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star-girl69 · 1 year

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My Heart Never Knows

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i suck at writing family shit but i swear y’all soon we’re gonna get to the good stuff i just gotta tie up this one last plot end but anyways there’s a little bit sprinkled in there so i hope you all enjoy!!

also this is gonna be heavily centered around lo’ak bc my baby deserves better ☹️

warnings: swearing, mention of blood, mentions of injury, mentions of drowning, mentions of death, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twelve- Hear Their Song

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“Y/N!”

You turn, something heavy in your heart, looking at your sister cutting through the throngs of people. She is only a few years older than you- why must she always be so bossy?

“Mother said to tell you dinner’s ready.” Your eyes flick to your friends- Kisre and a few other girls- but Kisre is the only one who stayed.

Your sister is known for her short temper and brash words, but everyone knows she will be a good tsahìk. She is already learning to master a tsaruk, and mother says her connection to Eywa is promising.

“Five more minutes?” you ask, looking back down to the string of seashells in your lap.

“No.”

“Please, Ronal!”

“It’s not me. Mother said dinner’s ready.”

“But-”

“Y/N.”

And you know that voice, and you know she is kinder to you than others, but every person has their breaking point. You stand, mumble your goodbyes to Kisre, and the walk back is silent.

“Why could she not get me herself?”

Your sister sighs, but she looks at you. Sees your wide eyes, small hands, short legs. You are just a child. Her small sister. Is it wrong to not want the world to corrupt you? Just for a little longer?

The sun is setting in front of you two, and Ronal grabs your hand. She doesn’t stop walking. She walks with you, into the setting sun.

“She is just busy,” Ronal decides on, but she knows the truth.

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Morning brings nothing but longing, but the feel that something is missing in your hammock.

Three days since it happened- three days of simple touches, longing looks in public, not enough, not enough.

It feels childish- but you need them like nothing before. Like a child getting it’s favorite toy taken.

But is it wrong? Wrong to want to be near them all the time, be their everything, throw caution to the wind and your heart in their heads? Wrong to think about them all the times, hands and lips and hips and a thousand little deaths in your stomach?

You mated with them, in the most beautiful pace, in the rawness of the world, Eywa as your witness, and the union isn’t supposed to be like this.

Not supposed to be secret.

But you are scared. Scared to tell Ronal, tell the clan. Scared to tell their children.

Jake traces his fingers along your face, tries to memorize each slope and slip, tells you that his children think him a hypocrite. He tells them not to fight, yet he goes out and does it himself?

He blames it on you with a smile, tells you that you make him toss aside the world- stupid things like consequences, which Neytiri snorts at- but he knows why his children feels that way.

So, you give them time. It is only three days, but you swear you have grown ten years with how much you have worried.

You know them in a general sense, their interests, likes and dislikes, simple things. You don’t know them like a parent knows them. Can you ever?

The sky caves in on you the entire day, waiting until night falls, until another day closer- but the air is changed. It is no longer filled with your refusal, it is your acceptance that permeates the air.

You are a ship at sea, lost and without a sail, rolling around in search of a lighthouse. But Neytiri and Jake fill your mind’s eye, and suddenly a light is shining bright.

And you realize- there is no more journey. No more unsteady water, rough and unpredictable waves. Smooth sailing, as long as you are at your port, as long as you are next to them.

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“I feel like a child.”

“Why?” Neytiri asks, brushing sand from your hair, even though you are on the beach, and it will get dirty again. She just wants to touch you.

“Sneaking around- acting like we aren’t…” you trail off, the words still feeling foreign, still making you blush. Only three days since, and you are still a mess.

“That we are… mates?”

“Yes,” you blush, look away from her, back out onto the horizon. Jake swims with the children, while you and Neytiri rest on the beach. You feel weird, intruding like this. No matter what Jake says, you cannot be apart of their family if their children don’t know.

But, if the children see anything wrong with you tagging along, they don’t say anything. Neytiri says they all like you, and you like them as well, but you don’t know if they like you enough to be their mother.

“Jake is still a fool.” Neytiri’s words are blunt, but you’ve grown used to it. You don’t flinch, close your eyes instead. Sun on your face. Light on your face. Guided already- to here. “I say we tell them quick, yes? But he insists- tell them slowly. I want to wake up with you next to me, my Y/N.”

You stomach flips- and your ribs don’t ache.

You feel loved, whole and happy, and it’s so different from what you’re used to.

“Well,” you start, because they keep encouraging you to have a say, but you’re cut off.

“Mom!” Tuk shouts, running up from the shallow water, kicking sand up. “Mom!”

You see the red on her knee from feet away- a small cut, it will heal on its own.

“Oh, no, Tuk,” Neytiri says, opening her arms for the little girl. Tuk sits, tears and seawater running down her face, back to Neytiri’s chest.

You watch them for a moment, wonder if you can imagine Tuk ever running to you like that.

Neytiri shoots you a look, and you quickly spur into action, not wanting to anger her. You know she just wants the best for everyone.

She has told you, how you have to step up, be something to them, because they won’t give you up and they won’t give their children up. Can’t. And you aren’t mad with them, because you just admire that love.

“Can I see?” you ask, sitting up and shuffling over on your knees. Tuk nods, and you cup your hands around her knee, keeping it steady. “Oh, this looks like it hurts a lot. You must be very brave, no?”

You look up at Tuk, see Neytiri smile at you, and Tuk nods, tears fading.

“Is it alright if I help with the pain? A trick my sister taught me,”

Neytiri nudges her, and Tuk looks a little apprehensive, but mumbles a small yes.

You smile, feel like this is a break in the ice, the opening to something new.

You lean down, suck in at the air near her knee, then lean back and blow the air out.

Silence for a moment, until the sound of Tuk laughing fills the air.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore!” she shouts, looking at her knee in awe. “Thank you, Y/N!”

And all you can do is smile.

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“-and I saw a purple fish, and then I skimmed by knee, but Y/N made the pain go away!”

“Really?” Jake asks with a smile, thinking of that storm of a woman, his storm of a woman, his. It’s surreal. He feels like he is dreaming, like he will wake up any moment. He just hopes that he wakes up with the memory of her lips on his. “She’s very nice, right?”

“I love her!” Tuk proclaims, smiling before taking another bite of her food. Neytiri laughs, placing a hand on Tuk’s head, before looking fondly at the space between her and Jake.

And Jake feels it to. Her absence. It feels wrong that she isn’t here to listen about Tuk’s recounting of the day, isn’t here roll her eyes when Jake will inevitably say something stupid again.

He is sure it is written all over his face, his long for, his need. Is it wrong to be consumed by her? He doesn’t think so. But, regardless, the three of them are falling into it together. Navigating these choppy waters, finding their port in all of this.

But also- Jake feels like this is already it. Destination in sight, all he needs is for her to be closer. All he needs is to get over his fears.

“Yeah. You all like Y/N, right?”

He ignores Neytiri’s burning stare, instead waiting for the children’s reactions.

“Yeah.” Lo’ak swallows, looking at Jake oddly. “Tsireya and Ao’nung talk about her a lot.”

“Mhm. She’s nice,” Neteyam agrees. It is obviously that Jake’s eldest son has picked up on something, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Well, I love her. And you two know it, you just don’t wanna admit it. I bet you two dream about the cookies she made that Tsireya gave us.”

The table dissolves into his children bickering, and Jake can’t be bothered. He’s used to the sound of a loud house, but there is one voice missing. One voice he needs.

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“Lo’ak?”

When Tsireya told you, all you felt was fear. You’re proud of Lo’ak as you would be anyone in your clan.

He is brother of tulkun, and you know how amazing that is, and you love your soul sister- but Tsireya’s words slowly faded when you remembered that the tulkun haven’t returned from their migration.

The only tulkun that would still be in these waters would be- outcast. Alone.

When she tells you the name, you swear you feel faint.

But she is still your sweet niece, experiencing her first love, navigating unknown waters much like you. In your supposed duty to the clan, you had pushed everyone away when you tried to push Jake and Neytiri away. But, like the tide, they just came back.

“Lo’ak!” you call, and he turns. The paths between the mauri is quiet, and it is growing late, sun setting behind Lo’ak.

He nods, and you can see the confusion on his face, but you simply slap a bright smile on.

Tsireya confided in you, and you are stupid, and can’t keep your mouth shut.

“Do not be mad. But- I know about Payakin.”

“What?” he hisses, scowling, mind adrift.

“Don’t be mad, Lo’ak,” you plead, because Tsireya wants you to help him, because she doesn’t want to lose him. Besides, you want to help him. You want to bond with him. “I am not mad.”

“You- you shouldn’t know.”

“But I know.” You take a deep breath, scrambling for the script you had conjured in your mind. “I- I am the sister of a tulkun, and I love her so dearly, and I know, Lo’ak, I know. But Payakin-”

“It’s different-” he interjects, but you grab his hand, cool in yours, hold it tight. It’s odd, the feeling of the extra finger, but you find you don’t mind.

“Payakin is a killer. His song is one of violence. Listen to what the waves sing, don’t ignore them-”

You can feel his skin heating in yours, see the flush of anger in his neck.

“It’s not like that, you don’t know-”

You sigh. He is like his father, strong heart, thick head. “You’re not listening to me, Lo’ak. You will get hurt, he is a killer.”

He looks at you for a moment, shaking his head, two braids swinging, and you see yourself in him so clearly. The silence is deafening, and you feel something growing in it.

“When I was younger,” you squeeze his hand, even though it is limp in yours, “I almost drowned because I swam during a storm, because I was young and stupid. Don’t be like me, Lo’ak.”

“You’re nothing like me,” he says, but there is a wistfulness, something in his voice that makes you think otherwise.

You feel like you are fading, withering under his words. You thought he had known too, that the two of you were so similar, but you suppose not. Your voice is quiet when you speak. “What am I like?”

He squares his shoulders, stands tall.

“Good. Better. I can see why my parents like you so much- you are the exact opposite of me.”

“Lo’ak-”

“No, I’m sorry, Y/N.” He drops your hand, and it is like whatever invisible string was spun falls. “I shouldn’t have said anything. Please don’t tell my parents.”

And he is running off before you can stop him, and you feel like you’ve seen this before, because he is heading towards the setting sun.

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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When Man Plans, God Laughs (Eddie Munson x Single Mom!Reader)

Summary: You're a single mom of two who recently moved back to your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana, after a nasty divorce. When your friends take you out for the night, you run into your high school crush: Eddie Munson. But are either of you satisfied with just a one-night stand?

Warnings: single motherhood, divorce, fluff, mentions of drugs/dealing

WC: 1.9k

Part One | Part Two

You're grateful that you didn't drink too much at the concert last night, because the following morning is hectic. Matthew insists on having milk with his cereal, then cries because it's soggy. While you attend to his tantrum, Grace takes it upon herself to grab the orange juice carton from the fridge, promptly dropping it and spilling it all over the kitchen floor. And when the word "shit" accidentally slips out of your mouth when you see the sticky mess forming, both kids decide to march around chanting it.

You clean up the kitchen, wipe down your messy children, and get them dressed for the day. They've been begging you to take them to the children's museum, so that's your plan. You're just finishing tying Grace's sneakers when the phone rings.

"Hello?" you huff into the receiver, scrambling to get out to the car before Matthew manages to undress himself.

"Hey, Y/N?" a familiar voice comes over the line. "It's Eddie. Munson," he clarifies, as if a different Eddie would be calling.

You crinkle your nose. "How did you get my number?" you ask, and you cringe at the interrogative note in your tone. "I mean, hi. But also, how did you get my number?""

Eddie laughs, not taking offense to any of it. "I hounded Starsky and Hutch until they broke and gave it to me."

"How nice of them," you mutter. "So, what's up?"

"Look," he starts, "I had a lot of fun last night. And I was hoping we could actually get to talk, catch up. Like a date, maybe?" His voice breaks at the end, nerves getting the best of him.

You smile weakly. "Eddie, that's really sweet," you tell him gently, keeping an eye on your munchkins, "but I'm not really looking to date right now."

"Is it because you have kids?" he blurts out, and you're taken aback.

"H-how did you know that I have kids?" It's a dumb question; Robin and Steve told him, obviously. "Never mind. Yes, it's because I have kids. Kids who are currently waiting for me to entertain them."

"So you're just never gonna date again?" he asks, but it's a genuine question; he's not accusing you of lying.

You exhale. "Maybe one day I will," you answer honestly. "But I...I don't think it's a good idea to be with someone who carries around a box full of mysterious illicit substances. Not really kid-friendly, y'know?"

"They're, uh, not all for me," he stammers.

You can't help but chortle at his statement. "Is the fact that you sell drugs supposed to make this better?" You notice Grace eyeing you curiously, so you lower your voice. "Look, I know you have to do whatever you can to make ends meet. I'm not judging you. But I also can't bring my kids into that kind of environment, y'know?"

There's a long pause on the other end of the line. "Yeah, no, I get it. Could we still...hang out? Like with Harrington and Buckley. Just as friends." Eddie bites his tongue to keep from babbling.

"Of course," you reply, breathing a sigh of relief. "I've gotta get going, but we'll talk soon."

"Bye, Y/N," he says, and you detect a hint of sadness in his voice. Maybe more than a hint. But you don't have time to ponder it, because Matthew is trying to fit through the spindles on the staircase. Why are kids so fast?

A few months later, you're holding Matthew's chubby little hand as you make your way through the library parking lot. Grace is in kindergarten full-time, so it's just you and your little man during the weekdays.

"Are you ready for Storybook Sing-a-longs?" you ask him excitedly. It was a new program that the library was offering to kids where a musician sang songs based on popular children's books. The best part was it was free. You'd signed him up right away.

The hum of a guitar being tuned floats past your ears as you enter the children's section. You're placing a fuzzy mat on the floor for you and Matthew to sit on, when you hear it:

"Hi there, tiny humans! I'm Eddie!"

Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice. No way. No fucking way. But it's him: Eddie Munson is sitting before you in a folding chair, long curls pulled back into a low bun. He's still got his signature rings and his ripped black jeans, but he's wearing a purple shirt that reads "Storybook Sing-a-longs."

"Jesus Christ," you murmur under your breath.

The mom next to you overhears your utterance. "I know, right?" she scoffs. "Who let him around children? He was such a freak in high school."

You shake your head. "That's not what I meant--" you start to say, but Eddie cuts you off.

"I need a volunteer to help me sing a song about wheels on the bus," he announces, eyes twinkling at the kids' excited faces. "Who knows that one and wants to sing with me?"

Matthew looks up at you, waiting for your approval. "Go on, Bubba," you encourage him. "You love The Wheels on the Bus!"

He jumps up waving his stubby arms in the arm, desperate to get Eddie's attention. When Eddie spots him, he motions the two of you over.

It takes him a moment to place who you are--your oversized t-shirt, mom jeans, sneakers, and barely-there swipe of mascara is a far cry from your skimpy concert outfit. But when he realizes, his face lights up.

"Who do we have here?" he asks, both to your son and to himself.

"I'm Matthew," the boy replies proudly, and it comes out as Mahh-chew. "And this is my mommy!"

Eddie's smile is so genuine that it hurts your heart. "Hi, Matthew and his mommy!" he says. "Matthew, do you know what the wheels on the bus do?"

"They go round and round!" Wound an' wound, he shrieks excitedly.

"That's right!" Eddie cheers, launching into the song. Matthew is singing and clapping along, doing all of the hand motions like you taught him. You sneak glances at Eddie, his fingers strumming gently, his voice energetic but soothing. It's a side of him you've never seen before.

You and Matthew scurry back to your mat at the end of the song, and it's time for another kid to have a turn. The next half hour is filled with lyrics about Jack and the Beanstalk, Hansel and Gretel, and The Three Little Pigs. Matthew's eyes are wide the whole time, soaking in the music in wonderment.

You're putting away the mat, a half-asleep tot in your arms, when you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

"Hey," Eddie says softly. "I was hoping you'd be here."

You feel yourself blushing, and you hoist Matthew up a bit higher to cover your reddening cheeks. "Well, Matty and I never turn down a chance to sing Wheels on the Bus!" You tickle the boy's belly and he gives the sweetest giggle you've ever heard.

"You guys are pros. Gonna put me out of business!" Eddie teases. He glances at Matthew, then looks directly into your eyes. "Y/N, he's such a cute kid."

"Thanks," you grin, "but he's not gonna be cute if he doesn't get his nap soon."

"Can I walk you to your car?" Eddie asks sheepishly. "Is that okay?"

"Sure. Thank you." You can't bring yourself to meet his gaze, shyness suddenly overtaking you as well.

He grabs your bag from your hand. Your pace is slower than it would be if you weren't holding Matthew, but Eddie walks alongside you.

"I should, um...I should be thanking you, actually," he says suddenly.

"Me?"

"Yeah," he nods. "When we spoke on the phone? And you said that you couldn't be with me because of my...my job? You were right. I'd been meaning to stop doing that stuff, but I figured I could never amount to much more. The Munson name comes with a reputation, and it ain't pretty. I thought no one would ever give me a chance.

"And then I came by here to return a book and saw they were looking for a kids' entertainer, and I thought, I can do that. I think the librarians were shocked that I was serious about it, but once I started doing the animal impressions for 'Old MacDonald,' they realized it was the real deal."

You laugh. "You really nailed those. We were both impressed with the cow especially."

Eddie snorts. "What can I say? I had plenty of experience listening to an old cow in O'Donnell's class."

"Eddie!" you swat at his stomach playfully. "Don't teach my innocent son how to insult people."

"Sorry, sorry," he puts his hands up in defeat. "But, yeah. I just thought you should know."

You raise your eyebrows at him. "One night after a concert made you rethink your whole life?" you ask unbelievingly.

"Yes? I mean, Buckley kept telling me about her friend that was incredibly smart, funny, caring...the list went on and on. And then I met you, and you were, like, holy sh--sugar hot," he amends quickly.

"That's sweet," you say, biting your lower lip. "But most days, I look like this. Miniskirts are few and far between."

Eddie places a big hand on your cheek. "The sentiment still stands, sweetheart." He kisses your forehead, sending shivers down your spine. When you arrive at your car, he opens the back door so you can put a sleeping Matthew in his car seat.

"Thanks, Eddie," you whisper. You want to kiss him so badly, it hurts. "Hey, um, do you do children's birthday parties, by any chance?" You glance down at your son. "He turns three in a few weeks, and I need something to keep the kids entertained."

"I do now," he beams. "Any special requests?"

"You've gotta bust out that rendition of Old MacDonald, obviously," you tease. "How much do you charge?"

"Hmm," he pretends to think. "One...slice of birthday cake."

"I'm serious!" You put your hands on your hips. "Besides, you would get birthday cake anyway."

"Okay," he says nervously. "How about that date?" When you raise your eyebrows, he gives an exasperated sigh. "C'mon! I stopped dealing, I got a regular gig, Matthew already adores me. Just one date. And if it sucks, I'll leave you alone forever."

You consider it. One date couldn't hurt, right? It wasn't like you were marrying the guy. Clearly, you didn't fare well in the marriage department, anyway.

"One date," you agree, and Eddie pumps his fist in the air triumphantly. "After the party. If you bomb, the deal's off."

"Oof, no pressure or anything," he stumbles back dramatically. "But it's a deal." He sticks his hand out and you shake it, but he takes the opportunity to pull you in and kiss your lips. "Couldn't help myself," he mumbles into your mouth. You bring your hand to the back of his head and kiss him back harder, feeling body melt into his. You're snapped out of your trance by the sound of Matthew stirring.

"We've gotta get home," you apologize. "Call me later, around 4? I'll give you the party info."

Eddie nods. "Sounds great." He kisses your cheek before opening your door for you. "I'll talk to you then."

You wave goodbye as you back out of the spot, a smile plastered to your face.

So much for a one-night stand.

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sky-neverending · 3 months

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Eddie rockstar au featuring past fwb Steddie who are reuniting to be more?? and an original song I wrote?? Slay! (lemme know if you want me to do a part 2 or post this to ao3?) under the cut cause its a LONG BOI

Eddie grew up drowning out the noise. He was used to covering his ears, to turning up the music. So the screams and shouts of others had grown cold on him, never really affecting the way he lived.

But this? This was a whole different story.

He peeked his head out from behind the curtain, glancing at the crowd that had gathered in front of the stage. The crowd that was there to see him. It was odd, the fact that so many people wanted to be there for him, wanted to hear him make music he used to use as a distraction in his home, and after the fight, in the dingy bedroom of Wayne’s trailer.

Someone grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling him away from the crowd before they could spot him. “What do you think you're doing?” a girl hissed, and he turned around to grin at her.

“Checking out my adoring fans, Chris,” he joked, running a hand through his curls. “Gotta see if anyone stands out to me, ya know?”

She rolled her eyes at him, but a fond smile crossed her lips. “You go on in 2,” she warned, shoving his shoulder lightly. “Good luck out there.”

“I won’t need it,” he responded with a wink.

As Chrissy walked away, Eddie’s heart started beating louder. Adrenaline and pure anxiety mixed in his veins, a feeling stronger than one he had ever been given by any substance.

It was show time. The crowd wanted a rockstar? He was going to give them one.

Stepping onto the stage, Eddie let the roars of the people before him soak in. He threw his head back, taking a long, deep breath before addressing the crowd.

“Are you ready to rock, freaks?”

The show went on as normal, Eddie playing and singing and basking in the reactions of the crowd. It wasn’t until he got to his final song that he spotted a familiar face in the front row.

“Alright, alright,” he began, putting a finger to his lips. “Everyone hush now.” Taking a deep breath, he looked straight at the first man he was ever in love with. Straight at his high school hookup that could have been something more. Straight at Steve Harrington himself. “This last song is dedicated to someone I knew once. I hope he knows it’s about him.”

And then he started to sing.

Denim, denim jeans

Polo with a band T hidden underneath

All the girls wrapped around his finger

But i’m standing just where he can’t see

Midnight kisses and early morning drives

To the lake down the street where he can hide

Cause you know he’ll never be

Brave enough to see

That he’s dying simply because he’s living

A lie

He took a breath before launching into the chorus, fingers shaky on his guitar.

Do you care

That I’m not there

Or was I never on your mind in the first place

Do you see me?

I’m screaming, screaming

I’m reaching, reaching out

But you turn away

So what else can I say?

Farah Faucett hair spray

And a smile that could kill

I think it already did

But at least I’ll die on this hill

Sayin’ there’s no point in loving if

You can’t love yourself

So walk away, trophy boy

Let them put you on your shelf

Do you care

That I’m not there

Or was I never on your mind in the first place

Do you see me?

I’m screaming, screaming

I’m reaching, reaching out

But you turn away

So what else can I say?

Yeah what else can I say?

The song ended on a solo guitar riff, Eddie pouring his heart and soul into every note. He opened his eyes on the last strum, looking right at Steve and winking.

“Thank you guys for coming out tonight,” he said, addressing the crowd as a whole. “I can’t put it into words how happy I am to be here. Goodnight, Indy!” And with that he threw up his horns, swung his guitar once around his body, and strutted off the stage like he hadn’t just indirectly confessed his feelings to someone he never thought he’d see again.

His heart thumping in his chest, Eddie turned to Chrissy with the little hope and prayer he had left in him. “Front row,” he said, “Harrington. Looks the same as he did in school, sticks out like a sore thumb. Bring him back here.” Chrissy raised an eyebrow, but upon seeing his desperation, turned and walked toward the side exit of the stage. It led out to the gates that separated Eddie from the crowd, and he could hear the clatter of them opening as she hurried Steve through before letting the security guards handle whoever else clamored after them.

Curtains fluttering with movement, Eddie held his breath. He watched as Steve stepped through, running a hand through his hair awkwardly.

“Harrington,” said Eddie, almost a whisper. “I’ll be damned.”

Steve smiled, and fuck if that smile didn’t buckle Eddie’s knees. “Hey, Munson,” he greeted, hands at his sides. “Nice show.”

Laughing, Eddie stepped closer. “Didn’t take you as part of this crowd,” he stated, looking Steve up and down. The faded yellow of his jumper was probably the preppiest thing in the audience, amongst the blacks and rips and chains that his usual fans sported. “You get a girlfriend who’s into our kind of music? Or did you just decide to show up and look like an outcast?” His words were teasing, and he hoped Steve could see that.

“Uh,” Steve pressed his lips together, looking at the ground. “No, Robin dragged me down here. Said it would be good for me to get out of my comfort zone… and stuff.”

“And stuff,” Eddie repeated with a grin. “Not going to lie to you, Stevie, I didn’t think you and the band geek would last.” He tried not to let jealousy seep through his tone.

With the kick of his foot, Steve’s shoulders loosened. “She’s not the band geek I’m after, trust me.” He looked Eddie directly in the eye. “I messed up, Eds.”

Eddie stared at him. “What?”

“I messed up, Eddie Munson,” Steve repeated with intent, “and I want to make things right.” He advanced, tilting his chin up just the slightest bit. “I shouldn’t have hidden from you. I shouldn’t have turned you away, and I’m sorry. And that song-” he paused, biting his bottom lip, “God, Eddie, you have some real talent.”

“It took a song about you for you to realize that?” Eddie joked, and Steve rolled his eyes in response. He sighed, reaching a hand up to Eddie’s cheek. The touch was tender, sweet, all the things Eddie had dreamed of when they’d been apart.

“Shut up,” he said. “Shut up and let me take you out on a date.”

Heart lurching, Eddie’s face broke into a grin so wide it was painful. “What’s in it for me, Harrington?” he asked slowly, leaning into the touch. “I’m a rockstar now, why should I go out with you?”

“Because I asked nicely?” Steve whispered, curling his hand and letting the tip of his nails trail down Eddie’s cheek. “And because I want to make things right?”

It was Eddie’s turn to roll his eyes. “Ever the romantic, sweetheart.” His tongue pressed up against his cheek, like he was contemplating the question. He wasn’t. “Sure, I’ll go out with you. Meet me behind the venue in half an hour?”

Steve nodded. “I can do that,” he said. “I need to go talk to Robin, I owe her money.” With that, he pulled away, leaving Eddie longing for his touch again. “I’ll see you later,” he called out, walking with Chrissy toward an exit that would lead him past the crowd.

Eddie watched him leave, a smile on his face.

He had himself a date, and all it took was one little song.

#sky writes #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #rockstar!eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie oneshot #should i do a part 2?#might post on ao3 idk #chrissy cunningham #robin buckley #platonic stobin

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Diet Culture - Poly!Recoms x PlusSize!reader

(A/N: inspired by the song Diet Culture by Brye! i love the song and can relate to it as a mid/plus-size person. i wrote this for my friend (you know who you are) and thought she would like it! i've always felt insecure and i'm sure many of you have as well. i hope this can bring you some joy or comfort even in the slightest. enjoy!)

And I know their worst fear is to look like me

And that fact makes me want to kill somebody.

To be a plus-sized person in the modern age has never been an easy feat. At least in the 16-18th century they thought it was very beautiful and desirable to have a body like mine. But now, as resources run dry and there's no space for everyone due to overpopulation, everyone hates fat people more than ever before. The body positivity movement was popular and utilized in the 21st century, but thats far, far behind us now. I feel crippling anxiety and shame every day for having to do the simplest things. Riding the train, feeling tired, and hell, even eating. My last thought before dying was that maybe in the next life I could be thinner.

Here I am now, staring at myself in the mirror. My skin is blue, I have stripes, and Lord, what a fatass I feel like. Why couldn't Parker or whoever's in charge of Project Phoenix just let me live in peace for once? My teammates are standing behind me as I examine my new teeth, tail, and my new skin. How big of a hospital gown did they have to make for me? I should apologize for this. I should apologize for having been brought back. Nobody wants a fat girl on their team. Nobody likes a fat girl. Nobody cares about fat girls. My thoughts run rampant through my head as I start to zone out.

"Hey, Y/N, you good? I know it's a little weird at first..." Lyle asks. I snap out of it and start to walk towards the door. I ask for someone to take me to my room, and so they escort me to my new place. It's very nice. They give me a lot of clothes and tell me to get comfortable because I'll be here awhile.

I get changed and explore my room. It's well lit, and when the lights are off, you can barely see anything. That's good for sleep. The bed is soft and it is comfortable.

When I get settled, the first number I call is my best friend. I tell her about how I just got resurrected and she asks how I feel.

"Fucking horrible. My body is still as fat if not fatter than it was before, my hair is messy, my skin is blue now, I have a weird tail and sharp teeth, and I just want to die again. I would like to die over and over again until they bring me back in at least a smaller body."

My friend tries to comfort me but her advice just doesn't do the trick this time. I tell her I gotta unpack and get situated. We say goodbye and I hang up.

Fuck, why did they have to do this to me?

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I hear a knock at the door. I roll my eyes, making a game out of guessing who wants to talk to me now. I open the door, seeing my old friend, Alicia Zdinarsk. I invite her in and she offers to help me unpack. I accept her offer, and as we unpack, she tells me how weird it was for her to wake up blue as well. I wanted to shout IT'S NOT THE BLUE! IT'S NOT THE TAIL, NOT THE TEETH, NOTHING LIKE THAT! but I held back. I can't argue without crying anyway.

"Hey, you okay? You kind of zoned out in the wakeup room." Z says. I reply, "Yeah, it's just I really wish they revived me in a smaller body. I don't know how they expect a fat girl to-"

"No. You're not gonna call yourself fat as an insult. You're so awesome, and I cannot imagine being here again without you. Sure, people on Earth might've hated fat people, but we're not on Earth anymore. And last time I checked, we all love you just as you are. You don't need to change anything about you. We love you more than you could ever imagine, okay?" Z said. I was stunned. "Okay." I replied. I was always amazed by their collective love for me, but I never thought it was as deep as this. Nobody has ever told me they love me in the way Z just did, let alone a whole team of soldiers.

"Hello?? Y/N, Z??? You in there??? Mansk is making cocktails for us and I want us all to be there when we get drunk and grind-y tonight!" Lyle yelled through the door, banging on it as he did so. "Lyle, we're gonna head over in a second! For right now, keep it in your pants!" Z yelled back. I chuckled as we finished the last box of stuff. I could hear Lyle make a noise of disappointment outside, not wanting to wait any longer. I rolled my eyes and looked into Z's deeply, before pulling her in for a little kiss. She returned it, and we hugged until Lyle came banging on the door again.

"Can we at least watch a movie in the meantime??"

MWAH hope yall enjoyed!! @dyingofcookies thought you would like this :3 💋💋

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Chosen You - Eddie Munson

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Summary : You come back to Hawkins and run into Eddie Munson, the boy you loved.

Warnings : angst, bittersweet ending, mention of pressure from parents about school, fake friends, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language.

A/N : So sorry for the delay ! I really hoped I was gonna publish it earlier but University is being unbearable right now... Anyway, here's the one shot from last week. Hope you'll enjoy it

Word count : 3.7k

French Version

Song inspiration : Back To December (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

A Blondie tape in your hands, you look for other music the store has to offer you. You don’t have a specific artist in mind, you just want to have more records in your collection and you missed the small Hawkins music store, too.

You keep searching until your eyes find a tape of Iron Maiden. You’re about to grab it, a nostalgic smile on your face, when another hand hits yours. You begin to apologise when you notice the person’s rings. Looking up, you find Eddie. You haven’t seen each other since you moved out last January after your dad got a job opportunity in another State. Eddie’s eyes are wide open as he’s looking at you before his face becomes neutral. His guard is up and you know why, unfortunately.

“What are you doing here? I thought you left.” Eddie questions, shocked.

“I did. We came back a few weeks ago to visit my family.”

“Oh, I see. Sounds logical.” he says awkwardly before making a gesture toward the shelf in front of you, “You can take the tape if you want.”

“No, go ahead. I just wanted to look at it.”

Eddie takes the tape, quickly checks the price before beginning to leave.

“How’s life?” you suddenly ask, stopping him in his tracks.

“I’ve been good.” Eddie informs, turning to you.

“What about Wayne? I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“He’s doing okay, too.”

You gaze at Eddie and notice how tense he is. He replies with short sentences and doesn’t ask you questions, probably to finish this conversation as quickly as possible. You’re not even surprised when you realise this. You should have expected it. Though, by coming back to Hawkins, you absolutely wanted to talk to him and now, there is your chance, you can’t let it go.

“Are you still playing at the Hideout?”

“Yeah, every Tuesday. We’ve finally caught the attention of some people. We’re also looking for a second place to play at.”

“That’s great. I’m very happy for you.” you admit, sincere.

“Thanks. I gotta go pay.” Eddie informs, showing you the tape and a new guitar string.

“Eddie, wait!” you hold him back once again. “I… I wanted to know if I could come see you perform at the Hideout.”

“It’s a free country. Do whatever you want.”

“And I was also hoping that, maybe, we could talk after the concert.” you begin, fidgeting with your fingers. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, I’d understand. I just want to talk, you wouldn’t even have to answer me, just listen. If that’s okay with you.”

“Huh, sure, why not. Meet me behind the bar once I’m done.”

“I’ll be there. Thank you, Eddie.”

Eddie pinches his lips together and lightly nods before leaving you. You’ve never had a conversation this awkward. You’re both walking on eggshells, as if you were strangers again and in some way, you are. Your heart tightens in your chest at this thought. Talking with Eddie is awkward whereas before, it used to be easy.

You had randomly become friends toward the end of your junior year. Indeed, you weren’t in the same social circle; Eddie was part of the outcast whilst you were one of the populars. However, thanks to one detention set at the same hour, you had met. The teacher who was supposed to supervise you had left you alone, allowing you to talk. You had matched instantly and by the start of the summer break, you were a couple.

One summer day, you were in his van while you were telling him he’d be playing at the Hideout in a few weeks. At first, Eddie didn’t believe you then, he saw your serious face and he realised it was the truth.

“What did you even do to have a bar allowing us to play?” Eddie asked.

“I can’t tell you my tricks.”

“Come on, tell me! I’m curious.”

“Let’s just say I learn a thing or two about sacrifices. You know, my boyfriend worships Satan so it was easy. I don't know if you know him.” you joked.

“Manson, right? I heard he was leading a cult. Are you sure he’s good for you? He doesn’t seem frequentable.”

“The problem is the age gap. He’s much older than me, so I think about dumping him.”

“Hey! I’m only one year older.” he said, defensive.

“It doesn’t change the fact you’re older than me. How was life when you didn’t have electricity?”

Eddie gave you a deadpan look to show his annoyance yet, he ended up laughing. You watched him laughing from the passenger side whilst enjoying the sound of his laugh and the way his face lit up. You could have admired him like this your whole life.

With Eddie, it was always easy to talk without giving you grief. You never took yourselves seriously and before meeting him, you hadn’t noticed how much you needed this. You had never felt this safe with someone before him.

On top of talking being easy, it was also comforting. You always struggled with opening up to people but with Eddie, you did. It took you a few months to be vulnerable with him, though. After the first time you did it, you realised Eddie wasn’t like the others and he would have never judged you.

One September night, you went to the trailer park with puffy eyes. You knocked on Eddie’s door with force. You were hugging yourself, searching for some kind of comfort. Upon opening the door, Eddie was at first happy to see you before noticing your face.

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

“Sorry, I… I should have called. I…” you stuttered before getting scared. “I shouldn’t have come. I’m gonna leave you alone.” you said turning around.

“Wait, tell me what’s wrong.” Eddie retorted, taking your hand.

“It’s nothing.”

“You were crying, it’s not nothing. Come here, we’ll be better inside.” he invited you with a sweet smile.

You entered without a response. Eddie’s worry worsened, he had always seen you smiling, ready to talk about anything for hours. He wasn’t used to you being silent and empty inside. Looking at you, he swore you could have collapsed at any given second. And maybe it was the case. He didn’t talk right away, giving you the time to gather your thoughts whilst you stayed silent, your eyes on your feet.

“What happened?” he finally asked you after a few minutes.

“It’s ridiculous. I told you it’s nothing bad.” you affirmed, brushing it off.

“Seeing the state you’re in, I wouldn’t say this.”

“I don’t want to bother you with my insignificant problems.”

Upon hearing you using the word “insignificant”, Eddie got annoyed. He cared a lot about you and he had quickly realised you always tended to think your problems were less important than others’. Obviously you didn’t have the same issues - you just had to look on the economic side, your family was well off unlike his but that didn’t mean you weren’t struggling with other things. Eddie admired your selflessness though he hated how it prevented you from putting yourself first.

“Talk to me, I’m here for you.” Eddie insisted.

“I argued with my parents. It’s not the first time but this time, it went too far.” you admitted, sighing. “It just started with my History grade and then, my parents kept reproaching me for everything and anything. They kept putting me down, saying I’m good for nothing. They told me it’s not with those grades I’d be able to get into Med School to which I replied I want to be a teacher and that was the beginning of the end. They clearly told me I could never do it and I could do better. Then, they criticised everything they could about me.” you confessed before taking a deep breath. “You know, I’m used to all of this, I shouldn’t feel so bad about it, yet it still hurts, Eddie. I feel like I’m a failure because of them and maybe I am. In any case, I’m not good enough.

At your last sentence, you broke down into tears once more. Eddie didn’t wait a minute before taking you in his arms.

“You’re good enough, even more than that. And you’re not a failure either. You’re smart and I know you’ll succeed in your life no matter what you do. Don’t listen to them.”

Eddie repeated these sentences as a way of calming you down. You cried until you shed the very last tear while holding him as if he was your lifeline.

As soon as you finally started breathing normally again, you felt a headache coming, then you broke the embrace, still avoiding his eye ; you felt ashamed because of the way you cried. You had never let anyone see that side of you before. You had always dealt with your feelings on your own. For you, no one was supposed to know when you were in pain inside.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” he asked you, frowning.

“I came here without telling you first and I just talked about my problems. You could have been busy or something and I only thought about myself.”

“Don’t apologise for that. I’m your boyfriend, remember? I’m not only here for the happy moments, I’m also for your bad days. It’s my job to be here for you.” Eddie affirmed, stroking your cheek.

“Sure but I wanted to be the perfect girlfriend for you, always smiling, I didn’t want you to think less of me and-”

“You don’t have to be perfect.” Eddie interrupted you. “We’re humans, we’re not supposed to be perfect, even less when we’re our age so don’t worry about it. My opinion on you hasn’t changed.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” you started with a light smile. “It means a lot to me what you just said. I love you.” you let go without realising before having your eyes wide open. “Oh my God, sorry, I-”

“I love you, too.”

After Eddie’s sentence, you lovingly looked into each other’s eyes before sharing a short, yet full of love, kiss. You hugged Eddie again, needing to feel him against you.

After enjoying the embrace for a moment, you went to his bedroom to rest, being emotionally drained. Eddie gave you medicine for your headache then, you fell asleep quickly after, Eddie’s comforting arms wrapped around your waist.

From that day on, you started being more vulnerable with Eddie, learning to open up to him more, letting him in when you needed to. Your relationship evolved, becoming stronger. You knew deep down Eddie was someone good for you and you were happy with him.

Unfortunately, your efforts weren’t enough.

December had just begun and every student of Hawkins High was happy. Winter break was around the corner just like the famous winter prom. Everyday, people were getting asked out. Generally, it was a cute proposal but, sometimes, the refusal could be harsh.

Eddie and you had talked about prom without really going on about it. He had mentioned it to you as a way to discover if it was something you were looking forward to. Eddie couldn’t care less about it however, he had thought that maybe it wouldn’t be the same for you. You had told him you’d like to go but you weren’t doing a countdown until prom. Furthermore, you were also busy with packing because you'd be moving out in January so going to prom was the last thing on your mind.

On top of prom, you had discussed that maybe it was time to be less secretive about your relationship; precisely, no one knew about you two after seven months of being together. Eddie didn’t want you to get mocked at and as for you, you enjoyed having this relationship only for yourself. All of your life, you had complied with your parent’s and your friends’ expectations. However, with Eddie, it was different and you wanted to protect this part of your life.

And this is how Eddie found himself with a small bouquet of roses in hand, waiting for you at the end of the school day in the school parking lot. He was trying to convince himself the roses weren’t too much. Girls liked roses, right? He hoped you weren’t the exception to the rule. And also, it was a prom proposal, it had to be sappy. Sure, this wasn't like Eddie and he knew you weren’t that romantic though, he also knew that from time to time, you appreciated a cliché yet sentimental gesture.

Eddie had skipped the whole day to rehearse what he was going to say. Despite being an extrovert and his ability to improvise a speech, he wanted it to be perfect for you and not being the romantic type, he was scared of losing his composure.

Once Eddie saw you leaving school with some of your friends, he took a deep breath before walking closer to you. As soon as you saw him coming, you frowned. After all, he was supposed to skip school, you didn’t expect to find him there. You also noticed his nervosity, something not normal about Eddie.

“Is the Freak really holding a bouquet?” your friend Juliet said, surprised.

“Is he coming our way?” your other friend Sarah questioned.

“God, I hope not.”

Upon hearing your friend’s comments, you remembered you weren’t alone. They still didn’t know you were with Eddie and their remarks were the reasons why. You didn’t plan on Eddie coming to see you whilst you were with them. Sure, you talked about not keeping it a secret anymore but you didn’t think you’d be doing it right now. Your stomach twisted, fearing what was going to happen.

“Y/N, can we talk?” Eddie asked with a nervous smile.

“She’ll go nowhere with you. Talk to her here.” Juliet ordered before you could answer.

“Very well.” he accepted, starting to feel more uneasy. “I know we didn’t really talk about going to prom together, especially because it’s not the kind of thing I like, but I know you’d like to go so, if you want to, I would be happy to be your date. Oh, I also got you some flowers.” Eddie nervously said, handing you the bouquet yet, you didn’t move. “It’s too much, isn’t it? I knew it’d be too cliché-”

“Is the Freak bothering you?” Jason Carver questions, coming towards you with other guys from the basketball team.

“He asked Y/N to go to prom with him.” Sarah informed, making your friends laugh.

“Seriously? Are you that dumb?”

“It’s none of your business, Carver.” Eddie retorted with gritted teeth.

“What makes you think she’d like to go out with a guy like you?”

“Because being with a guy like you would just be a disappointment. And also, I know she wants to go out with a guy like me.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“I’m not gonna talk with you anymore. So, Y/N, what do you think?”

“You don’t have to answer him.” Jason interrupted him.

“Do you want to go to prom with me?” Eddie asked anyway.

After hearing Eddie’s question, all of your friends started snickering at him. Eddie sucked it up to not react, focusing on you instead. Though he didn’t understand why you were friends with them, he still didn’t want to create a fight out of respect for you. Besides, this moment was supposed to be romantic, it couldn’t end in a bad way.

As for you, your brain had stopped working. You didn’t know what to do anymore and your friends’ laughter and comments weren’t helping. You could see Eddie was waiting for a positive answer from you but the peer-pressure was preventing you from jumping into his arms while accepting his proposal and taking his bouquet. You opened and closed your mouth several times, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, you heard one of your closest friends saying how ridiculous your ‘potential’ relationship with Eddie would be, on top of being destined to fail and before you could realise it, you replied:

“Eddie, you seem like someone nice but we don’t know each other so no. Don’t take it the wrong way, I didn’t want to go to prom in the first place. I appreciate you thinking of me though.”

“Wow, you’re right, we clearly don’t know each other.” he replied, hiding the hurt in his eyes. “How stupid I was to think you’d be different from them.”

And with these words, Eddie violently threw the bouquet of roses at your feet then walked away. You watched him leave with teary eyes while you were mentally calling yourself names. Your friends were bursting out laughing at his humiliation. You stayed there, frozen for a few minutes, not believing what you just did. After everything Eddie did for you, you put him down. After all the love Eddie gave you, you let him down for friends who never cared about you.

That night, you cried yourself to sleep. The pain in your chest was unbearable, you thought you deserved it, though. Eddie was probably in a worse state. You had broken his trust. He would be mad at you his whole life, that was for sure.

You never dared to call him, too ashamed to face him. Moreover, with your move getting closer, you tried to make yourself feel better by thinking that your relationship was going to end regardless. This thought was only comforting for a second before guilt would twist your stomach. You ended up leaving Hawkins without being able to say you’re sorry even though you wished more than anything to fix the situation.

But now, you have the chance to do it. You can finally make up for your mistakes. You have to do it, even if there is a risk Eddie gets mad at you. You’re ready to face his anger as long as you can apologise to him. He deserves your apologies.

Tuesday night, you arrive at the Hideout whilst Corroded Coffin has already started playing a few minutes ago. You make yourself discreet, staying in one of the corners of the bar. Glancing around, you notice that only a few people are listening to them which annoys you. You don’t like seeing Eddie’s band not being fully appreciated.

While Corroded Coffin is performing, you realise they’ve improved a lot. Additionally, now, they play more original songs than covers. During the concert, your eyes are set on Eddie. You watch him being happy to perform even if the public is composed of a few drunks and you. He’s having fun with his friends, his smile is genuine. You miss his sweet smile. It always had a therapeutic effect on you. You wish you could still be the reason behind his smile.

You pay attention to every song. The last one hits you the most. You don’t need to listen to the chorus to know it’s about your break up. As you listen to his pain through the music, your heart breaks once again. You see in Eddie’s eyes that he feels every emotion whilst he’s singing, as if you had ripped his heart out of his chest yesterday. At that moment, you wish everything was different. You wish you were the inspiration behind a song that makes him happy on stage, not one where it feels like he might break down the next second.

When Corroded Coffin finishes performing, you applaud them, followed by a few other people who do it to be polite. Eddie goes behind the bar and you follow him a few minutes later.

Outside, Eddie lights a cigarette whilst you get closer to him, embarrassed and your arms crossed on your chest.

“Your performance was awesome.” you compliment, catching his attention.

“Thanks. So, you wanted to talk, right?” he asks, bringing his cigarette to his lips. “I’m listening.”

“Oh, yeah… I… I wanted to apologise.” you stutter, avoiding his gaze for a second. “You’re a good guy, Eddie and I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did, you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry for breaking your heart and above all, I’m sorry for that day. I shouldn’t have humiliated you like this by saying I didn’t know you, it was mean. I wish I could say I acted like this because of the pressure from my friends but they didn’t force me to say no. I had a choice between standing by my feelings for you in front of everyone and giving up on you and I picked the wrong option. I should have chosen you. I swear if I could, I’d go back to December and change everything. I’d make sure to not run for my life and to love you like you loved me. I’d go back in time and change it but I can’t, I know it. I’ll always live with the regret of losing you because of my own stupidity. You were the best boyfriend I ever had and that I’ll probably ever have.” you say, emotional. “So I’m saying sorry for everything that I did. And if, by some miracle, you agreed to talk to me again, to give me one last chance, I swear I’d love you right. Not necessarily in a romantic way but I wouldn’t ruin everything once again. I know what I’m saying doesn’t erase the pain I caused you and you don’t have to answer anything to what I’ve said but you deserve to hear it.” you finish, clearing your throat. “I’m gonna leave you alone now.” you add before starting to walk away.

“Y/N, wait!” Eddie holds you back and you turn to him. “Thanks for what you just told me. I appreciate it. I don’t know if I’ll be able to forget what you did but I appreciate your apologies.”

“You gave me so much, it’s the least I could do. I hope the next person you find will know how to love you like I should have.”

You give him one last smile before leaving. You feel a weight lifting off your shoulders now that you’ve properly made your amends, though you know the guilt will never go away. Maybe in another universe, you didn’t make the mistake of pushing him away? In any case you find some comfort to that thought.

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GH Couples Inspired By Taylor Swift Songs

Had this in my drafts for FOREVER. thought it was a good time to post it haha.

Alan and Monica: The Last Great American Dynasty

And they said

"There goes the last great American dynasty"

"Who knows if she never showed up, what could've been"

Luke and Laura: My Tears Ricochet

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

'Til my dying day

Luke and Tracy: Better Man

I know

I’m probably better off all alone

Than needing a man who could

Change his mind at any given minute

Laura and Scotty: New Year’s Day

Please don't ever become a stranger

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Laura and Kevin: Lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Kevin and Lucy: Delicate

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Frisco and Felicia: Closure

Yes, I'm doing better

I know that it's over, I don't need your

Closure

Mac and Felicia: Ours

And life makes love look hard

The stakes are high, the water's rough

But this love is ours

Robert and Anna: It's Nice to Have a Friend

Call my bluff, call you "babe"

Have my back, yeah, everyday

Anna and Valentin: Sparks Fly

My mind forgets to remind me, your a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really something

You find I'm even better than you, imagined I would be

Sonny and Brenda: The 1

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

Sonny and Carly: Haunted

You and I walk a fragile line

I have known it all this time

Sonny and Alexis: Blank Space

So hey, let's be friends

I'm dying to see how this one ends

Stone and Robin: Sad Beautiful Tragic

We had a beautiful magic love there

What a sad beautiful tragic love affair

Robin and Patrick: This Love

This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead

Lucky and Elizabeth: Tolerate It

While you were out building other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

Nikolas and Emily: Happiness

There'll be happiness after you

But there was happiness because of you

Nikolas and Elizabeth: Dress

Our secret moments in your crowded room

They've got no idea about me and you

Ned and Alexis: Stay Stay Stay

You took the time to memorize me

My fears, my hopes and dreams

I just like hanging out with you

All the time

Alexis and Julian: Death By A Thousand Cuts

I get drunk but it's not enough

'Cause you're not my baby

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

LuLu and Dante: Wildest Dreams

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow you around

Sam and Jason: It’s Time To Go

15 years, 15 million tears

Begging 'til my knees bled

I gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all

Then wondered why I left

Sam and Dante: Cardigan

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

Chase and Brook Lynn: Mastermind

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates

And all the stars aligned

You and I ended up in the same room

At the same time

Spencer and Trina: Invisible String

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

Cameron and Jossyln: Karma

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

Of everyone you burned just to get there

Elizabeth and Franco: Red

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go

Maxie and Nathan: Enchanted

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

#general hospital #gh #quartermaines #Laura Webber #Luke Spencer #Anna Devane #Robert Scorpio #LnL2 #more GH couples #bored and this came to mind #sprina #naxie #friz #sorry for some bad gif quality #some of these I have STANNED #others are just popular ships

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mrchiipchrome · 7 months

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So here are some prompts from songs that I've got ideas around, feel free to request blurbs for whoever:)

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1. -Honestly I’m better as your boy, I’d be kinda shitty as your man. Let’s go back to only being friends.

2. -I don’t wanna fall in love, -No?, -No.

3. -Oh…I got way too attached, -That wasn’t the plan?, -No

4. Where’d all the time go?

5. -Time to get out, I don’t want you around.

6. -I couldn’t see you the way you saw me.

7. -I tried my best to be worth all your while, -You just gotta let me go.

8. -Loving you was a hazard, so I got my heart a helmet.

9. -You like the pretty girl, with the pretty voice?

10. -She might let you stay, but just for the night.

11. -Oh I’m down on my hands and knees, begging you please, baby.

12. -You’re making me crazy.

13. -I’m feeling so tired, really falling apart.

14. -It just doesn’t make sense to me, why you’d stick right next to me, wherever I go.

15. -I feel the way you’re looking at me through my peripherals.

16. -Next thing I know she was feeling on me.

17. -I just hope you don’t wanna leave me…

18. -Only I belong with you and only you darling.

19. -I think of her so much it drives me crazy.

20. - I hope you find peace for yourself, -New girlfriend ain’t gonna fill the void.

21. -I went to hell and back, just to find peace.

22. -I can’t describe what I’m feeling.

23. -I don’t care how long it takes, as long as I’m with you I’ve got a smile on my face.

24. -Save your tears

25. -It will be okay, as long as you’re here with me.

26. -I wish I could live through every memory again.

27. -So, can I call you tonight?

28.-She looks just like a dream.

29. It’s just like seeing her for the first time, again.

30. -Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise.

31. -I’d rather lose somebody than use somebody.

32. -It’s you and me, always forever.

33. -...is the girl that I wanna kiss.

34. -You know I get so forgetful looking in her eyes.

35. -There’s nothing to keep you from falling in love.

36. -Cause all of the small things that you do, are what reminds me why I fell for you.

37. -Don’t forget to kiss me.

38. -I might need you or I’ll break.

39. -I act like I don’t care

40. -I bet you wish that I was still right there.

41. -I think I like you best when you’re just with me and no one else.

42. -No one can save me but you.

43. -You never felt this way?

44. -I’d never dreamed that I’d love someone like you.

45. -Everytime you go away, you take a piece of me with you.

46. -I can feel your body move.

47. -I want you here with me, from tonight until the end of time.

48. -You’re just too good to be true, I can’t take my eyes off of you.

49. -You’d be like heaven to touch.

50. -Please let me know that it’s real.

51. -I wanna feel you in my arms again.

52. -You’re the light in the deepest, darkest hour.

53. -There goes my baby.

54. -I’ll never deserve you

55. -Just hold me now

56. -What do you say when words are not enough?

57. -It feels like you don’t care

58. -No, not a single tear

59. -Tell me what you heard

60. -A pretty face with some cute lips.

61. -So kiss me once and kiss me twice, and kiss me once again.

62. -It’s been a long time.

63. -When you kiss me, heaven sighs.

64. -When you press me to your heart, oh I’m in a world apart.

65. -Give your heart and soul to me.

66. -I’m in heaven.

67. -I want my arms around you.

68. -It’s nice to have you back, where you belong.

69. -The band is playing, -One of our old favorite songs.

70. -Leave your worries on the doorstep my dear.

71. -Life can be sweet.

72. -Oh I’m on the sunny side of the street.

73. Stars shining bright above you.

74. -Dream a little dream of me.

75. -Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me.

76. -Promise to me, you’ll dream.

77. -We may never, never meet again.

78. -Oh when you’re smiling, the whole world smiles with you.

79. When I saw you last night and got that old feeling.

80. -When you caught my eye, my heart stood still.

81. -Give me a kiss to build a dream on.

82. -Oh, give me your lips just for a moment.

83. -Wherever you’re going, I’m going the same way.

84. -We have all the time in the world.

85. -Give me your kisses, I’ll give you my heart.

86. -Give me the right to call you all mine.

87. -Though we’re apart, you’re part of me still.

88. -You came, -You saw?, -Oh you conquered me.

89. -Fantastic? Oh that’s you.

90. -I still get jealous.

91. -All my wildest dreams come true, -When I’m near you?

92. -Love makes me treat you the way that I do.

93. -You’re afraid each thing I do, -Is just some evil scheme?

94. -Why can’t I free your doubtful mind, and melt your cold cold heart?

95. -Pardon the smile on my face dear.

96. -Your lips are as warm and sweet as wine.

97. -I’ll keep you safe.

98. -For I can’t help falling in love with you.

99. -My heart is yours.

100. Bound to falling in love.

101. -I knew a girl just like you once.

102. -I'll always look out for you.

103. -I won't let you down.

104. -One day it'll all make sense.

105. -For you, I'd bleed myself dry.

106. -Baby, you’re the best.

107. -I haven’t seen you in a long time.

108. -I gave it all for a fantasy.

109. -I'll love you better if you let me.

110. -I'll love you forever.

111. -My heart is a broken mess

112. -Are you honest?

113. -I’ll take you just the way you are.

114. -You’ll always have my unspoken passion.

115. -I hope no one catch us, -But I kinda hope they catch us

116. -Baby you’re all mine.

117. -Maybe it couldn’t work out in the end.

118. -I know you want me.

119. -I’ve been getting mixed signals.

120. -I’m just trying to get closure.

121. -I know she’s a loser.

122. -Is it wrong?, -Is it right?

123. -Nobody does it like you do.

124. -You’ve begun to feel like home.

125. -I’ll be right here.

126. -I've been trying to get you out the friend zone.

127. -Baby, am I your little secret?

128. -And I guess I’ll just miss her, even though she isn’t even really gone…things are just different.

#woso #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #arsenal wfc #writing promts

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mossmurdock · 4 months

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mosss!!!!! do you have any songs that remind you of knight!sugu??? or maybe just knights overall?? i'm so curious heheheh

- @softgirlgonehaywire

oh my god mickey the can of worms uve just opened,,,this is such a goood question!!! ive had knight suguru in mind specifically for these along with butcher!reader in mind

divine loser by clem turner

tongue & teeth by the crane wives

sane by haley heynderickx

weak for your love by thee sacred souls

how i get myself killed by indigo de souza

i now realize nearly all of these are very angsty songs but i promise the fic itself wont be so awful!! (so far...) this is a very short list atm, but i am for sure going to update it eventually this was so fun to think about i cannot believe i hadnt before!

i didnt just want to list these so here r some specific lyrics that particularly hit for me while thinking about the au. (its taking everything in me not to include all the lyrics rn LMAO)

first up is divine loser by clem turner!!

dear god this song guys. this song. it is so suguru geto, it has his name written all over it!! i really do overuse it in any writing i have for him because this guy is so truly a divine loser. a wet ball of eurgh but in an almost religious way i hate him (lie)

here are some of the lyrics:

My bad habits don't heal They wear a different dress I'm coming down with something I lost my own respect

I bit my fingernails Until I tasted bone So my body remains But my purpose just stopped

DEAR GOD DO YOU GUYS SEE THE VISION??? he's so..he's so....i cant anymore yall. (spolier!! this is also such an amazing song for preist!suguru I MEAN COME ONNNN)

anyway next is tongue & teeth by the crane wives!

this one is angsty<33

And I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent

You gotta know that this won't last Desperation will erase the fact

I will only wring you dry of everything But if you're fine with that If you're fine with that

there are so many more lyrics i have in mind here but these are the ones that make me go "HURRAY HUZAH!!" for this one specifically, im seeing it as from the pov of the reader and addressed to suguru (i hope this doesnt spoil much LMAO)

next is sane by haley heynderickx!

another one where i had the reader in mind, though it was a bit more difficult somehow. im not sure how to explain it, but the significance of this one is a little more complex? hopefully that makes sense

Why am I frightened if it's all just a game But the look in your eyes Oh the look in your eyes Oh the look in your eyes kept me sane

Why am I childish, oh why can't I make sense If everything's certain, well I'm certainly offended

(this lyric in particular has me thinking of both of them!! themes of struggling to understand the world around you. DO YALL GET IT!??!)

next is weak for your love by thee sacred souls!

oh this one is so sweet, it is wonderful and warm and i love the sound of it i highly recommend it. the repetitiveness of the lyrics really get to me here because repetition is such a love struck thing isn't it? and that's a huge part of the beginnings of their relationship (at least what i have in my head so far<3)

Pretty lady, you have me so weak Pretty lady, you have me so weak

You have my heart inside your hands (you have my heart) Baby, be careful what you do with me (be careful, baby) You have control of all the strings (ooh) Baby, be careful what you do with me, me (be careful)

Oh, baby, I go crazy for your love Oh, baby, I go crazy for your love

TEARS THIS SONG APART LOVINGLY RAGGGHHHHHHH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH CRUNCH SNAP TEAR

here comes the very last one!! how i get myself killed by indigo de souza

oh and we r back to angst :'0 ++also this is by one of my very favorite artists pls check them out!!

on another note! this is a song i also used for my fic "more than living" which again, seems very redundant, but i can't help myself. reduce, reuse, recycle is my very best motto.

This is probably how I get myself killed This is probably how I get myself killed This is probably how I get myself killed This is probably how I get myself killed (more important repetition are we seeing a pattern here? LOL)

Oh, come when you're called If this all we've got to work with, then it's all we've got to blame

I'm lovin' your skin darlin', I'm lovin' this hot morning I need to be kicked, maybe fucked, maybe told I'm in the way

the initial meaning of this song, if im correct, is based on a very toxic relationship. which still somewhat applies to this au, but ive sort of expanded on it another way. i had suguru's responsibilities and duties as a knight on the mind! the beckoning!! come dog, and heel while you're at it! <- that sort of thing if yall catch my draft and ofc the reader picks up on this,,,and is maybe a little mean about it :o

anyway WE ARE FINALLY AT THE END LETS GOOOO!!! this was soo much fun! thank you so much for the ask darling i loved it<33

BUT IM VERY CURIOUS NOW!! ur such an inspiration do have any fic playlists of your own, or any stray songs floating around reminding you of certain fics or characters or even interactions?? I WILL TAKE ANYTHING AND PLEASE DO TALK ABOUT IT (if u have the time ofc)

i unfortunately have yet to get through much of your longer writing but i would absolutely love to have something to listen to when i can!

#this got so unbelievably long i am so sorry mickey #but thank u again this was such a treat!!#moss answers #ch: geto suguru #the way i correlate songs gets very iffy btw so i completely understand if some of these make zero sense LMAO #i catch a vibe and half the time it will only make sense in my own head #there r probably so many mistakes in this post but im too excited to post it !!

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southernbluebellereader · 1 year

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Guardian Angel

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick (COD MW2) x F! Signaler/Radiowoman Reader - Bubbling Relationship

A/N: This was a special request for @itsasecrets-things - I hope you enjoy it! It's my first time writing for Gaz, so please bear with me lol. This was low-key inspired by the song Angel by Jimi Hendrix (such a good song).

Summary: Y/N is a signaler/radiowoman in the military and often gets assigned on the same missions that Kyle is in, thus acting as a Guardian Angel for him. Has earned the call sign "Angel" because of it.

Word Count: 582

Master List

(Tag list at the bottom)

“This is Angel, what can I get ya’?”

“I need a chopper down in- Y/N? Is that you?”

“That’s what’s on my name tag, Sarg,” chuckling, Y/N began typing on her computer at the makeshift base, “Watchu need the chopper for, Sarg? I need coordinates.”

A small smile forming on his face, Kyle told her the coordinates for where he and Price were, “Didn’t know you were here, Y/N.”

“I got eyes everywhere, Kyle, I’m an angel, remember? You and the Cap alright?” Y/N continued to click and tap on her computer, sending a helicopter to their location, “Chopper eta 5 minutes. Get ready, she can’t stay for long.”

“Yeah, we’re good. Good to hear your voice, Y/N.”

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“Kyle? Kyle!” Frantically looking at the screens above her for Kyle’s location, Y/N’s fingers move quickly across the keyboard, shouting commands in her microphone across multiple radio channels.

“Captain Price. Sergeant Garrick, do you read me?” She was answered with radio static. She cursed under her breath, she hated when people didn’t listen to her. She had clear aerial views of the building that they were in, warning them of enemies hiding in corners - but of course, Captain Price and his men wanted to play superheroes and go in blind.

Taking a deep breath, she opened up her comm again, “141, this is Angel, do you read me?”

Radio static once more. Fucking shit.

Then-

“Y/N… This is Sergeant Garrick-” static came back and forth, but his voice managed to come through.

“Kyle! Where are you?” Y/N resumed rapid typing on her keyboards, finding their location and redying back up and medical teams, “Back up and medical ready and their way to you. Stay on the line with me, Sarge.”

“...Thanks, Angel Cake…”

Even when hurt and possibly dying, Kyle still managed to make Y/N smile.

—

“How you holding up, Kyle?” Y/N crossed her arms as she gave Kyle a quick look-over as he sat on the edge of the bed, putting his jacket back on.

“Been better,” Kyle winked at Y/N, “Had my little guardian angel on my side.”

“Very funny, Kyle.”

“Don’t believe me?” Kyle hopped down from the bed and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders as they started walking out of the med bay, “Only reason I’m still here is because of you.”

“Because you realized at the last minute that I was right, Kyle,” Blushing slightly at his action, somehow she could faintly smell his cologne, “I told you, I got eyes everywhere, you just gotta listen to me.”

“If I always listened to you, we wouldn’t have any fun, would we, Angel Cakes?”

—

“I have a delivery for Y/N.”

Y/N turned her chair around from her desk and saw a delivery man holding a bouquet of red and pink flowers and an envelope. Blushing slightly, she stood up and received the flowers from him, thanked him, and sent him on his way. Smelling the flowers, she earned little shrieks and “oohs” and “aahs” from her coworkers, making her blush deeply.

She sat back down at her desk and opened up the little envelope that read:

Fly on my sweet angel

Forever I will be by your side

Come see me after work, Angel Cakes

Feeling giddy and in love like a school girl, Y/N shrieked inside her head with excitement. A smile was plastered on her face until the end of the day.

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@ateliefloresdaprimavera @galagcica @sweetybuzz25 @wisedinosaurpolice @itsasecrets-things @ronbon @lieutenantlashfaz @piper570 @shuttlelauncher81

#cod #call of duty #Kyle Garrick #sergeant Kyle Garrick #Kyle gaz garrick #sergeant Kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #call of duty gaz #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii #call of duty mw

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banannabethchase · 6 months

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A Little Bit Camera Shy (But You're Still a Star) - also on AO3

Wheeler's never really thought twice about Danny streaming and filming his videos in their apartment. That is, until he posts one in Wheeler's bedroom.

Bingo square N3, complete! Title from Camera Shy by School Boy Humor. Shh leave me alone I love this song.

“Home,” Wheeler calls into the house. He yawns, stretching his arms above his head.

His roommate looks at him for a little too long, with that annoying pinched expression. “Cool,” Danny says, going back to his computer. “I gotta work tonight, so…” He trails off, an eyebrow raised.

“Right,” Wheeler says. “I kind of want to see a movie, anyway.”

He throws his stuff in his bedroom, bag bouncing. He’s dripping sweat, gross as hell, and will have to have a shower before doing anything else. The noises from Danny’s room are unmistakable. Whatever helps Danny pay his part of the rent, Wheeler tells himself. But he always feels…something, when he hears it.

The noises, the moaning, come through the walls as he showers. It’s not the first time he’s jerked off to hearing porn in the next room. Probably isn’t the last. He pretends it’s the same hearing it made as hearing it finalized. It’s not weird.

“Heading out,” Wheeler calls.

“Later!” Danny calls. He never uses Wheeler’s name when he’s streaming. Wheeler assumes it’s a courtesy.

He and Mox see Oppenheimer and he whispers historical context the whole time as Mox asks questions.

“Wanna get dinner?” Mox asks, lighting a cigarette as they leave the theater.

“Yeah, probably should,” Wheeler mutters. Danny usually only has to work, really work, two nights a week, but it’s usually a marathon of five or six hours. He came home in the middle of it once. He doesn’t feel comfortable repeating that experience. “Chili’s?”

“You have shitty taste in shitty food,” Mox says, blowing the smoke in Wheeler’s face. Wheeler kicks him in the shin, and then he’s in a headlock, and then he punches Mox directly in the ass. Mox yelps. “Hey! Be careful with the goods!”

“Like Claudio hasn’t already damaged the fuck out of those goods already,” Wheeler says with a grin, ducking Mox’s arm.

They get Olive Garden, because Mox said he was craving shitty pasta, and Wheeler brings back breadsticks, some salad, and a serving of pasta primavera for Danny along with the leftovers of his own meal.

“You ever gonna admit you like him?” Mox asks as they stop at Wheeler’s door.

Wheeler tries to kick at Mox’s knee, but misses, nearly dropping the bag of food. “Fuck off. Let me live.”

Mox shrugs. “Just saying. Me and Claudio danced around it for, like, five years. Don’t want you to make the same mistake.”

Wheeler wants to explain that the mistake, he thinks, would be ruining a clutch apartment with somebody who’s willing to pay extra for the third bedroom for his “office.” The mistake would be sticking his neck out and getting rejected by somebody whose face he sees every night before he falls asleep.

The mistake would be thinking it was possible.

“It’s not a mistake,” Wheeler insists. “It’s – pragmatic.”

“Prag – stop being all fancy, you dumbass.” Mox squeezes his bicep. “Love you. Later.”

Wheeler pushes open the door to their apartment. “Home again,” he yells, hoping Danny’s done with filming.

Danny peeks his head out from the bathroom, towel around his waist and looking better than should be allowed. Wheeler intentionally does not notice. “Oh, hey!”

“I got you dinner, if you want it,” Wheeler says. He sets it on the table. “Wrote your name on it and everything, but that’s mostly so you don’t eat my chicken parm.”

“That was one time!” Danny says, rolling his eyes. “But, uh. Thanks.” He flashes a smile toward Wheeler. “I appreciate it.”

It’s not even eight before Wheeler’s antsy and ready to be tired. But he’s wide awake, head spinning from the image of Danny in that towel burned in his mind and the conversation with Mox echoing in his head and, well.

He’s only a man.

His adventures on PornHub have changed drastically, now that he’s roommates with one of the most popular camboys. He skips past almost every video that has the word “twink” in it, almost every one that talks about jerking off alone. He knows that’s Danny’s wheelhouse, and Wheeler doesn’t want to know what Danny looks like when he’s…like that.

If Wheeler’s not the one making it happen, that is.

His face flaming hot, even in the privacy of his own home, he scrolls until he sees…

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Getting off in my hot roommates bed while he’s out.

Wheeler’s smarter than this. Wheeler is not a man who pays a premium for porn, and is definitely not the kind that watches porn starring people he knows.

But this is Danny, in his bed, in a $8.99 video with so many hits it should be ridiculous.

He spends the money, because he has to know. He has to know.

He’s a few seconds into the video, Danny preening and looking infuriatingly good, when he notices something. “Wait a minute,” he mutters. He looks more closely. That’s – that’s his newest library book on the table. This video was filmed today.

“Son of a bitch,” he mutters. He stands up and throws open the door to his bedroom before he can stop himself, stomping into Danny’s office without knocking. “You!”

Danny looks up. “The fuck is wrong with you? I’m editing!”

Wheeler grabs him by the scruff of the neck and throws him down the hallway and into the bedroom. “This!” Wheeler says. “This is what’s wrong!” He gestures to the video. “Care to explain?”

“I knew you’d be mad!” Danny whines. He buries his head in his hands. “God, I’m sorry. Just. My followers have been asking about it, and I – I couldn’t resist.”

Wheeler’s face burns, and he pretends it’s with rage and not embarrassment. “Do they like the idea of you making fun of me or something?” He’s more hurt than he has any right to be. “Let me guess: you talk about how lame and stupid I am the whole time, so the people with humiliation kinks can get off on it.”

Danny’s expression changes, but not the way Wheeler expected. “Wait, what?”

“You probably come when you’re pointing and laughing at a picture of me or something,” Wheeler grumbles.

“You didn’t watch it.” Danny’s eyes widen. “You don’t – you fucking idiot.” He grabs Wheeler’s computer and turns it around. “Sit down, you stupid fuck.”

Wheeler lets himself be thrown into the chair, because he’s still reeling from the reaction. “If this is because you think I get off on getting made fun of, you’ve got the wrong guy.”

“Watch,” Danny says, “the stupid fucking video.”

With an eye roll, Wheeler presses play.

Danny comes into frame a little hesitant, a little shy. It’s nothing like the guy Wheeler argues about the light bill with. This Danny is cute, almost, curled in on himself, like he isn’t six feet tall and shredded.

“Hey, everybody,” Screen Danny says. “Um, so, this was, like, super requested. I did a poll on OnlyFans, and this got 56% of the vote out of 5 different options.” He laughs a little, smiling as he rubs at the back of his neck. Wheeler hates how good Danny is at this, and hates how his dick perks up. “This is his bedroom.”

He gestures around, then settles onto Wheeler’s sheets gently. He smooths his hands.

Wheeler hits pause. “Did you use my fucking desk as a tripod?”

Danny shrugs. “It was easier than risking leaving marks in the floor with my actual tripod, okay?”

“Yeah, making it available on PornHub really kept it discrete,” Wheeler mutters. Against his better judgement, he hits play.

“Y’all are probably already laughing at me,” Screen Danny says, breathy. His hands fist in Wheeler’s comforter. “He’s so cute though, guys. So cute.” He bites his lip, takes a deep breath. “God, the things I want him to do to me in this bed.” He visibly swallows, then kicks his socked feet up on the bed, sliding them on the comforter. Wheeler tries to will away his now very insistent boner.

“He’s got these abs,” Danny says, stretching out on the bed. He tilts his face to the pillow, and inhales. “He smells so good, all the time. But I shouldn’t.” He goes sheepish as he looks into the camera, fluttering his eyelashes. He glances at the door. “Well, he is at the movies. Earlier, he went to the gym, and came back…God.” He runs his hands down his neck. “He stays there for ages. It’s why he looks so goddamned good.” He glances at the door again, almost coquettish, then teases his thumbs in the waistband of his grey sweatpants.

Wheeler looks over. The same grey sweatpants the actual Danny is wearing right now.

“Are – are you already pitching a tent over a porn of yourself?!” Wheeler asks.

“Fuck you,” Danny says, but he blushes neon pink, and Wheeler hates how good it looks. He turns back to the screen, where Screen Danny has his sweatpants down his hips, hard, red cock curving upward, a shimmering wetness at the tip.

“I wanna suck his dick,” Danny murmurs, eyes shutting. Always the professional, he slants sideways to give the best view of him and his dick. “I want him to fuck my face so good I can’t talk the next day.” He makes eye contact with the camera and shows off, licking his hand.

Wheeler should hit pause. He doesn’t need to see more.

But he always loves to know how every movie ends.

“Danny,” he says, voice lower than he plans. “I bet you fucked yourself on your fingers on my bed, didn’t you.”

Danny burns even redder. “Um. Keep watching.”

Screen Danny strokes his cock a few times, enticing moans and whimpers from his lips. Wheeler grips the arms of his office chair.

“But even more than that,” Danny says, voice breathy and excruciatingly sexy, “I want him to fuck me. I pretend, sometimes.” He rolls over, ass to the camera, and Wheeler’s breath catches somewhere in his throat. There’s the base of a plug visible, bright pink. “I pretend this is him.” Danny turns back to the camera. “It’s not enough, though. It’s not as good as he’d be.” He reaches behind himself and pulls the plug out slowly, pushing it back in as his eyes flutter closed. He hums, the prettiest little smile on his lips. He drags the plug all the way out. “I know he’d give it to me good and hard.”

Wheeler pauses the video and spins in his chair to see Danny, standing in front of him, playing with his fingers. “Did you come?”

Danny freezes. “What?”

“Did you come in my room?” Wheeler asks. His heart is hammering.

Danny nods.

“Where?” Wheeler asks.

“On – on your bed,” he says. “All over myself.”

“D-did you have the plug in?” Wheeler doesn’t know why he keeps asking questions. He just knows he needs the answers.

Danny nods, and takes a half step closer to Wheeler.

“Did you pretend it was me?”

Danny leans across Wheeler and fast forwards the video, showing the end. Danny, flat on his back, comes all over himself crying Wheeler’s name, some landing on the sheets. Danny’s fucking himself so roughly with the plug that final spurts of come dribble out onto his stomach, his feet planted firmly on Wheeler’s comforter.

“Sorry,” he says, grinning at the camera, blissed out. “Kind of missed the money shot, but I got into it.” He blinks slowly. “I hope this met your expectations!” He blows a kiss to the camera. “See you later.” He winks, and the camera cuts to black.

Wheeler swallows hard. “You left come stains on my bedsheets.” He turns to Danny and stands. “You fucked yourself with a plug and pretended it was me.”

Danny nods. “I know it’s weird. I can look for another place if you want. I can –”

Wheeler doesn’t let him finish, and stands. He hauls Danny in, crushing their mouths together. Danny makes a whine so needy it’s closer to a mewl, and Wheeler walks them backward until the backs of Danny’s knees hit the bed. “You like me,” Wheeler says, pulling away, lips still so close to Danny’s they brush with every word. “You like me so much you got off in my bed and made a whole video about it.”

“It’s not just that,” Danny says, lower lip brushing Wheeler’s. “I talk about you. In – in my videos. People ask me to talk about you. They say I – they say I look better when I come when I’m thinking about you.”

Wheeler hauls him in again, but then shoves Danny onto the bed, covering his body. Danny’s hands are greedy and demanding. Wheeler can’t get enough of it, running his hands along Danny’s hot, soft skin. He slides his lips to Danny’s jaw, to his neck, nipping gently.

“Tell me what you like,” Wheeler says. “Like you do in the videos, baby. How do you look prettiest? How do people like you the best?”

“When it’s you,” Danny gasps. “Only – always when it’s you. Wheeler.” Wheeler pulls back at the tone in Danny’s voice to see him looking earnest and open. “Work isn’t anything compared to – to this. Compared to the real thing.”

It’s too much for him to handle. He kisses Danny again, trying to explain everything in his head that he can’t yet say, throwing clothes about the room. Their dicks slide together and Wheeler moans, hungry, into Danny’s mouth.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands, sliding his hands down Danny’s perfect body. “Tell me everything.”

“Fuck me,” Danny pleads. “Fuck me better than that plug. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“I mean it,” Wheeler promises. He fumbles in his bedside drawer. “You borrowed my lube?”

“I – it happens later in the video,” Danny says, looking almost cute with the embarrassment. “The stream loved it.”

“I bet they did.” Wheeler slicks up his fingers and shifts so he can throw Danny’s legs over his shoulders. “Okay?”

“Only if you get in me in the next five seconds,” Danny says, and Wheeler chuckles at how he can still be this infuriatingly demanding like this.

Wheeler slides a finger between Danny’s cheeks, pausing at Danny’s hole. “Pretty,” he murmurs, staring down at Danny’s face and he traces the rim. “So many people get to see it, but I get to do it.”

Danny whimpers. “Please, Wheels,” and the nickname is new. Wheeler circles his finger until he’s knuckle deep into Danny, reveling in the keening noises.

“Bet they love it when you make these sounds,” Wheeler mutters, pumping his finger slowly in and out. “Bet they wish they could make it happen. But it’s me, right?”

“Always been you,” Danny says, rolling his hips. “Fuckin’ – you come home from the gym, all sweaty. Want you on me.” His eyes literally roll back in his head as Wheeler scissors in another finger.

“I thought that was a porn thing,” Wheeler says. “Like – you actually do that because it feels good?”

“You have no idea,” Danny pants. “I – fuck.”

Wheeler crooks his fingers up, and Danny shouts. “Bet your plug can’t do it like that.”

“Now you’re just being a dick about it,” Danny says, but his eyes are still all unfocused and zoned out. “If you don’t get that dick in me…”

“What?” Wheeler asks, but he fucks his fingers into Danny with more intent, more speed. “Will you use the plug and know it’s not as good as me? Will you record yourself coming with my name coming out of your mouth?”

“Done that already,” Danny says.

“I – fair point.”

“I’m ready,” Danny says. “I promise, I know my body. You can fuck me now. Please fuck me now.”

“Are you sure?”

Danny’s face immediately goes all bitchy, like when Wheeler forgets to soak his mac and cheese pans in the sink. “Are you seriously asking the camboy if he knows when he’s ready to take a dick?”

Wheeler rolls his eyes and throws one of Danny’s legs down, angling his body to where he wants him. “You’re somehow even more annoying when I’m about to fuck you.”

“Then fuck me and maybe I’ll say nice things again,” Danny says, tilting his head all bitchy.

Wheeler goes easy into him, despite Danny’s insistence. He hasn’t done this in a while, and not – not when it feels this important, when it feels like it matters. Danny’s strangely quiet, eyes locked on Wheeler’s.

“Are – is this okay?” Wheeler asks. He pauses. “You’re not making any noise.”

“Is that – do you want me to?” Danny asks.

“I just assume, from the video,” Wheeler explains. He rolls his hips, settling in. It feels like he belongs here. “And from, uh. When you’re working when I’m home.” He’s not sure why saying that makes him a bit embarrassed, even as he’s inside of Danny. “You make a lot of noise.”

“I make a lot of noise for the camera,” Danny says, eyes sweet. “But – for real, I…” He trails out, reaching up to tangle fingers with Wheeler. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” Wheeler says, and he tries pulling back a little and pushing slowly back in. “Anything you want to do.” And he means it. “Well, okay, except for playing shitty music loudly at 3 in the morning.”

“Fuck off,” Danny says, grin a little blissed out. “K-Pop is awesome. You wish you were as cool as Lisa.”

Wheeler decides that, if he fucks Danny good enough, he might shut up. He’s right. Danny makes the tiniest, most kitten-like noises, sweet and soft and sticking to Wheeler’s heart like glue. This is special, he realizes, a version of Danny his subscribers don’t get to see.

They don’t get to see the way Danny’s eyes go when they meet Wheeler’s. They don’t get to feel the tight, warm heat of Danny’s body. They don’t get to feel Danny’s fingertips dig into their skin, or the way Danny rolls his hips up to take more of Wheeler’s cock.

They don’t get to ask, “Can – can I come in you?” and be the recipient of the most needy, insistent, “Yes.”

They don’t get to reach down and, finding Danny’s cock slick with precome already, stroke him until he’s coming and whimpering Wheeler’s name like it’s all he knows.

They don’t get to come so far inside of Danny they feel like they’ll stay there forever.

Wheeler’s breathing is so heavy he’s dizzy as he drops his head to Danny’s chest, feeling Danny’s hands come up and stroke his back.

“So, that just fulfilled, like, eight fantasies,” Danny murmurs. He starts running his fingers through Wheeler’s hair, so gently it’s almost too much.

“I don’t think I knew I had them, but ditto,” Wheeler says into Danny’s skin.

The reality of this, what it means, shifts along with Wheeler as he settles back, feeling cold as he loses the close skin contact. “It’s not cool to ask this,” he begins, already regretting his opening, “but, um. What’s this mean?”

To his surprise, the openness is still there in Danny’s face. “You want me honest?”

I want you always, Wheeler finds himself thinking. Instead, he nods.

“I want to do this again,” Danny says, slowly, like he’s carefully choosing his words. “And – and I want it to mean something.”

Wheeler relaxes. “I think I do, too.”

The next few weeks are the weirdest of Wheeler’s life. Apparently, with the way he talks about Danny, his friends thought they were already fucking. Danny’s dad said, “Fucking Christ, finally,” when they told him over FaceTime, and Wheeler’s parents asked, “Does this mean you’ll have space for our extra Christmas decorations when you move into the same room?”

“Have we just been secretly dating for, like, months now?” Wheeler asks, adjusting the poster of Blackpink that now resides next to the Weezer one that has to be moved a bit to the side to make it all balanced, according to Danny. “Nobody seems surprised.”

Danny shrugs, scrolling his phone on Wheeler’s bed. On their bed, Wheeler giggles. God.

“Oh, shit,” Danny says. “Wait. Okay, so, you know how we talked about making it official on my channel?”

Wheeler nods, moving Danny’s dresser a little to the right. Perfect. “Yeah? Are they being weird?”

“They want to see you,” Danny chuckles. “Like, meet you or something.”

Wheeler turns around, trying not to feel panicked. “I –”

“I already told them no,” Danny says. “You’re just the roommate on there – our real life doesn’t come to work.” He gets the kind of smile that usually means he’s about to go down on Wheeler in the middle of the movie theater or ride him while he plays Dead Cells. “But, um. How would you feel about being an off-camera talent?”

“Director?” Wheeler asks. “I’m listening.”

“Hey, everybody,” Danny says. He’s fully dressed, but Wheeler’s behind the tripod. “Guess who’s here.”

“Voice only,” Wheeler says. “But yeah, it’s me.” He winks at Danny over the camera. “Roommate turned boyfriend.”

Danny rubs the back of his neck. “We figured he could, uh. Be a bit of a director today. Choose which recommendations y’all throw out.” He throws a devastating smile at Wheeler. “Maybe make some calls himself.”

“What can I say?” Wheeler says, and his heart swells with the way Danny’s looking at him. “I love telling him what to do.”

Mini Playlist:

Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys

PLEASE - Omido, Ex Habit

Start a Fire - Ryan Star

Camera Shy - School Boy Humor

#DannYuta #WHOOPS THIS WENT FASTER THAN I EXPECTED #This one's for Sarah #in which Sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now???

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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year

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I'm a fairly new follower and I'm so glad to have found your blog. Congratulations!!

I'm curious what you will come up with this:

☠️🦖 "I would never have hurt you like you hurt me" for Benny!

Hey there! Welcome, welcome! The more the merrier!

And this is great, my goodness, this quote is so apt for this man and everything he puts the poor courier through.

(Also, just a heads up, this one is a teensy bit suggestive, but nothing explicitly NSFW happens at all. )

I hope you like it! 😁

The courier sat up slowly in bed, their tired eyes going instantly to an indistinct movement in the darkened corner of the hotel room. A dim morning glow brought their attention to their partner as the light played subtly over the white in his checkered jacket.

"You're leaving?" They voiced hoarsely.

Benny's gaze snapped to them as he finished donning his coat, his dark eyes glinting in the near-darkness, and then creasing over with a furrowed brow in a poor imitation of a genuine apology.

"Aw, you know how it is, baby. All good things gotta come to an end. Even our sweet song's gotta make room for the others on the radio."

Six rubbed at their eyes sleepily as their brain slowly moved to process his words.

"Ain't nothing to do with you though," He continued hastily as he approached their once shared bed. "No way, no how. 'S just the way things need to be, is all. Was real good seein' you again though."

Benny sat down beside them on the bed, his feet still on the floor, still prepared to leave, but he twisted his body to look Six's way as he spoke, reaching out one hand to brush softly over their thigh, where it rested beneath the thin bed sheet.

"Real good, sweetie-pie. Wouldn't trade last night's bit o' hey hey for the world..." Subtly and slowly, as he spoke, Six noticed the way Benny's free hand reached for the platinum chip on the bedside table, pulling it deftly into the safety of his palm. "Just New Vegas, is all."

"So this is it, then?" Six pulled their thigh away from his touch brisquely. "This is what you do?"

Hurt plastered to his face at their movement away from him, his eyebrows creasing together tightly, wrinkling his brow as he fixed them with sad eyes.

"Not catchin' your meaning there, doll. You can be sure as a mirage shimmers that I ain't done somethin' like this with any of the regulars of mine."

He said it as though that'd make them feel better.

Six's glare only hardened.

"Nah, babe, you're no dime-a-dozen." His hand reached out to them again, more firmly this time as he placed it back on their leg, giving it a squeeze he'd likely imagined would be reassuring. "You're platinum, just like I said last night."

Six's glare softened at the reminder of their shared evening, the sweet nothings, the gentle touches, the soft praise... but still, they shook their head at him.

"If I meant half as much as that chip does to you, you would stay here with me. We could figure this out together. Like we talked about."

"It's just not the way things are out here, lovebird." His hand moved over them again, stroking up and down their thigh as his voice took on a thinly concealed condescending tone. "It's the way a man's gotta be in the Mojave. A broad too. Any of us go gettin' too familiar, the risk only goes sky high, just like your old man's tower, ya dig? This is what's safest, trust me."

Six recoiled again, pulling away from his hand's stroking over them until they reached clear to the other side of the bed.

"Safest?" They hissed the word. "You're kidding me, right? If you gave two shits about my safety, I'd still know my own goddamn name. I wouldn't have these scars, Benny." One hand motioned to the bullet wounds he'd gifted them. Right on their face for the world to see. For them to remind him.

Benny flinched visibly at their gesture.

"If you gave a single damn about me, I wouldn't have had to be dragged out from 6 feet under by 'my old man's' protectron."

"Baby, that's just how we make it out here." Meekly, he scooted closer to them on the bed, his feet leaving the ground as the mattress bared his whole weight. "It was nothing personal, sweetheart. If you was in my position--"

"I never would have hurt you the way you hurt me, Benny. Never. It's not who I am."

They stood up, escaping any final attempt he made at reaching out to them, and wrapping their naked form securely in the bedsheets as they stepped away.

"You can go on trying to convince everyone that they're just as shitty as you are," They continued, malice dripping from their words, a mixture of anger and disappointment clouding their eyes. "That they're just as self-centered and cruel, but no matter how you tried to sweet talk me, no matter how many cute names you called me, no matter how softly you took me into your bed, you'll never again be able to convince me that you're anything more than a self-serving coward. A small, weak man whose greatest weapon is his own piss-poor excuses."

Benny's anger didn't boil over the way their's did, he didn't snap back at them, or try to defend himself, his eyes didn't harden and his brows didn't furrow. The chairman only sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe you're right, baby."

He stood up from the bed, one hand going to carefully place the platinum chip into the inside pocket of his chessboard blazer.

"May just be you're right about the ole Ben-Man, but... Thing is, I'm still here, doll. Not many cats I've met can say the same, ya dig?"

He ran his hands over himself, smoothing down any wrinkles in his clothes as he stepped to the vanity near the door. Pulling a comb from its drawers, Benny moved to fix his greased and curled hair before setting the comb back down carefully and turning to leave.

His hand set upon the doorknob, and just as the door opened towards him, Benny looked back over his shoulder.

"Might just give you something to think about."

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"Kiss me angrily" - AL ep. 1 Armin's POV

First of all, I want to thank @lycorispoison for giving me this idea and making me write something after a long time🥺🤧 And I have to thank beemoov too for giving me the drama I needed to feel alive again.

Miu gave me this idea when they mentioned how similar Armin's and Candy's story was to this song here: Jão - Me Beija Com Raiva. So I HIGHLY recommend you to read this piece while listening to it on repeat, it's a good song :)

I have to note that I made some small changes to the order of the lyrics so it could fit the plot well. And there are some changes on the dialogues too, but again, nothing much.

It's been a long time, guys!! I hope you like it 😭❤️

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De sonhadores a inimigos

from dreamers to haters

Você tá indo, vai me deixar aqui perdido

you’re leaving, you'll leave me here lost

"You can be happy, then. That problem is solved." She had a frown on her face and the fire in her eyes would have surprised even Scott Summers, the Cyclops. She had her lips pressed together in a thin line and swallowed before continuing, "You're not a part of my life anymore."

The words came out of her mouth like a whip, breaking any kind of pride he'd been holding on to since he'd seen her, prettier than ever, some hours prior and after three long years apart. She might as well have slapped him right across his face, the effect would've been the same.

And the memories of that day, that damn day, came rushing to him. But he wouldn't show her any more of his vulnerability.

"Whatever, I get it." He said looking at her one last time before looking away and landing his gaze on one of the products showcased in the store they had just been kicked out. And there was he thinking they were starting to make progress again. Just a few minutes ago, they were playing and bickering as they did in the old times. His left hand still felt the shock of when their hands touched for a second before everything came crumbling.

"Have you seen my brother? I don’t want to leave without saying goodbye."

"I-I am here…" he heard the voice he knew so well coming from somewhere behind him and turned around to see his brother with that face he has when he's blaming himself for something. Watery eyes looked between him and his ex-girlfriend and the muscles in his law moved as if he wanted to say something.

“We were looking for you and…” The twin interrupted himself. “So… You’re leaving, that’s it?”

“Yeah, I gotta go home now, brother.” Armin walked toward the blue-haired man and gave him a pat on the shoulder before saying, “I have some work to do. I got a text.” he hadn’t gotten any text. “I’m sorry, I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow or the day after…”

“Okay,” Alexy said lowly nodding and hugging his twin.

Armin gave his quick goodbyes to Rosa and Candy, barely looking in the direction of the latter, and turned around heading to the escalators with his head down. He just wanted to get back home as soon as possible and play until his eyes begged for some rest.

Armin walked at a fast pace along the corridors and was just halfway to where he wanted to get when he stopped in front of the game store. It wasn’t like him accepting a defeat so easily; leaving then would just make him a loser, he thought. So just like that, after taking a deep breath, he entered the store and went straight to the cheap side of the establishment where they displayed second-hand items.

Cê já contou pros seus amigos de nós?

Have you told your friend about us?

No chão do quarto, com nossos vícios

On the room's floor, with our vices

Going through the titles of some comics absently, the memories came to him again. He would never understand how things between them changed so fastly when everything was going just perfectly in his eyes. Seeing some of the characters on the cover of the comics reminded him of all the times they would be together on the floor of his “cave” discussing their stories, playing games, watching superhero movies, talking, laughing, kissing...

He loved seeing her face when she tried holding a laugh like she’d done a few moments ago, her lips curving barely curving upwards, and then giving up to his jokes. He loved to play with her hair, and loved when she played with his. He always complained about the way she played LoL, but he couldn’t be happier seeing her going crazy with the game. They were just so happy when they were together, so how did it end so fast?

É coisa pura, de tanto amar virou loucura

it's something pure, going mad from loving so bad

De tantas brigas, amargura entre nós

from all the fights, bitterness between us

He hated even the smallest hint of a fight and avoided it at all costs. So even if he would get jealous when seeing her with other guys, he trusted her, and he was happy for her because she seemed happy. And if he had had enough time, he would have been there for her to see her smile opening right in front of him in person, and not through a screen.

They did have some arguments once in a while because of that, but they weren’t so serious for him. He remembered Candy complaining about his absence, not much about his friend Agnes, but it was all going to be worth it after he managed to make the surprise. She would understand his side and they’d have their happily ever after ending.

Errei, larguei, não nego, não

I made a mistake, gave up, no, I won't deny

Mas lembra do que eu disse, então

But remember what I said, then

Amar é muito melhor que ter razão

loving is much better than being right

Luta por mim, desiste, não

fight for me, don't give up

The problem is, all his plans never came true. All his dreams faded away as if they had been blipped by that damned phone call. How could she give up so easily on that bond they’ve created between them? How could she give up on their love? Together they were like Peter Parker and Mary Jane, Star-Lord and Gamora, Han Solo and Princess Leia, and now Bonnie and Clyde; they were meant to be together.

Even after almost four years of being apart, he still strongly believed that. He’d had some casual things here and there, but he knew that none of them would ever be near to what he and Candy once had. Before her, he didn’t believe what people say about their first love, but now it was crystal clear to him; she was his first love, and let’s say that she really sat the bar up high to anyone else.

It started with them against the world until it became them against one another. But Armin wouldn’t give up, there was still a part of him that had faith, that told him to keep fighting for their love, that everything he’d done wasn’t for nothing.

Call him stupid, but that hope that everything would be alright again was what made him decide to keep the money and add a small number of his payments to it every month; now he had enough to upgrade the surprise, he only had to unlock the next phase. But this one was proving to be the hardest so far, and his willpower was starting to go down.

“Maybe it really would be better to go back home,” he told himself while turning around in the direction of the exit.

He was about to leave the store when he came face to face with the one person whom he had been thinking about all this time. Her cheeks were red, and he knew that she was about to yell at him, but right now he was hurt and the last thing he wanted was to spend the rest of his stamina on the fight that surely would come if they decided to talk. Strangely enough, he was the one to open his mouth first.

Joga tua verdade toda na minha cara

spit out all your truth on my face

“Candy? What… What do you want now?” He furrowed. “So you do everything in your power to make me leave and now you're following me?"

“What? This is a public space, right?” She raised he brows, her voice full of sarcasm.

"Creative, aren't you?" Armin said and started walking out of the store, he didn’t want an argument to start with and much less for everyone else to see it. Candy was fast to match his steps.

"You can't leave just like that! I deserve an explanation!"

"I already got it: I was lame, you were great and I don't deserve you," Armin said. He stopped in front of the elevators and pushed the button angrily before turning back to Candy.

"Can we move on or do you prefer to keep repeating this all day long?"

"I think I could repeat that all week long without you being able to understand it."

Armin looked at the ceiling and let out a long sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry. Alex didn't tell me you would be here. If I'd known I wouldn't have come." Because I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, he finished mentally.

She scoffed with an ironic laugh right when the lift doors opened. They gave space for the people who were inside to leave before entering and letting the doors close behind the two of them.

"You know, talking about your brother…” Armin gave a doubtful look at her, what was she going to say about him?

“We just had a little discussion. Actually, that’s why I followed you.” The man felt the air getting stuffier and tugged at the sleeve of his jacket.

He cleaned his throat, fiddling with his hat. “Oh, really. And what did he say exactly?”

“He told me everything, how you lied to me this whole time. You weren’t honest with me." She accused.

"Lied to you?" Armin repeated incredulously. He'd never done such a thing. "What are you talking about? And what did Alexy tell you? That’s not how things went." He shook his head and saw the anger growing in her.

"I'm talking about how you ruined our relationship over a stupid surprise. How you preferred hiding everything just to save a trip to fucking Disneyland!" She had her fists tight as if she was holding herself not to point a finger or push him, and her voice got higher and higher after every word.

Okay, Armin thought, so now I also have a traitor of a brother. He decided to push this thought to the darkest place of his brain, where he could easily forget about it at least for the moment.

They got out of the elevator on the floor level and just a minute after they passed through the front doors of the mall and found themselves crossing the parking lot in the direction of the bus stop.

"I'm trying to talk to you! Will you stop walking for a second?" Candy exclaimed.

Armin then stopped and grabbed her by the arm lightly, pulling her toward a spot where they wouldn't be hit by a car.

“Alexy said everything you did, that you did it for me… Right now I’m just asking you for an honest explanation. Do you still know how to do it? ” He was starting to feel his blood boiling inside him too. “Why did you think it wasn’t necessary to tell me? Frankly, I would really like to hear your side of things.”

He looked at her straight in the eye, frowning.

“Yeah, I get it. So what do you want? A confession?”

“I want to know everything.”

So he told her everything. How he had done hours of house cleaning, how he had accepted rotten works ar fast food and even done gardening to save money. He told her how he would spend hours finding collectibles and looking for opportunities to resell them at a higher price so he could put the money he won aside. And how bad he had felt for charging his friend for his help on her cosplay costumes.

“There, I confessed everything, are you happy? Yes, I wanted to surprise you.” He licked his dried lips for talking too much. “Is that a crime?! Should I have told you everything from the start?! Don’t you think that would’ve ruined the surprise? All I wanted was to do something special for you…We were away from each other for only a few months. I didn't think you were going to dump me so soon.”

There was a pause before he said, his head down, “And I don’t know. I thought it woulf be romantic…”

She opened her eyes wide, outraged, and seemed to hold back a chuckle but not like the way he missed seeing. “Romantic?! So?! Was it worth screwing everything up? We had something beautiful! We had a love story! Didn’t that matter at all to you? Wasn’t it a little more important than bringing me to Disneyland?”

“Hold on!” He felt the urge to interrupt. Hearing her talking like that about his plans was extremely frustrating for him. “Don’t act like it sucked either! Wouldn’t you have liked it? A week around Los Angeles, together?”

“I wish we had just two days together, anywhere.” She said shaking her head. “But that never happened! Excuse me if I got tired of waiting.”

“Again, we had only been apart for a few months. And you were able to come on your end! It allowed me to keep up the pace for Disney.” Armin didn't see where the problem was in all this. All this time, he had been thinking about them.

"Yes, that's the point! I traveled to see you only a few times and I had the impression I was the only one trying!"

The only one? She must be kidding

"I was exhausted! I worked my ass off trying to give us something special! But you didn't have the patience to wait! You didn't want to have it, so you just left me."

“But you didn’t even tell me what you were doing! Or why you did it! You left me in the dark and never told me anything!”

"I thought you trusted me! And that our relationship was solid enough! I'm sorry for thinking we had something serious…"

"But in a serious relationship, you talk to one another!"

"But they don't tell the surprises, that's literally the point! We don't talk about them!"

He noticed the girl getting closer to him, but he didn't move. Proximity was never a problem to him when it came to her.

“I didn’t give a shit about this. I just wanted to see you and spend some time together!” Her voice had a small shift to it as if the walls around her heart were cracking, and the hurt was showing its way out. “And I wanted you to come to see me often too. I wanted us to spend some time together laughing, playing games, making love… And you were worried about making a long-term plan to take us to Los Angeles?! Sacrificing everything else for this?”

His jaw clenched and he leaned forward in her direction.They were so close now, their faces only a few centimeters apart.

“This was important for me!” He argued. “I wanted to impress you, show that I was good enough!”

“But you were good enough!”

Como fodemos o maior amor do mundo?

How did we fuck up the greatest love in the world?

“But I knew nothing about all this, the only thing I knew is that you were never there for me. ”

For a moment, Armin broke their eye contact and looked down, maybe he was starting to understand. But he wasn’t going to drop it, he had a point and he wanted her to understand too.

“It’s only natural that I lost my trust in you, what else did you expect? How do you want a relationship to work if we don’t talk to each other?! Especially in a long-distance relationship? You didn’t give us any chance! When did you think that keeping secrets would bring us any good?” Candy stopped and for a second she just looked at him intensely with her brows furrowed. He didn’t say anything then but returned the look.

“I…” She took a long breath before continuing, “don’t even know what else to say. What you did doesn’t make sense!”

He wasn’t going to drop it.

“No, you have no right to say that!” he said, offended. “Yes, maybe I was awkward. It was my first relationship, we were both eighteen! I thought that a relationship, even if it was long-distance, must be something simple. It should be naturally pleasant for both people. And if it doesn’t work anymore, it doesn’t work anymore, that’s how it is.”

“But a real relationship is meant to be built together! With effort, and communication, above all! That doesn’t happen magically only because we were made for each other! And a romantic surprise doesn’t make up for months of absence!”

It was getting difficult for him to hold her gaze, without thinking he looked away and passed his hand through his hair.

“I am really sorry. I thought… I thought it would’ve been easier.” His voice sounded so low, that just then he realized how loudly they had been talking. It was crazy how no one had come to kick them out again, but this time not from a single store, but from the whole mall.

“That’s the first time I hear you wanting to play on easy mode.” Candy noted sarcastically. Her tone also had lowered.

“Hey! Dating you was no game for me!” How could she even think of that?

“So why did you make less of an effort, then?”

“You are being unfair! I made a lot of effort! A tremendous effort even!” Armin defended himself. “Do you think it was fun for me to accept all those difficult jobs? Buying stuff hoping I could resell it for twice the price. And asking a friend to pay me to help her?! Well, none of that was fun. I promise you!”

“In any case, you didn’t make the efforts I’d have liked you to make! The ones I needed!” She gave one more step closer to him, gasping a little bit. “You should’ve called more often. You should’ve taken more time to see me! And, most of all, you should have talked to me! Honestly, I didn’t think that would’ve been a problem in our relationship… For someone who’s so connected, you have to admit that communicating is not your forte.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but she didn’t let him. “ I just wanted you to be by my side!”

He took her arm before talking.

“You didn’t communicate very much yourself, I’ll have you know! That story you mentioned about the outings. I couldn’t have known that you absolutely wanted me to be there if you didn’t tell me.” He complained.

“I would’ve liked you to come on your own, to please me. And without me having to ask you!”

“But how could I have known!? Candy, I love Professor Xavier,” he smiled weakly, “but I don’t have his skills…” The girl shook her head, seeing disappointed about the comment

“You make beautiful speeches about communication, but in the end, you did the exact same.”

“But surely not on the same scale.” She pointed at him, “You were the one to ruin everything with your crummy plans and your ego. And I want you to recognize it.”

He looked around, caught off guard. “What would that change? There’s no one here to witness.”

“But I will know. I want you to say it.” She got even closer. “I want to hear you say clearly that you ruined everything between us.”

Her words were so harsh. He had never imagined having her talking to him in that tone.

“I would never say such a thing…” Armin shook his head. “ We did have a beautiful story. But I wasn’t the only one to ruin it all. I wanted to make a surprise for you and I chose not to tell you. Maybe it was stupid, okay. But when you called to break up… I didn’t understand.” His voice was so low, and they were so close, close enough to feel each other’s heat and breath.

“But even then, you should’ve said something. You could’ve defended yourself and not let me break up!”

“You didn’t give me time for that! You blocked me everywhere right after you hanging up on me!” Armin reminded her. “I was already in shock, but that broke me. The message was very clear. Plus, it’s much easier to say what I should have done or not.” He felt his heart struggling in the tight space inside of his chest, he wondered if it was just him; that feeling wasn’t usual to him. “Maybe you should have…”

Mas antes de ir embora, eu te impeço, para

but before you go, I stop you, stop

Sei lá se esse é o nosso último segundo

Who knows if this is our last second

In a split second, he saw the rage in Candy’s eyes come back. She gave a step further and raised her arms, he braced himself for the push that was coming for him, but it never came. Instead of pushing him, her hands grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled.

Então me beija com raiva, me beija com raiva

So kiss me angrily, kiss me angrily

Me beija com raiva, me beija com raiva

Kiss me angrily, kiss me angrily

And in a split second, just like a dream, their lips touched. After so long, he felt her warm soft lips pressed against his, her eyes were tightly closed.

He came to himself, finally reacting. That moment was real, definitely not a dream or an illusion, his heart was still racing in his chest, her heat against him, scorching. So, he too closed his eyes and kissed her back with the same force. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her even closer like he’d done so many times years before.

Their tongues met and the kiss deepened. It was fast, messy, and… angry. He didn’t understand his feelings at the moment, and he definitely didn’t want to.

They kissed angrily. Letting out all the hard feelings that had been trapped inside their chests for so long.

They kissed angrily to make up for the years lost.

It was like filling your lungs with air after drowning. He grabbed this moment and made the most out of it. So he kissed her back, angrily and deeply.

They kissed angrily until they were out of breath, and dizzy. But it only took another look into each other’s eyes to make their lips connect one more time. And once again, they kissed angrily, as if the world was theirs and it was about to end.

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SOOOOOO, what do we think about Armin's ego deflating gradually as the story goes? It's def something for me

AND MY HEADCANON! Yes, I made Armin a sucker and had him save that money after all those years.... Call me romantic, okay? Although after writing it I thought it wouldn't be very nice to go on the vacation that made the relationship come to an end..... or maybe not, who knows.

Don't forget to leave comments!!! They always inspire me to keep writing 🥺💕

That's it for now. Love you guys, and I hope you have a great day!

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2. i wanna be so much more

A/N: Hey, guys!! Sorry this took so long!!! My focus has still been kinda shitty, plus I’ve gotten really busy and I shall continue to be a bit busy for the next week or two, but I’m still gonna try my best to get chapters out for you guys!! I’m working on this story, plus my other Trilance au annnddddd I may or may not start up another au that’s only focusing on Melizabeth, but I’m not sure if that’ll be sometime soon or not, it all just depends. Either way, I hope you guys like this chapter!! Ngl, I’m unsure about the first part of this chapter. It was written over a few days and it’s kinda foggy for me, I gotta read through it again, but I have no idea how good the quality of it is, so I hope it’s not too bad!! Happy reading!!

Pairing(s): Meliodas x Elizabeth, one-sided Tristan x Lancelot (you’ll see what I mean)

Summary: Prince Meliodas celebrates his birthday and two new visitors from the Fairy King’s Forest come to Liones. Lancelot meets people apart of his parents’ history and lays eyes on someone who makes his heart race in a way he’s never experienced before.

Tag(s): Mainly just fluff!! Also some of that ✨gay panic✨ and sexuality crisis starting up, lmaooo

Song Inspiration: Juliet By Cavetown

Word Count: 6,037

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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"Melly, slow down! You better not let father see you running like that!" Margaret scolds from behind him.

Meliodas laughs, unconcerned, as he skids his feet and slides across the floor until he stops right in front of the dining hall doors. "It's fine, Maggie. You worry too much." He tells her.

"It's improper behavior for a prince, especially of your age." She informs him as if she hadn't already said almost the same exact thing to him millions of times in the past.

The blonde-haired man rolls his eyes. "I feel like I'm allowed to be a little improper on my own birthday." He points out, pushing open the large, ornate doors in front of them, stepping aside to let Margaret through.

The lilac-haired woman softens, smiling fondly at him. "I suppose you're right." She cups his cheeks for a moment. "Happy birthday, little brother."

Meliodas' face twists and he brushes her hands off. "Hey, quit it with that." He turns and walks into the room. He tries to act irritated by it, but the smile that lights up his face in response makes it difficult and he knows that his sister will see right through him, anyways. "Thank you, sister." He tells her before picking up the pace and jogging over to his spot at the table, right by his father and across from where Margaret will be sitting once she reaches the table.

"Meliodas! Happy birthday, son!" His father exclaims, reaching out to give the younger man a hard pat on the back.

Meliodas jolts forward and winces, the downside of being the smallest person in the family, but he shakes it off immediately and gives his father a grin. "Thank you, father." He says.

Margaret sits down right as their food is brought in and Meliodas' favorite breakfast is placed right in front of him. "Any plans for the day before your party starts tonight?" His sister asks him curiously.

"Any new friends you'll be inviting to your party?" His father asks him, trying not to sound too hopeful.

Meliodas answers his sister's question first. "Not really much, but there is this new tavern in the kingdom, right outside of town. I stopped by there for a moment last night just to say hi and it seems like a nice place-"

"Last night? When last night?"

Meliodas cringes, realizing his slipup. "Well, see, Grandmaster Hendrickson seemed a bit distracted, so I just wanted to give him the rest of the night off-"

"Brother!" Margaret says in a gasp.

"Meliodas." His father says in a disapproving tone, before sighing. "It's your birthday, so I'll let this slide for now. But next time you have sword training with one of our Grandmasters, I expect you to actually stick to it. Both Grandmaster Dreyfus and Grandmaster Hendrickson are very busy men who have dedicated their time to keeping our kingdom safe and protected and I would appreciate it if you showed them both the respect they've earned." The king lectures his son.

The blonde nods, giving the older man an apologetic look. "You're right, father, I apologize. I'll stay on task next time and stay through the whole training session." He assures.

"You better." And then the man smiles again. "Now. What about this new tavern?"

"Right!" Meliodas lights up again. "The tavern itself seems really nice and I met the owner as well." Elizabeth. "And I was wondering. Tonight, for the party, maybe we could invite the workers there to come serve some of their ale? We could pay them afterwards instead of the people attending paying for it themselves. It would be a good way for them to promote their business and it would certainly keep the people happy. I can talk to the owner today when I head over there." He tells them.

"Hmm. Well, it's certainly not a bad idea. Especially since I've heard that the representative that the Fairy King is sending is a very big fan of ale. Do you think they'd say yes?" His father asks.

"I'm sure she'd at least consider it." He tells them.

As he starts eating, he hears nothing but silence from the other two people with him and he looks back up, brows furrowed. Both his sister and his father are looking at him with surprise. "What?" He asks.

"She? This tavern is owned by a woman?" Margaret asks, a hint of teasing in her town.

"Well, yes, but-"

"Anything we should know about you and this tavern owner, Meliodas?" His father asks him, that hopefulness slowly coming back.

Meliodas flushes. "It's not like that, we just met last night and I thought she was really nice." And absolutely gorgeous, but that's besides the point. "I don't have any new friends, father, but if that changes, I will let you know as soon as I do. You know that." Meliodas assures.

The king sighs. "Yes, I know." He chews a bite of his food and swallows before continuing. "I'm sorry for my eagerness, Meliodas, but I'm really not getting any younger, you know." He points out. "But I'd rather wait a little longer rather than force you to marry someone you have no feelings for."

Meliodas nods. "I know, father. And trust me, you have no idea how much I appreciate you allowing me to find my own wife. But also, it wouldn't be taking so long like this if certain someones hadn't decided to just dump the responsibility of the entire kingdom on me." Meliodas says pointedly, narrowing his eyes at his sister. He tries not to feel too bitter about it, but Meliodas really feels that it's a bit unfair. He loves Margaret and Gilthunder dearly and becoming king won't be the worst thing in the world. He just wishes he'd at least had a say in the matter.

Margaret gives him an apologetic look. "Look, I know it isn't an ideal situation, Melly, but Gil and I really feel that the titles of King and Queen don't suit us, it's not how we want to spend the rest of our lives together." She explains.

Meliodas shrugs, giving her a bright grin. "No worries, sis, I'll be fine. As long as you and Gil are happy, then I have no problems being King." He tells her reassuringly. Despite his other feelings about it, he tells the truth. His sister and his best friend deserve happiness and he likes that he can help them get it.

"And you have nothing to worry about, either." His father speaks up. "You, my son, are going to be an incredible king. I have no doubt about that." The older man smiles affectionately at the blonde.

"Father is right, brother." His sister agrees.

Meliodas turns bashful, looking down at his food as his cheeks turn pink. "Thank you, father, sister, I'm glad to have your support." Both of them find amusement in his reaction to their compliments, his father chuckling and his sister giggling. He huffs slightly and continues to focus on his food, enjoying his breakfast with his family.

~*~

Two hours later, Meliodas walks up to the Boar's Hat tavern, knocking lightly on the wooden door. It's early morning, so he's almost certain they aren't officially open yet. He just hopes that Elizabeth is alright with him stopping by outside of business hours. He doesn't plan on staying long, as he doesn't want to intrude. He's just here to ask her about his party tonight and then he'll be on his way. It takes a long moment for anyone to answer and he's just about to knock again when the door finally opens.

He blinks in surprise at the person standing right in front of him now. It's not Elizabeth, but a man who looks eerily similar to her. He's got the same silver hair and wears it long, almost to his elbows. He has two different colored eyes, one green and one blue and he's wearing a light blue, sleeveless tunic with white trousers and yellow boots with a silver trim over them. Huh. He shoots the man a grin. "Hey! I'm Meliodas. I know you guys probably aren't open right now, but I wanted to discuss something with the people who work here, if that's alright." He greets kindly.

The man visibly swallows and he looks a little surprised, something else in his expression that Meliodas can't quite place. But then the silverette in front of him shakes his head slightly and his face softens into a kind smile. "Welcome to the Boar's Hat tavern, your majesty, c'mon on in. Luckily, you've caught all of us gathered together." He opens the door and holds his arm out to gesture Meliodas inside. The prince steps in and the door closes behind him. He sees Elizabeth sitting at the table closest to the center of the room along with a magenta-haired woman, three mostly empty plates on the table.

"Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt your meal. I can come back at a better time if you guys would like." Meliodas says apologetically.

"Oh, no, you're fine!" Elizabeth tells him.

"We're almost done anyways." The woman beside her says.

The silver-haired man takes a seat at the table where it seems he was sat before and the unknown woman holds her hand out to Meliodas. "I'm Veronica. Elizabeth's sister and the one and only chef of the Boar's Hat." She introduces herself.

Meliodas reaches out and shakes her hand. "Nice to meet you! I'm Meliodas, one and only Prince of Liones." He tells her. "Sister, huh?" He looks to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth smiles. "Yes, older sister, believe it or not."

"Huh. Good to know." He turns to the last person in the room that he hadn't been introduced to yet. "What about you?" He asks curiously.

The man looks up, seemingly startled. "Huh? Oh, uh, I'm-I'm Tristan. I'm the waiter, usually. And she's my mom." He says, nodding at Elizabeth.

Meliodas' eyes widen and he chokes on the air he's in the middle of breathing in. "M-mom?" He looks between the two.

Elizabeth gives him a small smile. "Yes, Tristan is my son."

Meliodas shakes his head. "But you look so-"

"Young?" Elizabeth raises an eyebrow at him. "Don't you dare go asking how old I am. Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's rude to discuss a woman's age?" She questions in a teasing tone and Meliodas flushes.

"Oh, n-no, no, n-nothing like that at all, I-I wouldn't dare be so rude!" Meliodas says quickly, mentally cursing himself for stuttering so much as heat fills his face. And then it all seems worth it as the most beautiful sound he's ever heard comes from the woman. Her laugh is like a gift from the goddesses themselves, the sound like music to his ears, and suddenly all he wants to do is make her laugh like that again.

When Veronica clears his throat, he realizes that he had been standing there and doing nothing but staring at Elizabeth in awe. He shakes his head, the heat on his face spreading to his ears as Veronica speaks again. "So, what is it you need to speak with us all about?" She asks him.

"Oh, right!" He smiles at each of them. "So, hear me out. Tonight, there's going to be a big party at the castle. And I was wondering if you guys would not only attend, but I was thinking you could bring a few barrels of ale for everyone. I was thinking of it mainly as a way for you guys to promote the business since you just got into town and rather than guests paying you, we would. A-and you wouldn't have to work the whole night or anything, you'd be able to enjoy the party. And! You can totally say no i-if you'd like to, I mean-"

"Meliodas." Elizabeth cuts his rambling off, placing a hand on his shoulder, and he jumps slightly. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. We'll be there."

"I mean, it's more money for us and I'll never say no to a good party." Veronica says, shrugging.

"Great! I can't wait to see you all there, then!" Meliodas exclaims.

"It's your birthday today, isn't it? Is that what the party's for?" Tristan asks and Meliodas gives him a confused look. "I-I heard from, uh, the holy knights that I, uh, met last night."

"Oh! Do you mean Gil and the others? I ran into them here last night as well!" At Tristan's nod, Meliodas nods as well. "Well, yeah, it is my birthday today. But I didn't want you guys to say yes just because it's my birthday, you know?"

Tristan shrugs. "Don't worry, whether it's your birthday or not doesn't change our answer, we'll be happy to go either way." The man smiles at him and so do Veronica and Elizabeth, nodding in agreement with Tristan. Seeing all three looking at him like that makes a strangely familiar and warm feeling bloom inside him and part of him feels the urge to run away from it. He smiles softly and thanks them before quickly coming up with an excuse to head out and leaves, trying his best to shake off the uncomfortable familiarity he'd felt just a moment before.

~*~

"Man, they better have some good ale at this fancy party of theirs. Leave it to Harlequin to send me to socialize with some stuffy royals."

"Didn't you volunteer to go?"

"Yeah, but that was before I knew I'd have to actually talk to these people. I thought I was just gonna scope it out to see if it's safe and then he would come and do all this shit." The white-haired man sighs softly and kicks at the dirt below him as the two of them stop walking, the town of Liones before them.

Lancelot shrugs. "I'm just glad I get to come along." He admits.

"Yeah, I guess that's one good part of it. 'Bout time I got to take ya on a trip outside of the forest." His dad reaches over and musses his hair with a grin.

"Dad!" Lance groans and ducks away from his dad's hand and the older man just chuckles.

"Oh, hey! Look at that!" His dad looks to something behind Lance. "There's a tavern over there, I think I'll head in and check it out. You comin'?"

Lance looks at the tavern and then at the other places around it, considering. Then he spots the woods behind the tavern and his eyes light up. "No, I think I'll go explore the woods a bit, actually." He tells him.

His dad gives him a look. "I bring you into town and you go right back into the woods?" He asks.

Lance grins. "The woods are fun! You can find anything in there!" He says excitedly. "I'll explore the town later!"

The other man rolls his eyes. "Alright, go have fun in the woods, kid. Meet me back here in about two hours, yeah?" Lance nods and his dad heads towards the tavern while Lance himself heads towards the woods.

The blonde hums softly to himself as he enters the woods, reaching one arm out and letting his hand brush against the bark of a tree. As he starts his walk, he looks around at all the plants and flowers growing along the forest floor and recites information he knows about each one in his head. Sparkella Mushrooms - Can be ground up to make an extremely flammable substance, mostly used in potions and not very good for eating. Violet Jewel - Flowered vines, not used for much but works great in flower crowns. Golden Maple - Great for cooking, best in desserts due to it's sweet taste, one of mom's favorites because of it's pretty golden-orange color. He stops and picks a few blossoms to give to her when he returns home, placing them in the bag over his shoulder.

Lance comes to a stop as he reaches a bundle of sapphire wisp, sky blue flowers that are in the rose family. It had always been one of his personal favorites and he bends down to take a closer look at it, but he frowns when he realizes that the flowers are starting to wilt and droop down. He looks around the area. Sapphire wisp usually only grows near water, it needs soil that's constantly wet or damp. As he looks closer at the ground in front of him, he notices that just on the other side of the flowers, there's a trail of ground that's sloped inwards, like water used to be there.

He stands up and looks left, then right. He tilts his head to the side slightly, listening. He thinks he hears the faintest tinkling of water off to the left and he turns and walks in that direction. After a few minutes of walking, he finally finds it. There's a small stream that's been blocked off by a fallen tree branch. Without hesitation, he lifts the branch up and tosses it to the other side and all the water that was being held back immediately rushes forward and fills the stream once more. He walks back to the flowers and crouches down, holding his hand out as red magic lights up his hands.

A small orb of water the size of his palm floats up out of the stream and towards him before hovering right above the flowers. Then his other hand lights up as he brings it level with the orb and the orb forms into four separate ones before he moves his hand down slowly and the orbs turn into downward streams, curving around the flower as they slowly seep into the soil. "Revitalize." He whispers, and a soft red glow surrounds the flowers before they come back to life, half-dead petals stiffening and straightening back out, their beautiful color returning and gorgeous green leaves sprouting from the stems. He stands and smiles down at his work, nodding once before walking forward and jumping over the stream, following it left again, continuing his walk past the branch from earlier.

About an hour later, he's deep into the forest and ready to turn back around and head out again to meet up with his dad when he suddenly feels another energy nearby and he freezes. If he'd been paying enough attention, he would've noticed sooner. Whoever it was is very close, and their energy is strange, one he's never felt before. In a puff of pink smoke, he becomes a red fox, trotting forward slowly and carefully. He approaches a large tree and starts making his way up it, doing his best to make as little noise as possible. As he stops on a high branch and looks below him, he finds a large clearing on the other side of the tree. It's filled with wildflowers and the sun shines brightly within it, a break in the canopy of leaves allowing the light to flood through.

Lance's bright red eyes scan the clearing for the person he felt and when he finally lays on them, he freezes. Right in the middle of the clearing, laying in a bed of flowers and tall grass, is a boy that looks to be around the same age as Lance himself. His first thought is that the boy is absolutely beautiful. Lance has never thought of another boy as beautiful before. But standing there on that branch, it's the only description that comes to mind. The boy looks peaceful and content, eyes closed and a soft smile on his face. His long silver hair pools around his head, his bangs laying gently above his eyes. The sun shines down on the boy as if it's drawn specifically to him, bathing him in nothing but warm, golden light. Lance looks on in awe at such a sight.

The little fox takes a moment to focus on the boy's energy. It's not fairy or human and clearly this isn't a giant he's looking at. He tilts his head curiously. There's something dark about the aura surrounding the boy, something that sends a shiver through his entire body, but there's something else mixed in that's completely different. It all just makes Lance even more intrigued. He wants to know this strange, dark, beautiful boy. Then the wind blows and a leaf blows in front of his face, interrupting his vision. He blinks and remembers what he had been doing before, realizing he really should be getting back to his dad now. He looks at the boy one last time, swearing to himself that he'll come back sometime before he goes back home in hopes of seeing the boy again.

He makes his way down from the tree and starts following his previous path back, staying in his fox form to make things easier on himself. Every so often, he feels for the boy's energy, memorizing it in a way, until he's too far away to do so anymore. A little while later, he switches back into his human form at the edge of the woods as he sees his dad coming out of the tavern he was heading to earlier.

"Lance!" His dad waves him over quickly and Lance would be worried if it weren't for the almost excited look on the other man's face.

"What is it, dad?" He asks curiously as he jogs up to him.

"There's a couple of people I want you to meet, come on!" He guides Lance back to the tavern and tugs him inside. The place is nice. There's five tables around and a long bar at the back of the room, across from the entrance. Behind the bar on one side appears to be a kitchen and the rest of the space is used as a place for ale and mugs. There's a few people around, but not many, which isn't very surprising for the time of day.

"Lizzie!" His dad calls out. Lizzie? Who's that?

"Oh! Is this him?" A woman asks, and that's when he notices the short, silver-haired woman behind the bar, cloth on top of her head and braids at the front of her hair. She looks familiar somehow but he can't quite place her.

His dad nudges him forward and the two of them finally stop right in front of the bar. "Damn right, it is." His dad says, then looks to him. "Hey, you remember that story, right? About your mom and I way back?"

Lance's brows furrow as he racks his brain. "Uumm, which one?" He asks slowly.

"The one with the demon." His dad replies.

"You mean the one where a demon came and almost killed you and mom and completely destroyed the entire Fairy King's Forest?" Lance's head tilts slightly.

"Yeah. Yes, that one. But you remember the rest of it, right?" At Lance's nod, he continues. "Well, kid, this is Elizabeth, and-" His dad turns towards the left slightly right as a woman with a short, magenta-colored bob walks up. "This is Veronica." His dad introduces.

The blonde blinks at the two for a moment before it finally clicks, and his eyes widen. "Wait, so you mean these two are-?" He cuts himself off, realizing he isn't sure if it's common knowledge or not. Veronica grins and Elizabeth gives him a warm smile, her eyes flashing orange for a moment before going back to their normal blue. He gasps softly. These two women are goddesses. Some of the very last ones left. Not only that, these goddesses are two of the people that helped save his parents. He remembers the story clearly now. When his mom and dad were laying at the top of the sacred tree, barely alive, arguing over who would drink the last of the fountain of youth and live, three white-winged saviors came and rescued them. Healed them both and killed the demon, then helped save the still burning forest as well. Their names were Veronica, Elizabeth, and Tristan.

"Isn't there a third one of you?" Lance questions, looking around but only seeing customers enjoying their time.

Elizabeth nods. "My son, Tristan. But he's not here right now, he's out doing who knows what. Enjoying his free time, hopefully." She explains.

His dad chuckles beside him. "I still can't believe I never realized he was your son back then. Now that I think about it, it makes so much sense with how similar you two look." He says.

"Well, it's not like the kid was around much before we left." Veronica pointed out.

"Yeah, that's a good point, he seemed real off. What was that about?"

Veronica and Elizabeth stay silent and exchange a look, then Elizabeth turns to answer Lance's dad. "Tris just wasn't doing the best back then, is all. He had a lot going on." She gives a sad smile that says there's way more to the story, but then she turns to Lance and her face changes into a much warmer expression. "So, you're Lancelot, yes?"

Lance nods. "Yeah, that's me. It's really awesome to meet you both, I've heard a lot about everything you did for my parents." He says sincerely.

"Eh, just doin' our job, kid." Veronica shrugs.

Elizabeth shakes her head at the other woman. "It's wonderful to meet you as well, Lancelot. Your dad's been telling us a lot about you." She then turns back to his dad. "And I really can see so much of Elaine in him, you certainly weren't exaggerating, Ban." Lance's face warms slightly in embarrassment at being the center of attention.

"I told you, didn't I? Fucking spittin' image." His dad says.

"He looks just as much like you, though, bandit." Veronica tells him and his dad just shrugs.

"Well, we gotta get goin', the people at the palace are expectin' us anytime now. Is Tristan gonna be at the party tonight, too?" He asks.

"Yes. As far as I know, he intends on going as well, so you'll get to say hi to them there." Elizabeth tells him.

"Great! Maybe you and him will get along." He looks to Lance as he says this.

"Oh, I hope so. I can't wait to meet him." Lance says. Then both men say goodbye to Veronica and Elizabeth and make their way out of the tavern, heading straight for the castle stretching high above everything else.

~*~

"Penny for your thoughts, your majesty?"

Meliodas immediately turns in the direction of the voice. "E-Elizabeth, you made it." He says.

She smiles softly at him and walks to his side, placing her elbows on the balcony and looking out at everything. "Of course I did. I told you I'd be here, didn't I?" She asks, looking at him again.

Meliodas takes her in, watching the way the setting sun reflects off her shimmering, silver hair that he's seeing for the first time without a cloth in it. The flowing yellow top she wears suits her so well, seeming to brighten her entire aura and bring out the blue of her eyes even more. "Did you doubt I would?" She speaks up again when he stays silence.

"Wha- Oh, no, not at all. I knew you'd keep your word." Meliodas tells her, mentally shaking himself. "Are you enjoying yourself so far?"

"Oh, I'd say I am. We haven't been here for very long. But it's very lively here and it's good to be with good people." She turns and looks back into the ballroom. "Though I do wonder if Ban and Lancelot will be here soon." She muses.

"As in Sir Ban and Lancelot? Our guests from the Fairy King's Forest? You know them?" Meliodas asks.

Elizabeth looks back to him. "Oh, yes. I just met Lancelot today, but his parents are old friends of ours. Veronica, Tristan, and I spent some time in the Fairy King's Forest a few years back." She explains.

"Woah, really? What was it like?" He asks in amazement. He's never been much of anywhere outside of Liones, and especially not to somewhere like the Fairy King's Forest. Though he does hope that will change soon, as long as the fairies agree to become allies of the kingdom.

"It's a very beautiful place, quite magical, though I suppose that's to be expected." Elizabeth says with a bright smile. "The fairies are very kind people as long as you mean them no ill will. Some of the kindest I've ever met. Ban told me Liones wishes to open up communication with them, to become good friends and allies?"

The blonde nods at her. "Yes. We're hoping for that, at least. Today, we'll just be enjoying the party, but tomorrow is when Sir Ban and my father will sit down and talk about some things. If this visit with Sir Ban as representative goes well, then we'll meet the Fairy King himself next."

"Oh, wow. I didn't realize that anyone even knew about the Fairy King's Forest nowadays." She says.

He gives her a soft smile. "Not many people do. Father didn't really know much about it until he had a vision about it, and the fairies themselves. He foresaw that the Kingdom of Liones and the Fairy King's Forest will help each other greatly in the future." He frowns slightly. "Despite father's visions never being wrong before, I can't help but be uncertain on whether or not this alliance will happen. Sir Ban doesn't seem to like us very much." Elizabeth giggles and he looks at her in surprised confusion.

"There's no need to worry about Ban. He just takes awhile to warm up to people most of the time. And I guess the castle isn't his usual scene, so he may not know how to act around you both yet. The city is quite different from the forest." She points out.

"Yes, I suppose that's a good point. I just hope I can find a way for him to feel more comfortable soon." Meliodas replies sincerely.

"I'm sure you will." Then she leans down much closer to him. "Maybe I can even put in a good word for you." She whispers, winking at him before standing back up and Meliodas feels his face heat in a fierce blush.

"Th-that would be-" He clears his throat. "That would be wonderful, th-thank you." He tells her, trying to force his cheeks to cool.

She grins at him then, eyes teasing and amused. "I thought so. Now, I need to go check on Tristan. I'll see you again in a little while, yes?" She asks.

"Yes. Y-yes, definitely." He confirms. "Oh, a-and tell Tristan hello for me, please."

Elizabeth nods. "I'll be sure to pass on the message." And with that, she turns and walks back inside the castle, leaving Meliodas alone on the balcony once more.

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"Miss Elizabeth, hey!" Lance says cheerily.

"Oh, Lancelot, hello again." She greets him. "And just Elizabeth is fine, please."

"Nah, Lizzie. We taught him manners for a reason, might as well let the kid use 'em." His dad pipes up from behind him.

"Uh, I very specifically remember mom teaching me manners, so I have no idea where that "we" part is coming from, dad." Lance teases the older man.

"Oh, really? So that's how it is, huh?" His dad grins at him.

"I don't know, Ban, he seems to have a good point. I don't think you've ever had manners to teach in the first place." Elizabeth raises an eyebrow at him.

The white-haired man places a hand over his chest with a face of mock hurt. "Jeez, Lizzie, and I thought we were friends."

"Oh, but don't you know, Ban? Ellie's nice to everybody. If she insults you, that's how you know she likes you." Veronica pops up beside Lance.

"Does that make you the opposite, then, Ronnie?" His dad asks.

"No, Veer just doesn't let anyone know who she does and doesn't like and everyone just has to guess." Elizabeth answers for her.

Lance is about to speak up again when his attention is drawn elsewhere. Across the room, he sees a boy that he swears is the same boy that he saw in the woods earlier that day. He's wearing the same clothes and has the same hair, those same bangs settled over his forehead. He heads towards the boy without a second thought, following him to the long table of food laid out to the side of the room. As he walks, he feels for the boy's energy, that same strange energy he felt earlier. And there it is, darkness formed around whatever else it's mixed in with, confirming that he's right in the identity of the one he's walking towards.

He stays back a little bit, not wanting to get too close at first. The boy surveys the options in front of him thoughtfully as Lance observes him. After a few minutes, Lance steps forward, right beside the boy. "You know, I've heard the rice balls the chefs make here are some of the best in all of Britannia."

The boy turns to him immediately and Lance is stunned before he even opens his mouth to reply. His eyes. Not just one color, but two. His left eye is a vibrant green and his right eye is as blue as a sunny day's sky. Lance didn't think it was possible for the boy to be even more beautiful than he already was, but clearly he was wrong. And then the boy speaks. "Are they really? I guess I have to try them, then, since this is only my third day here." He replies, a brilliant grin on his face. Despite the darkness in his aura, the boy radiates warmth, shining on Lance just as the sun had shined on him earlier today in the clearing. All Lance can do is nod as the boy turns to grab a couple of the rice balls, just as he said he would.

Lance then darts away, making his way to the complete other side of the room before the boy even turns back to him. He slips out of the ballroom and into the hallway, pressing his back to the wall and taking a deep breath. He closes his eyes and tries to slow his rapid heart rate as he questions why it's beating so fast in the first place. Then a certain pair of multi-colored eyes flash through his mind and his eyes snap back open. He thinks of the way the boy had looked at him, the grin his lips had tugged into as soon as he looked at Lance, and he feels a flutter in his stomach at the memory. In the back of his mind, he knows exactly what this feeling is, but...he's never been so affected by a boy before. What does this mean?

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A/N: How was it?? Please, let me know what y’all think!!! I’m having a lot of fun with this alternate, swapped around versions of characters, and I especially love writing out Lance’s soft boy self. I’m also having some fun playing around with people’s powers and abilities, which I haven’t gotten to do before. Next chapter will switch back to Tristan and Elizabeth’s pov!! I hope you enjoyed this one!!

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