#i havent posted anything like a fic for a bit so i hope this makes up for it!
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I've been thinking a lot about medieval longbowman Hob,,, and how a modern alternative might be gymbro Hob,,, the kind of gymbro who bulks and gets really strong and is just an absolute unit,,, and so i dug up this ole gym dreamling encounter from discord, and here we are!! The Hob I'm picturing here is an unholy amalgamation of comics!Hob in 1389, and Ferdie. So make of that what you will!
Fuckin' Resolutions
Dream is not the kind of person who makes New Year's resolutions. He's the kind of person who prefers to repeat his mistakes over and over and then yell at everyone who says “I told you so!” But. Dream is now in possession of a membership to his local gym, courtesy of his least favourite sibling. They obviously thought it would be a funny joke. Dream is out to prove them wrong.
And so, kitted out in a brand new pair of shorts (black) and a tank top (also black), as well as new trainers (you guessed it: black), he enters the gym. It is a new year. He can do new things. Maybe going to the gym will be the solution to the puzzling mess that is his life.
Naturally, Dream chooses the foyer area – what seems to be a writhing mass of people to his anxious eyes – in which to embarrass himself.
Scanning the various arrows pointing off in different directions, hoping that one of them might tell him where to go, he loses concentration. It really is quite overwhelming, with a myriad of classes, workout areas, lockers, and even a small snack bar. Dream looks around, wildly lost. And he walks right into something very warm, and very soft.
"Woah!" The warm and soft something says. "You okay there?"
Dream pulls himself backwards like he's been burned. In front of him stands a broad, smiling man, about the same height as himself. He's rather sweaty, and he smells… good.
Dream mumbles something about a yoga class that sounds nonsensical even to his own ears, but the man nods along seriously. He's entirely focused on Dream’s words, and he seems quite absentminded as he pulls the hem of his t-shirt up and uses it to wipe the sweat from his nose.
Dream’s mumbling trails off to a complete stop and he just gazes straight ahead. Hiding beneath the man's inconspicuous t-shirt was, apparently, the most gorgeous, soft, godly stomach. It bounces slightly once freed from the fabric. The rest of his torso is just as thick, and Dream even catches sight of his pecs peeking out. They're the kind of muscley-soft that should absolutely be illegal, if only for the sake of Dream’s sanity. And hairy, too. From his chest to the waistband of his shorts, thick body hair curls lovingly across his skin. It glistens faintly under the bright lighting, drops of sweat looking more like the golden highlights in a painting
The guy raises an eyebrow as Dream continues to stare. "Whoops! T-shirt kind of hides all that, right? Sometimes it's a surprise for me too!"
And what a wonderful surprise, Dream thinks. The guy is still giving him a free view of his belly, apparently unbothered by Dream’s gawping mouth. He can't stop looking at the little spills lovehandle over the waistband of the man's shorts. The man angles himself one way, then the other, like he's showing himself off. He even flexes his chest.
"I'm sorry." Dream stutters. "I think I may be having some kind of sexual awakening?"
The guy laughs – nearly making Dream faint outright as he watches the gentle shaking of his stomach. "You're very sweet. I really didn't mean to flash you like that." Tragically, he pulls the t-shirt down again. But he does offer Dream his hand in recompense.
"I'm Hob. Would it be okay if I show you the way to the yoga class?"
Dream nods dumbly. He isn't so much shaking Hob’s hand as he is holding it. The t-shirt tents over his belly, but the rest of him is still sturdily visible. Thickly muscular arms and thighs, wide shoulders, a warmly smiling mouth. Dream might as well have met Apollo the sun god himself in the middle of the gym. This man is certainly more magnificent than any classical figure.
"I'm Dream." He says, meekly. Hob has started walking, pulling him along by the hand. Dream takes one devastating glance at his arse (it's right in front of him!) and wonders hysterically whether his face is as bright red as it feels. He's never thought to describe another man's arse as pendulous before, but there's something hypnotic in the swaying motion created by all that soft flesh.
Hob turns and offers him another bright smile. "Yes, you are. Very dreamy." He allows Dream to come up right alongside him, and drops his voice to a theatrical whisper. "You know, cute boys at the gym don't usually look at me like that. Not unless they think I'm not looking, anyway."
Dream makes a disbelieving noise.
"I know! They don't know what they're missing. Once you come over to the dark side, you never go back." Hob continues, with a jaunty wink. And Dream feels the tips of his ears begin to sizzle. He must be bright red from head to toe, surely. He squeezes Hob’s hand (which he still, incomprehensibly, holding) in an attempt to convey his agreement. Hob, for whatever reason, squeezes back.
"Well, here we are. Yoga class is in there." They come to stop somewhere along a corridor. Dream hasn't been paying attention and has no idea how he'll find his way out of the building.
"Thank you." He manages, and clears his throat. "I am sorry. If my staring was in any way offensive."
Hob’s eyes twinkle and he plucks at the front of his t-shirt idly, pulling it up an inch or two. Dream gets a glimpse of soft lower belly for his troubles. "Not at all. Feel free to objectify me any time." He leans close, and bumps Dream gently with his hip. "In fact. I'll be very disappointed if you don't have at least three more sexual awakenings when you watch me doing downward dog."
And with that, he enters the yoga class, leaving Dream to stumble after him.
The yoga teacher is a very nice woman called Rachel, and there are at least a dozen people in the class. Dream actually feels quite comfortable hiding towards the back of them. Hob is a row in front of him, and he winks over his shoulder. He's absolutely divine to look at from behind – everything is taunt and muscular from his shoulders to his calves. Except for his arse, which carries a healthy load of fat. Dream has spent most of his life looking at men with lustful intent, but never has he seen a man like Hob. This is a man who could draw a longbow, or heft a battleaxe. He could scoop Dream over his shoulder and carry him like a bag of flour, should the need arise.
And, as it turns out, he is devastatingly flexible. It seems almost unfair. Somewhere along the line, Dream just finds himself staring, transfixed, as Hob contorts into pose after pose. His thighs flex, his shoulders remain steady as ever, and Dream gets another lovely little peep of those sweet lovehandles. After the class, Rachel praises Dream for knowing his limits and not pushing himself too hard. He doesn't have the heart to explain to her why he spent most of class standing with his mouth half open.
Hob is waiting by the door when Dream scurries away from the other class attendees, with his yoga mat strategically positioned in front of his crotch. He smirks, and once again pulls his t-shirt up to wipe his face. He's not even sweating, particularly.
Dream is sweating. A lot.
“I don't suppose you'd fancy a little post-workout drink? You can get a decent protein shake around here.” Hob quirks an eyebrow upwards. “Or I could just help you find the showers?”
“Showers.” Dream breathes out, clutching his mat tighter. “Please. I think you need to make up for the absolute mess you've made of me, this afternoon.”
Hob looks very pleased with himself indeed, and he wraps his arm around Dream’s waist. It's an intimate gesture that makes Dream throb from head to toe. “I may make a mess, but I always clean up after myself.” Hob murmurs.
Dream's hand brushes Hob’s arse is passing as they start walking… and he can really only hope that Hob is telling the truth about cleaning up. If only for the sake of his brand new shorts…
#the sandman#dreamling#dream x hob#nsft#i havent posted anything like a fic for a bit so i hope this makes up for it!
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Lost Time (Soldier Boy)
Mind games til we lose control drabble
Pairing: Soldier Boy X FSupe!Reader
Summary: After the disaster at Herogasm, you and Soldier Boy blow off some steam, and make up for the loss time. Takes place during that one scene at the beginning of ep7, but like not that. Just same place. This is just porn without a plot I'm sorry.
Warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex (pls children wrap it before you tap it), p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, creampie, dirty talk bc its Soldier Boy, praising kink, bit of degrading, drug use, brief mentions of stormfront, allusion to attempted sexual assault (NOT from sb). Slightly occ ben, I make him slightly less horrible. This is one is kinda heavy so strap in.
WC: 2k
A/N: pls I'm sorry, I know I'm bombarding yall with soldier boy (smut) I promise I was gonna take few days and post something else, but I was just sitting here thinking how I havent seen any fics of sb eating pussy so I wrote it. I promise I'm not turning into a sb blog, i have a dean winchester fic coming, I just so happened to finish this one in one sitting in like 2 hours. Dont unfollow me pls kay enjoy the sin love yall. Ps I know this is too long to be a drabble but idk what else to call it so just accept it.
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"And you remember that chick Liberty?" You asked Ben absentmindedly, an arm behind your head as you held a joint to your lips with the other. You heard him hum, his face pressed to your stomach as he left sloppy kisses on your skin, "So turns out she was like a nazi."
"What the fuck?" He snapped his head up to look at you with a twisted look on his face. You looked down at him and nodded, taking a long drag of the joint before placing it on the ashtray next to you.
"You didn't know?"
"Fuck no. I was a soldier during World War II, you think I would've been in the same room as that bitch had I known she was a nazi?" He scoffed and shook his head, looking like he was questioning his life choices. "Fuck, and to think I founded Herogasm with her."
"Yeah well," You shrugged, watching him with a raised eyebrow as he laid his head on your bare thigh. He was a surprisingly good listener. And since you were pretty much catching him up on all the supe and Vought business he had missed, he was particularly attentive, as well as he could be with you naked and him between your legs of course. "Her and Homelander were fucking, like they were public and everything. And honestly it doesn't surprise me, that motherfucker is a weirdo. And that's saying something."
"You know the fucker? He recognized you at Herogasm." He raised an eyebrow at you, you could hear the slight bit of possessiveness in his tone. Funny how some things didn't change. He would always throw a fit if he found out you talked to other men, he was the only man in your life. Yeah as if.
You snorted at him and shrugged, running your fingers through his long honey strands, "Some. He wanted me to join The Seven years ago. I thought about it, and then the motherfucker tried to get me to fuck him in exchange of joining the team. And you know exactly how well that went when you tried it the first time. Told him fuck off and he didn't like it. And of course Vought didn't give a shit when I told them what he did, so I left and they got Noir instead."
"At least I took no for an answer," He scoffed with both a mixture of disgust and anger. "And for the record, I didn't ask you to fuck me to join the team, I wanted to fuck you, and after that I wanted you to join the team, but those weren't mutually exclusive."
"Oh right, you were such a gentleman." You rolled your eyes at him and chuckled, hoping to humor him, but he still had a hard expression on his face.
"But he didn't—"
"No Ben, he didn't do anything. It was a long time ago, I haven't seen him since. Well, not before Herogasm." You reassured him, fingers threading to his scalp, making him close his eyes and hum lowly.
"I don't know what I would've done if he had laid a fuckin' hand on you when I wasn't there to protect you." He mumbled, his lips pressed against your thigh, you barely heard him, but you did. You sighed softly.
"Yeah well you're here now. So relax, relax before we have to go fuck some more people up. Enjoy this while you can." You emphasized, biting your lip softly. You saw the way his expression changed, and his pink lips twisted into a smirk.
"Yeah I'm gonna fuckin' enjoy this alright." He bit his lip, positioning himself so that your legs were on either side of his broad shoulders and he was laying on his stomach.
You watched with glazed eyes as he drew a line on your stomach and pitched the side or his nose before he dragged it across your stomach, the white substance lingering in his nose. He sat on his elbows, eyes closed as he sniffled and hummed.
"Christ, that's some good shit." He chuckled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand and looked up at you, pupils so dilated that you barely see the green in his eyes. But you didn't know if that was from the drugs or lust, maybe both. "But this is better."
You gasped, body jolting when he dipped his head and dragged his tongue over your clit, suckling on the bud for a second or two before he lifted his head up again, leaving you whimpering.
"Best goddamn pussy I've ever had the pleasure of eating," He rasped, teeth digging into his bottom teeth as he threw your legs over his shoulders, pulling you closer to his face and dived back in, but not before he muttered, "Can't get enough of it."
He had you like this for hours. Alternating between fucking you with mouth and fingers, and actually fucking you. Ever since you got back from Herogasm, your failed attempt at killing Homelander and pretty much hijacked The Legend's place, you had been in this room, with Ben all over you. He had always been insatiable, but even back then he would get tired too, and would take breaks. But now, he wouldn't keep his hands off you, he was relentless. You pretty much had to beg him to stop and give you a break. To which he surprisingly agreed. But that was maybe fifteen minutes ago, and he figured it was time to continue, while he still could. Make up for the lost time, you guessed. You weren't complaining though.
His long fingers eventually joined the rhythm of his expert tongue. The second you felt two fingers slip into you you began to feel an ache in your stomach. You gave up on words a long time ago. You were nothing but a mess of whimpers and moans by then. Something that definitely fueled Ben's ego, he loved watching you fall apart for him. He knew your body perfectly, and the second one of your hands flew to pull at his hair, he knew he found your trigger. And his fingers curved over that spot, over, over and over until he had you crying out and he felt warm sparks on his scalp.
Your juices coated his tongue and fingers as you shuddered, your shaky thighs clamping around his head. You were panting, and you could hear your heartbeat thump against your head so hard it made you dizzy. You closed your eyes, hissing softly when you felt Ben's fingers leave you, but his tongue was still drawing slow figure eights on your clit.
"Such a sweet girl. So fuckin' sweet," He coaxed as he pulled his face away from you. You were still shaking from your high when you felt his lips trail up your stomach until he found your neck, and he was attacking that too. "Now that I got you nice and wet, I'm gonna fuck you real good before those fuckers come in and spoil all the fun. I can hear Butcher outside."
You half nodded, still a bit blazed from both the weed and your orgasm, but you still helped him shrug off his ridiculous robe. He unraveled it and tossed it aside before taking his already hard cock into his hands. He grabbed one of your legs and held it over his shoulder as he sat back on his knees and positioned himself at your entrance. He slipped in with a groan, his face twisted into a pleasured expression as he watched the way he slid inside your walls with ease. You were already so cock drunk and fucked all you could do was moan.
"I don't know what I love more, eating this pussy, or fuckin' it." He was drawing back and slamming back in with enough force to make your body slide on the mattress. God, Soldier Boy fucked like he fought, ruthless and with purpose.
Your head was thrown back, eyes screwed shut and your hands were clutching the sheets so tight you thought you were going to rip them. Though by then the whole room was tossed, somehow some pillows had been ripped in half and you were sure the brick wall had dents in it. It was absolutely messy, filthy and absolutely intoxicating. He was intoxicating. Everything about him.
"You're squeezing the fuck outta my cock, you wanna come my pretty Violet?" He rasped and panted, his forehead and chest glistening with sweat as he watched the way he fucked himself in and out of your tight walls. And fuck did he love it. "You need me to make you come again? Is that what my pretty slut needs?"
"Yes! Fuck Ben, please." How you were speaking, you had no idea, but you screamed it, overstimulation and the aching need for release making your vision blurry with tears.
"Fuck, yeah give me what I want. Come for me, do it now." He ordered, sneaking a hand between your bodies and rubbed quick harsh circles on your clit until he had you crying out and your eyes flashed violet. "Fuck, shit, that's it."
Your leg hung over his shoulder as he leaned down and held himself up on his forearm as he snapped his hips quickly but more shallow like he was trying to get himself over the edge. You were so drunk on your high you barely noticed when be grabbed your hand placed it on your lower belly, his own hand right of top of yours, and you sure noticed when he pushed down on your belly with the slightly bit of pressure on it and spoke in your ear.
"You feel that? That's exactly where only I fuckin' belong. Not Homelander, not fuckin' anyone, me." He rasped, a groan leaving his lips when he gave you one final thrust and spilled inside you.
He kept himself braced on his forearm so as not to crush you with his weight, but his body still laid on top of you, still inside you. Hazily, you threw your arms over his neck and ran one of your hands through his damp hair. His heavy breaths and your own filled the room, but other than that you laid in silence, simply soaking in the feeling of each other. Fuck did it feel right. Too bad it didn't last.
"Oi children!" You heard an unmistakable cockney accent as the doors suddenly opened, followed by a pair of collective groans.
"Fuckin' Christ. Can't even fuck my girl in peace." Ben groaned as peeled himself from you and sat up, naked as the day the boys found him.
"Oh Jesus, please put that away." Hughie muttered to Ben, face red as it could get at the sight of you two naked.
Despite your still hazy state, you were quick to pull the sheets over your naked body as you sat up. You inhaled sharply as you brought your legs to your knees, muscles already screaming at you for your reckless activities. You eyed the three men in front of you. Legend was going on a rant about the room you destroyed, Butcher was berating Ben for his shitty Intel on Mindstorm, and Hughie just stood there mortified.
"It's not like you've never seen a dick before. You do have one right? Or do you just have a pussy down there and that's why you act like one?" Ben chuckled, looking directly at Hughie as he stood up, cock half hard and with no urgency to grab his robe from the ground.
"Ben, stop harassing the kid and put your dick away." You scolded him, being pretty much the only person on this earth that could tell Soldier Boy what to do without being threatened with bodily damage. He glared at you, but complied nonetheless and wrapped the robe around himself. "And you two could learn to fucking knock, save yourself the trauma." You sighed as you looked around the bed for your clothes but they weren't on sight. Until you felt something hit the side of your head and fall on the bed.
"Asshole." You glared at Ben as you grabbed the hoodie sitting beside you and slipped it on, the smirk on his face making you roll your eyes.
"Anytime sweetheart." He winked at you before turning his attention to Butcher and Hughie who were going back and forth about Mindstorm. Guess they could find an address after all.
Well off you were. At least you were able to make up for lost time.
#soldier boy#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy x fem reader#soldier boy x you#soldier boy x y/n#soldier boy smut#the boys
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Hiya idk if your requests are open but if they are can I get a jackass image/fic (Platonic) where reader gets dumped by their partner
This is kinda hard to explain
But yk how some people write a fic and there multiple people in that in fic that's kinda what I'm thinking like something with whatever jackass guys you want
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hiiiiii, yes they are open, sorry ive been really busy lately so i havent posted
i did headcanons bc i dont really know how to write full fics, also i did johnny, steve-o, ryan, bam and pontious :) hope you like it!!!!
Platonic!Johnny Knoxville/ Steve-o/ Bam Margera/ Ryan Dunn/ Chris Pontious x reader who has just been dumped
Johnny Knoxville
(im really sorry his is gonna be short bc i have no idea what to write for him)
Ok so i feel like Johnny would definetly hug you and tell you that it's going to be okay
Like some motivational dad talk lmao
Because his way of comforting you is most likely talking about it
And if you don't want to talk about it then he 100% understands and tells you that he's here for you
Probably watches a comedy movie/show with you so you will laugh
Orders takeout or makes food himself
Just like makes sure you feel alright and makes you forget about the person who just dumped you
Does anything you ask him to
In general he's really gentle about it
Steve-O
I feel like Steve-O wouldn't really be into the whole talking thing
I mean like he definetely will listen to you rant if you need to but he just wouldn't really know what to say
It also depends on what era it is
Because if he's sober then he's incredibly sweet and like Johnny probably watches a movie with you
But if he's not sober then he'll 100% suggest going to the bar and getting shit faced after like 10 minutes of hearing you talk about the breakup
And like honestly you two would have so much fun that night
Drinking and laughing
Honestly maybe even crying
If you don't want to go to the bar then he understands and goes by himself
Lmao jk he's not that mean
He might whine a bit but if you really don't want to go then he gets it and you guys probably fall asleep on the couch watching some early 2000s cartoon
Bam Margera
Now here's the deal with Bam
He totally and completely gets it and is there for you
But he will also suggest that you guys go skate to let some anger out
If you can skate it's not even gonna be a suggestion
He'll literally grab you, pull you off of the couch and throw you in the car to go to the skatepark
If you don't know how to skate he says that he'll help you and while you're there he "teaches" you different tricks but in reality he's just having fun and he may have slightly forgotten that you can't skate
Once you guys are done you probably hit up a gas station, buy some snacks and sit on the sidewalk
In the middle of converstation he'll ask if you're okay and if there's anything else he can do
Bam's an amazing friend so he'll help in any way he can
If the person who dumped you was a guy and was a total asshole then he definetely calls Dunn and they "talk" to him
You guys spend the rest of the night listening to HIM and maybe even smoking
Ryan Dunn
Bro when I tell you that Ryan is the best friend anyone could have I mean it
I mean like first of all he would 100% give you an AMAZING hug and tell it's gonna be alright
Then he would probably take you to the store and buy you whatever snacks and/or drinks you wanted
You guys would spend the rest of the afternoon/evening/night/whenever talking and watching tv
He shares some of his stories on how he got dumped and tells you that he knows how you feel and wants to make you as happy as possible
If you want to laugh then he'll put on some show or tell you funny stories
If you want to cry then he will totally cry with you
If you're mad then he will first try to calm you down and if that doesn't work he'll find an abandoned building or something where you guys can break stuff
If the rest of the viva la bam/cky guys hear about what you guys are doing they will 100% join you (and if you don't want them to Ryan tells them to fuck off)
Ryan's the definition of the sweetest friend anyone could have
Chris Pontious
Lets get one thing straight
Chris is the funniest person on the planet
So when you tell him about you getting dumped, his goal is to make you laugh as much as possible
Whether that's while you're crying
Or when you guys are talking about other things
He tries to get your mind off of it and he does anything to do it
Even if he totally embarasses himself in the process
As long as you're laughing he's happy
He's also really good at talking so if you don't want him to make jokes 24/7 he'll 100% listen and talk to you about other things
I feel like he gives really but also kinda stupid advice
Idk how to explain it
Maybe its the fact that normally everything that comes out of this dudes mouth is goofy as fuck
Or maybe its just the fact that he hasn't fully stopped making jokes
Whatever it is the advice is still pretty good
And he is still fully devoted to making you happy
Also please laugh at his jokes
Even if they're kinda bad
It'll boost his ego so much lmao
#jackass#jackass x reader#viva la bam#viva la bam x reader#bam margera#bam margera x reader#jackass number two#jackass the movie#bam margera headcanons#bam margera imagine#johnny knoxville headcanons#johnny knoxville x reader#johnny knoxville#steve o#steve-o#steveo x reader#steve-o x reader#ryan dunn#ryan dunn x reader#ryan dunn headcanons#chris pontius#chris pontious x reader#chris pontious
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so sorry you've been getting these anons ana :( i thought as a native i could give my two cents on the fire lady katara trope? ill admit im more of a casual zutara shipper, so i havent seen a good chunk of the fandom, but ill give it my thoughts. for me personally, i am not a fan of fire lady katara- it's not particularly to do with the trope itself, but the execution often done by the fandom. ive discussed this with other natives before, but sometimes in the fire lady trope, it is often that katara moves to the fire nation, that she wears fire nation clothes and is surrounded by fire nation culture. obviously, that isn't wrong! the sharing of culture is a beautiful thing, but there is a good majority of fics where it feels like her water tribe culture is forgotten, that she is made to move permanently to the fire nation in favour of zuko. specifically in a post war climate, where a good majority of the people in the fire nation would still hold onto imperialist and racist beliefs, the idea of katara living there permanently is uncomfortable. i moved out of my mostly native village into a nearly fully white uni, and it's scary, and so when i apply those thoughts to katara living in the fire nation, its uncomfortable. and as for the rest, it's mainly just how sometimes it feels like the fandom doesn't value her culture as much as zukos, even unconsciously- it often feels like the fandom values the perceived glamour and power of the fire nation royalty, and finds fire nation culture more understandable than anything water tribe, and so prefer to have katara in a setting that is more 'easy' for them. in hand with this, is often the fandom perception that the water tribe is less progressive than the fire nation, that they are sexist and that zuko is giving katara a better life (i will say that this is not something i have not seen often, especially recently, but it is something i have discussed w people so i thought id mention it, especially since its usually not intentional). sorry this got so long, i went on a bit of a ramble but obviously this isn't the be all end all. like you said, there are lots of people who are fine, or enjoy fire lady katara because they perceive or write it differently, and that is fine! everyone perceives media differently, just like some people will be uncomfortable with zutara, some might not be. i just thought id send this as a reason why some of us do dislike the trope, and things to keep in mind when ppl are writing it
hi anon, thank you so much for sharing this with me! i really appreciate you taking the time to write out your thoughts and offer your perspective on this.
i definitely agree that the fire lady katara trope can be executed in some exceedingly problematic ways. there are many zutara fics that i've clicked out of for the reasons that you've mentioned, especially older ones that were written around when the show aired or shortly after. i won't deny at all that there are ways people write the zutara relationship that make me profoundly uncomfortable. my problem arises when someone assumes that the trope itself is inherently racist or wrong, instead of understanding that it can be written in a variety of ways by a variety of people, who bring their own perspectives - and prejudices - to their individual portrayals.
what you said about moving from your mostly native village to a fully white university really struck a chord with me because (although it's not the same, and can never be) i can really sympathize with those feelings of alienation and sudden lack of belonging. i'm part of the desi diaspora myself, and i've grown up in a country where i've always been the minority, and had to deal with racism and ignorance, so your experience really spoke to me. i hope that doesn't come across like i'm trying to co-opt your struggle or anything like that, because that was not my intention at all. i just wanted to let you know that i can understand what a scary feeling it is, even if not exactly in the same way.
that being said, personally if i could choose between spending my life in india or growing up overseas, i would still choose to do the latter even if it meant living through the bigotry and ostracization i've experienced again. i love the life i've built here, though it's a more difficult one than what i could've led back home.
in the context of atla, i agree that katara would most likely face racism and discrimination in the fire nation, at least in the immediate years following the war. but personally i also find a very empowering narrative in seeing her confront and dismantle the prejudices within the fire nation system, just as she did with the sexism of the northern water tribe. katara wouldn't abide bigotry in any form, and i think fighting inequality is a battle that she would want to take on, and would willingly choose to take on whether she ended up with zuko or not. that's why i take issue with the insistence that her becoming queen of the fire nation inherently equates to her victimization, because it can also very much be a power fantasy, and i know many woc who do see it as such.
(of course, that is just my own perspective, and i completely understand why others see it differently and might not be comfortable with it. their feelings are just as valid and legitimate.)
ultimately, i think correctly executing the fire lady katara trope isn't just about katara herself valuing her culture, but zuko doing it as well. i love seeing explorations of the trope (and the zutara relationship in general) where zuko takes an active interest in katara's heritage, incorporates her traditions and practices into his own life and home, and involves himself in her culture just as much as she involves herself in his. zutara is a ship that has always been about equality to me, and that's something that can and should carry over to how they blend their cultures together. like you said, there is nothing wrong in katara wearing fire nation clothes, or being surrounded by fire nation culture - so long as she isn't the only one in the relationship taking an interest in her partner's heritage. thankfully, in most zutara content i've seen, she isn't.
in my own personal view of katara becoming fire lady, it happens only years after the war ends. she spends her time postwar travelling the world and kicking ass, empowering women in the north to learn waterbending, rebuilding the southern water tribe, meeting and learning from everyone she can. when she becomes fire lady, she continues to travel often - home, of course, but also to the other nations when necessary, using her skill of inspiring and motivating others, and her desire to help the less fortunate, in matters of international diplomacy. when she returns, her husband is in blue, and her children wear whalebone beads in their hair, and there are fire flakes next to stewed sea prunes on her dining table. there are hard times, but there is also love and respect, and so she changes the world as she damn well deserved to in canon.
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Tattooed in your brain (Part 2)
Damian preist x fem Reader
Check out part one!
Type- fluff!
Warnings- minor use of alcohol, none other than that!
A/n- hello lovely’s! I hope you enjoy this part, be on the lookout Friday for the fic im posting! Have fun and stay safe 🩵
You made a huge mistake with not taking the numbing cream.
It hurt like hell.
There wasn’t anything else to do though, all you could do was sit and let Rhea do her work.
“So do you have a lot of friends here?”
“Not really, just the one I’m staying with.”
“Oh? Why not?”
“I havent really had time or the courage to go out and meet people.”
“Not a club girl?”
“Not really”
You looked at the mirror in front of you. Your hair actually looked decent, and your face didn’t give you any problems. It was a good day look wise for you.
“Why don’t you come over to my place tomorrow? Me and the boys here are gonna order in some pizza and play some games.”
“Would I be intruding?”
“Not at all, I’ve actually been looking for another girlfriend, but it seems like no one really fits my vibe except for you.”
You smiled at yourself in the mirror
“Sure!”
You stood in front of the mirror in your room, checking out your outfit for the 30th time that hour.
You didn’t want to go too far, but you didn’t want to underdress.
You had some baggy jeans on with a black sweater that fell off f your shoulder. Your hair was up in a bun, and your makeup was minimal.
Either way you didn’t have time to change. Rhea told you to be there a bit early so you could be there before the boys.
So you had to leave now anyways.
You grabbed your purse and headed out quickly, letting your roommate know that you were leaving.
Surprisingly Rhea only lived 10 minutes away, so you just walked over there to her apartment.
To say you were overthinking would be an understatement. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself, but at the same time you didn’t want to be seen as a try hard either.
When you knocked on the door Rhea answered with keys in her hands.
“Hi Y/n, I’m so sorry to ditch you for a second but I have to run and grab some chips at the store, can you stay here with Damian for a second?”
Oh !
He was here already?
You smiled and nodded
“Of course! Take your time!”
“Great, there are drinks in the fridge if you want one. If not make yourself at home. Bye Damian!”
“See ya”
You waved goodbye and made your way into the apartment. Looking around as you headed towards the main area.
You found Damian on the loveseat, clearly comfortable with the way his legs were spread.
You felt your face heat up again, trying to keep your composure around this man.
There’s no way you could actually be crushing on this dude, you barely even know him.
“I wouldn’t sit on the big sofa, Finn and Dom usually spill a ton of beer on it.”
Damian spoke up, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Where would you recommend I sit then?”
“The only non gross spot is next to me, I don’t bite I promise.”
You chuckled awkwardly and made your way over to the seat, noticing that he was watching you move.
It didn’t make it easier for you.
“Where are you from again?”
“Washington”
You heard him hum in approval.
“Did you have a specific reason?”
“Not really. I needed a change of scenery and to be honest I really didn’t have any reason to stay in Washington”
“No friends, or family? Not even a boyfriend?”
“No, no, and definitely no.”
You looked up for a second and saw him nodding.
“You thought I had a boyfriend?”
You laughed a little, trying to lighten the obvious awkward situation.
“I mean, it’s not a insane guess”
You held your breath for a second. Either you were insanely delusional or he was flirting with you and you didn’t know how to deal with either situation.
“You want a drink?”
Luckily Rhea showed up a few moments later and pulled you out of the awkward situation.
Then again it was really just awkward because you made it that way.
Soon the others showed up and before you knew it you were playing card games with all five of them.
You had found out that the ‘JD’ in the shop name stood for ‘Judgement Day’
Not the actual person
He was still in training.
You had drunk a beer and was holding your second, taking your time so you wouldn’t get sick.
“Hey Y/N, you need to stay the night tonight?”
Rhea asked as you were putting away plates and such.
“I really don’t want to intrude on my first time here, I can get a Uber-“
“Stay the night, you can borrow some of my clothes.”
“Rhea I-“
“It’s no longer a question Y/N, you’re staying the night.”
You just smiled and shook your head, turning around to head over to the trash.
Bumping directly into Damian
Just your luck
You almost stumbled back, but he caught you with his broad arms.
“I am so sorry-“
“Don’t apologize, it’s alright”
And for the first time he smiled at you.
Dammit you hated being drunk because you knew you were as red as a cherry.
You just once again smiled and side stepped away, running back to the love seat and plopping down, pulling out your phone to check your face.
Dammit, you were right.
You rubbed your eyes, trying to make it seem like you were just tired or it was the alcohol.
But you felt his eyes on you.
You weren’t creeped out by any means. He was very very attractive, and you wouldn’t necessarily mind being in a relationship with him.
But, you didn’t know how to go about it, which flustered you more then needed.
Finn and Dominik didn’t leave until 11 at night, so you were more than exhausted when they did leave.
You had leaned back and closed your eyes, listening to the sounds around you.
“You falling asleep?”
You opened your eyes, watching Damian walk into the living room.
“Not yet”
Damian made his way back over to the couch, flopping beside you.
Way closer than normal.
You could smell the Tequila mixed with his musky cologne on him.
“So you are seriously single?”
“Yeah, why does that keep surprising you?”
“It is really, have you ever dated anyone at all?”
“Nope, no one has really caught my attention.”
You mumbled that last part, finding literally anything except for him to look at.
“Not even now?”
You paused for a second, your brain taking an extra second to comprehend what just happened.
“I mean-“
“Hey you guys, you can sleep wherever I don’t really care, but I’m going to bed”
Thank god for Rhea.
“Yeah, goodnight Rhea”
“Goodnight.”
Rhea waved and walked back into her room, leaving you two together.
“I’m going to sleep.”
You mumbled, reaching over to turn off the light.
“Goodnight y/n”
“Goodnight Damian”
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Sakuatsu fic recs!
im very picky on what i label to be a 'good fic' most of the ones are amazing but only a few will get bookmarkerd by me and here they are! My ao3 acc that has many more book marks mostly nsfw i diddnt put here
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A liar's truth 49k words
okay this one is just breathtaking? if you havent read this pls do i cried sm😭
summary:
In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?
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I'll see you in court, motherfucker 2k words
its short and funny def worth a read if you wanna giggle
Summary:
“You’re still a fraud. You’re—you’re a scammer, is what you are. I don’t know how you convinced the hospital administration that you’re my husband, or that we even have a relationship, but I have—” Fuck, what’s the word? “Lawyers,” Kiyoomi says triumphantly, “I have lawyers, and if you’re trying to con me for some ulterior motive, I’ll have you know—”
“Oh my god, Omi,” Miya says, sounding equal parts exasperated and horribly fond. “How can you be so cute?”
A pleasant side effect of being down one vestigial organ is forgetting the existence of your hot Olympic athlete husband
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The 28 post cards you left me 8k words
Honestly, if i ever break up with someone this is exactly what i want from them? Like omg?? pls send me post cards, Super cute
Summary:
Atsumu takes texting your ex to a new level by sending Sakusa postcards in Animal Crossing instead.
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The art of the thrist trap 4k words
naughty naughty, but other than that this fic is so funny? like ask ur brother how to rizz someone up
Summary:
“Samu, I’ve got a big problem.”
“Here we fuckin’ go. What is it this time?”
Atsumu needs to think strategically about how he’s going to phrase this. One wrong word and Osamu will hang up on him and Atsumu will be forced to wade through the hell of his own mind by himself.
“I jerked off to one of my teammates.”
Osamu hangs up.
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Problem 5k words
super cute sleepy omi is something else
Summary:
Atsumu has a problem— somehow, he finds every version of Sakusa Kiyoomi adorable.
In which Atsumu realizes that Sakusa Kiyoomi gets very quiet and very adorable when he's tired. Things simply go downhill from there.
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Take me where the music aint to loud 2k words
Protetive sakusa>>
Summary:
Winning against the Adlers must have meant something of a great deal to Sakusa, as usually he wouldn’t even consider going out with the rest of his team after the game.
Yet, here he is, in a somewhat crowded club, wearing a black button up shirt rolled up around his wrists and sweating a little under the bright lights.
Atsumu thinks he looks beautiful.
He wanders over to where Sakusa is standing with Meian, hoping that tonight, with a little bit of influence from alcohol, he might be able to get more conversation out of him than he can usually get outside of practice.
But of course, Atsumu can’t have anything good, ever. Because, blocking the way is his ex-boyfriend.
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or; atsumu runs into his ex in the club, and sakusa has to rescue him
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ROAD RAGE 2k words
This is funny on so many levels poor atsumu he fears for his life
Summary:
For a man who preaches at any given opportunity about the importance of good self-care practices, Sakusa certainly displays an astounding lack of self-preservation when behind the wheel.
Sakusa Kiyoomi has a driver’s license. Sakusa Kiyoomi cannot drive.
The two are not mutually exclusive.
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The ascent to love (or descent) 3k words
Im always a sucker for hurt/comfort and this fic gives me that, its also funny as well so its a win-win type thing
Summary:
Stuck in an elevator with his boyfriend after a fight, Sakusa Kiyoomi couldn't think of anything worse.
Working through their issues?
Maybe he could think of one thing.
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Take me home 10k words
i just cannont stress how good this is, like its soul healing on so may levels gosh
Summary:
Turns out, Miya Atsumu never did a good thing in his life – his love was one-sided. And so, he was running away, hoping to meet some friendly people, take a bunch of pretty pictures and get over Kita Shinsuke.
In which Miya Atsumu is an exchange student in Italy, and Sakusa Kiyoomi is the only one knowing Japanese, forced to take care of the new student.
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Hope is the thing with feathers 10k words
Two dummies taking care of some birds is honestly to good
Summary:
Kiyoomi wakes to Miya banging on his door, yelling words that put the fear of god in him.
“Omi-kun, get out here, we’re gonna be fathers.”
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In the stars 1k words
In all honesty it made me think of the other side of love i never thought about
Summary:
Miya Atsumu is a romantic. He always had been. He believes in soulmates and destiny and true love in the stars. Sakusa Kiyoomi believes none of that.
My ao3↵
#haikyuu#sakusa kiyoomi#sakuatsu#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu sakusa#haikyuu atsumu#fanfic#sakusa smut#atsumu smut#skts#msby#fanfic rec#ao3 fanfic#read on ao3#fanfiction#ao3 fic#ash rec's#ash posted it
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Hiiiii. I just spent the last 2 days reading all of the hunger au posts on you master list doc ( which let me tell you, it's amazing!!! It's so organized and pretty and I love it!!!) And my brain wants more lore and world building cause it's such a cool concept!!!!! I don't feel like I have any specific questions, just hungry for more rambles if you have any :D (if you have anything in watcher culture that might be cool to read :))
Omg hello!!! Im so glad you like the masterlist doc :D big big fan of organization, makes the autism go brrrrrrr for me. If i see a chance to organize i will take it in a heartbeat [makes unblinking eye contact at my personal discord fic archive]
Ooooh man lets see... i feel like theres so much i could say about Watchers, but the biggest thing for me is that they're really community oriented!!!! Almost obsessively so-- because of their history with Seekers, Watcher colonies are extremely tight-knit, and have a heavy focus on interdependence. For Watchers raised in Watcher culture, being alone is synonymous with certain death. This is why the Watchers in Grian's colony chased him when he made his eventual escape (something i also havent touched on just quite yet lol)!!!
I want to do a bit more worldbuilding for Watcher colonies, but typically their social structure is built on the decisions of a select group of elders within each colony. Caring for larval hosts and juveniles is communal, and they're protected very intensely since they tend to have such a high mortality rate.
That's about all i can think of for now, there's a lot more i want to get into about their culture but i want to spend some time noodling on it more before i add anything else :] i hope this satisfies the itch a little bit, thanks for sending this ask!!! :D
#shouting speaks#asks#hunger au#if you want to read more stuff that i might not have added to the doc (aka stuff that isnt vitally important to know)#u can browse the hunger au tag as a whole!!! :] theres TONS of material in there#very flattered you like the worldbuilding for this fic so much :DDD#txt
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i HAVE TO SHARE THISW SOMEONE!!! picture this . marching band cove . ghegegrgrrgrgrrbrbrbnnnn. i’m on colorguard and i think he would march mello or trumpet 🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺 EEEEE i’m sorry for gushin
omg idk anything about marching band or instruments
i literally played violin once in 3rd grade and i havent touched one since
ANYWAY YES YES YES AND ALSO YOU REMINDED ME ABT WHAT I WAS THINKING OF EARLIER (eta: okay this... became a bit more nsfw at the end than I intended but it's just implied and I can't be bothered to move this to a separate post since I'm on my phone rn but I think I need to write a full fic on this.
ANYWAY IF U WANNA SKIP THRU THIS GO AHEAD BC I RAMBLED WAY TOO MUCH N IM SORRY I TOTALLY TOOK OVER UR RAMBLE <///3 TYSM FOR GUSHING TO ME <33333 cove playong a instrument of any kind would be so asffdfhjlhq AND HE'DBE A BIT SASSY N HE JUST KNOWS HES THE SHIT... PLS...)
okay imagine band au and lets say youre the main singer, and cove is on bass/electric guitar or smth
and a lot of your songs start to become about cove. about being in love with him. about thinking about having him in your bed. about his eyes and how he makes you feel like you're drowning bc you love him so much.
and sometimes you lean into him during a song, doing a little dance step with him and the audience can see how much you yearn for each other.
OR EVEN BETTER IN MY OPINION
you are a backup singer or play an instrument as well, and cove is still on bass/electric guitar and while the main singer is doing the songs, you and cove are in the back giving heart eyes to each other and if you're not on drums or doing the keyboard (or playing any other instrument that requires sitting, idk) then you two lean into each other, maybe doing a little spin or smth and just as all over each other as you can be while performing.
and the pap have a FIELD DAY with it
so does your fans!!!!
and no matter what your position in the band is, there are thousands of photos and articles of you two leaving a restaurant together, or laughing over food and drink from thru the windows
or they see you wearing cove's jacket or shirt...
cove leaving your house early in the morning, or in interviews you two are giving heart eyes and even better if one or both of you is giving bedroom eyes to the other (they love asking if you two are dating or fucking)
if you don't mind having a laugh over confusing the paparazzi and even do it yourself. cove will shrug or smirk and go "wouldn't you like to know." and he'll put a arm around you and lead you away from all the reporters.
(implied sex under the cut👍👍👍👍🫶)
imagine getting drunk and kissing each other. you're so lost in the music blasting in the club and the taste of each others lips, and when cove's tongue slips into your mouth you can't even think abt if there's the flash of cameras because the flashing club lights help add to your daze when cove pulls away, grinning about how much he loves you and when you say you love him too, you find yourself in your managers car.
they're complaining about how much you've drank, but they drop you off at cove's house and speed off so they can go pick up the rest of your members, hoping they haven't gotten as drunk as you two in the time they've been gone.
you don't pay attention to any of it, walking on shaky feet to cove's front door and he's more busy kissing your neck than finding his keys so you push him up against the door and take his keys from his back pocket, stumbling through the door when you finally get it open with much struggle.
and you crash onto his bed, cove grinning drunkily up at you, his big hands felt like they were burning your skin and it's all such a blur of lips, tongue, loud moaning, and "I love you"'s
when you wake up its because of your manager blowing up your phones, and when cove fumbles for your phone that's ringing on the floor beside the bed, he answers w a groggy "hello..?"
(it makes your manager madder but you don't know that)
he puts it on speaker, just letting them yell about the pictures the pap published from last night.. and like the assholes yall are you go to the camera app, settling yourself in cove's lap and he pulls the sheets up to cove your lower halves, the sheet caught between his arm and your exposed (and thoroughly marked) back, cove giving the camera a hooded look as he hides his smile in your shoulder..
your manager starts yapping about something, you weren't paying attention, trying to shush each others giggles as you move around to take another picture, this time with your hands tangled in cove's hair and giving him a kiss (if you can even call it that since you're both smiling too much)
and as your manager finally stops ranting...
"you might wanna check my insta." and you hang up before they can start yelling again <3
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Her Eyes - Simon's POV of "His Eyes"
⋆ relationship ⋆
Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!reader
⋆ summary ⋆
A mission gone bad. She lies in his arms dying. He should've done more to protect her.
⋆ notes ⋆
i though making this story into Simon's POV would be pretty cool so here it is! i still have no idea where i want to take the Price fic and i havent even started it yet so.. 😭
alsoo! im going to make a tik tok hopefully? i know nothing about posting stuff on tik tok so wish me luck lol! it'll be thighsoverlives just like my tumblr :)
⋆ warnings ⋆
death, heavy angst!
˚ ✦ . . ˚ . . ✦ ˚ . ★⋆.
hope you enjoy! (●'◡'●)
Her Eyes
When your world comes crashing down some say that all sound ceases. Simon didn't believe that would actually happen until he turned to look at her. He didn't believe it until he saw the bullet rip through her back.
It wasn't real. It couldn't be happening. His breath hitched and his muscles tensed. A mix of emotions he couldn't even describe overtook his body. Bullets were flying through the air and somewhere in the distance, a grenade exploded. But he didn't care, all that mattered was her. He had to get to her.
Rushing to her side, he knelt over her frail figure.
“We have to get out of here.” His voice was shaky and hoarse as he gently picked her up and carried her away.
Somehow, you had managed to make it to a building that was isolated from the rest. Somehow you were able to evade the bullets and the grenades. Simon Riley, the defier of death. But yet, as he placed her body to the ground, his cold facade was slipping.
Death was something that he would experience every single day. But this was different. It was different to hold his world in his arms and watch her fade away. To hold the person who taught him that his broken and bruised heart was capable of loving again. To hold the person who cared for him with every part of their soul. To hold the person that would die for him. To watch the life drain out of their body. To see the pain and the fear in her eyes.
He choked back a sob. It’d be okay. It’d have to. He would give up everything he had built just to see her happy. Even though he found his purpose in the military, he would leave to make sure she was safe. To make sure to be okay. You’d get an evac and he’d be by her side when she woke up in the infirmary. He’d force you both to quit this military business and she could have the house she always dreamed of. The one out in the country. And he’d do anything he could have her alive and well.
Even though he wasn’t by any means the least bit religious he was praying, begging for God to let her stay. He’d promise that he would do anything just so he could have her alive and well.
He was shaking her body. She couldn’t fall asleep. He wouldn’t let her.
“Simon, I’m so tired.”
His heart was breaking into a million pieces once again. Pieces that she had put back together. She was his world. She was what he lived for. She was the reason he wanted to get better, to keep fighting.
He was shaking. He was consumed with uncontrollable rage and grief. He had worked very hard to be a master at regulating his emotions but how was he meant to do that when his world was collapsing?
He was conditioned to be a war machine. He was taught not to get attached. So why on Earth was he leaning over the crumpled body of the woman who was his world?
He was trying so hard to be strong. Trying to stay calm because he didn’t want her to die scared. He knew that anything he could do would be futile. The wound was bad, very bad. She was dying in his arms and he couldn’t do anything about it.
He wanted to look at her, to tell her that it would be okay. He wanted to tell her to imagine the house in the country. The cat, the dog, and the child that she had told him so many times she wanted. He wanted to reassure her. But it was futile. He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes. It would only prove his failure.
He should’ve protected her.
Every being in his body urged him to speak. To tell her that he loved her. So that maybe she could know that he really did. He never did the “love” stuff. It had hurt him far too much. But she had loved him so much that he thought he might’ve finally been capable of letting someone in. When he met her gaze, she was looking into his eyes. She had always told him how pretty his eyes were. How they reminded her of a warm, cloudless summer day. Or the ocean.
He should’ve done more. Why didn’t he protect her? Why couldn’t he protect her?
He couldn’t bring himself to speak. Why couldn’t he bring himself to speak?
He stared into her eyes. Eyes that were so full of love for him. Eyes that he loved gazing into. Eyes that he saw his future in.
A single tear fell from his eye.
“I..”
His words were cut off by the bullet that ripped through his chest.
No. No. No. God, no. He had to tell her that he loved her. She couldn’t die never hearing him say it.
Two more bullets followed. He crumpled to the ground in a pathetic mess.
Why didn’t he protect her?
He felt her hand reach out for his. He held it tenderly, lovingly, the way he had just hours ago.
“I love you, Simon.” She had said it so many times before. And she was okay with the fact that he never said it back. But this time it sounded so sad, so defeated. It was a whisper. He knew she was trying so hard to speak even though the blood was spilling into her lungs, drowning her.
Her eyes were fluttering closed.
She needed to know he loved her.
He fought against every wicked part of his body that tried to drag him away. With the worst parts that tried to stop him from saying it. “I love you.”
Reality was slipping. He was dying, just like her. He squeezed her hand as tight as he could. He prayed that she heard him. He prayed to God that she would die knowing he loved her. It would be the first and last time he ever got to say it to her.
Such a pity he hadn’t said it earlier.
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if you havent done it yet, #29 for the ask game!
Ohoho one and only dear anon ^w^
29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)
So originally I was going to put this little piece of an alternate/noncanonical scene in Touching Sentiments (noncanonical cause it breaks rule number 4 of TS xD) that had been sitting around in my scraps for a while, but a couple days ago I started poking at it for something else, so here it is updated a bit :3
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“I love you.”
Caleb whispered each word as if it were a petal of pristine crystal, breakable with the wrong breath.
Essek just shook his head with an unceremonious scoff. “You don’t know me.”
A week might not have been long enough to learn the crevices of one another’s souls, but surely their efforts so far together had meant they were willingly on the way there. But fine. Caleb donned a different angle of charm: foolhardy determination.
“I would like to.”
“And then what?”
Caleb stared, uncomprehending. ‘And then what’ what? ‘And then’ would be then, not now. They would just have to wait and see what ‘then’ would be and try to become better thems in the meanwhile. Wasn’t that what Essek thought of as love?
A polite smile cracked Essek’s grim face, sea foam licking hungrily at his legs.
“And then what, Widogast?” he pressed. “What makes you think you are so different from the slavering droves that have thrown themselves at my feet in hopes of having their way with me? Am I also a mere prize to you? Proof that you can have sway? A stepping stone to the heights of greatness?”
Stomach sour, Caleb stammered, “Of course not-? Essek--”
“Keep that name out of your unworthy mouth,” he snarled with the ocean’s roar, all sharp fey teeth and eye white and gum. Caleb shut himself up.
“So,” Essek said primly, “you simply let your baseless infatuation guide you? You decide on pure whim? You consider yourself like Jester? I thought you once to be clever.” He then sneered, an imperial tilt to his chin, “Where must your mind be, then, if you think I would want something so useless as your love. You should have left me be to catch my well-earned death. But no….” Essek’s razor-thin eyes went wide. “No, you need a metric and a witness, don’t you? Someone to measure against if only to demonstrate yourself as anything but stagnant. Congratulations.” That terrible smile again, paired with a twinkling laugh as soft as mold. “Consider yourself transcendent.”
There was a hollowness to Essek’s voice, like an echo in an old, old cave- a reflection warped and muted like memory. And catching his death… that was not recent. That was soon after they met.
Sorrow stabbed through Caleb’s chest, snapping his bones and his will.
“You’ve forgotten.”
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fic writer asks
#thanks for the ask! :D#we're going to ignore the fact this has been in my drafts for over a month xD#been going through it#shadowgast#essek thelyss#caleb widogast#chanswers#nottamoose#chanse wip#omuat tbn
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hihii! can i req for a himeru/rinne/niki with a childhood friend reader? its ok if not!
A/n : Hello anon!! the req kinda late hehe~ and this post will be kinda long since its a multiple chara ~~ oh and I will be only doing niki and rinnie for now ! I hope its okay and please enjoy it anon!! , chu will re-read and fix the fic tommorow~
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✫ - treasuring the memories
╰┈➤ - warning/info : a little misslead of rinnie past...
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❃ - niki shiina | returning to you
↳ - The sun - shine the park , wind blowing the fallen leaf away , sound of ducks was heard from the pond, a dark grey with low ponytails man was seen sitting on a bench next to the pond.
He arrived at the park after running nonstop cause he is afraid that he will be late. Late about what..? Of course about his meeting with his dear childhood friend that he havent seen for a months.
After resting for a while , he take a look at his watch its already the time but why is there no one there other than him..? Well the ducks there if it count as others.
He let out a sigh and wait for another 5 minute maybe you're late..?
2 hour had passed, and there is no one there even the ducks are moving to another pond.
After all will you actually read the mail he send? Are you busy? Do you actually still wanna meet him?
He sigh and then get up from the seat giving up, suddenly a scream of his name was heard.
It sound like someone was searching for him? he then follows the voice, the voice sound louder for every step he take.
e saw someone who was still shouting his name.. As he decide to approach the person.
He poked the person shoulder, making them turn around, the person face was familiar to him.. beacuse the person was "you".
You give him a smile and a hug "Hello niki! I miss you!!", you say. He hug back..after all its not weird for you and him to hug each other since you guys always hug each others back then, "I miss you too", he reply
You guys let go of each others. "sorry i was late.. I don't check my schedule and then i remember i promise to meet you today", you said.
Niki laugh at your excuse and then give you a small gift. You take the gift from him and then realize how you're so late that you forgot to bring a gift for him.
Before you can apologize niki cut you off "there is still time.. Where do you want to go? I heard there is a near coffe shop maybe we can go there?, he said as he try to make you to not feel guilty for forgetting to bring a gift for him. You smiled again and then embrace your hand with his,
"How about we go to my apartement? Maybe we can cook together i really miss your cooking niki", you reply.
Even after summer is about to end, after flowers have starting to bloom, and even after the sun is about to set, everything about you remain unchanged.
Your voice, your face , your attitude , anything about you he adores it so much and he is happy that everything of you doesnt changed a bit.
You're still like the [name] he knows after all. You and him chat and enjoy each other presence while walking to your apartement, and oh! he hopes he can impressed you with his cooking just like back then.
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◎ - Rinnie amagi | his lucky charms!
↳ -The clock ticking slowly until it shows that it was your break time. You decide to spend your break at the familiar Cafe.. Cinnamon cafe.
Why? Because the atmosphere there isnt much crowded at this time , the food there are delicious , (and because you knew the chef)
You take a sit at one of the table, taking out your phone and order the food you would like to eat.
After that you take a look outside of the window, enjoying the silence while waiting for your food, you didnt think much about your works since some of your co-workers are helping you more than usual.
After a while you heard someone saying "HERE IS THE FOOD!!" But.. The voice doesnt sound like niki, you turn your Head around just to see a tall red haired man putting the food in front of you.
Oh.. Its rinnie.
"HELLO~ [name]~!!" , greet rinnie so loud that you feel like it can be heard by everyone in ensemble square.
"Who are you? I don't know you?", you reply joking about not knowing him.
He make a fake pout "really [name] !? Why would you forget your dear beloved future lover!?", he said dramaticly.
You laugh at his acting.. he just smiled and then chuckle, after laughing you move your attention away from him and start eating your food.
back then, The day you and him escape with niki was tense and scary but at that moment he was there holding you tight trying to convience you that everything will be fine when you're together with him.
His presence changed from serious, caring and a little calm to more carefree doing things without a care but that doesnt mean his caring or serious side dissaper of course.
After escaping you two had to seperaete where you choose your dream path and he decide to choose his own path with the help of the god of luckyness.
You didnt know if it was fate or not but after getting your new job in ES... you meet him again, you accidently bump into him when you were searching your friend on the local casino.
You were searching for your friend since they are the one who drive you here, repeating your friend name for the you're not sure how much.
walking without direction you suddenly bump into someone you get up and apologize moving backward away from people you feel like you slip on something on the floor, you was about to fall until someone catch you in their arms.
You opened your eyes just to see your childhood friend is the one who catch you, "RINNIE!?" , you call his name.
When he was about to reply his named was heard being called by the casino staff... Meaning its his turns to pull the slot machine lever.
He quickly carry you in his left shoulder you wrapped his neck around by his sudden move.
He walked to the machine with his left hand hold you so you wont fall off his shoulder his right hand was on the lever preparing to pull it. "Kyaha~! Lets go my new lucky charm!" , He said before pulling the lever.
The slots machine spinning and spinning until it stopped. the 7-7-7 can be seen from the machine.
Rinnie let go of you from his shoulder and hugs you, he keeps screaming about how the god of gambling is with him , how lucky he is and lastly about how you're his "lucky charm".
the sound of rinnie calling your name makes you realize that you're really is with him right now.
"[Name] instead of doing your boring work come with me! The god of gambling is calling me and i need my lucky charm" , he said, before you tried to refuse his invitation he already carrying you on his back.
"Now lets go! the god of gambling is calling me!!", he said while you wrapped your hand on his neck, moving yourself closer to his back so you wont fall , Being carried by him making you remembering how he used to carry you alot back then.
You let out a chuckle , even if his Personality is more carefree the caring and loving side of him will always stay there especially when he is with you.
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@fuzzydreamin thanks for the lol. ive been a little busy with life so sorry for the late response.
Favorite Color:
Green. Like Blindingly Neon almost yellow bile/acid toxic hazmat pukey green. Also black. I'm also a fan of earthy tones, warm greys and browns, rusty orangey reds, and i also unironically love that "some smoker lived here for 5+ years but i swear the walls are white" sepia color.
Last song:
Either Childish Flamingo or 1x1. I've been hopping in between really screamy and just goofy shit atm because i cant focus with anything else. 🤷 But (I also jsut got a new BMTH hoodie) BMTH's post human album has been feeding me. It's a really good (visual? no.) example of that like just angry and over it nihilist feeling and I just *MUNCH CRUNCH AAAA* like i feel like it could be just the tiniest bit angrier and louder but i think that's my headphones.
as for childish flamingo, its like that miseryxcpr thing imo. It's goofy and funny and it slaps. and it's so catchy. it's like right on the edge of aha funny and fuck you street and i love it. i hope any of that makes sense im sorry lol.
Last movie:
the Demon Slayer movie. I skipped all the way to the end to see the fight between Akaza and Rengoku because they're two of my favs ( in order from that show: Uzui (my mom calls yuzu (my cat) Uzui and its adorable) Akaza and Rengoku. I Found out the english dub is out (im way behind) and just needed to hear their english voice acting. all of it is amazing and Akaza's lil gigles during the fight make me incredibly happy. Guys who laugh/giggle mid combat? Ugh >\\x//<
Currently Watching:
Demon Slayer, Chainsaw man, Tokyo ghoul (im rewatching a bunch of animes) Steven universe. (i love all of these and full recommend them. I literally just yesterday(or the day before idk time is a blur) got a new funko pop, it's the half-kakuja kaneki and i love it.)
Other stuff i've watched this year:
Spy x Family, the Junji ito Collection, Yamishibai (if you like picture style art and horror this is great, its somewhat junji ito like, but shorter stories and ngl the zanbai ep scared me a bit) psychpass (some reccomended this to me cause im (obviously) a fan of darker more gruesome shows, and it is very dystopian, love the art work, but i just dont get it.) Given (if you havent watched this show please watch it its amazing) Yuri on ice, Banana Fish (also another fave)
(I work from home, and pretty much exist at my computer, and need to keep on music or tv to keep the bad thoughts out, so i have a lot of time and opportunity to watch stuff ok)
Shows I dropped this week:
Psycho pass. again, i just couldnt get into it. I know a lot of people seem to really like and it full seems like a show that would be up my alley. that first ep was kind of a lot though. I'm not ashamed to admit i love shows that are unafraid to show nudity and violence but the two together (ifykyk) make me uncomfortable. If this case had been a little further in the show i think it would have been fine, but it's litterally the first like ten minutes of the show. I also tried watching this a few week ago while at wasteland but we were pretty much just out the door.
Devil May Cry. I still love the games and the characters, and i remember loving the anime as a kid but its just... so different from the games lmao.
Currently Reading:
random internet stuff, fics and shit. I feel bad because i used to go to the library all the time but at the same time, i dont really have the room to store a whole bunch of books and despite being super dyslexic, i read insanely fast, so renting/buying books isnt worth it to me. (i've read entire full length series in the span of a day or two, while doing other stuff. I need longer, more conveniently packaged novels and that typically comes in the form of fanfiction. )
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Hey Tenoch Huerta Nation/Coven/Whoretas: A Gentle Reminder
I hope you are enjoying my fics, the release of BPWF on Disney+, and of course all the amazing gifs/art/fandom media that is being put out there by other creators just like me.
I got a message with a bit of attitude about me not updating enough. It was rude and dismissive and incredibly entitled so I just wanna address it here.
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I AM NOT A MACHINE. SOME DAYS I HAVE THE TIME AND CREATIVITY TO CHURN OUT MULTIPLE FICS SOMETIMES ITS NONE. I have had some family medical issues, a death of someone close to me, and a reaction to my own medication in just the past month. I will take breaks as I see fit for my own health.
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wish you were sober (E.M. x Female Reader)
okay so I had this idea. I was very much in a Conan Gray slump for the past month, and I’m so in love with the ‘’Wish you were sober’’ and ‘’Disaster” songs. And idk if it’s just me? But I feel like they kinda go together? So I thought why not make an Eddie Munson fic based on them (Bc holy shit this dude has done something to me). So the “Wish you were sober” lyrics are kind of the Reader’s POV and “Disaster” is in Eddie’s POV? I hope it makes sense. Also pls be kind, english is very much not my first language and I haven’t written anything since my One Directions days (Which, those days are still not over let me tell you that). Also I hate dialogue?? So minimal dialogue for this one idk?? I’m thinking of making this into a series if people like it enough?? Like with a big time jump idk? I have a lot of ideas. But yeah, hope you enjoy ♡
warnings: alcohol, weed, two fools in love, very much angst??, not very happy ending, implied smut?? like mentions of it idk if heavy makeouts are smut??, unrequited love or so they think??, swearing, use of (y/n), idk if i missed any pls do tell me if i did, also me being an american but havent been there since i was born so i dont really know how america works so if anything is weird again pls do tell me, also idk when to fit this in the timeline of stranger things?? nobody really mentions vecna and everybody is happy and eddie is alive (if i go on with this series then this is fit like in their last year of high school i guess?? we’ll see)
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summary: You and Eddie Munson have a not so formal agreement. At the end of the night of every party, when alcohol doesn’t really do anything for any of you anymore - You switch it out for each other’s lips. But what happens when you’re a little bit greedy, and still want even more?
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It was the first big party of the fall. The Halloween party, nonetheless. Pre-Eddie entering your life, Halloween was the only party you ever went to all year. Post-Eddie it was any and every party you could find, at least the ones you knew would be attended by the pretty, long haired boy. Sometimes you liked to imagine he felt the same.
“this party’s shit, wish we could dip. could anywhere but here.”
‘’So, what are you supposed to be dressed as?’’ You drank the rest of your drink before hopping off the counter, giving Steve a twirl and showing off your very homemade witch costume. You’d have actually prefered to sit down, plan out your whole costume and find every piece so it would have looked perfect for the night. But between classes, your job and finding a very limited time to see family and friends, the season changing from summer into autumn hadn’t occurred to you. So here you were, in a little black dress with a witch hat you had bought for your first ever real Halloween party a couple of years back and some old jewelry sown lazily onto your dress. ‘’Well Steve Harrington, I am the wicked witch of Hawkins. Can’t you tell?’’ You said with a bow. Steve just chuckled and filled up his glass with cheap looking liqueur.
“nineteen, but you act twentyfive now. knees weak, but you talk really fly, wow.”
‘’He’s here, you know?’’ Steve asked while throwing a ping pong ball that landed perfectly in your beer. You just shrugged while you downed the beer, trying to look clueless as to what he was saying ‘’He asked about you when he arrived,’’ Steve continued while you tried aiming for just one of the 5 still perfectly lined up glasses in front of him, but missing yet again. You didn’t actually know how Steve persuaded you to play beer pong, knowing how bad you were. Maybe some liquid courage for the night ahead?
“ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed, take me where the music ain’t too loud.”
You didn’t know when or how you ended up on the sofa, surrounded by Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan. Also it just didn’t really matter at this point, your only point of focus being Eddie, dressed as the devil (no surprise there, right?) talking to that pretty blonde. You know the kind of pretty blonde that actually had planned her costume. The one who actually took her friends out, found a costume (a whole costume, not just a random, forgotten dress on the floor of her closet). The kind of blonde Eddie would be proud to show around in town, not someone who only got to taste his lips when he had one too many beers. ‘’Earth to (Y/N)?’’ Jonathan said, waving his hand in front of your face. Steve looked at you with pity in his eyes, being the only one actually knowing who occupied your mind. ‘’Mmm?’’ You said, still looking at the scene in front of you, afraid that you might miss something if you looked away, even for a second. ‘’So, truth or dare? What is it going to be?’’ Robin laughed. You weren’t entirely sure you had ever agreed to the game, alcohol clouding your thoughts, but you had nothing else to do, right? ‘’I guess.. Dare?’’ You said with a sheepish smile, regretting it only mere seconds later. Not only because you were now sitting comfortably on the sofa, squished between Nancy and the coushions, kinda acting like a weighted blanket. Not only because Robin wore a devilish smile while she whispered something in Steve’s ear. No, also because your friends had seen you literally kill the pretty blonde in front of Eddie, with your eyes and that gave Robin a very good idea.
“save me ‘til the party is over. kiss me in the seat of your Rover. real sweet but i wish you were sober.”
It was the first Halloween you attended with the intent of actually partying. The other years where Steve had thrown his big Halloween parties and invited you, you were always sitting on the sofa, soda in hand while being the designated driver. You didn’t mind, alcohol or parties weren’t your thing up until that day (You know the day every teen gets? When they realize that life is just rushing by and they won’t have any fun stories to tell before they’re out of high school? Or was that just you?) Nevertheless, here you were at your first real (well, first real for you) Halloween party. The drinks were flowing (That was also the night you realized you were very much a light weight) Bodies dancing everywhere. You just needed a second for yourself, just to sit on the toilet to gather yourself. ‘’Hoooly shit, I’m drunk’’ You giggled to yourself. You stood up, ready to wash your hands but got a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. ‘’I looked so pretty when I got here, and now look at me’’ You pouted at yourself in the mirror. ‘’Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was in here’’ A voice said behind you, but you were all too occupied with your mascara to care ‘’No no, it’s fine. Come in. I don’t mind’’ You hiccuped, trying very hard not to poke your eye out with your mascara wand. ‘’I’m not really sure we’re that close yet, that I would feel comfortable using the toilet in front of you, pretty girl’’ You could see Eddie Munson coming up behind your back in the mirror. It was not that you didn’t know Eddie, your friends were his friends. It was just that he once let it slip to Steve that you were oh so hot, but how he wished you weren’t so boring. He wasn’t wrong, about the last part anyway. But there was one thing you and Eddie had in common, you just didn’t really care what others thought. So even though you had found Eddie pretty, fucking attractive, it didn’t stick with you that he thought you were boring. ‘’A penny for your thoughts?’’ He asked behind you. Guess you had a habit of zoning out a little bit too much. ‘’I’ll get out of your way, sorry.’’ You said, trying to grab the handle, but falling over your own heels. Eddie was quick to grab you, sit you on the toilet, pour out his beer from his cup and hand you the glass back with water.
And that's how the ‘’tradition’’ started. Nothing major happened that night. You were too drunk, and Eddie was a gentleman. You just sat in his van, talked about life, got a much needed (also a little bit too late) apology for his comment to Steve. Ever since then, the parties always ended up in his van. It didn’t take long until the passenger seat got abandoned for Eddie’s lap and curfew got dragged longer and longer into the night. But that was all that it was. Stolen glances at parties, long makeout sessions leading to always just a little bit more. And at first, that was fine. You weren’t really looking for anything other than a little attention. But as you got to know Eddie more, nothing was enough. Eddie, who had started carrying around a blanket in the van, just so you could snuggle under it when you got a bit too drunk and just wanted to talk. Eddie, who remembered that your favorite smell was vanilla (Also it was hard for him to forget, you basically bathed in your vanilla perfume every time you went to a party because one time, he said that you smelled really good) went out and bought a Wunderbaum so his car would smell like vanilla for you. Eddie, whose lips were just a little too soft to forget.
Anyway, that was only in the confinement of his van. At school things didn’t change, sure he would smile at you a little more, talk to you a little longer but until that alcohol hit Eddie’s lips, you felt like you didn’t really matter in his world.
“pullin me close, begging me, ‘’stay over’’, but i’m over this roller coaster.”
‘’I dare you, to steal away.. One Mr. Eddie Munson’’ Robin said, with a proud smirk. You looked at Steve, hoping he would help, but all he could do was shrug ‘’Those are the rules, girly’’. Sure Eddie would go with you, having downed about 10 beers and had 2 joints.. Or at least you hoped so. But as you looked over, once again, the pretty blonde had her arms around his waist and Eddie was biting his lips looking down at her. You looked at Robin, one more time, hoping she would give you another dare, but she just slumped back on the sofa, smiling. You stood up, knees wobbly, straightening out your dress while trying to come up with enough courage to walk over there. You poked Robin’s cheek on your way out to the make-shift dance floor. You could feel all eyes on you, not just your friends, but also the people surrounding you. Honestly, at this point you wished the floor would swallow you whole. And then you came face to face with… Eddie’s back. You still weren’t sure what to do, how to get his attention.
‘’Hey pretty boy, I missed you. Meet me in your van in 10 minutes’’ You whispered in his ear. You were honestly disgusted with yourself. Why would you say something like that? When have you ever said something like that? Why the hell would you call him a pretty boy? You never called Eddie pretty boy? Also, at this point you were pretty tired of whatever this thing between you two was. How would the boy ever know about your feelings, when you said stuff like that? You cringed, and started walking out. Steve and Robin threw their hands up ‘’What the hell was that?’’ Steve asked. You just smiled and skipped out of the door. It was only when Eddie excused himself from the blonde and raced out of the door that Steve and Robin looked at each other, laughed and felt a little proud of their friend's achievement.
“i’mma crawl out the window now. getting good at saying ‘’gotta bounce’’. honestly you always let me down. and i know we’re not just hanging out.’’
‘’Eddie.. Eddie, stop’’ As soon as Eddie got in the wan, he was pulling you on his lap, attacking your mouth with kisses ‘’What, pretty girl, isn’t this what you wanted?’’ He said, mocking you. I mean this was kind of what you wanted. Why you came. Only this wasn’t all you wanted, you wanted to arrive at the party with Eddie, not just leave. You wanted to plan cheesy couples costumes, not just arrive and accidentally match (Which this year, you didn’t. So.) You wanted to dance, kiss, and talk all night. Not just when you were in his van or when the party got too boring. ‘’A penny for your thoughts?’’ He asked, just the same way he did at that first Halloween party. You licked your lips, you knew what you wanted to say. You knew what you wanted. You also just didn’t want to lose this. Whatever this was. Because holy fucking shit, had Eddie swept you right off your feet and started your new adventure as a young adult. He cocked his head, while still wearing that smile you just wanted to kiss stupid. But this was the time you needed to stand your ground. When you had mentioned to Steve briefly that you weren’t in the most ideal situation with Eddie, he had tried to coach you in the way of admitting your feelings, in his words ‘’You don’t have anything to lose. So what if he doesn’t feel the same? You’ll stop wasting your time and find someone more deserving.’’ But what Steve didn’t understand, and what you didn’t feel like you could tell him was, that Eddie didn’t feel like a waste of time. No matter what this was, this thing going on between you two, didn’t feel like a waste of time at all. Eddie listened to you, understood you, made you laugh at any given chance.
‘’Hey, you with me, baby?’’ Eddie started to grow concerned. You were just sitting on his lap, looking kind of hazed out while biting your lips. ‘’Y-Yeah. Just thinking’’ You said while playing with his hair, a nervous habit you had formed a while ago, which actually benefited both. ‘’Mmmh, about?’’ Eddie asked, while slowly starting to kiss down your neck. It took everything in you to not just shut off your thoughts and give all of you to that beautiful, doe eyed boy in front of you. ‘’Us’’ you said, almost a whisper. This made Eddie stop his actions, swinging his head back up to face you, while his grip around your thighs tightened. He almost looked like a man in love, you let yourself think for only just a second. There was an awkward silence after that. You weren’t sure if Eddie was waiting for you to proceed or if he had to gather up any confidence to say that there simply wasn’t an ‘’Us’’. There was you, and him and sometimes you and him just happened to cross paths. But there wasn't an ‘’Us’’.
‘’Yeah, and what do you think about, when you’re thinking about us?’’ He tried getting you to proceed. His tone didn’t give anything away. ‘’It’s just.. I’m just.. It’s..’’ You said, biting your lips. Come on. This isn’t so hard. You’ve told him about some of your hardest times, some of your darkest secrets and he didn’t judge you one ounce. Why was it so hard to get it out? ‘’I’m not sure I can do this anymore’’ You settled on saying that, still not giving yourself away. You started fiddling with his jacket. Not daring to look into his eyes ‘’Oh.. Okay. May I ask why?’’ He took your fingers, started to toy with them. This was his new nervous habit. Again, beneficial for both. ‘’I just.. I’m not sure this is enough for me anymore? Y’know? I don’t know if I can keep on pretending that this is good enough for me anymore.’’ You said, without thinking twice. The only thing you were trying to do, is to shield yourself and your feelings against Eddie. You didn’t wanna drop the L-bomb for him to not feel the same (Oh, not the love-bomb by the way. You may be head over heels for this boy, but you’re not quite sure that a few drunken kisses can lead to love.)
‘’ ‘Cause the potential of us, it was keepin me up all night long’’
While the turmoil was still going on inside your head, Eddie was beginning his own war in his mind. What you said, to shield yourself, twisted itself in Eddie's head. What he heard was that he wasn’t enough for you anymore, that he wasn’t enough.
While Eddie didn’t plan on this to be an occurrence as often as it had been, he didn’t mind it. At first you were just the hot girl who could make him forget about his own misery once or twice a month. Eddie swore that at first he only needed company, no matter what or who that company was. It didn’t hurt that it was you, a sight for sore eyes. It made it even easier to forget his own life. But then those stolen, drunken kisses turned into Eddie swapping his beer for water, only for him to remember everything you said the next day, for not forgetting how you smelled so beautifully of vanilla, for remembering every tiny detail about you and lasty, just so he could see your drunken little dance as you walked up to your front door after he’d driven you home. He couldn’t exactly pin-point when he realized that this was no longer just a distraction. That this was actually the best part of the parties. That whenever he knew you were in the same space as him, he couldn’t stop looking to meet your beautiful eyes.
“this could be a disaster, there’s so many factors. Like, what if you freak out and then we’re losin it all. At the critical chapter where I say I love you, and you don’t say it after”
‘’I’ll just drive you home’’ That was it. That was the best reply Eddie could muster up. He wanted an explanation, he knew he should have asked. He knew, deep down, that he must have misunderstood. But that little part of him, the little part telling him that he, Eddie Munson, was not worthy of love from such a beautiful, charismatic, clever young lady like yourself, won yet again. ‘’No, Eddie, it's fine. I’ll just get Steve to drive me home. You just go back to the party and we’ll just pretend this didn’t happen. Honestly it’s fine. Like I saw how much fun you had with that blonde girl, what is her name again? Oh it’s Amelia right? Yeah, Amelia. She is fun. And pretty. And well put together I really liked her costume. And also I forgot to tell you that I liked yours. Like those small devil horns? TO DIE FOR. Yeah, so I mean I guess I’ll just leave your car and then I’ll get Steve to drive me home, and then we’ll just see each other monday like nothing happened, right?’’ Another thing Eddie adored, your rambling. Whenever he’d push your boundaries, just a little, you’d just start telling him about your day. How Dustin had made a fool of himself in the cafeteria, spilling spaghetti sauce all over his white tee, because he was too caught up in telling a story. About how Robin made it a competition to see how many times she could make Steve fall in one shift at Family Video. But not this time. No. Because this time may very well be the last time he will ever hear you rambling, to him at least. This time you were all wrong. Letting your insecurities shine through, ones he himself had added to before he got to know you. And Eddie still cursed himself out for it, everytime he thought of it.
Yes, you did see him with Amelia. What you didn’t see was that he could not stop looking at you, behind her. Looking at how you looked so damn cute when you zoned out from time to time, how your smile grew wider and wider with every sip of your cup, and although Eddie would never really admit this to you - Or even himself. He kind of liked how you didn’t really look all that amused by Amelia. He let himself believe that you were jealous, that you felt like Eddie belonged to you. Because in all honesty, he did. Every fiber of his being belonged to you. You just had to ask, and he would happily, never ever look at another girl again.
‘’but if i’m reading it wrong, man, it’d be better off if i died, oh’’
‘’Yeah, no. It’s fine. I’m getting tired. I’ll drive you home. I was planning on it, so it’s no hassle.’’ Why couldn’t he at least try to ask? Ask what you meant? Ask what you wanted? Also, why couldn’t he look away from your damn cherry colored lips? So plump, so delicious. But now in a very obvious pout. ‘’Y’know’’ Eddie said, starting the car. ‘’I like your costume too. It’s really pretty.. Your real pretty. You’re always really, fucking pretty.’’ At least that's something right? Kind of gentleman-like? Not a full on, love confession. But something. Maybe it’ll change your mind? Maybe you’ll lean over the console, giving him a kiss that he sought after, ever since you broke off the last one. Maybe you’ll realize he looks at you everyday, thinks of you everyday, daydreams about you everyday. ‘’Thanks Eddie.’’ You say. Not looking at him. Not leaning over the console. So you didn’t understand, and what’s even worse is that you didn’t even believe him. He could hear it in your tone. He knew you, goddammit.
‘’So..’’
‘’I just think’’
You started talking at the same time. Finally. Finally. You smile. At him, nonetheless. ‘’It’s fine, you go first, baby’’ It was a habit. He couldn’t just be expected to stop a habit, albeit he didn’t want to. Not really. ‘’I just think it’s better this way, you know? Like I like you. Very fucking much. Not like, like you? I like kissing you? Is that weird to say? Well I do. And I like hanging out with you, you’re like my party-best friend? Y’know? Like a work-husband? But switch it out with ‘’party’’. Party husband.. No, no. Party best friend? Party, very good looking, very good kisser best friend? That makes sense, yeah,’’ You were so proud of yourself, Eddie couldn’t stop smiling. He knew what was to come, but you were so cute, his smile wouldn’t falter. ‘’Anyhooow. It’s better this way. None of us caught feelings, right? And I’m going off to college, right? So like, we don’t have to do the whole shabang with crying and missing each other. Like we’ll just stop it here. One last kiss at Halloween. Very good. I like that.’’ None of us caught feelings. None of us caught feelings. None. Of. Us. Caught. Feelings.Your sentence kept replaying in Eddie’s head. He didn’t even know what to say anymore. ‘’Yeah, no. Yeah. You’re right. It’s silly. You’re going off to college, and me. I’m.. Y’know. I’ll figure stuff out probably. Yeah, no. Good that we didn’t catch any of those mean things called feelings, right?’’ He said, laughing, hand tight on his neck.
The rest of the car ride was silent. There wasn’t anything left to say. A daydream. It was all that it was. You coming out of your cocoon, a beautiful butterfly ready to fly off to college. And Eddie. Eddie was still just that. Eddie. Not good enough for you, Eddie. Not brave enough to tell you how he felt, Eddie. Not your boyfriend, not your hero, Eddie.
And while he watched you dance up to your front door one last time, while he fell in his oh so empty bed, Eddie couldn’t do anything. Not cry. Not laugh. Nothing. Because he screwed it up. He really screwed it up this time.
‘’maybe i’m mistaken. you’re not mine for takin. maybe i’m mistaken. maybe i just made it up, messed it up.’’
so idk i kind of hate this one??? i started writing this in like??? july?? but i have an idea of like multiple chapters?? like throughout their life?? idk the next one is going to be set in college. and i also wanna elaborate more on how eddie fell for the reader. also the whole toilet scene?? where reader is sad about her makeup?? yeah that was very much inspired by myself. only i didn’t have eddie munson coming in. also all my inspirations come from song lyrics?? so i think songs will be a big part of this world im trying to create?? and yeah most of them will be modern:/ im sorry:/ but yeah. let me know what u think. pls be kind. kisses and hugs to all you lovies ♡
EDIT: i privated this for a long time?? so if you’ve already red it thats why. i put it up again BECAUSE IM WRITING A NEW FIC RIGHT NOW and idk so here it is again
#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x afab reader#stranger things x reader#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x reader angst#eddie munson fan fic
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what inspired you to write sunny days and echoes of deception? Honestly I think your story telling is very interesting! I haven't seen anyone make a DogDay x reader story like yours. That's what drew my attention in!
Same with echoes, the au is an interesting take, we usually see Vanessa as the "bad guy" but never the reader. Will you post more chapters soon? I hope you didn't stop writing for them!
Hi hi! Thank you so much that's so sweet! But ofc I admire all of the dogday x reader writers, if it wasn't for my hyper fixation and reading all the amazing stories I probably wouldn't have started posting anything, so I gotta give them credit!
My main inspiration tends to be kdrama, LOTSSS of daydreaming and music! The whole "write for yourself" plays a part in it too, I love family drama, fluff, slow burns, betrayal, scandals so why not write it but with characters I love? In a way I guess it's a bit self indulgent but isn't that kinda the whole point of writing fanfics? Haha
Also yeah I think it's a 50/50 with Vanessa fics, not complaining but sometimes I wanna see the reader causing problems for everyone 🤭 I'm going to post again soon! I already have a few chapters written I just havent been able to post much because we're taking care of a family member right now :3
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srn is so addicting, like i love the story already!!
(spoiler warning for people)
chris is such a lovesick loser haha. like going into every bakery just to find one girl 🤭 and bringing back food cuz he feels bad to not buy anything, i loved that bit, especially the boys reactions. skz dont get paid enough to put up with his bs 😂
also jilix being the chaos demons is so perfect. theyre my favs in the whole fic so far! their reactions are always the best/funniest
and honorable mention to the way you write y/n. i like the sarcasm/confidence you can feel from the character. idk i havent ready many fics where y/n is like that, so kudos for that
to end my essay, i am in love with this story and looking forward to next chapter! 💕
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welcome back moony!
i put crack in it. my other nickname is feelpluggie, didn't you know
no but all jokes aside, I needed a break from writing super serious Chris. i think in all my other smaus so far (and most of my other posts in general) i make him the level headed, more responsible one. which he still is but just becomes no thoughts head empty when in love, which you're right, the rest of skz doesn't get paid enough to deal with his love sick ass.
someone pointed out during ephemeral love that Lix is always violent in my smaus and i was doing that by accident kinda but now it's feelbokkie canon but i watched the spa skz code episode before i started officially writing SRN where Changbin said that Lix was pretending to not understand the rules and bam SRN!Felix was born. it's also feelbokkie canon that Han is always going through it in some way, but this time it's funny unlike in ephemeral love
thank you! i try to make y/n different in every smau to kind of fit the plot more realistically (not dissing the way anyone else writes y/n before anyone says something) but also making them a good match for the version of skz they're paired up with (so like when one last dance comes out, we're going to have a head strong y/n and an anxious as hell on for let's fall in love, irl) (i hope, my smaus tend to become sentient and run wild)
next chapter WAS going to come out tonight but i feel into a wanteez hole yet again so maybe tomorrow?
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