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torhues · 1 year
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oikawa tooru.
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oikawa loves to watch you sleep.
it's nothing new. you've been living together for a little over a year now, his mornings begin with you sleeping by his side most of the time but, but oikawa doesn't look like he has moved on from the way you look when you're sleeping.
he thinks you look funny— ugly, maybe not ugly, but definitely funny. you look like such a mess, make weird faces, leave trails of incoherent words that wake him up in middle of the night. your limbs are all over the bed and most of the time, they're above him, as if he's your bed or something. you never wake up the way you go to sleep, always ending up on his side of the bed, pushing him to the edge while wrapping your arms around him as if you're holding him for falling down, like you're not the reason why he's in that position in the first place. you end up taking the whole comforter and it got to the point where oikawa suggested using two different comforters for the sake of both of you, but it didn't help either, since you would leave yours and slide into his every single night.
but he doesn't complain, not at all. he doesn't mind if you steal his comforter and he has to sleep without one every night. it's fine if he falls down from bed once a few days, or if he wakes up with a neck or back pain thanks to your habit of having your hands and legs all over him. oikawa doesn't have any complaints because he thinks it's a blessing to wake up every night and look at your beautiful face.
he thinks you're the prettiest while sleeping because you don't seem to care about the way you have to present yourself to people, even if it's just him and you in the room. you smile while sleeping, or frown, make some sort of angry face, etcetera etcetera; oikawa thinks it's adorable, because those are the moments when he realises he's in love with you.
"you could've woken me up," and sometimes, he's too busy falling in love with you, he doesn't realise you've woken up already.
"thought i'd let you sleep a little more," he speaks just above the comforting silence enveloping the two of you, trying to maintain the decorum, matching the intensity of his voice with yours while caressing your cheeks. "you're making me want to sleep again,"
"well, y—" he slips in next to you, making you shift involuntarily to make space for him. his hands are a little cold, sending bits of shivers down your spine as he wraps them around your waist, letting his fingertips trace random patterns on the bare skin under your sweatshirt. "i'd love to sleep more but, we need to make breakfast,"
"what's so good about breakfast at seven on a winter morning?" he whispers against the crook of your neck.
you chortle at the contact, "may be that it can help me with my hunger?"
"if we sleep, we won't be hungry anymore," oikawa pulls back, allowing his eyes to admire your face while you take your time presuming the words behind his love sick eyes. "can i tell you something?"
"go on,"
"i think i'm in love with you,"
your lips curl into a smile, "you tell me that every day," or more so, multiple times, every day. it's more of a remind so that you don't forget he loves you, and that he loves you more than anything else in this world, as if you're ever going to forget it.
"no i mean, i'm in love with you right now, at the moment, while we're lying next to each other; like, i'm falling in love with you right now and—" a pause, as if he's trying to build up suspense or create the atmosphere. it's simply an oikawa thing to do, he wants everything about you to be special. "— and, i don't think i can ever stop falling in love with you,"
it's magical how every single word that falls off his lips manages to flutter your heart. his smile never fails to fluster you even though you've been dating for three years now. oikawa has you going crazy and also keeps you sane. it's difficult, but you're somewhere in between. he has you head over heels for himself, making you fall for him every morning that you wake up. he's keeping you afloat but is also the reason why you're drowning. he is like a pool of contradictions in your life and you can't help it because every part of him makes you feel alive.
that is the effect oikawa has on you. so, you cup his cheeks, hoping that you have the same, if not more, effect on him as well. "i don't think i can ever stop falling in love with you either,"
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mellocatt · 5 months
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I come back to tumblr after vanishing for months and why the fuck are people asking for byler to have sex 😭😭😭
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purgeshubble · 10 months
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moodboard: grian x scar (third life)
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termagax · 11 days
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like i think to fish theyre just both people who shouldve died a long time ago and now they arent allowed to. because they need each other. and they both crave that and resent it.
#they WANT to be so important to him that he would fall apart without then AND they resent that they cant fall apart without hurting him#they were having a perfectly decent apathetic slide into eternal misery and then he had to go and ruin it with love. whatever.#like they want to be this essential part of his life because they loooove having that power over him they really really do#and theyre mean about it too. but like. they dont like that it goes both ways#they dont like being looked after or cared about because they get too used to it and they feel themselves falling in love w him again and#they run away. and eventually they come back or he comes back to them. and they tell themselves its just transactional like#they have something he needs and he has something they want#animal sir chloe style#but just like that its like. its NOT that. they need him so fucking bad and they feel better when hes around even when they hate his ass#and espeically after they start 'working' for jr with him its like. they really really love him so bad and they hate it.#these stupid assholes making them feel alive again. making them feel FEEELINGS. liek a PERSON. eugh#and i think they hate how scared they get when something happens to roadhog. theyre supposed to know better than that basically#they feel like needing him is vulnerable because it opens the door for him to hurt them again which is why they so enjoy being the one in#control + being the one who leaves#and the one who lashes out and ect ect. but they cant help themself and they hate hirself for it. so like. well the only solution is that#you shouldve killed yourself two decades ago so i couldve wasted away mad at you like i was supposed to and wed be done with it.#fishs got a case of wanting to die in such a way where they wont take any active steps to get there#but they resent being alive and they resent every minute of pain they endure by being alive. hence the very sex booze violence lifestyle#but the frustrating thing about him is that they. most of the time. like being alive with him. so they have to endure more#more pain and heartache and frustration. and they dont want to but they cant do anything else. they cant even leave again at this point#anyways. my fishy#🐟#they have every disease
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saetoshis · 1 year
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allofuswantgwinam · 3 months
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i used my tarot deck for the first time in literally like a year today 🤩 never seems to not make me shooketh, i got the exact answer i was needing but at the same time i still dk what to do 🤣🤣 you’d think my ancestors would help me not indecisive but no we indecisive lmao
#tbh tho i took the message as a way for too particular things so#had me like ‘y’all I ain’t even askin about that wtf’#soo guess time will tell#i wanna start getting into that#especially since I work nights so I have plenty of time before work#which I used to always do it before work last time I had these hours and it would be HITTIN#I’d ask for advice for the day and stuff or like what I should expect for the day#the day the trumpets raided the capital I pulled the devil card#I cannot even make this up#and there was twice where i found a card randomly on the floor in my room#craziness#either way tho i need that back in my life#my ears be ringing and everything liek i have not even talked about Thai on here bc I don’t want people to think I’m crazy#bc I’m not#I’ve accepted this part of my life and tbh I think I sacred myself away from it when I was a kid#bc i saw my grandma one time and it freaked me tf out and she never came to see me again 😭😭#and she. I was really little my mom thought I had an imaginary friend bc I would literally like talk to him. I said it was my shadow brother#she said that was fucking terrrifying bc I was like 3 so why tf would I say that 🤣#but after she told me this randomly when I got older I figured out it was my twin that didn’t make it#I said it was probably a boy because she never got to find out the gender#that’s some spooky shit fr#I wish I could remember but I don’t at all#I only remember seeing my grandma bc I did not even speak of it to anyone for the looooongest time#I was spooked asf#anyways tho if I would get my shit together and work hard for this I could probably make a job out of this#I already predict everyone’s future for free so might as well get paid for it 🤣🤣🤣#I be the knower of the things and still make dumb ass decions#literally my brother said that to me#made me mad bc he was nice and then said the last bit 🙃 but he right
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angel-archivist · 1 year
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Sniff sniff i’m sick <]:-[ 
#retro.bullshit#i love my tiny minor antagonist something something how elysium valley is all about the guilt the guilt you feel over loss or avoidance or#wahtever and addressing that guilt and if you leave it to simmer for too long it starts to spill out in unhealthy ways#the first seasons about identity and loss and how when we shape ourselves around another person when we lose that person#we're left not knowing who we are#IE doppelgangers in regard to identity and feeling liek you 'could do better' would my mother be proud of who i am right now#and allowing yourself to be overtaken by something that feels like it can worm its way into your life and consume who you are without notice#also in helens case kind of the complex matter of masking too and internalized ableism#but then the second season is liek about trauma and the exploitation of that trauma by companies in order to profit off of you by claiming#care when in reality things like the pharma companies price things to sucha. degree that people who need these things to survive can barely#afford them and also toxic masculinity#and where does trauma and toxic masculinity overlap#and while helen is opening up to jun and they're healing their relationship and starting to form a healthy connection#in opposition to how Jun was consumed by helens prescense the sun to her icarus#Michael doesn't have an outlet for the grief and trauma he endured during the first season#adn how the evil little guy of the series is now haunting him with this grief in a manifestation of the one person he couldn't save#and how that challenges his view on his masculinity#hes the man he should've saved her instead he stood frozen and watched her die#as if he could've done anything to prevent it#also michaels toxic masculinity is something in the first half too#thats just being more so addressed in the second half#blah blah thats where my sick mind is at now#the elysium valley radio show#i might as well tag the story since i rambled so much in the tags
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dakotalun · 8 months
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You Belong With Me | Eddie Munson
pairing: Modern!Eddie Munson X Fem Reader
summary: Part 2--Eddie gets a special visit...but it hurts more than it helps.
warnings: drug use, language, mentions of cheating, sad Eddie
word count: 4.2k
a/n: I've estimated about 7 or so parts to this series and I will be working on them for the next couple of weeks.
*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******
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“Yeah I’m coming!” Eddie says from his room, getting up from his bed and pressing the butt of his blunt into the ashtray on the nightstand. He had been laying in bed, listening to Ozzy, smoking and drinking a beer after he got back from the basketball game a little while ago.
He was pissed at you for yelling at him earlier and bailing on him when it was so out of character for you to do so. But it was nice just sitting under the bleachers alone, oogling the love of his life. Another knock comes as he exits his room, “I said I’m coming-” He swings the front door open and it reveals a sad and red eyed Chrissy.
“Shit Chrissy, are- are you okay?” Eddie steps aside and allows her to enter the trailer.
“Hey Eddie. Sorry to just come over unannounced and all,” Her voice is strained but steady, as if she’s used to speaking after crying.
“No no it’s fine. What’s going on?” He walks over to the couch and sits down, Chrissy following after.
“Jason and I got into a big fight after the game tonight,” Eddie’s ears burn at the thought of Jason being a dick to such a sweet girl then return to normal after thinking about the fight he just had with you, “And I couldn’t be around him anymore so I went for a walk. I thought about things on the way then noticed that I was almost to here and decided to stop by.”
Eddie’s surprised at the words coming from her. She thought of him and decided to stop by, could this be his lucky day?
“Aw I’m sorry that sucks. What can I do to help? Do you need me to go beat him up? Cause I will, I’ll do it right now.” His tone is upbeat and happy but he means every word.
A smile creeps onto Chrissy’s face showing her perfect teeth, “No, no. Nothing like that. I was just wondering if you could, um,” She hesitates, nervous to ask the question.
Eddie puts a reassuring hand on her knee, this being the second time in 2 weeks that they’ve touched. “I’ll do anything, just say the word.” His doe eyes wide and full of truth.
“Can I get some weed or pills or something? I’ve not been in the best headspace lately and I just need something to take the edge off.”
Those were not the words he thought she would say, not in a million years. His face grows warm, nervous about selling to Hawkin’s most famous IT girl. He needs the money but he feels bad for taking it from her, she doesn’t look like she’s taken anything stronger than a baby aspirin in her life, and now she wants weed or pills.
“Are- are you sure? Have you ever smoked before?” She shakes her head, “I know I said anything but I don’t know if I can,”
“Oh,” Her head falls down, clearly disappointed at his words, “That’s okay. It was stupid for me to come here anyway. I’ll get out of your hair, let you get back to whatever you were doing.” She stands up, hands running over her short skirt, both out of nervousness and to cover her ass.
Eddie shoots up quickly not wanting her to leave, “Wait! I mean if you really want some weed then I’ll give you some but on one condition.”
Her baby blue irises meeting his dark brown ones, liek two oceans colliding, “What condition?”
“You gotta smoke it with me. Can’t have you choking to death after taking one puff incorrectly, so? We gotta deal?” He holds his hand out for her to shake, needing another form of touch with her.
“Deal.” Her tiny hand is engulfed in his, the warmth of her skin seeping into his palm.
Eddie tells Chrissy to stay in the living room while he goes and gets a joint and lighter from his room. Returning only a few seconds later he plops down on the couch, exhaling a loud sigh.
“So I’ll start it off for you then I’ll show you how to take a hit correctly,” Chrissy nods at his words.
Eddie puts the blunt into his mouth, cupping his free hand around it to shield the imaginary wind as he lights it, taking a few short puffs just to get it started for her. Once he’s satisfied with his work he pulls it from his lips and hands it to her.
Chrissy looks at it weirdly, not even knowing how to hold it. Eddie notices this and opts to just guide the butt just past her lips, her strawberry lipgloss covering the paper. She looks at him every step of the way, not wanting to do it wrong.
“Alright now all you’re gonna do is breathe in slowly,” She follows his words, taking a slow, deep breathe in, “Good. Good, now,” He pulls his fingers and the blunt away from her lips, “Hold it in for a second until you start to feel that burn in your chest, then exhale.”
She holds for a short second before falling into a coughing fit. Eddie goes to rub her back, soothing the burn he knows all too well from his past. She takes a little to regain her barings again before sitting back up and leaning into the worn out couch.
“Okay that is not as easy as you make it look,” Her voice is hoarse, which Eddie only finds attractive.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, the more you do it the less it hurts,” He takes a long hit, letting the smoke fill his lungs for far too long.
“Okay then, guess I’ll have to try again then,” Eddie just nods and takes another hit before handing it back to her. She follows his steps the same way, only this time she isn’t coughing up a lung.
“Nice job. You’re a natural.” Eddie smiles and the two of them sit there just enjoying the peace and sharing a smoke.
Once it’s down to its last little bit, Eddie puts it out and leans deep into the couch, spreading his legs wide in the process. He lays his arms over the back and looks up at the ceiling. He’s always loved doing this after a good smoke, just sitting there, staring at the ceiling and allowing his mind to wander and eventually go blank.
Chrissy is sitting beside him still, more relaxed than before which brings a smile to Eddie’s lips. The room has been quiet for a while and Chrissy has a question that she’s been meaning to ask.
“So, why do you do it?” SHe says after clearing her throat a little.
“Do what?” He doesn’t look at her, still focused on the ceiling above.
“Why do you act the way you do? Why play that game and listen to that music? You do realize it’s not normal right?” This catches his attention, he brings his head up to look at her, her eyes drifting from his face to her lap where she fiddles with her hands.
“Why are you with Jason when you know he’s sleeping with half the girls at the school?” Eddie’s feeling feisty now, not pleased with the sudden line of questioning.
“I asked you first.” Chrissy retorts back.
“I don’t know what you mean. I act the way I do because that’s who I am, and I play D&D because I find it fun and thrilling. Being normal ’s just not for me, trust me on this one sweetheart.”
“But it could be. If you tried, then you wouldn’t have everyone staring at you and calling you a freak.”
“Yeah but you forget one thing,” Eddie’s sitting up right now, hands on his knees as he gets closer to her. Her eyes are looking at him again, scanning his face quickly, almost worry in her eyes.
“What’s that?” Chrissy’s voice is small and weak, Eddie’s presence now intimidating as he gets right up in her face, a mere inch apart.
“I don’t give a damn what people think.” Chrissy is staring into his eyes now, completely locked in and focused. 
“Your turn, why Jason?” Eddie really is curious as to why she’s with him, and he know’s it can’t only be for the social status, “And don’t say because he’s captain of the laundry basket game.”
“It’s called basketball and I wasn’t going to say that. I like him because he’s sweet and kind and always does the best for others.”
Eddie can’t believe the words she just used to describe him, “Jason? Like Jason Carver, the one who bullies me relentlessly and judges people if they breathe the wrong way? That Jason?”
“Yes Eddie, that Jason.” 
“But how?”
“I know he’s not the best to be around during school but that’s just because his dad is a jackass who won’t get off his back about basketball and his grades. He’s stressed all the time and just needs a break. And when he’s with me he’s thi sweet guy who doesn’t care what others think, just wanting to be the best he possibly can be.”
Eddie looks at her, mouth wide like a fish that’s trying to get air after being pulled from the water. Never in his 20 years of life did he think that he would hear someone say those things about Jason, especially in his trailer! It felt like an out of body experience.
“Can I ask you another question?” Chrissy is looking at him, ignoring the stunned expression.
“Uh sure. But this is the last one.”
“What’s up with you and y/n?” “Nothing, why?” The hair on the back of Eddie’s neck stand up at the mention of you.
“I didn’t se her with you today at the game and I was just curious. I mean you two are always together, even Jason and I don’t spend that much time together. Guess you guys just have a good relationship.”
“Woah woah woah. Y/n and I aren’t in a relationship. She’s just a friend.”
Chrissy gives him a quizzical look, not fully believing him, “Uh huh, so you guys just carpool together and walk to classes together and eat lunch together because you’re friends?”
“Yes. We do,” Eddie sits up straighter now, feeling like he has to assert dominance in this situation.
“Okay then. I was just wondering,” Chrissy is looking directly in his eyes now, analyzing the vast space of his irises.
His eyes are cool and calm, whilst hers are wide and a little curious. Eddie’s gaze dips from hers to her lips then back up again. Her lipgloss is pretty much gone, most of it on the end of the discarded blunt. They are soft and pink, not at all chapped and worn like his.
Eddie’s feeling bold and a little angry right now. Bold from the weed and angry at you for not believing that he could have Chrissy if he wanted to, so his next moves weren’t quite thought out. So before either of them knows it his lips are on hers. Chrissy gasps into the kiss, it quickly being muffled by his mouth. She knows she should pull away, she knows she shouldn’t be kissing anyone other than Jason, especially Eddie “The Freak” Munson, but his lips taste different and the way he holds himself is in high contrast from Jason.
So she leans in a little, giving back to what Eddie is giving her. They kiss for what feels like forever to Eddie but in actuality it was only a few seconds before she pulls away.
“I-” Chrissy tries to speak but the words fall silent on her tongue before she can even get them out.
“Shit, I’ve been wanting to do that for so fucking long. It’s even better than I imagined,” Eddie has his world famous grin on, happy to have finally made a move on his dream girl. He starts to lean back in for another kiss when one of Chrissy’s small hands touch his chest, pushing him back.
“What? What’s wrong?” Eddie’s concerned now.
“It’s, um, it’s Jason. I can’t do this to him.”
“But the guy is a jerk, you can do better than him,” Eddie puts his hand over the one onhis chest, “I can treat you better than he can.”
Her eyes are still downcast, not even daring a quick glace up to his. She slips her hand out from under his, letting it fall into her lap again. “Eddie I’m sorry. Really I am, but I can’t. I love him, and he loves me.”
The words are like acid to Eddie’s ears, his face burning at the sound. His body goes numb as he falls back into the couch. Chrissy is talking but he can’t understand her, being rejected is already too much to bear.
“You should go.” His voice is cold, harsh; he barely recognizes it himself.
“Yeah, um okay.” She gets up, gethers her things then rushes out the door. The sound loudly reverberating off the walls of the tin can Eddie calls a home.
He sits there. For a good 10 minutes he just sits there, thinking. Thinking about how he just kissed his dream girl, about how her lips felt on his, how good her lipgloss tasted on his tongue, how much he wishes it could’ve lasted longer, how he hates himself to doing it in the first place.
Eddie’s been dreaming of that moment since he was in 7th grade. He hoped she would be his first, in everything; first girlfriend, first kiss, first to have sex with him-he hoped for it all. Now he’s left sitting here, rejected and cold and alone.
What makes him feel worse is that he can’t even go talk to the one person he knows would make him feel better because she’s mad at him for something she was ultimately right about. He just wishes he could take this entire day back and start over.
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All night you had been laying in bed and wracking your brain for all the possible ways to make it up to Eddie. Going through all these years of friendship the two of you share, thinking of all the things Eddie loves; weed, horror movies, milkshakes from Jay’s Diner, and the cookies you make.
You get up from your bed, the bright light of the rising sun peaking through your curtains. You could only sleep for a few hours that night, too afraid that you had ruined your best friendship. Throwing the blankets off yourself you get ready for the day, choosing comfort more than style.
An hour later you are standing in front of Eddie’s trailer, cookies and milkshakes in hand as you carry a bag of all his favorite horror movies you had just gotten from Family Video. You clock that Wayne’s truck is still outside even though he is normally on his way to work by now, but you don’t pay much attention to it as you knock on the door.
You wait for a few seconds and then are faced with the older man with salt and pepper hair.
“Hi Wayne.” You greet with a smile on your face.
“Hey honey, you here for Ed?” He moves aside to let you in.
“Yeah we uh got into a little fight last night and I wanted to check in on him. Brought milkshakes and cookies.” You hold up the items in your hand. Wayne smiles at your gesture, one Eddie would be sure to love as well.
“He’s been real upset today. Hasn’t said a word to me since I got back from work this morning, rarely comin’ outta that room a his.”
You’re confused for a minute at his words. Eddie seemed mad at you sure but to go as far as to lock himself in his room all day, that was dramatic, even gor him. The look on your face must’ve clued Wayne in on the fact that you had no clue what he was talking about.
“If ya don’t mind, may I ask what you fought about?” HE rubs the back of his neck, a thing Eddie does when he too is nervous, “Possibly get an idea as to why he’s like this.”
“Well he wanted to go to the basketball game last night but I wasn’t feeling up for it. I had tried a few times to tell him I didn’t wanna go but he’s a stubborn one,” Wayne nods his head and smiles a little, “I let my anger get to me and accidentally yelled at him, saying things I did and didn’t mean. But I didn’t think he would be that mad about it, not enough to lock himself inside for hours.”
The two of you standing there in silence, contem,plating all the other reasons for Eddie’s behavior today. The older man looks at his watch then sighs, knwoing it’s time to go to work but not wanting to leave his nephew.
“Go ahead. I’ll see if I can get to him, I’ll call you about what happened later.” Wayne gives you a reassuring smile and a squeeze on the arm before heading out the door and to his late night job.
You take a deep breath in and out, calming your nerves. You set the milkshakes into the freezer, not wanting them to melt as the two of you talked before heading down the short hallway to the metalhead’s room.
It’s rare to see Eddie’s door closed, always an open book in his own house. You knock on his door 3 times, a special order to them, signaling that it was you who was outside of it. Eddie was the one who suggested the two of you got a secret knock, being that both of your parental figures tended to just walk in unannounced and without warning.
The knock was short and sweet, something easy to remember. Eddie was the one who used it most, knocking on your window late at night to steal you away for a night drive or a smoke sesh. 
There is no response from Eddie, so you try the knock again, hoping he just didn’t hear you the thifrst time. Nothing, no response.
“Ed? You okay in there? Wayne said you haven’t left there all day.” You try and keep your voice neutral, not showing the hurt from deep inside that this might be your fault, “Look if this is about out fight last night I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I wasn’t in the right head space and I really shouldn’t’ve talked to you that way.” Still nothing, not even the shifting of sheets could be heard.
“I brought some movies and cookies. Oh and that milkshake you love so much from Jay’s.” You start to get worried now, Eddie has never been this quiet in his life, “Eddie please talk to me. I really didn’t mean to say those things about you and I take back every word. If you really, truly love Chrissy then I will support you. I just don’t want you to get hurt is all, I love you and hate seeing you like this.”
At the mention of Chrissy, Eddie’s heart constricted thinking about what happened last night. And for the first time all day, he speaks.
“It’s not your fault,” The words are soft, the sound in his voice coming out strained.
“Are you sure? I know I was harsh and I take full responsibility for your emotions and my actions. Can I come in? I kinda feel like I need to say this to your face.” You pause a moment, waiting for something, anything. Then you hear the small *click* of his door being unlocked. You open it and gasp at the sight in front of you.
Eddie is laying on his bed, blankets wrapped tightly around him as tissues surround and litter the the places around him. He was crying.
“Shit.” You say under your breath. There is soft music playing in the back ground, you recognize the song to be K. by Cigarettes After Sex. You know the song is on his sad playlist, one he rarely listened to that you knew of. So for him to be listening to it right now is startling.
“Eds?” You walk into the rom fully now, setting the cookies and movies down on the floor by the door. You take a few steps towards his bed, his back is turned to you.
“Eddie, what’s wrong?” You’re now at the edge of his bed, wanting more than anything for him to turn around and look at you. He just lays there, his breathing moving his chest up and down slowly.
“I fucked up.”
“Huh?” You weren’t even sure he said anything that’s how quietly he said it.
“I fucked up, badly.” He turns around now, showing you the aftermath of his endless crying all night. His eyes are puffy and red, tear lines stain his face as a little bit of snot if still lingering on his nose.
You’ve never, ever seen Eddie cry out of sadness before, happiness, excitement, pleasure, sure but not sadness and it worried you to your core to know who or what did this to him. You take a seat on his bed, placing a hand on his thigh, the layers of blankets stopping any sort of heat of his to tough yours.
“What happened? Why do you think you fucked up?”
“Chrissy came by last night…” That’s when your ears perked up, so this was her fault huh? “She wanted drugs but I wasn’t sure she should do them alone since I figured she’s never done them before. Being miss popular “good girl” and all.”
Eddie sits up now, clearing his throat as you just sit there, leting him talk. “I offered to sit with her and teacher her how to smoke properly as to not hurt herself, you know?” You only nod, “Well we were sitting there a few minutes just passing it back and forth, talking occasionally until she asked me a question.”
“Which was?”
“Why do you act the way you do? It seemed harmless at the time, just something that one would ask the town freak,” Your heart pangs at the name he calls himself, “I retorted with a question of my own, following in her line of questioning. Everything was good, then she looked at me. Like really looked at me and I couldn’t hold back anymore, after what you said and the way she just seemed so damn pretty even after coming here with tears staining her face. I kissed her.”
Your eyes went wide. He kissed her. Eddie kissed Chrissy. Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham kissed. The “town freak” and the “cheery good girl” of Hawkins kissed. No matter what way you put it nothing changed. The boy you love, are in love with kissed someone else, someone who had a boyfriend who despised Eddie.
You’re silent, not even breathing as Eddie stares at you, “We only kissed for a few seconds but it was great, her lips were soft and sweet. I wanted to stay like that forever, I could’ve if she didn’t pull away. She told me it was wrong and she couldn’t do it, Jason being the one she loved, even though I know for a fact that he’s fucking other girls around the school.”
The words and thoughts of Eddie kissing Chrissy still heaven’t left your brain, you needed to get them out. “So that’s why you’ve been in here all day. Cause Chrissy rejected you? Not our fight?” You needed a clear answer.
“Yeah. I mean part of it was because we fought, but only a small part, most being because of the kiss.” His eyes are on his lap, where he messes with the chunky rings adorning them. You place your hand over his, stopping th nervous tick.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. You’ll find someone else who doesn’t have a dickwad for a boyfriend and who loves you just as much as you do them and you’ll be happy. I promise,” Clearly you were talking about yourself but he didn’t need to know that. He gives you a smile and pulls you in for a hug, squeezing tightly.
“Thanks sweetheart. You always know what to say to cheer me up.”
“I’ll always be there for you Ed, you know that.” The two of you break apart, you missing the warmth of his body against yours all too much.
“Did I hear something about horror movies and milkshakes?” You laugh at his change in conversation.
“Yes you did. I went to Jay’s earlier to get your favorite, which I still don’t get ow you can drink a birthday cake milkshake but I still bought it.” You stand from his bed, extending your hand out to im, “Let’s get you out of here, watch some movies and eat a shit ton of unhealthy foods.”
Eddie takes your hand without even taking a second thought, letting you lull him to his couch in the other room. The two of you sit there for the rest of the night, watching movies, eating cookies and drinking milkshakes. Everything was back to normal, almost.
Your heart still beat for Eddie but you knew now that you couldn’t do anything to pursue it, knowing it would only confuse and hurt him more. So for now you would stay an arm's length away, letting him pull you in whatever direction he wanted, a smile plastered to your face the entire way.
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steleir · 17 days
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ஜ ˖ 𝓗𝓔𝓢 𝓣𝓔𝓝 𝓑𝓤𝓣 ࿐ multiple
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review. fem! reader, fluff, js relationship ship hcs w/ isagi, rin, kunigami.
a/n. guyssss iv beeen so busy and tired lately and i feel liek my writing is going to shit so this is just a smal thing to entertain yall.
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ஜ ˖ ITOSHI RIN
he's a ten but stinks at communication, which leads to fights, but he always ends up buying you flowers and candy as an apology because he does not know how to say "sorry."
he's a ten but generally does not see the importance of you having to meet his family, and vice versa.
he's a ten but always has to go over seas for his match but promises to take you with him the next time (you don't).
he's a ten, and you can always count on him for clothing advice because he might be emo and only wear black and white, but he knows what colours and types of clothes suit you. 
he's a ten but he has a one sided rivalry with his brother, and sometimes it gets in the way of your relationship.
hes a ten and when he finally gets comfortable with you, expect him to never stop yapping when you both are alone and cuddling. 
he's a ten but he usually never lets people touch his hair. his bangs always perfectly cover his eyes; his hair is fluffy and has just the right volume; but when it's you, he does not mind. 
he's a ten and always calls you "accidentally," but actually he really just wanted to hear your voice before he went to sleep or practice. 
he's a ten and always makes sure to get you the best seats in a stadium, and if he wins, he takes you both to get ice cream. you insist on paying since he's the one who won, and shockingly, he gives in, but when you reach to pay, your wallet isn't in your purse? "odd," he'd say as he proceeded to pull out his card.
ஜ ˖ ISAGI YOICHI
he's a ten and a cute pie, but the second he's on the field, he becomes a little, um...how do i say this..? TERRIFYING. 
he's a ten but he can be a little too clingy sometimes. 
he's a ten and he loves to spoil you with everything. like, why does he have all this money if not to spend it on you?
he's a ten and enjoys quality time and words of affirmation more than physical touch.
hes a ten but hes lwk a shortie (dwarf🤓). (hes 5'7💀) (im an inch taller)
hes a ten but he makes you watch kid shows with him. (its ok, you like watching them too.)
hes a ten but his fashion sense is astronomically bad. pls be this man's personal outfit choice, or else the outfit combos will get worse.
he's a ten but cannot cook to save his life; he will burn your kitchen down if he's making anything other than instant noodles. 
he's a ten but gets flustered and becomes a blushing mess at any sort of contact with you, and this continues on even after you start dating, like, bro chill.
ஜ ˖ KUNIGAMI RENSUKE
he's a ten and lets you sit on his back when he does push up. sometimes you worry that you're too heavy, but TRUST me. you are like a feather to him. 
he's a ten and gets lightheaded whenever you compliment the abs and biceps that he's worked really hard to get.
he's a ten but he gets really flustered if he catches you staring at him while he's working out, especially if you're staring at his thighs. 
he's a ten and despite how muscley he is he is so soft with you it's actually crazy.
hes a ten but after wild card, he changed, and it scared you, and you started to wonder what happened to him in there while watching blue lock tv, waiting for the day he comes back home. 
he's a ten but suddenly, after wild card he does not know how to express his love for you but your so patient with him, he realises that he has time to learn how to express his love again.
hes a ten and slowly he is turning back to his old self, only around you, however. 
hes a ten but he overworks himself too much, and you always keep worrying, wondering if this is how he'll continue to live forever. 
hes a ten but he simply is always tense until he feels your touch. he always needs to be touching you in some way to call himself down. 
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sideblogofhell · 8 months
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a dip in the lake
summary: the two of you take a jog to the lake. pairing: sam wilson x male reader word count: 1.1k warnings: 18+ warning, top!sam, lake s3x, outdoor s3x, unprotected s3x(dont do this obviously), public s3x a/n: part two of the event hope u liek it
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 It was a quiet afternoon in Louisiana. You were pouring cold water into a bottle, it was a really hot day. Sam Wilson was outside practicing with his shield, you could hear the vibranium disk bouncing off of his makeshift training area in your backyard. You went out with the cold bottle, dripping with condensation in your hand. 
He was drenched in sweat despite his sleeveless shirt and his shorts. The red and blue shield flying through the air like a flying blade. He catches it in one swift movement, spinning around to catch the momentum, his muscular arms flexing as he holds the shield. He notices you right away, sinking the shield into the soil.
“Hey, pretty,” he said, taking the bottle from you. Water drips from the corner of his mouth as he downs the liquid, his Adam's apple bobbing. 
“Hey, handsome,” you said, wiping his sweat with your sleeve. 
“Wanna walk?” he asked. “Just down to the lake.”
“Sure.”
“Race you there!” he said, tapping on your shoulder before he ran. You huddled after him, your speed would never match against his but you tried. 
You arrived at the foot of the lake, the blue waters shining like a sheet of mirror against the sun. You caught him by the lakeshore unfazed, you–catching your breath like your life depended on it. “Fuck, you know I’m not built for this,” you said, your words breaking under your breath. 
He laughs playfully, handing you the water bottle. You gulped all the contents of the bottle until your mouth ran dry, sweat drenching your back. You notice him take off his shirt, your eyes wandering to his buff body, sweat glistening all over the expanse of his chest and abs. 
“It is too hot,” you said, fanning yourself with the collar of your shirt. 
“I know. I’ll keep my distance,” he jokingly said. You gave him a side-eye before you saw him untie his shorts.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Let’s take a dip!” 
He pulls his shorts down to his ankles, his body bare naked for anyone to see. He dips his feet at the edge of the water just around his toes. “Sam, someone might see us!”
He scans his head around to check. “No one’s here, plus the water is cold,” he shakes his body around as if he’s freezing. You tried to look around and see as well and sure enough no one was around. You took the hem of your shirt and pulled it off your body, the heat of the sun stinging your skin. Once you were fully unclothed you joined him in the water.
 He was right. The water was cold, the heat leaving your body as you walked deeper and deeper. The water hugged your chest as you stood in front of Sam, his hands on your waist as you tiptoed on the lakebed to meet his gaze. 
You wrapped your arms around his neck as your toes felt the sand below. He took your face and placed gentle kisses on your cheeks and down to your lips. He inched close enough for your chests to touch. He sucks on your skin lightly, you feel a hardness hitting your skin. His hands fall on the curve of your back, kneading the mound. 
You make out for a few minutes, your lips swollen at this point. You two shared gazes half-lidded as he pulls on your thighs to wrap around him. The buoyancy aids in the action as you feel light around his body. Your erection pressed on his abdomen. 
He carries you out of the lake, laying you on the pool of clothes you left behind. You marveled at the gorgeous man on top of you. His large arms pinning your arms, your legs laying on his wide thighs. “Need this,” he said, teasing the hole. 
“Go for it, please.”
He spits on his hand and places two fingers in your hole. He stretched the muscle to prepare you, hitting your spot in the process. You shudder from the contact, your fingertips scratching his back. Your hands go to your cock, stroking it at the same pace as his fingers. Your moans overshadow the sounds of the birds in the trees. 
“Babe, put it in. It’s okay,” you groan. 
He spits another time on his hands to lube his cock, the tip pressing on the tight muscle. Your head falls back as his cock enters you, he presses kisses all over your clavicles to ease you up. His ass clenches as the base of his cock meets your ass, he’s fully inside. The fullness creates an immense feeling of euphoria all throughout your body, your eyes rolling back. 
He starts to thrust slowly, a slight sting hits your back. His finger’s start to dig into the soil, his groans fill your senses. You yelp out as he quickened his pace with the sound of slapping skin. He gestures for you to change positions, his back to the ground as you straddle his hips. You start to ride him at a steady pace, your hands on his pecs. 
His hips start to thrust at the same pace as yours, riding him with the breeze flowing through your hair. His wet skin glistens under the sunlight, his mouth agape has he lets out guttural moans. He strokes your cock in the process, precum leaking off the tip. 
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
In the moment your bodies were pure aroused energy, your bodies moving for the sole mission of pleasure. You grew drunk from the sensation, his large hands holding onto your thighs as his hips go in and out of your hole. “Yeah, ride it baby,” he moans.
“ –So big, fuck.”
Your legs start to weaken, his hips start to slow as he lets out long thrusts, his cock filling already. You start to ride him faster to quickly reach your highs. Your fingers dig into his chest as cum spurts out all over his chest. He whimpers from the sensitivity of his cock with your pace, emptying inside you. 
The two of you ride your highs before you collapse next to him on the ground. You stare at the blue sky as you catch your breath. “If this is your definition of a jog then maybe we should do it often,” you laughed.
He laughs, bending over to place a kiss on your temples. “Fuck yeah.”
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forestshadow-wolf · 3 months
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dancing and the dreaming by john Powell
That one scene from httyd 2 except it's soap ghost.
Ghost had never wanted to hurt dragons, he'd never thought they were hateful creatures. But then one of them broke into their house, and he feared tue worst for their daughter. But there was a moment, just one, and he realized it wasn't trying to hurt her.
Soap arrived still panicked and filled with adrenaline, he threw his axe at it without a second thought, moving more on instinct than intention. It wasn't his fault, and Ghost would never blame him.
But he knows Soap blames himself for the way the dragon truned tail and ran, but only after scooping Ghost up in its talons.
Surprisingly enough, the dragon didn't take him somewhere remote to eat him. No, it took him to some sort of... sanctuary, a place where the dragons lived. He wanted to go back, he wanted to make the dragon take him back. But then he thought that maybe not all dragons are liek this one, maybe she's safer with Soap on an island of vikings who are willing to do what needs to be done to protect without hesitation. So he stayed.
And years and years later. Nearly 2 decades, and he's saving a young lady from dragon hunters.
It's not until later, when he gets a closer look that he recognizes those heterochromatic blue and umber eyes, and the little beauty mark on the tip of her left ear that he can still remember kissing every night before bed, once upon a time ago.
And then he's gone off to find supper and when he comes back...
Soap. Standing there stock still, just staring at him. And he can't quite tell what it means, can't quite see what's behind the devastation in those eyes. It's been too long since he's seen Soap. Perhaps he'd know what was in those beautiful blue eyes if only he'd been there for all those years.
He looks good. Older, more grizzled, more tired. His beard's grown long, and braided. His hair, longer as well, but still the iconic short sides. And ghost thinks he falls in love all over again. But he left, he was taken and he chose to stay gone. And he's sure that soap must be furious with him. For leaving him alone with their daughter to take care of, and an entire village to run. For staying gone. And he says as much, shouts it.
And soap, ever the gentle soul, forgives him. Forgives him like he never blamed him, like he's never hated him. Like he loves him, like he still loves him.
He's still not sure what to think in the tense, too quiet atmosphere. It used to be so loud and lively, never a quiet moment. Not with soap around, at least. Except now it was.
He's getting water for the stew when he feels soap at his back. Humming a melody he'd long (not) forgotten. An olive branch. A peace offering.
I'll swim and sail on savage seas With ne'er a fear of drowning And gladly ride the waves of life If you will marry me No scorching sun nor freezing cold Will stop me on my journey, sorry If you will promise me your heart
He reaches for it, but he can't find his voice. He feels his gaze on him as it wavers, as soap looks at him for any sign of the past and gets nothing. Won't get anything with Ghost's back to him, he seems to realize it as his head fully sinks under the water.
And love...
And finally Ghost finds that handhold he was looking so desperately for. He throws out a life raft for him.
And love me for eternity My dearest one, my darling dear Your mighty words astound me But I've no need for mighty deeds When I feel your arms around me
And suddenly he's alive, and soap is letting out that beautiful laugh, that he's always loved.
But I would bring you rings of gold I'd even sing you poetry (oh, would you?) And I would keep you from all harm If you would stay beside me
And he can almost physically feel as something he didn't know was broken heals inside of him.
I have no use for rings of gold I care not for your poetry I only want your hand to hold
I only want you near me
And suddenly they're both laughing, and dancing. Just like old times, it's like he'd never left. Or maybe it is, but maybe it's okay, maybe it'll be okay.
To love and kiss to sweetly hold For the dancing and the dreaming Through all life's sorrows and delights I'll keep your laugh inside me I'll swim and sail a savage seas With ne'er a fear of drowning And gladly ride the waves so life And you will marry me
And all is right with the world. He has his husband and their daughter, and they have him. And they're happy and together and they have the most beautiful laughs that he never wants to not hear.
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funkyplantguy · 3 months
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IMPULSESV CURSE?!?!!??!
you know what im' gonig to shove you with stupid silyl stuff I RLEAALZIE GONIIG INSANE BITES!! no no no no cause liek LEITRALY impulsesv ALWAYS lost his last life BY THE WINNER OF EAWCH LIFESERISE NO CUASE LIETRLALY IMPULSESV WAS LIETLTALY KILELD BY BDUBS WHO ONLY KILLE DIMPULSE BECASE GRIAN TOLD BDUBS TO AND BIRBLED HIM WITH A CLOCK!!! IMPISESV WAS KILLED BY SCOTT IMPSLESV DIED WHEN BDUBDS WAS KILLED BY PWEARL IMPISELV WAS KILLLED BY MARYNT IMPUSEL WAS KILLED BY SCAR sighes... goes inesane.. brainrort... gonna call it the hummingbird hex not sorry tbh!! :3 (GRAAH i lvoe ur pstos of ma and stuff theres so silly!!!! just wanna share withi u cause u wanot oonoe oflfvo reprsa and I NEED TO SPREAD IT AROUND TUMBLR!!!! ://)
impulsesv, the man cursed to never get closer to the winner's chair than to die by their hand (this will live rent free in my head now, thank you)
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theemporium · 2 months
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those max gifs 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 streamer slut max verstappen my beloved
all i can think about now is werewolf lestappen and werewolf reader where max is streaming with two big fluffy wolves in his lap the stream before and that's why his camera wasn't on his face. Or liek charles is sitting with his snout resting on max's thigh and he has to nudge charles with his foot all liek Charlie you're on my pedals and the look max gets from him 😭😭😭 the way charles woudl be SO insufferable like the stream loves his wold and he knows it and he makes it his life's mission to bother max over it
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PLEASE😭listen, charles is just the biggest wee attention seeking menace ever and nothing will ever change that
and yeah, the relationship is hidden so the only real way for him to be around max when he’s streaming is when he’s in his wolf form. and for a while, he’s content on resting his head on his thigh or even curling up beside his chair
but charles is literally tinkerbell reincarnated!! the boy needs attention!! and he knows he’s pissing max off and he knows he’s being difficult and he knows max will huff about it to the reader later, but it’s also just so funny seeing max try to stay competitive when a massive wolf is on his lap looking far too pleased with himself
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moodboard: slack (homies smp s1)
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house-of-daena · 6 months
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chasing childe through liyue harbor, laughing, lighthearted as you try to tag him and he slips between crowds with practiced ease. cupping your hands 'round a geo crystalfly as it dissolves, conparing the core to the pearls of his teeth. he bites down on it playfully and then spits and splutters when his tongue meets the odd taste of it. slipping your fingers beneath his gloves, teasing at his palm, grinning at the little heart hidden in its design. you wrap your arms around his waist and he kicks playfully as you haul him up, pouting when you set him back down, already insisting that you pick him up again, comrade, surely you can do it? he smiles and the stars are in his eyes, and everything aches, but sweetly.
throwing your quill at zandik. he laughs at you, and you stand, and he stands too, using a book as a shield as you pounce with terrible intent— digging your fingers into his ticklish sides as he cackles. eating a piece of rukkhashava mushroom on a dare and frowning thoughtfully and zandik gets curious and tries it too and spits it out because it honestly doesn't taste very good but you'd felt the need for a touch of trickery. he hisses and cusses as rain starts to fall during an "expedition" (date where you walk outside the city) and you grab his hand and lead him beneath a large, leafy tree and give him a kiss and he flushes a lovely red as he glares at you. he stares at the medical gloves he dons as he dissects a man, trying to see how he ticks and why he stopped, contemplating their story. he thinks about you and huffs, because there had once been a great surgeon named halsted, and he was married to a nurse, and he loved her immeasurably, and there was once a man named zandik destined for great and terrible things, and maybe in another life he could marry you, for he loved you immeasurably. years and years and years and years and years later, there is a man known as il dottore, and he is married to you like he always planned to (old, old paperwork awaiting a signature that'd been intended to be given to you once he graduated rots until it disappears along with the boy he once was) and no matter all this knowledge it does not bring him a step closer to quantifying how he feels. he wakes to another day with you and considers that perhaps this isn't something that The Doctor will ever figure out
YOU KNOW when i think about childe, i always imagine those movie type relationships where they're both so silly and full of energy, n laughing... flash backs of them just on dates, walking through the shore and shit... is so so sweet and romantic and litearally you and childe!!!! its that childish teenage romance thats perpetually in the honeymoon stage of the relationship... it feels so elating to be with childe honestly, but its not perfect as all relationships are. and thats so fascinating about it, u love him so dearly that you embrace his FL form with no fear whatsoever. you cheer him on with his ambitions, and though you worry, because he will always worry you, you patch him up, cleaning his wounds and wiping off the blood that covered him head to toe.
you're there when the gnawing pain of the abyss eating his insides and carving his bones as he writes. he used to be alone whenever it happens, thought clinging to his mind like inky hands that stuck, screaming louder and louder- but now you're here, holding his hand through it, humming a tune, fingers gently scratching his scalp and wracking through his hair... liek gydsabijkndlsa. so sweet, like the cute couple you see holding hands and laughing as you pass them by the mall, but you'll never know the boy consumed by eternal void, who will eventually devour you too, but thats okay. thats your boy, n u trust him no matter what.
okay now you're coming in here with a suspicious amounts of dottore thoughts... including him with your usual childe brain rot... hmmm well... this one is so uckgdbsijakds UGH like. stop. dont' ever talk about him ever again bc my HEARTTT
i like to think, similar to you, the time you've spent together in the akademiya will be the highlight of his memories, no matter much time has passed. centuries upon centuries, yet he still remembers the way your face would brighten up whenever you spot him walking out of his classroom, dragging him to a cafeteria and chatting away, not a care in the world if he's listening or not. but he listens—of course he does.
words you say aren't always relevant to his research, or anything really, but he listens, and he doesn't know why. perhaps there's just this certain allure in your voice? general interest to gossip you share? or was it that the time you've spent together has made him so relaxed with you that it just feels wrong not to listen to a word you say when you listen to him ramble on and on about his research? he remembers everything so vividly as if it all happened yesterday.. he has forgotten most of his creations that has been long outdated hundreds of years and yet he remembers every single thing you've done inside your little apartment where you've spent laughing, fighting, crying, and experimenting together, whether it was you kiss him and holding him in your arms, whether it was you cursing him for being a bad lover, whether it was you crying your eyes out and saying that you've missed him n that you finally forgive his sorry ass (he was honestly the worst boyfriend, why did you even forgive him? why did he feel like it was the end of the world when you walked out of the door? why did he care so much? and why couldn't be a better lover to you when you've done everything and anything for him, he wanted nothing more to keep you as his, and keep him as yours for all eternity?).
the more things became different, the more it stayed the same. he likes to think he was much better than zandik. he was not the avoidant lover who was terrified and foreign to your affections, the walls the has built around his heart (that was stupidly humane with it comes to you). he makes sure you've never shed a tear any more because of him, and always, every day he spends you with. because you're by his side, nagging him about not sleeping enough, and now you're dragging him to your shared bed, just with a ring on your pinky finger. and his? he doesn't wear it on his hands. no, no, it was far too precious, it might break from all the concoctions he makes and machinery he builds. it hangs around his neck, safe and sound, hidden from all the danger, while you keep yours on your hand because as for as long he exists, he will make sure no harm will ever be upon you.
dottore was a man of science. he has created a god, machinery beyond comprehension, advancements, cure for what said to be uncurable diseases. he was a man of everything, really. powerful, handsome and unbelievably smart. but oh, love will forever be the only thing he will never be able to completely comprehend. love can be an enigma for as long as it can be, as long as you smile with him, love in your eyes, then he could care less.
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plus size reader & landoscar
they’ve face enough controversy in their relationship as it is but once they get past the fact that they are a throuple , now the media feels the need to wrap their head around the fact that the girl they are with isn’t a model or skinny , that she has curves and a tummy and big shoulders. landoscar getting super defensive and mean in an interview liek “sorry are you the one who she screams for and begs to fuck her? no? then i don’t see why it’s any of your business why we are with her or why we are attracted to her.” and oscar who is a little less confrontational than lando saying “has it ever crossed your mind that maybe we LIKE that she’s bigger? that it’s not a burden?”
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oscar is def less confrontational and nicer about it, at least less vulgar. i can imagine someone asking why they’re w her or something and oscar’s just like “cause i love her? shes beautiful and smart and funny and makes me a better person, i can’t imagine anyone better to spend my life with, other than lando too.” meanwhile lando is like “what do you mean why?” he’s so snappy and it makes them super anxious, they regret asking the question immediately even if they didn’t write it. he starts going off about how he’s sick of people trying to get a reaction out of them, out of their gf, and how shitty they all are that all they can focus on is the size of her waist. says it’s a fucking race weekend; they should be asking about the fucking car, not his relationship. oscar tries to reign him in and be like ok he gets it babe! no need to rip his throat out. but lando insists on getting an answer on why the question is on the list, demands to speak to their supervisor or whatever and oscar’s like, damn okay. i guess he/we have the power to make those demands ???
can def see lando threatening to leak a sex tape to prove how hot his girlfriend is. like theres a howard stern interview where john cena talks about having sex w a plus size woman and hes very respectfully answering stern’s absolutely disgusting questions like if he actually had sex with her and john is like “yeah i had sex w her and it was lovely 🤭she had a beautiful smile and we went home together!” and thats oscar. very polite, and would never say anything uncouth. but lando would be like, “yeah do u wanna see? i watch this one video before bed, every night.” and oscar’s snatching his phone away before he can open his photos app. would never actually leak anything but he would be so angry when ppl try and say she isn’t attractive or something, he’s like listen my dick has never been harder and i have PROOF!!!!
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