain squeals, laughing like he's having the time of his life. He is, of course, but it's a painful sort of pleasure after a while.

"Look at how much fun you're having!" Mountain grins, abusing his feet and getting himself all worked up too. Little toes flexing, soles wrinkling. He gives him another break long enough to pull his own cock out. Heavy, red. Bobbing when Rain starts whimpering.

Without the vine, there's no way he'd still be hard. Too much stimulation. He'd flag. Get a cute little chub going on and not much past that. Now when he thrashes as much as he's able, it bouncing around. It's wet at the tip.

"Too much," Rain gasps, brows knit together, eyes damp. "Please, I can't, oh fuck-"

Mountain's pressing his fingers into his sides, wiggling and pressing and Rain loses himself in another peal of unwilling laughter, the happy sound torn from him entirely involuntary.

"But you're laughing," Mountain says.

"No, no- no," Rain's laugh-crying now. Mountain knows when Rain's "no" means "yes", and he's the brand of freak that enjoys a little pain with his pleasure. His abs are tensing, his red cock is wagging around with every jerk of his hips, and his voice is getting higher, more strangled with every passing second.

Mountain backs off, and Rain goes limp against the wood of the table, breath hitching and shuddery. He has tears clumped in long lashes, and sweat beading against his hairline.

"Hurts," he mewls, making noise even though Mountain isn't touching him. "S'too much, fuck, oh fuck," he sobs out.

"But you're laughing," Mountain repeats.

"Can't help it- you're makin' me," Rain cries. Actually cries now. Mountain takes pity and gives him a few gentle strokes on his cock, which has gone as soft as the vine around it deigns to allow. It might not be possible to get it entirely stiff while Mountain's working him over, but it still leaks. Shiny and sticky and he bends over to give it a little baby kiss, right on the cute little mushroom head. Rain jolts.

"Lick it?" he pleads. "Oh unholy father, lick it, please, lick it."

"It a bit," Mountain says, soothingly. "Not now." He takes himself in hand and waits until Rain looks up, and gives him a little show. Overhand grip, stroking root to tip while Rain whimpers.

"Remind me," he says casually, smoothing his hands over Rain's chest, fingertips circling his nipples only to give the barest most unsatisfying touch directly on them, so quick it might not have happened at all, "is it your feet or your armpits that are the worst-"

"Oh, no, oh no," Rain bites out, panicked and already writhing, alight with anticipatory fear. "Mount-"

"Let's find out," he says, reasonably.

#you are so sweet goodbylondon!!#thank you for the kind words!#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost fic #ghost headcanons #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain/rain #mountain x rain #nameless ghouls #ghost band

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hughesmedicine · 1 year

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Sister | L. Hughes

luke hughes x !sister reader

based on the music video brother by kodaline🫶🏻(listen to the song while reading! or don’t it’s whatever you guys decide :) )

warnings:mentions of child death and a funeral

luke and y/n are 10, Jack is 12 and Quinn is 14

I hope this actually lives up to my expectations and I hope y’all like it

crying during this whole thing omg

“luke cmon we have to go!” jack yelled up the stairs. I sighed and bonded the stairs immediately going outside, getting in the car and buckling up. Mom turned to me “hey sweetie you okay?” “I’m fine” I said looking out the window. Jack got in a few minutes after that short talk and dad started driving. quinn nudged me and I looked over at him he wrapped his arm around me pulling me straight into his side. “it’s gonna be okay i promise” he said I just nodded looking back out the window.

I felt the car stop about 20 minutes after we departed everyone got out but I couldn’t muster up the courage to get out. I heard the car door open and someone take my hand and unbuckling the seat belt, taking it off and taking me out, I looked up seeing quinn , he gave me a soft smile and started walking us over to the ceremony. I stood in between jack and quinn never letting go of his hand, I soon felt jack slip his hand into mine and I smiled a bit being grateful my brothers were here, just wish she was here even more. The ceremony started a few minutes after everyone got situated and I tried so hard to pay attention but I couldn’t bare so I spaced out getting lost in my thoughts. I suddenly felt my hand being pulled and I came back out of my thoughts realizing it was over and that we were heading back to the house for a small lunch with the other family members. I got in the car buckling up and looking out the window as the others got in and dad started driving. Before I knew it we were at the house and everybody went inside but me, I needed a few minutes to myself and I think everybody understood that. I went inside once I collected myself well enough, once I walked into the room I felt eyes on me but I ignored it walking over to the picture on the counter table, it was the recent picture mom took of her, the very last one we got. I felt grandma rub my arm and I gave her a soft smile before sitting on the couch I spaced off for a few before I reached over grabbing an apple and a marker and started drawing a smiley face on it, I turned it around once I was done to show quinn and jack while smiling, they smiled before turning to talk about something.

it’s been hours since everyone left and I was currently in bed fast asleep when I heard the creak of the floor boards, I opened my eyes expecting to see quinn but instead saw someone under a sheet, they looked into my room for a few seconds before walking away. I got up following them out to the living room before I grabbed it pulling it down revealing y/n, I quickly pulled her into a hug as she wrapped her arms securely around me. “Hey little brother” she said in a hushed whisper. I groaned causing her to laugh and pull away but I pulled her right back in immediately. She sighed happily hugging back, “I’ve missed you.” “Yeah I know but hey I’m alright and it’s so fun where I’m at okay? Nothing to worry about but how about we make a fort and tell funny stories!” she said smiling and pulling away to grab the blankets, I went over there to help her as we got to building. Once it was finished she told me not to get in before going upstairs and coming back downstairs with the hockey sticks that we used alot “one last game?” she asked smiling “ yes please but you don’t think mom would care if we go out on the ice alone?” “No I don’t think she will plus she won’t find out, go get your stuff on and I’ll be down here waiting.” I quickly went upstairs but staying quiet and changed into warmer clothes and grabbed my skates going back down to her and we went outside and got on the ice skating around for a few before y/n threw a puck down i smiled and immediately went for it skating towards the goal but she blocked me stealing it back and going over to the other goal scoring, I smiled watching her do her little celly which consisted of her doing a trick with her stick. “I’ll never get use to seeing you do that” I said. “Oh I know but it still is so cool” she said coming back over to me. “round 2?” I asked “round 2.” She said before taking the puck as I chased after her.

we spent an hour out there before we headed back inside putting everything away and laying in the fort “Remember the time jack was skating and ended up doing a front flip and landing it completely then he fell and hurt his bottom” I said laughing, she laughed too. “Yeah I do, he complained to mom about us laughing but he secretly loved making us laugh that day”

“he really did, gonna miss that a lot.” I said. “Don’t miss it, he’s still gonna do it just give him time moosey, you guys are hurting all together and you should go to them cause they understand.” she said turning to face me as she laid down on the pillows we shoved in there, I laid down turning to face her too. “I don’t think they do.” I said feeling guilty about saying it. “I know they didn’t lose a twin but they lost a sister luke , it’s equally the same thing just be there for them for me.” She said giving me a small smile. “I will thanks for being here y/n/n” I said yawning and closing my eyes feeling tired out from playing. “Anytime moosey goodnight and I love you.” heard that right as I knocked out.

I woke up and quickly looked around for y/n before realizing I was in still in the fort I tore it down looking underneath the blankets once I felt something, I picked it up examining it as it was the last picture of her. I heard footsteps coming down as quinn and jack both came running in, they saw me looking at the photo while crying and immediately came over picking me up and pulling me into the tightest hug ever, I hugged back but I noticed an apple next to the one I drew on earlier with a smiley face and I smiled knowing it wasn’t a dream and continued hugging my brothers. “we got you brother, it’s okay” quinn said said tightening the hug even if it wasn’t possible.

but what the boys didn’t know is that she was right there joining in on the hug.

god this broke me but I hope you enjoy it and it’s good so!

#hughes brothers #luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes #ellen hughes #jim hughes #hughes family

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Below is a section from chapter 29 of Citrus and Lavender. I would love to hear what was going through your head writing it for the ask game!

{Failure .

She was just an ordinary girl. What business did she have trying to play hero?

Shoulders shaking, she pressed her face to her knees and continued to rasp through her broken breaths as tears kept falling.

“Is someone there?”

Ladybug flinched at the sound of a voice calling out. She didn’t want to answer whoever it was and let them find her. But she couldn’t stop crying either. She curled up tighter as though she could somehow shield herself against the world. But she could still hear the sound of hesitant footsteps approaching.

“Ladybug?” the voice gasped. It was distinctly male, but so soft and gentle and somehow familiar. But she couldn’t place it.

“Go away,” she hissed childishly as she hugged her knees tighter. And she did feel like a child. A child wearing some stupid costume as they played make-believe.

The other person went silent, but she knew they were still there as she could hear them scuffing their shoes as they awkwardly stood in place.

“What about the…the akuma?” he whispered.

Her shoulders heaved as she fought back another sob. “What does it matter? Everyone’s right. I screwed up. I failed and now things are worse.” A whimper escaped her and she screwed her eyes shut. “I knew I wasn’t the right one for this.”

She expected the other person to laugh at her, to tell her to leave it to people who knew better. But he remained quiet for a time. Ladybug almost looked up from the defensive shell she’d turned herself into to see who was standing there, but she was far too ashamed to try.

And then his voice came again, quiet and gentle but so warm in its reassurance. “They’re all wrong. They’re not the ones who stopped the attack yesterday or saved Chloe Bourgeois today. Without you, they won’t make it. You just have to prove it to them. So what if you’ve never been a hero before? So what if it’s all sort of new to you?” He paused and then whispered sadly, “You can still try.”

Ladybug didn’t respond. She didn’t know what to do with the comforting encouragement a stranger was giving her - one she was too embarrassed to look at with her puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. But she felt that agonising terror that had taken root in her chest shift a little. She took a deep, shuddering breath.

“I believe you still can - that there’s still a chance, ” the boy added, his tone almost reflective.

Her heart was hammering hard in her chest, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Compared to the restrictive vice she had felt earlier crushing into her lungs, this felt light and lively. It was as though her heart had become a hummingbird and was doing delighted swoops within her chest.}

[Ask Game]

Given that Citrus and Lavender is an enemies au fic with Adrien being coerced into Hawk Moth's ranks from the start, there's obviously going to be a lot of differences between the events that happen here and what occurs in canon.

Some of these differences can be glossed over, but something I wanted to draw attention and give detail to is the events of origins - specifically the LadyNoir side of it.

Ladybug starts out very insecure in herself. She doesn't believe she's up to the task. And finding that her would-be partner has defected immediately is a devastating blow from the get go. Like her canon self she wants to give up. She believes that this is not a role she can fill because she cannot see what she still managed to achieve on her first day. She can only hear all that's gone wrong.

In the events of canon, Alya helps Marinette see that there are some people who are excited for Ladybug's appearance. This is also true in the fic. But this is a very impersonal viewpoint. Alya thinks Ladybug is cool because superheroes in general are cool! She doesn't know Ladybug well enough yet to give a well-formed perspective.

But you know who did grow close to Ladybug during those first trying hours in the events of Origins? Chat Noir.

Sure he went in head first and full of himself - but he was right there with Ladybug and saw in real time how she went from a nervous, shaking girl to a defiant and unshakeable heroine!

In Citrus and Lavender - even if he's on the other side of the fight, Chat Noir still sees this change in Ladybug very clearly too. And he's enamoured by it! Though it does take him a lot longer to wholly admit how much his feelings were shaken up by her.

Ladybug still needed that closer interaction though. Without it, it's very hard to see her evolve into the hero that she is. She needed that moment of someone caring about her. Not as a superhero, but as a person. Someone to tell her to have faith because what she's accomplished already is outstanding!

I knew I had to include the exchange LadyNoir have in Origins: Part 2, when they stand beneath the Eiffel Tower and Chat Noir gently reassures her. But I couldn't do it in the same way in canon.

So instead for Citrus and Lavender, we have Ladybug running and hiding. She just can't take it. But then she's approached by someone - someone that she later becomes certain is Adrien - and they give her the comfort and confidence she so desperately needed.

Ladybug/Marinette and Chat Noir/Adrien both know this event happened, but they both have slightly differing viewpoints of it. Surely that isn't going to cause identity shenanigans later on...

#fic: cirtus and lavender #ask selkie #ask game

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i-me-mine · 1 year

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As time goes by | Chapter 2: Pouring rain

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.3k

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You take some painkillers with a glass of water before leaving your home. You had a hell of a night - your father arrived late hurling insults and breaking things, nightmares plagued your sleep, and when morning came, you were reminded that the fight you had with Eddie was real. But you are hopeful that things will get better. They have to.

Eddie has band practice during the morning, and you have your art club assignment with Jonathan to complete - Walking in the woods helped clear your mind a bit, so you felt a bit better once you arrived at Byer’s house when Joyce was leaving.

“Hey dear, how are you?” Joyce hugged you and then gave you a good look. “Seems that you haven’t slept much; look at those circles in your eyes… ask Jonathan for a cup of coffee. He is in the kitchen. Unfortunately, I have to go; I’m already late… but take care, ok?”

You stepped inside and reached the kitchen, and found Jonathan already eating. He pushes the plate full of cookies to you, “Thank Will for these.” and gets up. “What do you want? Coffee, tea, milk…”.

“Tea would be great, thanks” - Jonathan prepares and gives you the cup when he finally notices you. “You look awful, bunny… what’s going on?”

The pet name warms you a bit. When you were kids, you found Jonathan crying in the woods about a rabbit his father made him kill. He felt so guilty about it that he buried the rabbit and kept coming back to mourn it.

You felt how sad he was and started to make him company during those visits. You were in silence most of the time; not good starting conversations back then, but he didn’t mind as he was not much of a talker too. Finally, after a week, you gave him a drawing of himself holding a bunny. He smiled at you, “Thank you, bunny.”. That was when your friendship solidified, and he never stopped calling you bunny.

Back to the present, you asked him, “Good or bad news first?” trying to smile. “Good first, please.”

“Well, next Friday, I’m going on a date…”. And you could see how Jonathan got excited. “This is awesome, bunny!! Take care, people of Hawkings! A new competitor is coming full force to shake the dating scene of this small city.”

“Ok, no need to be sarcastic, I know I’m throwing Earth out of balance by being asked on a date.” You said, laughing.

“Don’t say that! You are a great girl, and I’m glad that finally someone saw it and asked you out. But hey, what about the bad news?”

“Well, Eddie didn’t get happy as you did... He was so mad that we had a fight, and basically, he said he doesn’t want to speak with me anymore.” Your heart ached a little by remembering the fight.

“That’s because he is an idiot!!”

“He is not!” you replied quickly.

“C’mon, it doesn’t matter if he does not like that you are going out or whom you are dating… it’s your friend that matters the most. You have to stay with her, you stand by her side and support her decisions, even if they are dumb ones, and deep down, you wish that she would change her mind and see that all she needs is right next to her and not with a stupid King of Jocks that worries more about his popular image than about her…”.

“I guess we are not speaking about Eddie anymore, right?” you said with a supportive smile. You know that Jonathan is in love with Nancy and that seeing her with Steve hurts him. And you also know that while Nancy cares a lot about Jonathan, she is so happy to be with Steve finally... Sometimes it is hard to be friends with all of them, but you do your best not to be caught in the drama and to try to support them the best you can.

“I’m sorry, I guess I got lost in my thoughts. Let’s try to get to work, shall we?” you nodded and followed him to his bedroom. You both spent the morning working on your assignment, which consisted of putting side by side your drawings and his photographs, showing the different perspectives of the same things, and detailing the techniques and compositions.

Jonathan cooked lunch for you, and as you were getting ready to return home, he asked you to follow him again to his bedroom. “I know you are sad because of Eddie’s reaction and afraid of what this may mean for you…”.

And then he opened a box with many photos, going through them to find something. So you take the pictures and see photos from colleagues, people in the streets… “You are not taking creepy photos of others without permission again, are you?”

He then picked one of the photos and looked back at you. “No more creepy photos… although you know that photos still help me read people better. But I just wanted to give you this, so you can remember what you have and that it’s greater than just a small fight.” then he hands you a photo.

It’s you and Eddie, sitting next to each other in the park in a middle of a good laughing session as he was tickling you. You wished you could pinpoint exactly when that picture was taken, but a scene like that happened so many times… you both seem so genuinely happy in the photo, like a perfect moment frozen, allowing you to keep it forever. “Thank you.”, you murmured while getting emotional, and then he hugs you. “C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home.”

Back at the trailer park, you decide to talk with Eddie after waving goodbye to Jonathan and holding the photo inside your pocket. You knock at his door, rehearsing inside your head what you will tell him when Wayne opens the door, a confused look crossing his face when he sees that it’s you.

“Hey, kiddo, what happened? Is Eddie ok?” You then match his confusing look. Why was he asking about Eddie?

“I hope so, Wayne. I want to talk to him…”.

“Oh… he said he would be away the whole day, not to wait for him to come home… I thought he was with you.” you give Wayne a small smile and turn around, returning home.

So he would be out today… not mentioning where he went to. Was he avoiding meeting you on purpose? Well, he couldn’t do it forever. So you decide you will chat with him tomorrow at school.

Ok, now you don’t have any doubts that he is doing all he can to avoid you. He was not at your usual meet spot at school, he didn’t come to your locker during the morning to talk, and when you tried to reach him at his, he slammed it shut and hurried to the other side.

You make one last attempt, entering the cafeteria, hoping he will look at you, but he does not. You take your place at the table right in front of Nancy.

“I can’t believe Eddie and Jonathan both found out about your date before I did. I thought that you would tell me first!” She seemed disappointed but still smiled at you, inviting you to tell her more.

“I’m sorry, I would have told you earlier, but I knew you were spending the weekend with Steve…” it was a small lie, you know… but hopefully this would make Nancy feel better.

“Ok, no hard feelings! I want to know all the details, and we have to think what you are going to wear - no way I’m letting you go on a date wearing one of those band tees…” and you both started giggling while Nancy began describing what she believed that would be perfect for you to wear.

Eddie was staring at you at the other side of the cafeteria, thinking, “Sure, she must be all excited telling Wheeler all about Ben and daydreaming about her date.”

“Earth to Eddie! Earth to Eddie! Hey man, are you listening?” - Jeff was poking Eddie, trying to get his attention.

“Sure, man, whatever.” mumbled Eddie.

“You are acting so weird today… and you seem annoyed…” But Eddie had already disconnected from the conversation again, and Jeff got no answers.

You hurried home after your work shift, hoping to be able to talk with Eddie. The sound of loud music blaring through the trailer Eddie lived in made you smile. He was home, and you two could finally talk.

But you knock several times, and he doesn’t answer. You try to reach his bedroom window to get his attention and see him closing the curtains. You can’t believe that he is acting so childish. You could feel the anger rising within you. You were undoubtedly sad that Eddie was ignoring you, but anger made you feel better. You let it wrap around your heart, shielding you from the pain. If Eddie doesn’t want to speak with you, you would also ensure that he cannot.

The end of the week was approaching fast, and Eddie had still not said a single word to you. You don’t even remember staying apart from each other for so long. But you decided not to try to speak with him anymore. He would have to make a move - even if you were dying to have the chance to talk with him again.

“Hey, wait!” You see Jeff coming your way. “What’s up, Jeff? Everything good?”

“Far from good… that’s why I’m coming to ask for help. Eddie is so grumpy this week... none of the boys can take it anymore. What’s going on? Could you talk with him and ask him to be a little less dickhead to us?”

“Eddie is not speaking with me, so I’m afraid I can’t help” So it seems that Eddie is being a pain not only to you.

“Wow, how so? Well, that would explain his shitty attitude this week. Do you think you two can get along before our Hellfire meeting? You know he will give us hell if he is having a hard day.” he was looking at you with puppy eyes that seemed to scream, “Please!”

“I’m busy, so I’m not coming, Jeff.. sorry. But you and the boys will be fine. Have fun!” and you turned around and left before any more questions were asked.

“Oh boy, we are so screwed if these two don’t make amends.”

“You got this.”, you say to yourself while looking in the mirror. Then, you take a deep breath and check again to see if everything is fine. It took you a long time to get your hair in a way you think is minimally acceptable. The lipstick makes your lips look smooth, and the mascara makes your eyes shine (or that’s what Nancy told you).

The jeans look good on you, and your red shirt shows a hint of your collarbone. Red looks good on you, or so Eddie says. But, no, it would be best if you don’t think about Eddie now.

“Where do you think you are going?” You hear the rash voice of your father. “I’m going out.” you reply.

“No, you won’t.” You can see that he is drunk again. You try to avoid him and get closer to the front door, but he starts yelling insults your way. “Father, please…” you beg him, but this only angers him more, and he starts to throw things your way. You do your best to avoid being hit and run out the door.

Adrenaline pumps your veins when you arrive at the arcade, but you take a deep breath, decide to forget about this, and enjoy your night. Ben is already closing the door and opens a smile upon seeing you.

“You look amazing! I’m glad you came.” You are unsure if your cheeks are red because you are blushing or if it’s still from all that has happened. But you smile back and say, “Thank you!”.

You follow Ben to his car and listen to him while he tells you about his week and work day. A booth is already waiting for you when you arrive at the diner. The waitress comes and gives you the menu.

“The beef sandwiches are awesome. You’ll love them.” then you are not sure if this means that you should let him decide what you both will be eating or if you are still free to choose other things. You start to feel silly as you have no idea how to behave, maybe you should have asked Nancy what you had to do.

As you nod, Ben goes ahead and makes the order. You have to admit, he does make an effort to keep the conversation going, and you try to keep up, but it’s hard.

He doesn’t like to read, so he doesn’t know any of the books you love. He really likes sports, but you are not into it, so you try to listen while he details how the championship is going. He is excited to tell you about his last vacation trip to California… and ask you about your favorite one… but you never left Hawkins, so you don’t have anything to tell him, so you keep asking him about his trips. Finally, he starts talking about all the colleges he is applying to, how hard it is to choose where to go… and all you can think is that you are not even sure if you can afford to go to college when you finish High school.

It starts to get very uncomfortable for you, and you are beginning to get desperate. Ben is friendly, but it seems that you have nothing in common. You dreamed about having a nice date, even getting a kiss at the end… and here you are, not even being able to keep a conversation, hands sweaty, wanting to run away. Dates were not supposed to be that hard, were they?

You see the waitress looking at you, and she seems concerned. Does she know how nervous you are? Maybe she also had once a date that was getting weird. She does not say a word, but she goes to the Jukebox and turns it on. You recognize the song, and so does Ben. You both start to hum along; you breathe a sigh of relief and smile back at her, thanking her in your mind for easing things up for you, even if just for a bit. A pouring rain starts.

“I think we should get going. It’s raining a lot, and it’s already late, let me take you home.” If it weren’t raining, you would try to convince him that he didn’t have to give you a ride, but there was no way for you to go home alone in that rain. He paid the bill and walked you to the car. “Where to?”

“I live at Forest Hill.” You say in a low voice. “The trailer park?!” you could sense in his voice that Ben didn’t expect that, but you just nodded, and he murmured, “Ok.”. The ride back was awkward. Quiet. Tense. Ben was not saying anything, and neither were you. You pointed to your house when you entered the trailer park, and Ben stopped the car. You knew that it was crazy of you to wish that, but you wanted Ben to kiss you at that moment. And you were unsure if it was because of him or because you just wanted something good to happen.

“Well, thank you for the night. You are a great friend; I guess I’ll see you around.” Ben said, unlocking the car door. The subtle rejection burned you from the inside. “Sure, thanks, Ben. See you.”

You stepped out of the car, looking for your keys in your bag in front of your door. When you looked back, Ben had already left. “What a great date we had, huh?” you say to yourself while unlocking the door. But when you tried to open it, it opened just a little. “No, God… please, no”. Your father had put the door chain on. So you could not open the door. You tried to knock, but no answer. You hit harder and yelled, calling your father, but it was useless.

You walked a bit and tried to open one of the windows, trying to find a way to enter your home, but it just didn’t work. You walk to the middle of the road, trying to think about your options, but the truth is that you don’t know what to do.

You open a broken smile, thinking about how ironic it was… you were rejected twice… one time by Ben, another by your father, who left you outside on purpose. You were getting soaked. It was too much to handle, and you started to cry, the tears streaming down your face blending perfectly with the raindrops. You are cold, all alone and just want to curl up like a child.

Eddie whips his trailer door open, causing you to startle slightly. He is looking right at you. God, you miss him so much that just seeing him hurts. You keep looking at each other in silence. You then see him raising his arms on his sides, which you interpret as a “What?”, a way of sending you away or complaining because you were there, disturbing everything.

“Third time’s a charm.” you think… it was the 3rd time someone rejected you that night, but nothing hurts more than Eddie’s rejection… because he used to be your safe place. You stand there in your rain-soaked clothes, your arms crossed in front of your chest… because it’s cold, and you are trying to hold together the pieces of your broken heart, you are trying to hold yourself together, but you are already falling apart. You close your eyes, wishing you could disappear.

Eddie keeps staring at his blank notebook. He had fun at Hellfire, but it was not the same without you. And the boys complained again, saying that he was intolerable. Ok, he admits, he was impatient and tense… he had been feeling this way during the whole week. There had been nothing new added onto the pages of that notebook, he just had no inspiration or motivation to do anything being away from you.

You haven’t been gone for long, but it feels like a lifetime for him. He has been sleeping so strangely at night, and he has missed you terribly… but you seemed to be handling things great so he decided not to make a move.

He then heard the sound of a car. He looks out the window and sees you and Ben in the car but turns quickly. “I don’t want to see them kissing.” but his mind is already painting the whole scene for him. He presses his fingers in his eyes as if it would make it go away, but it doesn’t. Then he hears loud noises, and when looking again, he sees you knocking hard on your door. Something is wrong. He knows it.

He hurries to put on pants and a shirt, runs to the living room, and opens the door. He sees you standing there, all soaked, seeming so sad… and all the anger he felt during the last couple of days vanishes. The goodbye, the attempts to avoid you… they mean nothing at all; nothing matters, just you. You are looking at him, but your face does not seem happy to see him. He wonders if maybe you really don’t want anything related to him anymore. He opens his arms in a shy attempt to invite you to hug him, to come back to him… but he sees you crossing your arms around you and closing your eyes.

He doesn’t care if you are going to reject him; he just can’t let you stay there. So he steps out in the rain and runs to you. He is right in front of you, but you are still with your eyes shut. He then asks, “Are you hurt?”

“Are you hurt?” You think you are dreaming. It’s so good to hear his voice again. You ponder the question. Emotionally? You were hurt beyond repair. Physically, no. So you decide to go with the most straightforward answer. But you notice that you cannot articulate the word when you open your mouth to say no.

You open your eyes and stare at Eddie, shocked that he is really there. He looks at you with those chocolate button eyes filled with worry and you notice his face details, his wet curly hair. Was he always this beautiful? Or did you just miss him? You want to say something but can’t find your voice. Dammit.

“I’m taking you home; hold on, ok?” He picks you up in his arms and returns to his trailer. He does it so effortlessly that you feel like flying, You wonder again if you are dreaming. The part of you who was fueled by anger the whole week is screaming inside your head, “So now you care? Don’t pretend that you’re worried about me! Leave me alone as you did all these days!”.

It’s still raining a lot, and you are both so wet, yet you can feel all his warmth, and that other part of you just thinks, “Please, let me enjoy this, even if it’s just for a bit. I need this, I can deal with the pain later.” When he puts you on the couch, you can feel his absence, and you shiver, thinking that it was over too soon. “Let me get some towels for you, be right back.”

Recently you were feeling more like a stranger each time you came home… but Eddie’s trailer…

It was inviting and cozy, just like always. It felt like home more than your own house. Maybe it’s because you have so many happy memories there. Eddie and Wayne, who you consider family, have accepted you into their lives as if you were one of their own. And maybe that’s why it was hard losing all of that while Eddie was giving you the cold shoulder.

“Here, a towel and some of my clothes. You should take a hot shower; I don’t want you to get sick”. You were going to complain, say that it was not needed, but his hand was already on your cheek, a small gesture of affection. “Please, sweetheart…” he said in a softer voice, and you melted. It’s been so long since he demonstrated anything good to you… you were not going to waste it; you would do as he asked.

After the shower, you felt more alive, and things seemed more real. You inhale the scent of the clothes he gave you… they smell like Eddie. You wear them, cloaking your body in their comfort, and then return to the living room. He is relieved to see you back, as he was worried that you would be hiding in the bathroom forever, not wanting to see him. He puts a blanket around your shoulders. “I also need a shower, but I’ll be super quick. Stay here, don’t leave me, please.” You smile, thinking there is nowhere else you would like to be. He smiles back at you while you get more comfortable on the couch.

Eddie is relieved when he comes back and sees that you are waiting for him. There are so many things he would like to tell you. “I missed you so much, I was so stupid, could you forgive me? I was so worried. I care about you so much. Please, never leave me again. Things are not the same without you here, you mean so much to me.” The list goes on…

But when he opens his mouth, he can only say, “Do you want me to make you tea?”. You nod, and he starts preparing. He is worried because you haven’t said anything yet. But you are still here, which gives him peace of mind.

He puts the tea cup in your hand. You are then able to say, “Thank you, Eds… for everything.” Your voice is filled with love and kindness, as he remembered. He is so glad to hear it again. You drink your tea, and he is afraid that now you will want to leave. But you do not move. You are not sure what you should do now.

“Bad night?” he asks. “Bad week, and tonight was even worse.” you reply. He feels guilty he gave you a hard time this week, but he also knew that there was more to it.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You wondered if you wanted to. Yes, you want to talk about it. You want to discuss many other things, but are too tired and have a lot to think about. “Not right now.”, you say with a tired voice.

He may be pushing his luck, but he approaches you and asks, “Is it ok if I hug you?”. You give an awkward laugh and a low “yes.” He goes a step further.

He presses his lips to your forehead and closes his eyes while hugging you. He is devastated to think he hurt you when you did nothing but take care of him since you met him as a kid. Then, he starts to rock you back and forth in his arms, trying to ease the tension you both were feeling.

“Are you feeling ok now?” he asked. You nodded.

“Can I stay here?” you asked, hoping he would say yes, as you had nowhere else to go this night.

“Of course, sweetheart. I think you should get some rest”.

A long conversation about everything that has happened would be necessary, and you know that. But just for today, you would allow yourself to enjoy a quiet and safe night. You will deal with everything tomorrow.