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shamelessfaceless · 13 days

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1. The one and only Spider-Woman.

Pairings: WandaNat x F!Spidey!Polish!Reader, OC x Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

Summary: When your girlfriend cheated on you, you decided to finally accept Tony Stark's offer.

Warnings: Cheating with man, sad R, Homophobia

Wc: 1.2k

A/n: I will put my whole heart in this series😭 Next parts are gonna be longer.

You promised yourself you would always smile while wearing your mask. For this reason your mask was showing the bottom of your face. It was your own project and it had a special place in your heart. You wanted to show people that nitatter what you are doing, and who you fight with, you will always smile, just be happy that you can protect innocent people. Another reason why you projected your mask like that, was the fact that you have fangs. It's not like you use them often, but they can be really helpful. One little bite, and can paralysis villains for a while. S.H.I.E.L.D knew about your existence, and wanted you to join avengers. They even send to you the one and only Tony Stark with Nick Fury. You decided to wait. It was your last month of school, and you had a girlfriend you didn’t want to leave alone.

You graduated with not so bad grades, and you passed all your exams with almost the best scores in your class. You hoped your girlfriend would be with you, but she texted you at the last minute that she needed to take care of her sick mother. You believed her. How could you not? She was almost the most important person in your life. So in the evening you decided to visit her, her mother knew you really well, and was happy her daughter had someone like you. Well, she didn’t know you were a couple, she was a typical homophobic christian, just like most people in your country.

Only thing in her room you could see was how deep she was in kissing a guy. She didn’t even notice you opened the door to her room. Looking in her cold eyes made your stomach flip. You don't even know how... no, when this happened. You don't know when she met him, when he started being the reason she's smiling everyday, when she stopped caring about you. Only thing you can look at are her sky blue eyes you loved looking at. You were always finding your safe space in her, now the only thing you see in her eyes is how much she is disgusted in you. Her words were something you were expecting. You weren't enough. He is a man, of course she would want to be with him, how could she love a girl? You were just stupid thinking he was just her friend.You tried so much to not end up like before. But everything is always the same. You are trying your best, but they are always choosing someone else, someone who isn't so complicated, someone who is.. pure. The most important, they always will choose someone who will fuck with them after a week of dating. They don't understand why you care about romantic things, when you could just let them fuck you. They are animals chasing their own pleasure, don't giving fuck about true love.

It was the first time when you put on your mask and did wear your bright smile.

There was no reason for you to stay. Your friend moved out a long time ago, and for you, your online friends were enough. Your parents were dead. At least for you. Just like you were dead for them. They didn’t want a Lesbian daughter, and you hated them for all the traumas they gave you. You half lived on the street. Most of the time you were spending in school or saving your country. You showed up in your home only if you needed to take a shower or books for school.

“What are you thinking about kiddo?” Tony asked, putting hand on your back.

“You know, just how my girlfriend cheated on me few hours ago, and now Im part of fucking Avengers” You didn’t even looked at him. You only look at changing numbers signaling that you were higher every second.

After running away from your girlfriend's house, you called Tony. Only thing you wanted was to leave as far away and as fast as you could. Break ups were always hard for you. You just wanted to feel loved, feel important for someone. Looking at the sunset on top of one of the buildings was your way to say goodbye to the country you truly love. You promised yourself, you will start a new and better life. No thinking about the past. You need to let it go, and life looking at the future. You knew it would be hard, but you also knew you needed to do this. There's too many open wounds, just because you couldn’t let go thinking about the past every night.

Pretending to smile while meeting everyone was the hardest part. Pretending to be happy while in the back of your mind the only thing you could think of was your exs, and how you couldn’t be enough for them. Tony left you just when you walked out of the elevator. Steve introduced himself and his friend Bucky. You gave them a polite smile and mumbled your name. You just wanted to go to your room and sleep the rest of the day. Next people that introduced themselves were Clint, Bruce and Sam. Last person was Natasha Romanoff. You learned from her that her wife Wanda is on the mission with Thor.

“I hear slavic accent.”

“Oh, yeah… I'm Polish.”

“Tony was one hundred percent sure you're from Russia.” You hate when people mistake you for Russian. It's not even like your languages sound super alike.

“Chuj.” You said to yourself. “Uhm, nevermind.”You looked at the floor when she looked at you. Natasha just laughed it off and you smiled.

(Chuj - Dick)

“I'm guessing you don’t know where your room is?” When your eyes met her forest green ones, you felt like you couldn’t look away, but you needed to. You didn't want her to take you for a freak.

“Yeah… Stark just left me here, and didn’t show me anything.” You rolled your eyes.

“Come with me. Tony decides that you will take Wanda's old room. We have lived together for the past few years, so her room stood empty. It's next to ours.” She said pointing at one of the doors. “So if you need something you can always knock.”

“So… It was nice to meet the famous black widow.” You opened the door to your room.

“It was nice to meet another spider.” After you closed the door you looked around the room. You didn’t take many things with you, so there wasn’t a lot to unpack. Just some clothes and books. Just a few minutes and everything was in their places. You looked out the window and a few seconds later at mask in your hands.

After a while you were jumping between buildings. It's late at night, so one would rather see you. When you get tired of jumping, running and half flying, you sit at the top of a skyscraper.

“So It will be my new life. The spider-woman saving the world.” You laughed to yourself. “It's almost unbelievable."

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allamericansbitch · 25 days

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since y'all seemed to want this.... here's the live notes i took while listening to each song for the first time (bold are thoughts i had during later listens)

fortnight:

‘i was a functioning alcohol till nobody noticed my new aesthetic’ what the fuck does that even mean…

love the fact she gave post the female collab treatment. don’t wanna hear what he has to say.

they’re voices sound actually good together?

some pockets of the melody are catchy

okay i don’t hate this

ttpd:

her red flags are on fire in this song lol

this seems very half-cooked

also jacks weird mixing continues to plague us all

CHARLIE PUTH???? WHAT THE FUCK WHY HE HERE

tattooed golden retriever??? ……no way

my boy breaks all his favorite toys:

i blinked and it’s half over

this also is like… half cooked and didn’t need to be released tbh

i love the way she sings the second verse tho

down and:

the production does not match the vibe

did tpain produce this

i’m… kinda bored lol

like i have nothing to say this also didn’t need to be released tbh

this grew on me a lot actually

so long london

the production is so futuristic?

oh im obsessed with how she sounds on this one

her talk-singing in the verses is great

honest lyrics without any clunky unnecessary metaphors! a win!!

the fast-paced verses with th slow chorus is really really cool

a favorite so far

daddy i love him

i can barely hear her? the bad mixing continues

‘growing up precociously sometimes means not growing up at all’ oh yeah WE KNOW

is this…… is this about her dating matty and loving how people hate him… no fucking way she’s this stupid

SHE IS BEING THIS STUPID

‘it’s white noise’ yeah yeah that’s exactly how id describe him

.... anyway y'all remember when fans really believed the little mermaid theory and this song was supposed to be about how 'joe stole her voice' lmaooo

we will pretend this one doesn't exist!

fresh out the slammer

are we getting another ‘i didn’t cheat technically’ song lol

what is this weird tempo change….

okay kinda catchy

it’s sounds exactly like you are in love at the end….. jack is really out of tricks

florida

‘my friends all smell like weed or little babies’ what the fuck is she even talking about anymore

i’m sorry but i’m laughing at the phrase ‘fuck me up florida’

again the production sounds so detached from the vocals

i honestly still have no idea how i feel about this one

guilt as sin

an real instrument?? wow crazy

okay she’s kinda cute? catchy and fun, love the melody

i love when she goes up at the end of the vocal

okay…. i don’t mind this one she’s catchy, a little too long and drawn out but cute

who’s afraid of little old me?

what is this production? it’s way too soft to be as threatening as they’re trying for

why did jack push her vocals back so far when she’s supposed to scream…. that’s ruins the whole thing…. she’s supposed to be screaming and threatening….. not quiet and far away…. hello

this song is trying very hard to be threatening but it’s not... vigilante shit 2.0

‘you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum they raised me’…………… upper middle-class pennsylvania?

‘i’m drunk on my own tears isn’t that what they all say, that’ll sue you if you step on my lawn’ okay bar?

the bridge was good but that’s about it.

i can fix him

…………… not another matty song oh god

‘i can handle a dangerous man’…… im too stunned to speak this is so embarrassing

wow taylor really is that girl who like ‘women supporting women’ and then dates/defends a racist bf…. a walking example of white feminism

intersectional feminism found dead.... twice....

loml

okay this is really nice?

I WAS ACTUALLY ENJOYING THE SONG WHY DID SHE RUIN IT BY SAYING ‘MR STEAL YOUR GIRL’ 💀

if we ignore that one line we're good this is good. im refusing to let that line ruin such a good song

i can do it with a broken heart

‘bitch smile’ why are there so many cringey lyrics on this album lol

what is this song omg why do i kind of like it

taylor please learn depressed isn’t a synonym for sad

they recycled the mastermind production

wait till taylor finds out most of the entire world is sad while they're doing their job and has to pretend they're not

smallest man who ever lived

oh i think i like this?

‘you said normal girls were boring’ GIRL AND YOU DIDNT IMMEDIATELY GET UP AND LEAVE??? EWWWW??? she's not beating the pick-me allegations

'i just wanna know if rusting my sparking summer was the goal' okay love that line

i like this a lot

the alchemy

no….. no way this is real

i cannot

THE SPORTS METAPHORS WE JOKED SHED DO THAT AND SHE ACTUALLY DID IT OH NO

touchdown ✅ teams ✅ benches ✅ winning streak ✅ the league ✅

she’s doing…… the worst thing ever this is so laughable

the corny lyrics are on overload

‘this time it’s heroine with an e’ didn’t she write folklore? i can’t remember

that literally was an snl parody of a taylor song

clara bow

love how the guitar sounds… bet money this is an aaron track

a stevie nicks reference!! a win!!!

i like this one a lot no cringey lyrics yet

nope never mind she name-dropped herself don’t like that

overall really liked it tho

the black dog

i think i like it?? this is kind of what i expected the album to be

okay for once the weird production choices kind of pay off

imgonnagetyouback

kinda catchy?

she loves a fancy car getting wrecked line

the pre-choruses are the best part

this would’ve been better without the jack of it all bc he loves a song that doesnt build to anything

this just comes down to personal preference: i don’t like her lighter vocals with jack’s heavy production (ie most of lover lol)

the albatross

a real instrument!!! production that matches taylor’s voice and is well mixed!!! aaron’s arrived!!

i think it’s solid, has good writing and she sounds great. that's about it.

chloe or sam or…

took me a solid minute to have any semblance of a fuck to know what was going on but okay

okay i love this one

wayyyy more emotive than like… most of the original album

a lot of the 2nd version (or whatever this is lol) are way more emotive, maybe because her voice isnt drenched in reverb so we can actually hear her voice emote better

how did it end

this sounds like an old school adele song?

i love this one too….

her being upset people wanna know what happened but then also feeding it while promoting the album oop

i love the story of this one it's so refreshing

so high school

THE PRODUCTION is so good ugh aaron never fails

the man here is a walking red flag girl and the lyrics are ~not it~ but the production is too pretty to hate it

fuck these lyrics are so bad lol

maybe if i disassociate hard enough i can ignore the lyrics and just listen to the production and vibe

give me a karaoke version of this song and we'd be so back

i hate it here

i mentioned disassociation and she made a whole song about it!!!! this one’s mine!!!!

‘without all the racists’ GIRL HUH

WHAT WAS THE REASON

also... girl don’t act like we don’t know you’re fine with that lololololol

if i had a dime for every time i was liking a song to then have it slapped away because of a bad, out-of-pocket lyric……

thank you aimee

this isn’t grabbing my attention

oh the bridge is interesting

it’s meh

i will never be thanking the people that bullied me thanks tho

i look in peoples windows

what do you mean aaron didn’t produce this??? it’s well-made and has instruments?

i love this one, again a really interesting and unique concept that's very refreshing to hear at this point when a lot of the songs feel repetitive

the prophecy

aaron guitar!!!!

she’s nice i like her

i've really grown to love how she sings this one, the melodies are cool.. however i feel like we've heard the same melody.. like on this exact album... where she upturns at the end of every line...

cassandra

this seems very…. familiar… idk i feel like we’ve covered this (i mean there are 31 songs we’ve already covered everything lol)

this is such an aaron song, that's a classic 'the national' piano

i like her voice in this one tho, sounds good

peter

oh love i love this

now this? THIS feels the most like a taylor swift song

once again she’s at her best with a simple instrument and emotive simple lyrics

the piano reminds me of champagne problems

the bolter

i like this! the chorus is so cute

oh i like that ending line a lot!

she’s cute, a little long and drawn out but cute

robin

i haven’t seen anyone talk about this one

welp…. i literally have no feelings toward this one but sounds pretty!

the manuscript

oh this is soooooooo powerful

i love this concept

her ending the album on another introspective album that sums everything up a la dear reader yep yep!!

if you actually read of this ily 💗

#tp #ttpd lb #kind of lol

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quin-ns · 11 months

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hey ! may i request some fluff with ethan landry where he thinks she’s asleep so he whispers i love you to her but she was actually awake? (can either be established relationship or not) you can decide how she reacts :))

im so glad i found your blog because you write for many of the things that i like and it honestly felt like i hit jackpot seeing your masterlist. feel free to turn down this request/change it up !!hope u are having a good day/night <3

aw well I’m happy you found me! 🫶

writing this as a quick drabble/ficlet bc I like the idea but can’t think of a whole fic lol- enjoy!

Whispers (Ethan Landry x Reader)

You weren’t going to the party at first, but all of your friends were going and you didn’t wanna feel left out.

Getting drunk wasn’t exactly the plan either. However, you were already getting your ass kicked by classes and you wanted to let loose.

Your friends encouraged you as they did the same, all of you keeping an eye on each other.

Except, you got a bit too far ahead and ended up having to leave your friends Tara and Mindy behind on the dance floor (aka, the frat house living room floor). You ended up on a couch nearby and closed your eyes, trying to zone out and not focus on the headache-inducing music.

Did it have to be so loud?

You felt someone sit down next to you and you heard a familiar voice ask you a question.

“You alright?”

You didn’t have to look to know it was your friend Ethan. You could tell his voice anywhere, the two of you were pretty close. You and Ethan liked a lot of the same stuff and it was easy to talk to him about pretty much anything.

You met him a while ago and coincidentally, his roommate was the brother to your friend Mindy. You all ended up hanging out in a group after realizing that.

“A little too drunk,” you admitted, your head lolling to the side. You opened yours eyes and found him watching you curiously. “And very tired.”

“If you’re tired I can walk you back to your place.”

You made a noise of disapproval.

“It’s so far off campus, I’d rather just sleep here.”

Sinking into the couch felt like a really good idea.

“My dorm isn’t that far,” Ethan suggested with a shy smile. “Chad won’t care and it’s a weekend so you don’t gotta worry about class.”

You did take him up on that offer.

“You’re so sweet,” you told him as the two of you entered his apartment. You laughed to yourself, feeling quite lightheaded. “And cute.”

Ethan smiled at that. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, but it’s a secret, so shhh,” you told him. You had a pretty huge crush on him, but you’d tried to keep it under wraps in order to maintain your friendship. But your words were coming out before you could stop them.

God, you were tired.

“Well, you’re pretty cute too,” Ethan said, then quickly changed topics when you didn’t respond right away. “You can take my bed, I’ll crash in the chair.”

He pointed towards a sad little beat up recliner.

You snorted. “No way, we can share.”

Ethan and Chad didn’t have bunk beds, so it was easy to kick off your shoes and climb into his bed. Another day you might’ve been more graceful, but it looked so comfortable and you couldn’t resist. Ethan did the same, not even changing into pajamas.

The two of you laid side by side and you tried to bite back a smile at the thought of being in bed with Ethan.

You rolled to the side, facing the wall, and closed your eyes. You were insanely exhausted and drunk, and really, really wanted to sleep.

“Goodnight, Ethan,” you mumbled to him. “And thanks for this.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he responded. There was a moment of silence where you thought he was going to say more, but he didn’t. Instead, he just said, “Goodnight.”

You started to drift off to sleep, getting comfortable. Maybe ten minutes passed and you should’ve been asleep, but you weren’t.

“Are you awake?” Ethan asked softly.

You were right on the edge of falling asleep finally and you knew if you started talking, that would never happen. Whatever he had to say, you two could talk about it tomorrow.

“I guess you are asleep… and now I’m just talking to myself.” Ethan laughed a little and you tried not to smile. “That’s okay, you need sleep. I just wanted to say… I’m glad you trust me and that I can be here for you. I like being your friend, and I—I like you, y’know?”

It was quiet for a long moment. Your breathing remained steady and you thought maybe he’d closed his eyes and drifted off.

Instead, he rolled onto his side and wrapped an arm over your body.

“I really like you, actually. Like I lot… as more than just a friend,” Ethan continued in a whisper. You could feel his heart racing against your back and you tried to not let on that you were awake. “Maybe even love you, but that’s crazy, right? We’re not even dating and I think I’m in love with you…

You really wanted to open your eyes, but you didn’t want to embarrass him. He’d just poured his heart out, it didn’t seem like the right move to surprise him.

“I’ll tell you for real someday, if I can ever get the courage to ask you out.”

You hoped that was a promise that Ethan could keep. You liked him too—a lot—and hopefully that day he’d ask you out would come soon. You really wanted to see how things would go because you had a feeling that you could be in love him too.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #scream 6 #scream #quin-ns writing #request #ficlet #asks

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abrcmswrld · 6 months

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Treacherous | Mike Schmidt x Reader

Summary: Reader and Mike have been best friends since childhood. After a fight, Reader is given a surprise visit.

Warnings: General Angst, General Fluff, a suggestive make out scene in the nude but nothing too crazy, mentions of feminine clothing in one part but overall gender neutral

Author's Note: IM EDITING THIS RN SO PLEASE JUST IGNORE THE MISTAKES AND LIKE DUMB STUFF This is my first fic for Mike so bear with me! I tried so hard to adhere to the movie timeline but if it seems shaky please just ignore it lmao. I'm also bad at pacing sorry. I’d love to make this a series cause I’m in love with a good friends to lovers trope.

Mike had always been a bit of a mess. All of the time that you've known him, this has never changed. You can recall times on the playground of boys calling him names for his sensitivities. How were they to know the gravity of his situation? How were you to know? But you always felt called to stand up for him either way.

So you'd hound them off. You'd grab his hand and pull him off the dirt and to a quiet corner of the playground. The two of you would sit on the wooden border, picking at the grass and watching the other kids play.

His sensitivities would quickly turn to a certain hardness that you'd never fully come to understand, even in your late twenties. He'd open up the tiniest bit in high school, after his mother had passed away. He was only 17 years old. You were still children.

You have memories of standing uncomfortably in the dress your mother had insisted you wear to the funeral. You didn't know how to approach him then. He sat alone in a chair on the far side of the funeral home, a blank expression on his face. You couldn't say a word as you took tiny footsteps towards him. And he didn't say a word either, just looked up with bloodshot eyes. You'd hugged him then, feeling his shoulders shakes against you.

Soon it was time for the two of you to start thinking about college and your lives outside of the scope of small town high school. Talks of plans to find something new and excited were quickly stomped out by the failures of his father. You can recall a 23 year old Mike begging for your company on late nights when his father's drinking had reached a climax.

And you'd gladly show up for him. Abby was only six by that time, and Mike was all she had. Mike spoke about his father with disdain to you. Never crying the way he had as child, but you could see a sad anger within the conversations. And really, you couldn't blame him.

You can remember a night on the roof of your childhood home. It wasn’t your first time sneaking Mike through the window of your bedroom. It was a cold December night, and you were home for the holidays.

“I don’t think my dad’s coming back.”

Your knees were pulled up and under your chin as you rest your head and listened to his worries. “What do you mean?”

He sighed. “I mean, he hasn’t been back for three days and I think this might finally be it.”

You furrowed your brows and met his gaze.

“I’ll move back here.”

In that moment he had begged you not to. You were so close to finishing your degree and he insisted that he could not be the reason you didn’t finish. So you heeded to his wishes. You finished your final semester.

In the 6 months that you were gone after that night, his dad had not returned. Mike had stepped up to be a guardian for his sister. Family court would later assure this in legal documentation.

You had hugged him tightly the first night you were home and assured him that you would be there, for the both of them.

━━━

You would prove that to him when his original babysitter had ghosted him.

“Probably got tired of not being paid.” He had said when you asked why.

You don’t ask for pay. You had a day job that kept you stable enough to live. And as Mike’s hours were night shift, there was really no problem with the arrangement.

It would go on for a few weeks. You hadn’t seen pay, but you didn’t mind. Mike would cook you breakfast when he got home. That was payment enough for you.

But you could notice he wasn’t doing well. Dark circles had formed under his eyes. He had confided in you about the actions of his Aunt Jane. He showed you the papers with bold letters proclaiming a request for a change of custody. His stress and worry made sense to you now.

He would have to prove he was fit, a big ask in a court setting, especially for someone like Mike. You had encouraged him the best you could.

But everything had come to a head on a night when Mike had intended to actually pay you.

He woke you from your light sleep on his couch, alerting you that he was home. He sat his tired body on the recliner.

“There’s a 20 dollar bill in my jacket pocket.”

His eyes are closed as he speaks. It seems the night has been a rough one for him. “You don’t have to, but thank you.” You find the jacket lying on the kitchen table. You feel slightly bad as you reach your hand in to find the bill, but your guilt falls into confusion as your fingers brush the tiny bottle inside.

You let your eyes travel over the orange bottle in your hands. You furrow your brows. You turn to face the recliner he sits in.

"Mike."

He turns his head to face you, tired eyes falling on yours. He sees the bottle in your hands and you can see a sense of uncertainty and dread fall across his features.

"What are these? Sleeping pills?"

He immediately tenses, as if he had been avoiding this topic with everyone. But he responds quietly, “Yes.”

You fall silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. Realistically, there was nothing wrong with sleeping pills. People use them all of the time to sleep. But Mike seems hesitant to cover the topic of these pills and why he uses them.

An additional concern comes up in the way he had stuffed them in his jacket pocket. Why was he taking them to work? You hate the way your thoughts sound like the micromanagement of a mother, but all you can see is the bright yellow of the custody papers and Abby’s sweet face in your mind.

“Have you been taking these at work?”

He’s silent. It’s enough of an answer for you. You sigh as you sit the bottle down on the kitchen counter. You’ve known he wasn’t well. The incident that had gotten him fired from his last job, the dark circles under his eyes, the hardness about him, it all worried you. But you had always chose to let him live. Let him make his mistakes.

“Mike, talk to me. What’s going on with you?”

He lets out a spiteful scoff as if the conversation is beneath his worries at the moment. He lets out a shaky sigh. “I feel connected to him there. I don’t know why, but I do.”

There’s no doubt in your mind who he is referring to. His baby brother. The one he couldn’t save. You let him continue.

“If I can put myself into the right state of mind, I can see it. I can watch it over and over. And if I try hard enough maybe I might see who took him.”

He voice drifts off to a quiet and weak tone, “That’s all that matters to me.”

You can tell he’s hurt by the way that his voice comes out strained and weak, and it hurts you too. It’s not as if you couldn’t understand the pain of the situation. He’d cried to you all those years back when it first occurred. What you can’t understand is how he could let it ruin his relationship with Abby. Abby who is alive and well. Abby who, even if discreet, sees Mike as the moon and stars.

“And what about that little girl who sits around and draws you all day long?”

It makes you feel like a bitch to even say such a thing to him, but if it gives him a shake maybe it’d be worth it. “What about her?”

He stands still as a statue, emotions shifting across his face as he processes the words you’ve shot at him. You’re sure they strike like a bullet. His mouth opens and closes again, so you speak again.

“I know how badly you want to bring him back, Mike. To bring him back and be able to pretend none of that ever happened.”

He furrows his brows and you can the see the hurt flood his expression.

“But you’re going to lose them both if you don’t get your shit together.”

You sigh. You hate the way you sound like a mother scolding a child. You take a shaky breath. “Do you think that this job is really good for you? I mean-“ He cuts you off with a scoff and a laugh.

His tense attitude has you uncomfortable and defensive. You hate the way your voice becomes strained as you speak. “I just think it’s taking a toll on you.”

“I need this job, otherwise I’m never gonna see her again.”

And of course you know that. He needs a job to look good for a court that’s supposed to be able to decide if he’s right to take care of his sister. But what good does a job do on paper if the court can clearly see the way his mental stability is shaky? He hesitates and meets your eyes with a tense look as he speaks,

“You’re here to babysit Abby, not me.”

You stand silently in front of him for a moment before grabbing your coat. You turn toward him. You can see the quirk of regret on his expression, but he doesn’t speak, doesn’t take it back.

“It’s gonna take more than a shitty job that drives you crazy to keep her. I think you should find somebody else to babysit Abby.”

There’s malice in your tone and you hate it. But you can’t make excuses for him. You ignore his voice as he says your name quietly. You just let the door close behind you a you walk to your car. You wait for the door to open again behind your back. It doesn’t.

He doesn’t text you either. In fact, you don’t hear from him for another week and you wonder if he’s already replaced you and plans on holding the grudge.

You assume he must have. He must have found another babysitter for Abby. It seemed he was saving money to actually pay whoever took that role.

You can’t stop yourself from becoming more and more sad as the week goes on. You find yourself worrying more and more about Mike. And Abby. There’s no doubt in your mind that Jane was still adamant on proving in court that Mike was an unfit guardian.

You don’t know why you feel as though your presence could somehow remedy that. You don’t know why you feel an ache so deep in your heart. Friendship breakups are common. But Mike was different.

You still don’t let yourself text him. You would give him the power to choose that route. To choose you and the friendship you had given him since you were both children. And by the end of the week you have to force yourself to sleep.

And by the end of the week you get what you had secretly hoped for.

━━━

The knock on your door is urgent. You're half asleep as you rise out of the comfort of your bed. Your feet press against the cold floor as you rush to see who it could be. As you glance through the peephole you're met with those familiar black curls.

You open the door swiftly, shivering at the cool breeze that flows in. He looks like hell. Abby stands at his side. You're stunned, "Oh my God." You open the door wider and usher the two of them in.

Abby seems to be physically uninjured, while Mike's face is bloodied and bruised. You whisper to Mike,

"What the hell happened?"

He looks to Abby before he answers. "Abby should get some rest while we talk." You nod immediately. "Of course. She can sleep in my bed while I patch you up."

You lead the young girl to the bed and ensure she's tucked in. She thanks you quietly before you leave the room. You grab some first aid supplies from the bathroom cabinet on your way back.

"Sit."

You point Mike in the direction of the couch. He winces as you wipe the open cuts with alcohol wipes. You raise an eyebrow, “ You look like hell, Mike.” He scoffs in response.

“So you gonna tell me who did this to you, or am I just gonna have to keep wondering?”

Mike hesitates. You stop your movements to look at him with concern. He shakes his head, “You’re gonna think I’m crazy.” You sigh,

“Mike, I know you. Just tell me.”

And so he does. He explains everything down to the little details he can remember. It sounds crazy, it absolutely does. But you can’t bring yourself to think he’s faking it.

“I know it sounds crazy, but I know what I saw. She knows what she saw.” He points in the direction of the room Abby was soundly sleeping in.

“I believe you.”

He closes his eyes and exhales a large breath. You continue to clean the cuts along his face and head. “I don’t think you’ll need stitches.” He nods. There’s still an awkward tension between the two of you. He’s upset with himself for letting you leave the way you had, and you’re ashamed of yourself for letting him push you away. You break the silence at the same time,

“You know-“

“I’m sorry-“

You can’t help but laugh a little, and he smiles weakly back at you.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too.” You continue.

He shrugs. “You were just looking out for me. I understand that now.” It means a lot coming from Mike. He’s stubborn, not usually one to admit when he’s wrong. It makes the moment all the more sincere. You smile slightly, letting a hand brush his cheek where a bruise is blossoming under the skin.

“I wouldn’t have said what I did if I didn’t care about you.”

He nods slowly and leans his cheek into your caress. You can feel the warmth of his hand as he lets it fall to your hip. His voice falls to a whisper.

“I care about you too.”

You smile and swipe a thumb over his bottom lip, where the plush skin has split from impact and smeared blood across his pale chin. He groans as he leans up, it’s only then that you notice the large gash on his side.

He attempts to stand, hobbling on his injured leg. “Mike,” He turns toward your bedroom, ready to grab Abby and get out of your hair. When he turns his back, you can see the blood seeping through his shirt and the large tear across his back. You grab his hand,

“Mike.”

He faces you again, letting a quick glance fall to your now connected hands. “Let her sleep, she’s alright. Let me help you.”

He stands awkwardly in front of your bathroom counter. His muscles flex with each touch of your fingers around his wounds, his fingers gripping the counter until his knuckles are white.

“I think it’d be best if you took this off.”

You’re awkwardly fiddling with the hem of his long sleeve shirt. He meets your gaze in the mirror and you feel small. Your voice is nearly a whisper, “I- I just can’t see.”

You stare at the floor as he pulls the shirt over his head. The gash is messy, but not deep enough to require stitches. Regardless, it’s covered in a thick layer of blood and sweat. You usher him to turn, and you see that the cut on his side is not better.

He can see the way your eyebrows screw together. “Is it that bad?” His voice has a touch of dread hidden in its tone. “I mean,” You glance at him.

“I don’t think you’ll need stitches, but you need to clean them or they’re gonna get infected.”

He swallows and nods. You walk to the shower, turning the knobs and adjusting the water to an appropriate and comfortable temperature. You clear your throat, “Here. I’ll, uh, I’ll let you…do your thing.”

You turn on your heels to give him privacy. As soon as your fingers touch the metallic surface of the doorknob, his hand catches your free hand, pulling gently. You turn toward him, meeting his eye. He pulls you closer and carefully pulls you into an embrace. You’re worried you’ll catch his wounds with your hands so you let them hover above his skin, not actually touching. But you want to.

You can feel his breath on your neck where he’s buried his face. He speaks into the sensitive skin, “Thank you. I don’t thank you enough.” That’s the moment you finally let your hands rest on his skin.

“You don’t have to thank me, Mike. I do it because I care about you.” You gently brush your fingers across his upper back, avoiding his cut. “Besides, you’d do it for me.”

He pulls himself from your neck, and you drop your hands from his back gently, expecting him to pull out of the embrace. But he stays close to you and only pulls back enough to see your face. Your cheeks are so hot. You can feel it and you know he can probably see it. He keeps his hands at your sides, just above your hips in a way that feels respectful. You allow yourself to put your hands on his forearms, thumbs resting in the bend of his elbows.

“Your water is gonna get cold.”

It’s a whisper as it comes out. He simply nods but doesn’t drop his hands from your sides. You smile shyly at him.

“Come with me.”

Your face is instantly hot and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the steam that’s building in the room and around the two of you. With your eyes wide and your mouth opening but no words coming out, he looks at you with hesitation, like he can’t believe the words actually left his mouth.

You can see the fear building on his expression the longer the silence drags on. Thoughts are racing through your head. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought of this. You loved him. There’d always been a flutter in your stomach and a heat in your cheeks that let you know that perhaps it could be more than a friendship. You want that. But is this really how it’s going to happen?

You imagine the two of you going from childhood friends to becoming well acquainted with each other’s bodies in the span of one stressful night after not speaking for nearly a week. But there are no alarm bells going off in your head. You can’t bring yourself to feel ashamed.

So you kiss him. With his arms still around you and the heat from his bare chest creating a sense of protection from everything. With the whirl of water hitting the tub filling your ears. With the image of Abby sleeping soundly in your bedroom in your mind.

When you pull away, he looks at you with a sense of longing you’ve not seen on him before. You don’t want to say a word, not right now. It’ll be complicated. You know it will be. And you’ll have to have that conversation eventually, but right now the only thing you want is the heat of the water and the silk of his skin against yours.

So you finally unwrap yourself from him to begin working the buttons on your shirt. You’ve turned your brain off momentarily. Your fingers are on autopilot as they remove each article of clothing. If you allowed yourself to think, you’d surely turn in on yourself from the shame.

But when you’re finally bare and displayed in front of him, he doesn’t speak. He only looks with a fondness in his eyes that goes beyond a lustful stare. He slowly works his pants off his injured figure, wincing in the process, and soon he’s just as bare as you.

You’re shaking and cursing yourself internally for doing so. God, why were you shaking? You know he notices as he reaches his hand out to touch your arm lightly, grounding you in reality, and speaks, “Are you okay?”

You nod. More than okay.

The water feels heavenly as it beats against the skin of your back. Mike hobbles into the shower after you. He’s hesitant as you usher him to switch with you. It’s gonna hurt, but it’s necessary.

Your fingers lightly brush the wound on his back. He'd already been wincing slightly from the sting of the water, but your touch has him tensing immediately. You grab a cloth and dampen it enough to be effective in cleaning the general blood and grime from the afflicted wound.

The moment your cloth cover hand touches the wound, he cries out through closed teeth, "Fucking- fuck!" His hands are planted against the shower wall in front of him. He bites his lip, holding in the whimpers of pain, trying his hardest not to wake Abby.

"Shh. It's okay, Mikey."

You let a gentle hand fall to his non injured side, brushing his skin. You're trying to sooth his tense and pained form as much as possible.

Soon enough you have both gashes cleaned up and ready to be bandaged. Mike turns to face you in the shower. His face still has a slight touch of discomfort to it, but he smiles weakly at you.

“Thank you.”

You smile back and nod. You’ve hardly said a word outside of attempting to sooth his pain with sweet words. The cold is starting to seep in from the tiny crack in the shower curtain. You can feel tiny goosebumps beginning to form on your skin. He frowns slightly and breaks the silence again.

“Did I cross a line…with this?”

Your head is already shaking before you can even comprehend the question. Like your body knows the answer before your mind does. “No, Mike.” He hesitates in his response, standing still and quiet before stepping towards you.

He seems to be able to move around a little better. You’re not sure if it’s the water cleaning the previously irritated wounds or if it’s the adrenaline pumping through his body. Either way you’re thankful as his hands are grabbing at your face and pulling you into another kiss.

It’s sloppier than the previous kiss you had shared, and he’s pushed you back so far that your back is hitting the cold tile of the shower wall. A fog has taken over your mind as you reach around his shoulders, digging your fingers into the plush muscle of his back.

The feeling of his tongue swiping into your mouth has sent you entirely mad. You’re whining slightly at the feeling and your eyes are half lidded. You can’t even think of the fact that this is your childhood best friend kissing you. Making you shudder. You can’t find it in you to care, you want him.

“Mikey…”

It’s a whispered moan as you let your head fall back against the tile, exposing the delicate skin of your neck to his wandering mouth.

Despite his injured form, his hands are tight around you. You'd thought of this before, in the heat of the night alone in your high school bedroom, hormones taking over completely.

You'd imagined the strong grip of his hands and the contrast of his plush lips. The bite of white teeth and soothing warmth of the hot water.

It’s absolutely divine, you think. He is divine. You know you’ll have dark bruises on your neck from the way he bites. You can’t help but run a hand through the hair on the back of his head and tug slightly. The moan is elicits rumbles through your neck and you want more.

You’re absolutely drunk off of the feeling of his body being this close to yours, nearly intertwined. You don’t even think when your nails swipe the cut on his back. That is until he lets out a yelp in the crook of your neck and promptly jump back.

You’re wide eyed immediately, realizing what you’d just done.

“I’m- I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Mike.”

You can still see the remnants of a wince on his face but he laughs. And you find yourself letting out a nervous laugh with him. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

You laugh again, holding the palm of your head to your forehead.

“We should probably get out. It’s getting cold.”

You nod.

━━━

You manage to sneak past Abby’s sleeping figure long enough to grab old clothes from your room. You find yourself thanking the universe than Abby is a heavy sleeper.

You’re also thankful that you hadn’t given Mike back an old t-shirt that he had left in your home years ago. He smiles at you when you hand it to him. He puts it on and examines the familiar print on the front.

“You’ve been holding this one hostage, huh?”

You gently nudge his shoulder and let out a chuckle. “Shut up.”

You’ve layered blankets in the middle of your living room floor. You speak as you lay pillows down on the makeshift palette. “Abby is sleeping peacefully, I’m not letting you drive home tonight, and there’s no way I’m letting you sleep on my tiny couch.”

You point exaggeratedly at the “bed” you’ve created for the two of you. “Ta-da.” You let yourself fall back onto the layers of pillows and blankets. It’s surprisingly cushioned. You sigh. “Actually not that bad, Mikey.”

He watches you with a smile from his seat on your couch. “You’ve really out done yourself.” He slides off the couch and into the layers of blankets and pillows next to you. He turns to rest on his uninjured side, facing you. It’s dark in the room, but you’ve left one lamp on. You can see his features glow under the warm light. You brush a hand on his cheek lightly.

“I’m glad you didn’t die tonight, Mike.”

He snickers, but you’re serious. The thought of his face on the news, just another tragedy at Freddy’s, haunts you. “I’m serious.”

He simply stares at you. “You’re not gonna go back there, right?” He closes his eyes and shakes his head slowly.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna take care of her. I can’t keep a job.”

Your thumb brushes at his cheek, soothing his tension. “I’ll help you. When have I ever left you alone in this?” You shiver as you think of the only time you’d walked out on him after that heated argument. You push the thought away and close your eyes.

“Really love you, Mike. You’re my best friend.”

You open your eyes hesitantly and you can see the shine of moisture in his. “Love you too.”

You place a kiss on his lips. It’s chaste, but full of a deep warmth. It leaves you wondering what comes next.

You tuck yourself in close to him.

“Goodnight, Mike.”

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #mike schmidt angst #mike schmidt fluff

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mvltisstuff · 9 months

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so sorry to bother you! how’s summer going so far?

could i request a buck x reader inspired by the song “what was i made for?”, like in particular the lines “im sad again, don’t tell my boyfriend, its not what he’s made for”. i’m struggling with some stuff and this song bring me comfort, i thought that maybe you could combine the two things that make my day less heavy.

if not its completely fine! thank you anyway🫶🏻

what was i made for - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @housewifebuck <3

a/n: my summers been going well, thank you for asking! i hope your summer is going beautifully, and i hope august brings you the best! the barbie movie actually touched my heart so bad… i hate you greta gerwig (i love you thank you for barbie and little women pls never stop making movies) i kind of made this as my interpretation of the song, but i hope you feel connected to this as well <3 i’m not too sure how i feel about this yet, but i wanted to get something out for you.

bucks filled with glory every day. he walks into a room with a bright smile on his face, making everyone feel safe and loved. y/n loves his lovely grin, savoring every minute she can get with him. the moment she met him on shift, she knew that he was someone incredible.

she works at another station near the 118, and she also lives with buck in his apartment. missing him everyday, she comes home into his arms and everything goes away. he seems so calm, and she doesn’t understand how he does it. all he’s been through, and all he sees on the daily. it’s starting to feel like she could crumble up at work, and it’s formed a new branch of displeasure in her life.

when y/n got her new placement in california, she thought the station would be more of a warm welcome. when she walked in, the masculine energy was almost overwhelming. she didn’t want to get her hopes up, maybe it won’t be that bad after all.

the small comments were what did it. their humbling chuckles afterwards were the cherry on top. they weren’t outright degrading her for her gender, but the hints of misogyny peeked their way through.

it made every single day hell, her not getting to work to her fullest and being held down by the other firemen. she fought to get into the academy, and she worked her ass off every day. she’s as good, if not better, as everyone here, but they’re too blind with ignorance to see it. the worst part is that they seem like genuine people to everyone else. y/n felt like she had to fight to get a grain of respect, but the rest of her team accepts everyone else effortlessly.

she never once thought about this as a teenager, thinking about her dream job. she never imagined that she’d be tied down with ropes over something she could not control. y/n longed for that naivety again. when she could go about her life, not worrying about what anyone else thought. she wore her clothes however she wanted, and it stopped too early. she watched the men around her, and slowly realized that they’re not her friends. reality set in and took its course, slowing her down with the weight of society. she just wishes it could go back to the way it was when she was young and uneducated, and she never realized how quickly it ended.

she doesn’t say a word to buck about her days. she replies with a single word and she lets her boyfriend talk about his day. she’s sure it’s better than his, and there’s a part of her that envies him. their line of work isn’t easy for anyone, but somehow, it looked much easier on her boyfriend than it did for her.

firefighting once was her dream, her passion. now, it was her burden, her chore.

y/n didn’t want to fall into the stereotype of the ‘weak’ women who couldn’t handle the pressure. she stayed, letting herself fall behind as the others moved ahead. every single day was exhausting, and she wondered why she ever was told the saying, ‘you were born to do this’.

the days became monotonous, the same bullshit every day at work and then going home to sleep. it’s insane how words can hurt more than anything else, as they stole more of her energy with every remark and joke. she tried so hard not to let it get to her, but it just wore her out. was it really worth it if she was being treated like this?

buck noticed the changes in her attitude whenever they were to meet up again. he didn’t want to bother her, so he never mentioned it. he was so scared to make it worse. he’s gotten too much backlash from trying to make things better, so he tries to keep more to himself.

it became more visible to him the pain y/n had. she looked disappointed every morning, any mention of work, her face dropped. he never heard good things about where she worked, but he didn’t question it too much.

the five-alarm fire was the day buck finally pieces together the puzzle. he crossed paths with her, stopping to see her as the fire was settling down and was now under control. he had just ran back out, throwing his gear onto the engine and moving over to y/n.

“y/n!” he beams, seeing a corner of her mouth creep up. he was the sunshine in her dreary days, and she couldn’t help but feel a little hope when she saw him. it wasn’t enough of a cover for buck not to notice though. “how are you doing tonight? i think i’m off after this, if you wanna get drinks before going home?”

y/n wants to agree, to see her real friends at the 118, but she has a premonition that she’ll be exhausted anyway.

“sorry, buck,” she sighs. “i’m kind of tired already, and i just wanted to go home tonight.”

“that’s ok,” he tells her, still off about her mood. “hey, you know you can talk to me, right?”

“yeah, why?”

“i just feel like somethings wrong. i don’t want to make you upset but i don’t want you to be hurting alone.”

“i’m not hurting, buck,” she says through laughs, but he sees right through it.

“hey, what’s goi-“

“y/l/n!” her captain yells out. “did you get those files from earlier about the last five alarm?”

“not yet, sir,” she turns. “i was out on a call. i asked derosa to grab them for me before i left.”

her captain turns to face him, who just shrugs and comes up with an excuse. “sorry, cap, i forgot about getting those.”

“don’t worry about it,” he groans. “i told you to get those asap, what have you been doing?”

“i’ve been working, cap,” she replies back to him. it’s a clear answer, no lies or attitude.

“i don’t need the sass, y/l/n,” he sighs, looking down at her. she’s done what she’s asked, she’s saved lives and somehow it’s not enough. “i’ll be expecting those when we get back.”

he walks away, boots stomping and crunching on the cement beneath him. y/n turns back around to buck. “i guess i’ll be in a little after than you.”

“but didn’t the other guy forge-“

“buck, stop,” she tells him. “it’s nothing to worry about.”

“no, it matters to me if they’re not treating you right.”

“i’m being treated fine,”

“he just rolled his eyes at you and let the guys mock you. if derosa said the same thing, he’d be moving on,” buck throws one of his hands up, increasing y/n’s anxiety as he gets more and more upset. he can see it now, what’s been going on. he doesn’t see another woman with the same number on her helmet. y/n tries to deescalate the matter, but buck only wants to persevere and help. he knows he can, and he’s confused why she doesn’t want him too.

“i know what you want to do, but trust me, it only makes things worse. they don’t need to see my boyfriend defending me, it’s just another thing they can throw at me.”

“y/n, please-“

“no, buck!” her voice grows in volume, making her team look at her more. “just… i’ll see you at home, ok?”

he can see the slight shine in her eyes and she shakiness in her hands. he knows she gets like this when she’s anxious, and he feels even worse. he never, ever wanted to make it harder on her, and he can sense that he might’ve. when y/n turns to walk back to her engine, he overhears the little comments again.

“c’mon, y/l/n!” one of the men teases. “do you need a shoulder to cry on, sweetheart?”

“a smile would look nice on you,” another says. buck has no clue what to do. he knows anything he does will just fall onto her lap. he curses that it’s this way, but he knows he has to try and make a change.

he gets settled at home, the late hours of the night settling in. he’d been home for a while, y/n walking in with a folder in her hands and a weakened expression on her face. he stand up instantly, walking over to her and taking her bag to set it down. he lets the silence fill for a moment before speaking again.

“why didn’t you tell me they were like this?”

“you wouldn’t get it, buck.”

“i know that i don’t, but i want to hear you,” he tries to get her to open up, wanting so badly to comfort her through this. the reminders only aggravate her, and she feels guilty for feeling this way toward buck. he’s never done anything wrong, but she feels like everything is on her right now.

“fine,” she drops her phone down on the counter as he sits on one of the barstools. “that’s not even the worst they’ve said. i get shit like that every single day because they’re threatened by me. i have been getting through all my testing to get the hell out of there because it never stops. how i work, how i clean, how i look, if i wear make-up to work, i’m trying too hard, if i don’t wear any, i don’t look professional enough. if i try and intervene to give them the best option, i’m abrasive and bossy. if i don’t say anything, i’m submissive and that’s exactly what they want! i am nothing but a decoration for them. i am treated like a probie when i have probably been working twice as hard to get to where they are. maybe, if i had a dick, they’d say im a hard worker and i’d be praised, but im just a woman. and there is nothing anyone can do about it.”

buck looks into her eyes, seeing them fill with self-pity and hopelessness. he sees the tiredness in her eyes, his heart breaking even more. he fumbled with his fingers, not sure of what to say. “so, i have to help myself. on my own, buck. or the loop will start all over again.”

“i- um, i don’t-,” he mumbles, not really knowing what to say. “im so, so sorry, y/n.”

“you don’t have to be sorry, love,” she says. “i love you more than anything, but i never knew how sick i could get of men being this way.”

buck stands, walking over to her and taking her hands in his. “i want to help you. i’ll never understand what this feels like, but you have to know that i’m here for you.”

“i know, buck,” she smiles a little, starting to disintegrate the pain in her face. “i just didn’t know this was a competition.”

the night moves on, nothing at work changing despite bucks efforts. he texted his whole team, ranting and complaining and being taken aback by the way his sister and hen said, “that’s just how it is sometimes.” y/n pushes through the next few weeks, as well as cramming in any exams she has to move up and out of this station that can’t handle her.

when she’s alerted about a new position at the 118 from a retired firefighter, she knows what she has to do. she knows what she’ll say, but she knows the truth. she is worth more than any of what those men might say to her.

the last shift she has, she packs up her things as everyone leaves their usual stuff in. she has an extra bag, stuffing her belongings that she usually leaves there. “you finally fleeing, y/l/n?” her coworker says, gaining laughs from the rest of the men in the locker rooms.

“they all do, eventually.”

“actually, i got a job somewhere else,” she grins, looking down at them, watching them slip their shoes on as she stands up. they barely look at her, not a care in the world that she’s leaving. she’s reminded of the rankings at the 118, and how all of these firefighters would kill to be working at the highest station around.

“where, dispatch?” one jokes.

“the new lieutenant spot at the 118 is mine,” she tells them, turning heads as she picked up the rest of her stuff and started to head out the door. y/n can sense the jealousy on each of them creeping up. she peeks her head in one last time. “have fun here, firemen.”

as she drives home, she knows she has buck waiting for her. when she walks in, she knows she won. she has one of the highest spots in the city and the most loving man in her arms. buck noticed the change in her, seeing her at work finally content in a workplace free of scrutiny. she feels whole again, knowing that she’s wanted and appreciated here. it’s a family now, and it’s everything she’s wanted.

when buck sees that bright smile that he missed dearly walk back in the front door, he knows that he’s won.

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lovesickry · 9 months

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┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [3.1k] ┈⋆⭒ part 1 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here ! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contents: none. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ backround: Dylan tait. Born in Melbourne, Australia, moves to London to study at London University in her final year, upon moving she acquaints herself with none other than Lando Norris, meeting in a nightclub in downtown London and becoming fast friends. This story will tell the events that soon unfolded as Dylan lay her eyes on the driver from Perth for that first time sitting on Lando's couch that one day, looking at everything but her and the feelings and discourse that follow as Daniel finally looks back at her. based at the time in which Daniel was in McLaren. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: you don’t meet daniel this chapter. apologies. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ disclaimer: I try to make my writing as realistic as possible, but sometimes as a writer I get bored with the plot myself, so ignore it if there's a few potholes. im not Jane Austen this is filth and sadness and angst and love, so much love and thank you.

your first days at University College of London were oddly isolating, even more so than you had originally imagined, moving across the world. the atmosphere was chilling in the January air and you were posed with the thought that you didn't entirely know what you were doing here. you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, both hands in your pockets as you reach around your self. you knew you had moved across the world slightly to get away from your parents, though you had no real excuse as to why you had despised them such. it was simply that you thought they had grown sick of you, and you of them. the space would be good for everyone. a mutually beneficial endeavour you thought. the obscure course you were studying, (philosophy, politics and economics), was what your father had called. "a course for rich people" and a "dead end". his words had only seeped so far as you were convinced this is what you were good at, this wide range of worldly thinking, you'd tried medicine, you'd tried law. you were good at both, but they were not good to you. so you had ended up with this. entirely interesting, entirely consuming, but entirely open-ended. what would you do once this was over, it was entirely unclear. would you be an author, a journalist, a politician. would you be anything? the train of thought was endless and yet came to a halt before any real conclusion could be made by you. you'd always been the person who enjoyed school, enjoyed the learning and you wanted to stay at uni to excel in everything. but you weren't too sure if that was simply because you possessed a fear for the "real world".

"Dylan-Dyl"

your eyes snap up to the person saying your name. your only friend at this place, you'd thanked god that she was finally here. shed moved before you and you'd met her over here. she was living off campus, like you and you much too quickly agreed to getting a place to split the rent. grace black, increasingly your other half and your current favourite person ever to exist.

"my dear grace" you exhale quite dramatically (sarcastically), putting a hand on your heart, acting as though it were aching without her.

you put an arm over her shoulder and make big strides to catch the tube back to your apartment. it was friday and you hadn't had a welcome party for yourself yet. you'd needed alcohol, regrettably, ever since you'd heard any single man in your class say anything regarding gender within politics, which truly made your brain hurt and your nose screw up in plain judgement and disgust. yes alcohol and music and warm bodies and dancing would do you good. you were also a fan of an English accent and if any men were getting as drunk as you planned to tonight you were looking forward to hearing your name coming from an accented mouth.

your apartment was small but your landlord was a sweet little old lady who made tea and biscuits and thought it was adorable you and grace being friends for so long and both coming to London and it was in a good spot. getting changed was always an ordeal, drinking cheap Prosecco and throwing clothes around at each other, trying on outfit after outfit. the balance between class and college student was integral to the 'clubbing' experience. once you finally settled on an outfit it was 11pm and you were feeling slightly fuzzy.

faulted by the cheap and hastily drunk Prosecco. you'd just hoped that Saturday would be enough to overcome the hangover as you needed to go in for work on Sunday. grace was secretly rich and by secretly you meant quite loudly. it was no secret her parents, unlike yours paid for everything shed ever done and hence when sending her to London gave her an absurd monthly allowance, which you shamefully benefited from. so when she pulled you into a much nicer looking club, you'd tried to drag her to the much less nicer one down the street. but she had insisted you'd go here, telling you that it just looked swanky and the drinks weren't even "that expensive". you'd see about that, as you ordered a vodka lime soda and it was 12 POUNDS. christ, you'd have to rely on flirting and batting eyelashes because if you vowed to get as drunk as you'd wished, you shit your whole three years of full time work down the fucking toilet that way.

you found grace, drink in hand and standing next to the place looking up at the DJ booth, holding your drink up and dancing to whatever kind of remix the DJ seemed to be playing, his face was distorted the red lights and the angle in which you were looking at him but he seemed oddly familiar. you were just happy the music was loud enough to feel and that finally the air was warm and moving and not cold and still. a complete juxtaposition to the chilling, academic, gloomy university experience of the past week, coming from Australian summer would always serve as a shock. you'd successfully downed 4 more drinks coming from 4 different very suspiciously nice people and grace had find a girl that she was ogling and pretending not to, stating she wouldn't leave you on your "genius party night occasion". you'd ushered her away, in a drunken haze stating that you would take over the DJ booth and that you would play a song so she could kiss the girl shed been staring at the whole night. you moved towards the booth, shouting if you could "take over" and "its an emergency" the man next to the man with a cap, looks over at you and laughs and nods towards the secuirity man with the rope. leading you up the stairs and coming face to face with the respective compulsive DJ's. an unnecessarily ugly word. you exchange hi's and hello's and then the guy with the cap asks.

"so what's the emergency?"

"emergen-? OH"

"uh yes well the emergency is that my friend" you point to grace in the crowd, squeezed next to the girl who you planned to second handedly kiss in the next few minutes.

"has been staring at that girl all night but hasn't done anything because she didnt want to leave me alone on my very apparently special night" you motion inwards at yourself.

"thus. I am here as a hero to save her"

they laugh and step back, gesturing to the audio mixer. you had no idea how †o DJ and also no idea how to even find the song grace had requested.

you step forward, but turn your head slightly over your shoulder.

"names?" you'd ask for their names before you embarrassed yourself like this.

"max" the man who ushered you up the steps says.

"max" you repeat to him. and then nod towards the man with the cap.

"lando" he says.

"lando" followed by a slight giggle.

"okay lando and max I don't know what the fuck im doing so if you show me how to play a song then ill be on my way."

"what's your name?" lando asks

"Dylan"

"Dylan, move over" as he slots in next to you and plus with whatever the fuck was causing the music to do whatever the fuck it was doing. you whisper to him the song grace wanted and he tells you as he's doing it what some of the buttons do, you're not paying attention as such, the vodka sinking into your blood, eyes getting heavier, head getting lighter, your smiling in an uneasy way.

"your smile is really fucking creepy"

"shut up, all I've had tonight is strangers vodka limes and a bottle of 4 pound Prosecco you're getting creepy"

"hmmm" he nods at you

"hmmm" you squint your eyes and nods back.

your looking back out at your audience now, and you find grace finally. and she's, KISSING HER YES.

"FUCK YES, LOOK"

"what"

"LOOK" you grab his face and turn it towards grace and point.

"oh it worked"

"oh im a genius, she was right I should have a party for it every week"

"you're not a genius im just a great DJ"

"oh no but you see mr DJ I have 2 degrees already I am a genius"

a lie as you had finished neither of them, but you were drunk.

"shit how old are you" he leans in

"how old are you" you poke his chest.

"21" your head pulls back in slight shock

"christ you're a child my god, do you even have pubes yet? a degree?"

"oh and how old are you?"

" im 24 bald man"

"shut up I have pubes"

"yeah okay thank you mr DJ, its been fun"

"I don't have a degree though" he trails off.

"eh university is overrated anyway"

"really?"

"no" you pop the p and you weren't lying you needed to learn and you loved the routine.

"are you Australian?"

"did the no give me away"

"yes and you sound like the only other Australian I know"

"yes I am, im from Sydney, proud to be the 2nd Australian you know."

"should be, starting to like you better than the English"

"WE ARE" "I swear im not this patriotic when im sober"

"sure. would you let me buy you and your friend and her friend a drink?"

" oh so your rich, why of course wouldn't pass up on free alcohol."

you walked down the stairs meeting max at the bottom and found grace and her friend who introduced herself at "Jane" to you all. and you sat at the bar and talked for the next two hours. the lights were less intense and the alcohol was flowing through you, making all this conversation shamelessly easy. lando and max were funny and grace was the perfect following act, knowing just when to punch in while staying completely enamoured with jane.

"do you two just act like you hate each other all the time" you're speaking to max and lando who seem to be bickering 90% of the time.

"yes" they look at each other while they answer and you laugh.

“is that fun for you guys?”

they look at eachother again “yes”

before you look at the man standing above lando in the seat beside you. you look up at him before lando even notices anyones presence.

"hi im so sorry but are you lando Norris?"

you look at max with a look of "what the fuck?" and he ignored you completely.

"hey mate, yeah I am"

"oh my god, uh could we take a selfie?"

he takes a breath and for a minute you're thinking that he’s gonna say something like "no its actually not lando Norris because who the fuck is that" or a simple "no".

but he stands up and takes a selfie and the man thanks him profusely and walks away.

"um" your mouth slightly agape.

"your famous?" you head tilted to one side with the question.

"I guess"

max interjects "he's faking humble, yes he's famous"

"are you a porn star or something why are you so embarrassed"

they look at eahcother and throw their heads back.

"no i’m not a pornstar i just-" he says

"im a formula one driver" he admits

"formula one?" you rack your brain, it sounded oddly familiar.

"OH FORMULA ONE." your eyes widened

"right right right formula one, the car one, lewis Hamilton, champagne, Micheal Schumacher, Ferrari , grand prix, downforce. of course." the understanding was there

"yes that one, wait you didn’t know who I was"

“i thought that’s why you laughed at my name”

"i laughed at your name because i’m drunk, and it’s funny. i knew you looked familiar, i used to watch formula one. after uni started i forgot about it mostly must have missed your debut"

you seem to be speedily connecting dots

"oh yes the 2 degrees miss genius"

"about to be 3" you correct him

max speaks up "oh shit"

grace taps you on the shoulder and asks if you wanna catch an uber home and they could drop Jane back on the way. in a weird train of thought you vow you'd find your own way home and give her a nudge and a wink that you'd give her enough time with Jane to ........

she incessant but you reassure her that you'll stop drinking soon and text her on the way home, you have a key. lando says that he could even get in the uber with you, if that makes grace feel better.

you talk with lando and max for a bit longer after grace leaves, until at least 3am, in which max brings up the prospect of leaving. you do take the boys up on their offer getting into the uber with you,

threatening them that if they were to do anything harmful,

"I know who you are no lando Norris and max fewtrell, be nice"

chatting and laughing drunkenly all the way home, in fact much too drunk to remember he's a formula one driver and has a lot more money that your tiny flat above the home of an old lady with 4 cats. the car pulls up and before you get out lando catches your arm and says,

"can I get your number?"

you smile and take his phone.

"if your ever DJ-ing again, either of you" making sure to include max as you didn't want to make anything awkward, and that moment you liked lando, but purely in a friendly way. albeit sadly.

"call me and ill come running, well me and grace"

"as long as your paying for drinks again"

"never again" max pipes up

"hmmmmmm, bye bye mr famous and mr everyone sucks but golf"

you close the door, walk up the small stairs the front door, watch as the car drives off and unlock the front door, going inside, using your phone torch to navigate your way to the fridge. downing 2 litres of water, an electrolyte shot and the leftovers from last night. you go to sleep when the headspins stops and you don't ignore the 2 sleeping figures where usually only grace would lie.

unknown number:

3:46am

💬 everything good? didn't trip on the doormat or on anyones vomit?

you squint reading the message and remember the encounter with lando 20 minutes prior.

4:01am

💬 everything is swell, your heart may rest 😉

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo angst #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo fic #f1 #f1 fic #lando norris #lando norris fic #max fewtrell #f1 x reader #f1 x you #formula one #daniel ricciardo series

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sparring-spirals · 11 months

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im thinking about bor'dor, towards the end of that brief and bloody battle, going "just do it", "take me out of my misery" "just turn into a giant spider while you do so?" and its like. its like tragically funny but also so. so fucking sad.

because its essentially about bor'dor exhausted and injured and knowing he wont live, going "do it", wishing for a quick end, surrounded by people who liked him and will now kill him because he betrayed them (they betrayed HIM- before he could know how much he'd like them). its about the resigned exhaustion of- what else do i have to lose?

Except I think about the devastated way Bor'dor talked about the loss of his mother, of his friends in the Ruby Vanguard, and the grief and the fear and the anger, and I don't think it's the first time he's thought that. Bor'dor joining the Ruby Vanguard at all, fighting a vendetta against the gods, is not someone who thinks they have lots of options. You don't generally agree to plans that could devastate the existing world unless you feel like you have more to lose than gain. Bor'dor, his magic a curse, his loved ones lost, the world cold and cruel and painful, being spun a tale of a world without gods, of a fight and a battle and a purpose, even if there are casualties, losses along the way.

Bor'dor, full of grief and rage, having lived a hard fucking life, being promised a solution, a world without gods, maybe thinking: what do i have to lose? they've never done anything for me. Then, he's watching a plan go awry, watching friends and comrades he'd made and bonded with fall to a bunch of- nobodies, cutting through them like it's nothing, remembering he does have things to lose. Bor'dor, knowing that the plan went wrong and his friends bodies are lifeless somewhere far away from where he is, lying furiously and ridiculously about being a shepherd and unknown magic to the suspicious faces of a bunch of killers. Probably thinking. what do I have to lose?

Except he eats with these people, he trades watches with them, he fights with them, he heals them, he shares a pipe and they share hopes and fears and pasts, and-

and he's standing as they all recoil from acid, everything falling apart, and. maybe he did have something to lose, after all.

#critical role #c3e63 #bor'dor #character meta #?#anyway. im hammering this out rq at work courtesy of the posts ive been rbing so i cant check the clarity of my quotes very closely so #i apologize if theres inaccuracies here!!! lmk and ill fix them. ideally.#anyway. evergreen flashing warning that im not saying i AGREE with any of his reasoning or that its 'correct' as much as like- its a traged #isnt it? its a tragedy #spar speaks

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blushydiorrb · 29 days

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BY blushydior

HOW I CHANGED MY LIFE WITH THE LAW OF ASSUMPTION

note: post inspired by @cinefairy (´͈ ᵕ `͈) ♡°◌̊ + brief mentions of sensitive topics

♡┊ my life before:

i dealt with immense abuse and toxicity. the whole works. i was in foster care, constantly traveling to different countries. i’ve been depressed and suicidal, failed attempt after attempt since i was 7. traveled city to city during hs to sleep, had to look for shelter at 19 because the abuse got too much, having to take care of children all my life & never having time to live for myself — it was for as long as i could remember to the point where feeling numb, empty, sad & hopeless was the normal to me. i was confident in myself, ill give myself that; only because ever since i was little i dreamt big. but that kept being pushed away the more i dealt with my circumstances. but i just knew— something inside me was telling me that i was special. after finding out loa, slump after slump, i did it. i never gave up. and im proud that i never did.

even after i renewed this blog, i had still been dealing with depression and was hospitalized for it but i. did. it. im here living my dream life and you can be too.

♡┊ my life now:

i have: financial freedom, my desired appearance from head to toe, buying the most luxurious houses in my desired states/cities, revised my name, semi socialite, model, elevated my interests into talents such as painting, drawing, singing, dancing, film, edit, writing, photography, i now own multiple businesses, a soon to be author, amazing intelligence, fluent in multiple languages, martial arts, desired friends, always being safe, friends with a few of my fave celebs, spoiling my nieces & nephews, and a dream bf literally as all of my favorite book boyfriends combined. he’s perfect. + so much more.

i still can’t process this sometimes but i seriously made myself the dream girl my younger self always knew was in me.

♡┊ how i did it:

simplified the law. made my own rules. decided what my new story was. left the old one to die out and most importantly: took it easy on myself. i was doing my best to live my dream life because i knew it was possible. so why be so hard on myself?

it took some time at first considering my circumstances but thats why we persist, my love. affirming and persisting. never giving up. kept the faith. that’s it. it didn’t take longer than a month!

💌 ┊ my note to everyone:

you can do it. it’s possible. and you deserve to live your dream life. it’s okay to have doubts, it’s okay to question yourself, the law, etc. what’s important is that you GET UP, be gentle and kind to yourself. i stg you better be nice to urself… 😤👹 and persist.

i love you, i love you, i love you. blushydior loves you!!!! so much. and is giving the warmest and tightest hugs to everyone who is reading thus far. it was a heavy topic considering how much of a private person i am but i had to make it. thank you for reading. it means so much to me. - 🧸

special thank you, hugs & kisses to @cinefairy @heraisgod — ♡ the most inspiring people ever. you were the ones who kept reminding me to keep pushing and to be strong. i owe you everything.

- blushydior ♡

#blushydior #loa

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captain-is-king · 5 months

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okay i didn’t want to annoy anyone with a stream of consciousness live-blogging of the episodes which CAME OUT TONIGHT!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!

so here are the notes i took while watching if anyone wants to scream with me please feel free to do so

EDIT: HOLY SHIT IM A FUCKING IDIOT CHRIS IS CHRIS RODRIGUEZ!!! I WASNT EXPECTING HIM THIS SOON IN THE SERIES AT ALL. oh god and percy being friends with him now makes the betrayal so much worse oh shit oh man.

episode one:

- blackjack was percy seeing through the mist oh my god

- MYTHOMAGIC

- THIGHTY WHITIES

- oh my god they just trade sandwich toppings. that is so cute what the fuck

- grover psychanalyzing people. yes. good.

- mrs. dodds scene was underwhelming but that’s okay (edit: fight choreo is absolutely phenomenal the rest of the time)

- i am GASPING out loud at grover telling the headmaster

- obviously he’s doing it because it’s not safe for percy

- but WOOOOOOW

- eddie! what a cameo lmao

- i like that sally appears to argue with gabe more but also i’m worried she isn’t going to fucking murder gabe. it’s important to me that she kills that guy.

- also upset that percy probably won’t say “i know gabe would like to offer everyone in this lovely city free appliances” at the end

- near the septic tanks interesting detail to include 👀

- percy judging so hard like “you’re telling me found jesus”

- oh interesting the mist is responsible for grover which honestly makes more sense than hiding it? like if the mist takes care of monsters why not satyrs

- boys? i’m actually 24 I LOVE HIM

- mythomagic as training is fun

- would’ve been cooler if he swore on the styx and there was thunder but that’s okay

- omg i didn’t even realize his rain jacket was actually red until now. SUCH a good detail

- good animation of the minotaur very good

- oh my god the fight was the same like i could SEE the words on the page as i was watching it

- HE MUST BE THE ONE

- i grinned like a FOOL through the whole credits they’re so beautiful oh my god

episode two reactions under the cut!!!! i loved episode one but i liked episode two EVEN MORE so i have a lot of things to say.

episode two:

- annabeth just watching percy sleep with her arms crossed. she would.

- YOU DROOL WHEN YOU SLEEP oh my god the way she says it is like. so calculating. i always pictured it like a flippant thing in the book but no she’s like. angry. like it’s a remark on his character and she will use this detail to take him down in battle and it’s perfect and funny

- oh my god he’s turning away so grover doesn’t see him crying. i feel like this is a detail in the book somewhere but now i can’t find it happening so maybe i’m just losing it

- ok so the big house is not what i ever pictured but it is gorgeous and i love this version of it

- the diet coke

- but did you?

- he’s starting with me

- excuse me your highness

- dad? yes peter. it’s percy. exactly

- the audacity of mr. d. i’m obsessed

- “why must you ruin everything”

- omg the owls

- oh the cabins are so cool

- like one thing i never was able to picture was how camp was laid out and i just am eating so well this is so fun to look at

- I KNOW WHAT YOURE GOING THROUGH he really does though doesn’t he FUCK now i’m emotionally

- holy shit juniper????

- LMAO okay definitely not juniper she looks much older

- council of cloven elders is so much spookier than i thought

- mmmmm grover figured it out interesting

- also apparently names don’t have power. i mean that is the stance in heroes of olympus they did not care about names. so i get it

- so like. this is kronos? looking like the grim reaper in percy’s dreams?

- ok honestly the lack of annabeth so far is very upsetting

- mmmm “glory” interesting, luke

- who is this spunky kid with the hair

- YES. YES WHEELCHAIR USING DEMIGOD YES!!!

- idk why but them just using lighters takes me out of it. but it made me laugh

- yesssss hephaestus kids my beloved

- spunky kid with the hair is chris. NOW WHO THE FUCK IS CHRIS

- holy shit this is so sad. percy alone in the woods burning his candy

- OH MY GOD FOR HIS MOM oh my god i’m not going to survive this episode

- “i think i’ve made some friends here”

- oh this is too much. it’s giving “good kid” energy from the musical

- YES angry percy. i always felt like the musical emphasized how like. angry and upset percy was at his dad. obviously it’s a huge plot point in the book but it feels like more apparent in the musical and i always LOVED that about the musical so of course i LOVE that it is being emphasized in the show as well

- if percy doesn’t cut off medusas head and mail it to olympus after this and trying so hard to get his dad’s attention it will be SUCH a letdown i have to say it i’m sorry

- good bathroom scene. GOOD bathroom scene.

- are you stalking me annabeth

- yes

- oh i’m so in love with her

- like we knew she’d be phneomenal. but we’d seen so little of her in promo stuff!!! and i HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG TO SEE MY GIRL!!!!! AND HERE SHE FUCKING IS!!!!!!

- also saying annabeth is the head of the athena cabin and seeing tiny little annabeth is SO. funny. like we all knew it was funny that a twelve year old was in charge but SEEING it makes it so painfully obvious

- “she’s my little sister”

- they call them forbidden kids that’s a little silly but that’s fine

- also i enjoy that they’re talking about thalia-luke-annabeth earlier

- BABY ANNABETH HIDING IN AN ALLEY. oh i hope we get to actually SEE this scene one day because i do love it so

- “can you ask her to knock it off.” obsessed.

- these waterfalls are SO. cool. the one thing the descriptions of camp were always missing. i love a waterfall

- the kid playing the war drums has me laughing out loud

- laughing OUT LOUD at percy. flossing and peeing and whistling

- oh my god a lizard. i would too.

- just laying down. picking at a leaf

- i just noticed he actually has vans. skater!percy lives

- GUESS ILL LOSE DESERT PRIVILEGES good book line so glad it’s in here

- the fight choreo is SO. GOOD

- “NOT BAD HERO” ALSO GOOD BOOK LINE

- you were here the whole time and you didn’t help me? yes. what is wrong with you!!

- oh i love her SO. much. i love them both so fucking much

- one of my FAVORITE lines is “poseidon, earthshaker stormbringer. hail perseus jackson son of the sea god” and i’m so glad we got it

- i like jason mantzoukas because, like that post about gene wilder, you can really believe he’d let those kids die

- also one of my favorite scenes is annabeth being invisible in the big house the whole time percy is being offered a quest and chiron is like “someone already offered to go with you” and annabeth takes her hat off to reveal she has been there the whole time. and it’s always been so funny to me but i don’t mind that the humor of it was still maintained in the scene after capture the flag being altered a little bit. and we still got “not bad hero”

- oh shit are we not getting the oracle. i guess it makes sense. it’s a lot of time when someone can just tell percy they think it’s hades but like. actually. BETRAYED BY ONE WHO CALLS YOU A FRIEND!! FAIL TO SAVE WHAT MATTERS MOST!! ITS KIND OF IMPORTANT and the oracle is like a very important plot point later

- I AM SALLY JACKSON’S SON. YOU TELL THEM

#percy jackson #percy series #annabeth chase #grover underwood #oh man i love them so much

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emolooswrld · 1 year

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Bite Me

pairing: vampire!eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: 18 + minors dni!! smut, angst, slight suicide ideations, mentions of blood, blood consumption, pain kink if u squint, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it bf u tap it), very slight dacryphilia, squirting, slight spitting kink, dirty talk (and by dirty i mean absolutely filthy), dom!eddie, kind of rough sex, praise kink, use of pet names, fluff at the end, i think that’s it but if i forgot any pls lmk!

summary: you took it hard after your boyfriend died in your arms in the upside down. two months have gone by and you still haven’t spoken to anyone. that is until robin and steve burst through your door with some very unexpected news that changes everything.

note: hey guys!! so ik i haven’t posted in a while. ive been stuck on the fourth part of The Other Woman. dw i am still working on it, but in the meantime here’s this draft that’s been collecting dust in my notes for far too long. this isn’t proof read so if there’s any mistakes lmk. i am so feral for vampire!eddie munson n ik im not the only one, so buckle up n enjoy🥰 ps. this is my first time posting smut so pls lmk if you have any suggestions or critiques.

One thing about grief is that it never really goes away. At least, that was the case for you. Grief had consumed you. You’ve felt it in the pit of your stomach every single day since that night. That horrible, wretched night. The night your boyfriend died in your arms.

You practically died with him that night. Or at least, that’s what you like to think. You’ve felt as though you’re no longer here. Your body becoming just a shell with nothing inside. You went through the motions of everyday without feeling anything.

In the beginning, you had felt nothing but pain, anger, sadness, despair. You had done nothing but lay in your bed, knees hugged to your chest, and cry. Not like any “normal” cry you’ve ever experienced. These kinds of cries were sobs. Deep, guttural, screaming sobs that crawled up your stomach and ripped through your throat. You would cry like this until you couldn’t breathe. You had prayed that maybe one of these times, you’d just choke to death on your own sobs. At least that way you wouldn’t have to feel this pain anymore, you’d be with him.

But that was two months ago. About a month after the love of your life’s death, you started to feel the numbness. At least when you were crying, you felt something, even if it was just pain. Now, you feel nothing. Nothing but that grief in the pit of your stomach. Your friends had grown terribly worried about you. You hadn’t talked to any of them since that night. You actually hadn’t talked to anyone since that night. You’ve almost forgotten what your voice sounds like.

You knew he wouldn’t want you to live like this. It was actually one of the last things he said to you. “Promise me you’ll find a reason to love again.” He had asked you. Those big brown eyes staring into your own. “I-I can’t.” You had managed to choke out in between sobs. “P-please y/n. Promise me you will. Don’t let this ruin your life.” He had said in response, lifting a shaky hand to brush a strand of your hair out of your face for the last time. His eyes were desperate, pleading. “I promise.” Your voice was hoarse and shaky. “I love you. Forever and always.” Those were the last words Eddie Munson had said before he died.

That moment had been playing through your mind on a loop ever since. There was never a time where you weren’t thinking about it. You had broken that promise. Your life was ruined the second his last breath left his body. Your life was taken from you the second his was taken from him. Nothing could change that, or so you thought.

It had been two months since Eddie’s death. Two excruciatingly long months. You hadn’t seen or spoken to any of your friends. They had all tried multiple times by knocking on your bedroom door. Each time you ignored them or pretended you were asleep. That was until tonight.

Robin and Steve had practically burst through your bedroom door. You turned to face them, they looked a mixture of mostly scared, confused, and angry. But there was a glint of hope behind their eyes. Robin was the first to speak. “Okay we know you’re still hurting and we have respected your boundaries and we’ve given you your space, but we need to show you something. Now.” You looked between her and Steve. “Cmon y/n. You’re going to want to see this.” Steve had said.

“What is it?” You asked. The sound of your voice had startled you. It was hoarse and scratchy from not using it for two months. “Ah! She finally speaks!” Robin exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “See! You’ve already improved and we haven’t even shown you him yet.” Robin clasped her hand over her mouth. Steve shot her a glare. Your heart dropped. You felt the first thing you’ve felt in a month, hope. “H-him?” You stuttered, voice still hoarse. You looked frantically between Steve and Robin, desperate for some sort of explanation.

It was Steve who walked across your bedroom and sat down on your bed next to you. “I don’t really think there’s an easy way to say this so I’m just gonna come out and say it.” You positioned yourself on your bed so you were looking right at Steve. “Eddie’s not dead y/n. He’s alive.” Your jaw had dropped. You stared at Steve in disbelief. “More like undead.” Robin had muttered from your doorway. You spun around towards her direction. “W-what? What do you mean undead?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It didn’t make any sense. “He-no-he can’t be alive. I watched him die. I saw him take his last breath.” The tears you thought were all dried up started to make their way down your cheeks.

Steve started rubbing your back. “We know this sounds fucking crazy, but think of all the shit we’ve been through. It’s not totally unbelievable.” You wiped the tears from your eyes. “Robin, what did you mean when you said he was undead?” You watched as Robin and Steve gave each other looks. They were communicating with their eyes, you’ve seen them do it a thousand times. “Tell me.” You begged. “We promised him we’d let him tell you.” Robin said nervously.

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“How long?” You asked from the back of Steve’s car. “How long…what?” Robin said with a confused look on her face. “How long has he been….back?” You saw the look Robin and Steve shared from the rear view mirror. “How long.” It was more of a demand than a question. “A month.” Steve muttered. “Are you fucking kidding me?” You yelled.

“The love of my life has miraculously come back from the dead and none of you said anything for a month?” You felt more hurt than angry. “Listen y/n, he told us not to tell you.” Steve said. “He practically threatened to kill us if we did.” Robin defended. “Why didn’t he want me to see him?” Your voice broke. You couldn’t believe Eddie hadn’t wanted you to know he was alive. He wouldn’t put you through that pain.

“He’s different y/n. A lot different. He’ll explain everything. We’re not allowed to say anything else.” Steve said sadly. He could tell how hurt you were. Robin turned around from the passenger seat and rubbed your knee soothingly. “He has his reasons. I promise it’ll all make sense when he tells you the full story.” All you could do was hum in acknowledgment. The rest of the car ride was silent.

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Your heart hammered in your chest as you walked down the steps into Steve’s basement where Eddie had been “hiding” for the past month. You had no idea what to expect. The only detail Steve and Robin had given you about Eddie was that he was undead. Naturally, you were half expecting him to look like some kind of zombie. Fear spread through your body like a poison as you stepped down from the last step.

Your eyes slowly scanned the basement. It was dark, really dark. The only light coming from a small window in the corner. Suddenly, you felt two familiar hands wrap around your waist. You gasped as you were spun around.

To your relief, Eddie did not look like some kind of zombie. He looked almost exactly the same as the day he died. The only difference being he was significantly bigger, stronger. Eddie had always been strong, but it wasn’t too obvious. You could now feel the muscles in his arms from just them being wrapped around you. Another difference was his eyes. They were no longer that beautiful shade of chocolate brown. They were completely black. The last difference you could tell he had tried to hide, but you saw them. Those pearly white fangs.

Eddie held you in his arms without saying anything. Your ear was pressed against his chest. It was quiet, too fucking quiet. It took a moment to realize it. He had no heartbeat. It startled you so much, you pushed him away.

“Where-you-why don’t you have a heartbeat Eddie?” You looked up at him with pure panic and fear consuming your eyes. “Wow. Two months without me and that’s the first thing you say?” Eddie asked playfully. You were not in the mood. You wanted, no, needed answers.

“I'm serious Eddie. What the fuck is going on?” Eddie started to speak but you cut him off. “You died in my arms. I watched you die. I went to your funeral. I have spent the past two months thinking you were dead. And now I find out you’ve been alive for a month and everyone knew except me. Do you have any idea how fucking miserable I’ve been? I haven’t spoken a single word to anyone since that night. Why would you make them keep this from me?” Tears were falling freely down your cheeks.

Eddie stepped closer to you, but you backed away. He frowned. “That’s why. You’re scared of me.” You opened your mouth to deny his accusation, but he cut you off. “Don’t lie to me. I can hear your heartbeat. You’re scared of me. I made everyone keep this from you because I couldn’t bear to see you so terrified of me.” Eddie turned around and sat in a chair on the other side of the room. He put his head in his hands.

“I don’t know exactly what I am, but Henderson says I’m basically a vampire. I really did die that night. I don’t know how long I was dead for, but I woke up. Same place where you guys left me, but I was different. I’m stronger now, a lot stronger. My eyes changed colors and I have fangs. I climbed through the portal and came here, to Harringtons. I didn’t know what else to do. I wanted nothing more than to see you, but I didn’t want you to see me like this.” He took a long shaky breath. “I'm a monster.” It came out as the quietest whisper, but you heard it.

Your heart broke for him. You understood now because he was right. You were scared of him, but he was still your Eddie. Just a little different now. You walked over to where he was sitting. You kneeled in front of him, cupping his face in your hands. “You are not a monster Eddie.” You looked straight into his eyes. “You were right, I was scared of you. But now I know the full story. I don’t know exactly what you are either, but I know for sure, you are not a monster. You’re still my Eddie. I love you. Forever and always. No matter what.”

Eddie grabbed under your arms and pulled you onto his lap. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “You broke your promise.” Eddie whispered as he rested his head on top of yours. “I know.” You whispered back. “But you’re here now.” Eddie kissed the top of your head. You laid in Eddie’s lap for what felt like hours. You didn’t want to move. You were afraid this was all a dream and you would wake up any second now. Thankfully, it wasn’t.

“If you’re basically a vampire…do you-have you…” You asked suddenly, curiosity getting the better of you. “Drank blood?” Eddie asked. You nodded. “Yep. Unfortunate, I know. But Henderson has been bringing me blood bags from the hospital.” You looked up at Eddie. “Are you hungry right now?” You asked.

Eddie looked down at you. He couldn’t read minds like the vampires in some movies could, but it didn’t take a mind reader to put together what you were about to ask. “Sweetheart, no. I am not going to drink your blood.” “Why not? I want to help you. And if that means you drinking my blood, I am more than happy to help.” You could tell Eddie was fighting something behind those eyes of his. “It’s dangerous. I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice sounded strained, like he was trying to control himself. “You’ve never hurt me before. I trust you. Please Eddie, let me help you.”

Eddie stood up and picked you up with him. He walked over towards the sofa and laid you down gently. He hovered over top of you. “If we do this and you start to feel light headed or it hurts too much you have to stop me, no matter what.” Eddie’s eyes bored into yours. “I will, I promise.” “I’ve never done this before so I don’t know if I’ll be able to control it. If I don’t stop, scream for Steve and Robin.” “Okay.” That was the last thing you said before Eddie was kissing and sucking his way down your neck.

To say you missed the feeling of his lips on your body would be an understatement. You didn’t know how you’ve gone so long without it. You tilted your head back to give Eddie more access. His tongue circled around your pulse point. The groan he let out was almost inhumane. It excited you and terrified you at the same time. You barely had any time to process what was happening before you felt the sharp sting of Eddie's fangs piercing through your skin.

The pain only lasted for a second. It was quickly replaced with pleasure. It wasn’t the usual type of pleasure you were used to. It was euphoric, like pure ecstasy. You couldn’t help but let out a string of moans. Eddie looked up from his place in the crook of your neck. God, he looked fucking ethereal. The crimson red of your blood was dripping down his chin. His pupils were blown out, eyelids heavy. A few strands of his hair were stuck to his forehead, framing his face beautifully.

He licked his lips clean. “You okay baby?” He asked with a smirk. “Felt so good Eddie.” You panted. Eddie licked your neck clean. “God you taste incredible.” He said as he kissed his way up your neck. You realized you still hadn’t even kissed him yet. You tugged his face up by his hair and crushed your lips onto his. You could taste the metallic tang of your own blood lingering on his lips. The kiss was heated, all tongue and teeth, but you couldn’t care less. It was just what you needed.

You both pulled away, gasping for air. “Fuck sweetheart, if I would’ve known biting you turned you on this much I would’ve done it hours ago.” Eddie smirked. “Eddie, I need you.” You were a whining mess, but you were so far gone you didn’t care how you sounded. “Yeah? Then beg for it, pretty girl. I wanna hear you beg for my cock.” And beg you did. “Please Eddie. I need you so bad. Need to feel you inside me.” You were breathless. “There’s my good girl. God I missed you.” Eddie said as he reached down to unzip his jeans.

You had been so worked up you hadn’t realized the bulge in Eddie’s jeans. Or rather the size of the bulge in Eddie’s jeans. The second you laid eyes on his length, your jaw dropped. Now Eddie had always been on the bigger side, but this was huge. Eddie laughed at your expression. “Yeah that’s another thing that changed. Figured I’d surprise you.” He said with a wink. “Eddie, I could just barely take you before. How am I supposed to now?” You asked, bewildered. “Guess I’ll just have to get you ready first.”

Eddie practically tore your jeans and underwear off. His head dove down between your legs. “Missed this pretty pussy so much.” His hot breath fanning over your core. You didn’t even have a chance to respond before you felt his tongue lick from your folds up to your aching clit. The moan you let out went straight to Eddie's painfully hard cock.

Eddie ate you out like a starved man. His tongue delved through your folds, collecting your slick. He made his way up to your clit, tongue circling around it. You moaned embarrassingly loud as you felt him plunge two of his fingers into your core. The combination of Eddie's fingers hitting that spot deep inside of you that made your toes curl and the circles his tongue was making on your clit had you teetering over the edge in seconds.

“Don’t stop Eddie. God please don’t stop.” You begged. “Gonna cum for me sweet girl? Go on, be my good girl and cum for me.” Eddie groaned against your cunt. The vibrations from his voice sent you over the edge. Your first orgasm crashed over you like the strongest of waves. You felt as though you were floating. Eddie brought you back down to earth by rubbing your thighs soothingly.

You lifted your head up to smile down at Eddie. “There she is, my beautiful girl.” You pulled Eddie up until his face was leveled with yours. Eddie tapped the side of your jaw with two fingers. “Open.” You obeyed and watched as he spit into your mouth. You moaned as you swallowed. “Such a good girl. And all it took was for me to die to finally get you to listen.” Eddie said teasingly.

“God just shut up and fuck me already.” You smirked as you reached between your bodies and grabbed his length. “Still got quite a mouth on you though. Careful or I’ll have to wipe that smirk right off your face.” Eddie said as he pinned both your arms above your head with one hand. “Is that a threat or a promise?” You smiled slyly. “I think you already know the answer to that question.” Eddie said as he started to slide into you.

You gasped as you felt him slowly start to fill you. The stretch was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It burned, but in the most delicious way possible. Eddie stilled inside of you once he bottomed out, letting you adjust to his length. “You all good baby?” Eddie asked, searching for discomfort of any kind on your face. “Fuck-yes-god Eddie please just move.” Eddie smirked as he slowly started to pull out of you, only to slam right back in.

The scream you let out was guttural. Eddie quickly moved to cover your mouth with his free hand. “Quiet pretty girl. You don’t want us getting caught do you?” Eddie asked as he slammed into you again, causing another muffled scream to rip through your throat. “I asked you a question.” You quickly shook your head no. “Good girl.” Eddie praised as he started to thrust into you with no remorse.

Eddie brought you closer to the edge with every thrust. The tip of his cock hitting that certain spot inside of you every time. You were a screaming, writhing mess under him. Your eyes started to tear up from how good it all felt. It wasn’t until Eddie moved his hand down between your bodies and started making lazy circles on your clit, that the tears started to fall. You had never felt this much pleasure before. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.

“Aww baby, you crying from how good my cock feels?” You nodded vigorously. “Poor girl. Can’t even talk you're so cock drunk.” Eddie sped up his circles on your clit. “Cmon sweet girl, cum for me. I wanna see how good I make you feel.” His words were all you needed to finally send you over the edge. Your second orgasm was even more intense than the first. You felt yourself gush around Eddie’s cock. “F-fuck baby, you just squirted. God you’re fucking insatiable.”

You felt Eddie’s movements start to falter. You could tell he was close. “Shit- where do you want it?” Eddie asked. You opened your mouth in response. “You’re a goddamn vixen.” Eddie muttered under his breath as he shuffled up your body. He jerked himself only a couple of times before he was spurting ropes of cum onto your tongue. You swallowed every last bit, not wanting any to go to waste.

Eddie leaned down to kiss you passionately. He could taste himself on your tongue. The kiss was slow and gentle. You were the first to pull away. “That was-“ “I know.” You giggled. “What?” Eddie asked smiling. “It’s just-who would’ve known vampires could be so good at sex.” Eddie playfully slapped your arm. “Shut up.” He said teasingly.

You laid in Eddie’s arms as he traced shapes into the small of your back. “Can you promise me something?” You asked, breaking the silence that had fallen between you both. “Anything.” Eddie said, without hesitation. “Promise me you’ll never leave me again.” You turned your head to look into his eyes. “Baby I promise. After what just happened, you are never getting rid of me.” Eddie teased as he squeezed your shoulder. You giggled softly.

“I love you..” You whispered.

“Forever and always.” Eddie whispered back as he kissed the top of your head.

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spikeinthepunch · 11 months

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had to whip up a drawing of my founder medicine cat, Foggorse... she just died at 157 moons, swept into the ocean. All the remaining founders were so sad- esp her leader Hailstar and her first apprentice, Bonepelt. 7 years with her friends... im so sad she died

you can read her full bio below the cut :')

Foggorse is the clan's first medicine cat, and after 3 moons had a crush on the leader Hailstar. However, Hail does not seem to have these feelings. Fog imagines what their life could be like, even imagining their kits together. But with little implication that they share feelings, she starts to question her place in the clan wondering if its right for them to hold these feeling for their leader.

In time, Foggorse feels slightly more hopeful despite Hailstar declaring a mate. Hailstar has gone on more patrols with them to find herbs, and Hailstar has been glad to talk to them and ramble. Shes glad about it, but still feels this doesn't mean much in the end.

Foggorse sees the same prophecy as Bonepelt, and starts to become far more nervous than the other medicine cat. And as multiple young cats lose their lives to the sea including Hailstar's own litter, they try their best to warn those apprentices too unaware to think about it. Regardless.. many are still lost to the sea, bringing the beachside clan to a fear of the thing right outside their doorstep.

When Mrytlebracken dies, she is striken with greif losing a good friend has taken a toll, and they do not want to be comforted. Over the moons Foggorse loses more old friends to flood, the sea, and sickness. They can't handle the feelings and find themself incapable of doing her work when the grief takes over.

Foggorse continues her later years still yearning for something with Hailstar, but in many ways has settled in the fact it'll never be. Hailstar had declared another litter with Patrirdgetail, and Foggorse has never held negative feelings for her mate either, they are all good friends. She could never forget that. (note! i determine that Hailstar is aromantic over their lack of romantic feelings for Fog, or her mate, Partridgetail. literally has NO romantic points with either of them no matter how many mediator meets lol)

After the death of the dear founding member Sweetclaw, Foggorse struggles to regain herself, torn at the loss of such a friend. In the early morning before the rise of her clanmates, Foggorse finds herself walking the beach, only for the rough tides to rise unexpectedly. The only witness to Foggorse's fate is her former apprentice Bonepelt, having witnessed her swept into the sea after trying to find where Foggorse had gone. The powerful and monsterous wave crash down and sweeps Foggorse away.

Foggorse died at the old age of 157 moons, leaving behind many who loved her.

#deepclan #foggorse #clangen #put more effort into her design and actually referenced a cat lol

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omg thank you for doing my request!!! i absolutely adored it, dw im from the east coast myself (new york specifically). if it’s okay, i’d like to request more modern day sullys and fali? i just love your take on them.

a/n: ahh !! thank you so much. ( east coast gang rising up !! ) anyway , yes i actually think the modern au is just so simple but so cute and fun to write , which is also why i'm publishing this request before some of the older ones. i want to be able to keep feeding you all while i develop ideas and fics for the other ones. hope you enjoy !! reblogs + feedback is always appreciated !!

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modern au headcanons for the sullys + fali

general

one of the most chaotic families out there

trust me when i say this

when any of the kids have friends over, the guests are always shocked to find out that they ever manage to get anything done

there's always someone being a problem ( lo'ak )

tuk is the "do it all" child

like soccer, lacrosse, dance, school plays + musicals

she totally ate as an oompa loompa in charlie and the chocolate factory jr.

the older siblings all took a picture with her while she was in costume

[y/n] has an epic 0.5x picture of her from that night and is saving it for her graduation

[y/n] has the most baby pictures and "baby's first christmas" ornaments / type stuff just because she was the first child

neteyam has a good bit, so does kiri, but lo'ak and tuk have barely any

you can tell that they gave up on parenting tuk because she's such a menace

the whole entire family is banned from pizza hut

they refuse to speak on the topic

after neteyam and lo'ak played jv basketball together, kiri and [y/n] worked together to rewatch all the film and make a compilation of all their funny moments

tbt to when lo'ak completely missed the basket during a free throw

to present it, they gathered the entire family into the living room and pretended it was serious

but as soon as the video started, the two girls could not hold up the act and ended up on the ground in tears as they laughed at the entire thing

lo'ak and neteyam were not amused

jake was totally losing his mind

he loves making fun of his kids ( affectionately )

you can always tell neytiri's mood based on what she's listening to when she cooks dinner

a podcast means she's feeling good, feeling productive - sad music means she's, well... sad - classical music means you must stay far away from her

kiri, [y/n], and neytiri have their periods sinked up

it's complete hell for everyone else

once jake came home from work late and saw them sobbing on the couch to an episode of how i met your mother

sometimes the siblings will all sit down and have tuk paint their nails as she just talks the most amount of shit about every kid in her class

it's literally the funniest thing

she has some serious issues

kiri and [y/n] both like reading but the difference between the two is that kiri actually reads and [y/n] has five different books sitting on her bedside table

when she does have a random burst of energy to read, they always swap books

the head boys lacrosse coach is the biology teacher and he loves the sully family

he also teaches forensic science

not only is [y/n] dating his star player, but she manages the team

plus neteyam is on his team

sometimes, during their lunch period, fali and [y/n] just roll up to his class ( the same period that lo'ak and tsireya have bio )

ao'nung also plays basketball, so him and lo'ak were literally always beefing until they randomly just became friends

and then it was chill!

[y/n] and fali also drive tsireya and ao'nung around quite a bit, but they don't mind

everybody trusts fali and [y/n]

they're the type of people that you call if you need anything ever

kiri and neteyam have definitely called their sister or fali during a party after realizing they needed to get home

once neteyam's old friends left him there with no ride and he was... not all that sober

fali was at the same party because lacrosse team!

this boy did not hesitate to leave with neteyam and bring him back to his house

neteyam called his parents and pretended he was sleeping over with ao'nung ( who helped cover for him ) and ended up sleeping in fali's guest bedroom

every day kiri collects random ideas for her future speech as [y/n]'s maid of honor at her and fali's wedding

[y/n] still doesn't know

neteyam has an entire shoebox full of memories with his big sister that he plans to give her before she moves out

panic ensues the household when they reach june / graduating month

they do not want to think about their first baby leaving the nest!

neytiri is such a sad frantic mama

just wants everything to be perfect for her baby

jake ensures her that it will be

moving on to more happy stuff!

neytiri is totally a swiftie

like a very serious very loyal swift or that knows every single song and every single album and every single word

owns her ugly merch but it's okay because it makes her happy

tsireya's favorite candy would be watermelon jolly ranchers and she always has them in her backpack and stuff

lo'ak started to also keep watermelon flavored things in his backpack when he first started crushing on her

he would give her some during bio

her smile was always worth it

[y/n] and fali have the cheesiest and cutest way of reminding each other that they love each other

and that would be by giving each other their last piece of something

like they would give each other their last oreo, their last piece of gum, their last hershey kiss, his last name

it's just a silent exchange of their infatuation for each other

everybody else watches as they contemplate leaving because of how lonely they make them feel

kiri makes the silliest birthday posts

like she absolutely exposes every single one of her siblings by posting their ugly pictures on her instagram story

and she isn't even nice enough to keep it on close friends

lo'ak and [y/n] have a super long streak on snap chat of like 600+ days

and they are constantly scared of losing it

tuk takeover happens on a rare occasion in which, every few months, one of her older siblings allows her to do their streaks

she usually manages to post something stupid on their stories or something, but all of their friends have learned to look forward to it

fali and [y/n] were friends for a year before dating, but half of that year was spent with them absolutely crushing on each other

their first kiss story is so embarrassing and they refuse to tell anyone about it

fali wears bracelets that [y/n] makes for him

he always wears the bracelets that tuk makes for him and they're the cutest things because it's just a random assortment of beads

fali probably has a like single piercing on one of his ears after losing a bet with his friends

but he's grown to love it

he always has to take it out for lacrosse because the helmet is a pain

[y/n] buys him cute little earrings that he refuses to wear because they're always silly

like, "no, [y/n] i'm not wearing a singular waffle earring."

the only earring from her that he wears is the earring that matches the ring he gave her on their one year anniversary

she gave him that earring for his birthday

he almost cried

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #loak sully #neteyam sully #sully family x reader #sully family x y/n #tuk sully #tuktirey #sully family #kiri sully #lo'ak #lo'ak sully #loak #lo'ak x oldersister!reader #sully!reader #fali x reader

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