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rebelfell · 4 months

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When it storms like this all I can think about is driving somewhere with Eddie, like for a big group trip or something. Except you and he had to leave later than everyone else, so you’re stuck riding in his van and pissed ‘cos he’s so annoying and his music is so loud and he drives like a maniac.

And all the two of you do is bicker—over snacks, over music, over directions. You give him shit about the girls he “dates” and he gives you shit about the dudes who you can’t seem to get to stick around. You punch his arm so much it starts to bruise but he kinda doesn’t give a shit cos you’re actually kind of cute when you get mad…

And then when you’re like hours from home, but still a ways away from your destination, you drive into this bonkers rainstorm and it’s impossible to see and his windshield wipers are going at full speed, but not doing anything.

And as if that’s not bad enough, the van starts to make some horrible sound and Eddie has to pull over. And he tries to look under the hood, but it’s fucking dark as shit and you’re legit in the middle of a monsoon—wind whipping his hair in his face, rain soaking through every layer of clothing he’s got on. And you’re yelling at him out the window trying to figure out what’s going on, but neither of you can hear over the wind and the rain.

So you get out to try and help and that just sends him over the edge—What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Get back in there, it’s not safe! You could be hit by a truck or something!

And you just yell back that you haven’t seen another car on the road for hours because of course he wanted to leave as late as possible to avoid traffic and now you’re stranded on the side of the road at fucking midnight. And seriously?? He cannot believe you’re having this conversation now in the middle of the storm of the century.

So you climb back into the van, both soaked to the bone, both dripping with water, him spraying you with more when he ruffles his wet hair.

And like…luckily you have your bags that you packed for the trip and some extra blankets and pillows in case the ones at the cabin are shitty. So you kneel back to back in the rear and change into some dry sweats to sleep in, tugging them on over dampened skin. And you don’t look—not on purpose anyway. But yeah, you catch a glimpse of his bare back that tapers down to his narrow waist and his slutty, twisty hips that make you wonder if all those rumors you’ve heard about the freak are at all founded in reality.

And the storm just keeps going, the sound of it pounding on the roof of the van almost deafening.

And now it’s getting colder and you’re starting to shiver and the wind starts rocking the van and it’s not that you’re scared you just don’t like storms, okay? Is that so strange? And when a particularly loud boom of thunder rattles the van, it makes you jump and lands you in Eddie’s arms.

And Eddie finally breaks, coiling his arms around you tighter as you hunker down into the little nest of blankets you’ve made. Cos if given the choice between freezing his ass off and cuddling you…

It’s really not that difficult of a decision.

#it’s raining and I’m writing about it raining will wonders never cease #free write #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 1 year

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Warnings: allusions to abuse. Not against steve or Eddie but against both of their mothers. Other than that this is sweet i promise. Also just realized it's mothers day so... this is possibly awkward, possibly fitting. Take care my lovelies.

Steve had always loved the rain. Not storms, necessarily. But the rain. The pitter patter of drops on the roof. And the street. And the leaves in the trees. The surface of his pool on unnaturally warm spring day. The way the drops felt cold and tingly on warm skin. Steve loved it all.

Loved sitting with his feet in the pool, dangling over the edge, into the water, as he let the rain soak him through. Let his shirt stick to his skin as rain drops dripped from his hair into his eyes.

His mother had started his love for it. Always jumping in puddles with him on their way to the car in the grocery store parking lot. Both of them laughing as they held hands and ran and jumped, splashing their clothes and soaking their shoes and not caring at all for the mess they were making of themselves.

Steve missed those days. Missed his mother being happy. Her warm smile keeping the chill of the rain away. Steve supposed sitting in the rain, and watching it fall across the top of the water, was his way of bringing those feelings back.

But deep down. He'd always wished for someone to share this with. He'd tried with Nancy. And she was no priss, really she wasn't, obviously. But when he'd asked her to walk in the rain with him once, she'd given him this look. Like she'd thought he was crazy. Or ridiculous. Or just being weird, dumb, Steve.

He hadn't asked again.

But he'd wanted too. So many times. Of so many people. He was sure Robin would love it too. But he hadn't been brave enough to ask yet.

And then there was Eddie. They'd been dancing around something for what was probably close to a year now. There was an ache in Steve's chest everytime it rained. Longing to walk out into the rain, hold his hand out to Eddie, and ask him to take it.

But he was scared. And he was trying to come to terms with that fear. And that ache. When he heard the door open behind him. He heard a few stumbled footsteps and jingling chains, and hung his head a bit, smiling into his lap.

Eddie.

It was movie night. Steve had forgotten, lost in the rain.

He should get up. Go inside. Dry off so they can start whatever movie Eddie had brought to lecture him on tonight. Steve would roll his eyes, but he loved listening to Eddie talk about things he loved. Loved all the little details he added, fun facts he knew that Steve never would have found out on his own.

He plants his hands to stand just as Eddie plops himself down next to Steve. Shoes removed somewhere behind them, jeans folded up a bit around his shins. Eddie lowers his feet into the water easily, taking care, ridiculously, not to splash, and turns to look at Steve with that fucking smile.

"Great weather right?" He asks, genuine delight dripping from his lips, and shinning in his eyes. Steve feels like he's flying a bit to close to the sun, the way Eddie shines. He just nods, bites his lip and looks into his lap again. Eddie knocks his shoulder into Steve's.

"Why ya sittin in the rain Steve?" He asks, still sounding happy, no judgment, and to Steve's suprise, no worry.

"I just like the rain." He says, easy. No lies. Not with Eddie. He's been making an effort to only tell Eddie the truth... about most things. He feels more than sees Eddie nod beside him.

"Me too. Love it. Nothin quite like sittin in the rain." He says, easy. Bumps into Steve again, he's swaying a bit now, side to side. Gentle as you please. It's a thing he does. Steve finds it hypnotizing in the best way.

"Yeah." Steve says dumbly, internally kicks himself. Eddie huffs a laugh next him as their shoulders collide again.

"Ya know," he leans closer, stops his swaying for a moment. His eyes focused on Steve, bangs dripping water down his face. Steve blinks rapidly, trying to focus on what Eddie is about to say, and not on the jealousy he feels for the raindrops slowly moving over Eddie's skin.

"I used to climb onto the roof of the trailer when it rained. Just lay there. Eyes on the sky." He glanced up, squinting into the rain and then looking back to Steve with a small smile, his 'just for Steve' smile.

"Drove Wayne crazy. He worries." Eddie tilted his head, the 'Bless him.' heavily implied in his tone. Steve snorts.

"I wonder why." He says, voice dry. Eddie's eyes move his face quickly, before he laughs and sways away again.

"That's fair. I did almost get struck by lightning once." Eddie muses, then rounds on Steve suddenly, eyes wide, finger pointing accusingly.

"Don't, tell him that." He's using his serious face, it makes Steve smile.

"I wouldn't dare." He holds his hand over his heart.

"Scouts honor." He says, holding his other hand up. Eddie leans back a bit, looks Steve up and down, wipes water out of his eyes before looking away again.

"You would have been a scout." Eddie shakes his head, rolls his eyes, but he smiling that smile again.

"Four years. Yeah. It wasn't horrible." Steve concedes, shrugging, and he sighs softly at the feeling of his wet shirt tugging on his shoulders.

They're silent for a long moment. Both of them just sitting, watching the rain. Eddie rocking back and forth absent-mindedly next to him now, his feet gently kicking back and forth in the water.

"My mom used to jump in puddles with me. In the store parking lot. And once out there," Steve points out over the pool, into the back yard, Eddie leans closer, his eyes following where Steve's pointing.

"We ended up covered in mud. Both of us laughing so hard we could barely breathe. Dad wasn't home so the mess didn't matter. We were just having fun. I miss her being fun." Steve hadn't meant to say that part, not really. But it had slipped, his cheeks heating a bit. But Eddie didn't even stumble over the confession.

"Why isn't she fun anymore? Cuz'a him?" Eddie asks, like it's easy, this thing Steve hates to talk about, and think about. He swallows, hard, and nods. Sees Eddie nod back, a sad smile on his lips now, until they quirk to the side, his scarred cheek pulling up a bit as he makes his thinking face.

"She could leave him? Take you too." Eddie says, and it's a question. He's prodding, a bit, always curious. Steve takes a deep breathe, straightening his back as he breathes deep.

"Sorry. None of my business." Eddie shakes his head once, his hair so thoroughly soaked now that it barely moves on his shoulders.

"No it's okay. I just," he pauses, takes another deep breath, thinking.

"I think she's stuck. Like... she can't leave." Steve shakes his head too, wipes at his face, moving the water out of his eyes, off his nose where it's tickling.

"Catholic?" Eddie asks, easy. And Steve stares at him.

No one had asked that before. Or mentioned it. People always being nosy and presumptuous, saying if she really cared about herself, or for Steve, that she would just go. But it wasn't that simple. And Steve had never been able to explain it very well.

But Eddie had explained it fine. With one word. A knowing look in his eyes. Steve suddenly remembers all the things he's heard about Eddie's dad, how he's never heard much about his mom, and his stomach sinks, his throat catching on the fire gathering there.

Steve nods. Eddie nods back. Smiles that small smile into his lap again.

"People don't understand some things. Ya know?" Eddie asks, bumping into Steve again. He sways away once more and Steve follows, presses his shoulder to Eddie's firmly. Eddie stills, let's him lean there.

"And ya know what?" He looks at Steve, eyes peeking out under his dripping bangs.

"What?" Steve asks, his palms and fingers itching, wanting to reach out and touch Eddie. To wipe the water from his eyes. To tuck his hair behind his ear. To hold his hand. Maybe kiss him a little.

"It's none of their fucking business. You know your mom. You know what she was like. How she cared for you. You'll always have those memories. Ya know? I mean, if you don't have anything else." He shrugs, leans his weight into Steve's shoulder, comforting. Steve closes his eyes, tries to think of something to say to the gift Eddie's just given him.

Because he's right. She's Steve's mother. She loved him. Always. And whatever else she was, or how she acted, was none of anyone's business. Steve had his mother. His memories of her. Her warm smile, and bubbly laugh. She was his. No matter how his father changed her, or kept her away. She was Steve's. Always Steve's. Maybe only ever his. God knows she wasn't his father's, probably never had been.

He realizes he's been sitting, not saying anything, Eddie still firmly pressed against him. Silent. Letting Steve process, or grieve, or whatever he assumed Steve might doing. He was just letting him do it, and supporting him, in more ways than one.

"Did your mom like the rain?" He asks, finally breaking the silence. And it's the right question. Because it makes Eddie laugh. A good. Genuine. Proper laugh. His head tilted back, face to the sky, basking in the rain falling on them. He sighs, looks back to Steve.

"She fuckin loved the rain. I guess that's were I got it. Wayne use to mutter 'just like your mother' everytime he had to dry me off when I was little and out puddle hopping like a violent frog." He makes a little sound in his throat, sounds exactly like the bullfrogs Steve used to hear at the lake and a laugh bursts out of him. Eddie's answering, crooked smile, is dazzling. Steve longs to reach out and touch those dimples.

"Wanna see what she used to do to me?" Eddie asks, his voice quiet now, he sounds a bit shy, so Steve leans closer, nods, his eyes glued to Eddie's face.

He doesn't have time to wonder if the shyness was real, or a ruse to get him close, but it didn't matter. Because once he was close, a mischievous glint tinted Eddie's eyes and Steve knew he'd made a mistake.

"She did this." He said around a smirk and shook his head violently side to side. His hair throwing water like a shaking dog. A few wet strands smack Steve in the face and he startles back, or tries too. But he forgets they're on the edge of the pool and his hand misses the ledge as he sways back and then promptly falls into the water.

When he surfaces again Eddie is cackling, holding his hands over his stomach as he looks at Steve. His eyes bright. The water is warm, the rain cold on Steve's shoulders as he stands, forces himself to glare at Eddie, even as a smile tugs at his lip. He stalks toward Eddie, slowed by the drag of the water. Eddie smile drops.

"No no no no no! Steven don't you dare!" He shrieks, but Steve notes, he makes no effort to get away, aside from leaning back a little. Steve grabs Eddie's waist swiftly and tosses him into the water.

He comes up sputtering. Hair flat around his head. He looks like a drowned rat. Or one of the fluffy cats that gets wet and looks miseral and skinny and grumpy. Eddie lifts his hands and then drops them again.

"I said no. I did say no, yeah?" He says, then asks, squinting at Steve through the water from the pool and the water from the rain.

"No yeah, you did. I just didn't listen." Steve shrugs, laughs, falls back into the water and then goes under, opens his eyes and looks at Eddie standing there. He watches him wiggle his toes against the bottom of the pool, it makes him look nervous. So Steve swims forward, gets as close as he can to Eddie, until Eddie backs away a bit, and then he resurfaces. Eddie's hands are held up in front of him.

"Don't splash me." He warns, hands lowering into the water.

"I splash back. That's the only warning you get!" He warns, hands flicking water at Steve, who just smiles.

"We're already wet Eds." He rolls his eyes, snorts when Eddie lowers his hands.

"Oh. Right. Duh." Eddie scoffs, mostly at himself. Steve stands, shakes his head the way Eddie had, throwing water into the boys face. When he opens his eyes and Eddie is flinching, sputtering out water dramatically, dragging a hand down his face.

"Very funny. You're a natural." Eddie says, voice dry. He's got that cute grumpy cat look going again and Steve can't help it. Can't stop himself.

He steps forward. Into Eddie's space. And presses his lips gently against Eddie's. He doesn't kiss back. Just makes a small startled noise in his throat. But he doesn't pull away. Steve does. Thinks maybe he read this all wrong. He opens his eyes and sees how red Eddie is, and knows he didn't misread anything.

"You okay?" He breathes.

"Mhm. What-" Eddie's voice breaks, he clears his throat, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

"W-what was that for?" He asks, his eyes locked on the water between them. Steve shrugs.

"Because I wanted to. That alright?" Steve asks, ducking his head to try and get Eddie to look at him. Eddie blinks, hard, and brings his eyes up, meeting Steve's. He nods. Doesn't say anything.

Steve moves, wraps his arm around Eddie's waist and pulls him close. Eddie makes a little high pitched noise in his throat when their chests meet and it drives Steve a little wild. But it also makes him realize what's happening. With Eddie. He's never done this.

"I can show you how. We can go slow." Steve breathes between them, his free hand lifting, dragging his fingertips over Eddie's cheek, touching the scar there gently, trying to convey everything he's been feeling for months into the touch.

Eddie whines, leans into the touch, pressing his cheek into Steve's palm. Snuggling closer like the cat he is. Steve smiles, cradles Eddie's face with his hands. Eddie's hands move to his hips, Steve can feel him trembling.

"I've got you." Steve breathes. Eddie nods, his mouth falling open just so before he surges forward and kisses Steve again. Their second kiss. Eddie's second kiss ever. Steve is so sure.

It starts frantic, Eddie's lips crashing against his. But he immediately loses his confidence and just, stands there, lips pressed to Steve's. Steve almost laughs into, but catches himself, doesn't wanna scare Eddie or hurt him, not now that he's just got him.

So Steve breathes through his nose and moves. Moves his hands to Eddie's hips and holds him steady. Moves his lips gently against Eddie's, slowly, until Eddie gets the memo and follows his lead.

It's clumsy, and awkward, and Eddie's palms are hot on Steve's shoulders where he's holding on for dear life. And it's completely and utterly intoxicating. Steve pulls back first, just a bit, to breathe. Eddie sways, his lips chasing Steve's. Steve catches him around the waist, keeps him still. Smiles at him when he blinks heavily, his eyes opening slowly, to look at Steve.

"Did-" he stops, his cheeks going an impossibly deeper shade of red, nearly matching the scar on his cheek. Steve soothes his thumb over said scar. Widens his eyes, letting Eddie know he's listening.

"Did I do that okay?" He asks, his face scrunching up. Steve nods, pulls Eddie's head down a bit, presses a kiss to his forhead.

"You did it perfect." Steve says, nods. Kisses him again. Soft and sweet.

"Movie?" Steve asks, head resting against Eddie's. Eddie nods, his breathing slowing a bit as Steve holds him, his thumb rubbing small circles into Eddie's hip.

"Yes. Yeah. Movie sounds great." Eddie agrees, nodding. Steve smiles, takes Eddie's hand and leads him up the steps out of the pool, their fingers tangled together as the rain poured around them.

Steve gets them dry clothes, and a pile of blankets. And later, when they're tangled together underneath them, legs and hands entwined, Steve's hand in Eddie's still damp hair.

He glances away from the movie, and out the window, smiling as he watches the rain fall, his chest warm with the feeling of finally having someone to love the rain with. He drifts off, the sound of Eddie's deep, sleeping breaths against his chest, lulling him into a peaceful sleep. And he dreams, of raindrops catching in Eddie's lashes as they dance in the rain, spinning through puddles with mud on their feet and warmth in their hearts.

#also hi the catholic things comes directly from a similar situation one of my moms friends was in so like.. not trying to religion bash or #anything. i just know Catholics dont really support divorce and such. so yeah. thats all it is my dudes #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #steve x eddie #fates endless inkwell #fei #steddie blurb #also side note. this happened cuz i got cuaght in the rain yesterday and was feeling absolutely romantic about it #my writing #mine #my fic

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noacfapologyst · 23 days

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rainy coffee — matty healy

hi, i'm trying a different speech to write. i hope you like it and that and it actually works. i apologize for the misspelled things, english is not my first language.

additionally, this is dedicated to my beautiful friend @ughgoaway because i know she hasn't been having the best days here and this is to remind her how loved she is here <3 ily ace

worcounter: 1,6k of emotional fluff and some suggestive mention.

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Matty is waiting for her sitting on the wooden bench in the square, just like always.

The sky threatens to unleash a great storm as it is clad in large black and greyish clouds, but at the moment it does not seem to be a worrying factor.

The minutes go by and Matty starts eating the cuticles off his fingernails, nervous. He doesn't know if he's doing the right thing or if he's tempting fate too much like a line of fire.

He keeps thinking about whether he's in the right place at the right time. In his thoughts there appears a place you go when you need to calm down, and when him is simply convinced that it is right or wrong, he will have tried and that is what it is worth, he settle better in the bank.

There is a book in his bag, something that may have been marked by her in his life. The black leather shoes begin to feel tight on his feets, watch the black clock on his wrist nonstop. It's past five, she should be next to him. Something's wrong.

As he searches for some distraction on his phone, he hears the running of too many footsteps in the distance, at the exit of the institution a few meters from him. For him there is nothing more poetic about her life than to know that the very school where he has met her in many aspects of his life is next to the auditorium where she should be. He would like to be was a kid and sneak out and look for her.

But he doesn't need it, because he sees her coming out after a few more minutes. His clock is 5:15 p.m. and that's the exact moment when the first drops are released and he finds them sticking to the body of his jacket. She is not aware of his presence for long, until she discovers certain curls fused in a body wearing a white silk shirt, and she knows hopelessly that there is only one person who would appear like this at this hour.

"Matty!" She screams a little far away. Some people look up and then ignore it. A complacent smile is painted on her face when she see him, it's a smile of strangeness even though it wouldn't prove it like that. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi." He lowers his head a little more shy, he doesn't even know exactly what he's waiting for here. "Well, gossip spreads. Carly heard that there was a call in the auditorium when she came to ask about the kinder garden, and then we all knew that you would just be here." He's talking too much, he have to stop or he'll think he'll scare her into a completely straightforward way and throw the conversation overboard. "I'm making this about me, I'm sorry." A small smile emerges from his lips, ashamed.

"No, it's fine." She reassures him with a wave of hands and tightens the straps of her purse. "It was a surprise, but it's nice."

Those are the only words Matty needs to know that he's right and that he's not wrong to come. Then he realizes her look, there doesn't seem to be any happiness in her. "How It was?"

"Look at the weather. Maybe I'll answer it for you." She uses a muted, distant tone of voice that Matty doesn't like very much, but when he looks up at the sky and sees the lightnings exploding against each other, he understands and nods sadly. "Journalism is not my thing. I'll go back to selling coffee and I'll be fine." She speaks with determination. Matty's in denial with his head. "If the rain doesn't make me sick, obviously."

"Yes, we should go under roof." Debate a little in his mind, but being here him have nothing to lose. "Come on, at least you will eat something you like to satisfy your sorrow. I invite."

She rolls her head, trying to hide her smile but Matty notes it. "No need, Matty."

"You give it back to me another day, darling." The rain falls harder, which causes them to speed up the pace without being able to continue arguing. He brings his hand to her low waist, supporting her from behind to prevent her from falling. She doesn't stop him.

They reach the nearest café and when they enter that characteristic smell of coffee shops invades them. It's pretty hot, but they sit near the windows and the temperature gets warmer.

Matty no se molesta en pedir nada más que un café cortado. A él le interesa más que ella no se enfade porque no pasó la llamada del periódico local. Ella tiene talento, él lo sabe y nunca podría cuestionarlo. Tiene facilidad para hacer magia con sus pensamientos desde que levanta el bolígrafo.

"Hey, give yourself another try. Don't left the journalism." He breaks the silence and she turns from her previous position: watching the drops break into the glass. "Maybe the problem is that it's local. They don't know how to see it because they want the classic."

"What do you mean?" She stirs her coffee, not taking her eyes off his now. Their interest becomes something hard to take off.

"Listen. You are talented, I don't want you to ever doubt that. Just because some bitter old men tell you otherwise, they're not right." He doesn't lock any of his words into his tongue, he lets them escape, because his admiration for her is real, he's not falsifying her or making her believe a lie. "But, the city was always very little adaptable to changes. That's when you corrupt it, because you are more modern and fresher. It's not the profile they're looking for, true, but it doesn't mean you should stop trying."

Her eyes light up. In contrast, Matty is the person she most admires and respects in the world for all the years have given him. She doesn't think anyone else could have that ability to write that he has, to make everything seem so cruelly real. Then her skin turns red under his flattery, she really appreciates them and feels speechless about them.

"Oh, Matty. Thank you so much." She bites the inside of her cheek before continuing. "Maybe you're right."

After this, neither of them is able to look at the clock when they become engrossed in a varied conversation. It's nothing really serious, but it's friendly, they go through endless themes, from the color of the year to the musical novelties of the last month. The melomaniacal sense of both comes to light when they approach influences from bands of the 80s. Throughout this stretch, the rain stops, but about fifteen to twenty minutes later drops fall again, just as they decide to leave.

"I'll walk you home, sweetie." Matty hums when they come out to see the rain. "I would love to have the car here."

"Just drizzle, it's not that bad" She trivializes him because she'll never lost seconds away from him. "Thank you for this afternoon, I feel better."

"It was nothing, darling." The nickname makes her goosebumps. He's been so good to her all these hours. "I also had an amazing time today."

His hair is ruined by moisture and droplets, but it still looks so good. The fact that he has been so tender and understanding to her makes him look completely beautiful in any direction. He's always been cute, but the more she dug into their interests and discovered they were too similar, she might consider fantasizing about him. With his touch and his figure, but that broke a bit the moment of intoxicating warmth.

They walk a little more, speeding up the pace and resting between the streets when it felt too strong to continue, but they couldn't stop talking to each other, as if they were two teenagers.

"New York, why?" He asks without ceasing to feel an interest that eats away his ideas. She slows down when they're two blocks from her house.

"It is the most cliche place to feel in a movie." She shrubs her shoulders as if her answer were something logical. He analyzes it a bit and ends up saying she's right.

"Might. But, do you know what feels like being in a movie more than New York?" She plays with the key between her fingers, the key ring of a black rose does not stop swaying between her skin. They arrive at the door of her house, but neither of them wants to say goodbye and she wants to know the answer.

"Tell me."

"Kissing in the rain, dear." She is not fit to utter a word even if her plan is to nod, because all she can feel are the lips of the black hair on top of hers. And then his hands down her back to hold her as she arches through the motion.

It's chaste, it's short, but it's peaceful. It doesn't have any lust or ulterior motives. It's smooth, controlled and it's something you both enjoy having, the taste of each other.

"See you soon." When they part after several minutes of simply looking at each other and leaning both noses against each other, he plants a quick kiss again on her lips giving her a final smile and disappears just as the rain begins to clear.

She goes crazy with the metaphor that Matty could control the weather at his own mercer. She goes crazy about Matty, more than she ever was, and just repeats the moment in her head as many times as she can before she goes to sleep.

this is quite silly and i suppose quite cliche but a few days ago it was raining and i remembered how nice i find kisses on the rain.

anyway, let me know what you think <333

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booksandpaperss · 1 year

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And there they were, clinging desperately to each other among the ruins of Will’s childhood. Of their childhood, so violently ripped away. Crying, choking, drowning as the rain stripped them raw. Will held Mike as tears and rain water mixed, because if he didn’t have Mike then what was left of him? Of who he used to be? Will could hardly remember it himself, he didn’t think Mike could remember either.

Not after what he’d said. What he’d done. What they’d both done, in the Before, even if Mike had forgotten.

But Mike was here, here and holding him. Like he was truly just as desperate, just as scared to lose what they were as Will was.

Though Will thinks the pouring rain may have washed that away already. It was certainly trying to, pelting them both and soaking Will to the bone with every pained breath he took. Like simply being here was a crime. It probably was.

Will gripped Mike tighter, and Mike choked out another sob in response. Another muddled apology, too distorted by the overwhelming crash of water against the ground. Against their skin.

Will felt like the rain might wash Mike away too. Take away the very last piece of whatever was left from Before. Maybe it already had. Maybe that’s what that fight, what those awful words, had been for. To rip away the last piece of Will’s heart.

Maybe Will was clinging to a ghost.

Maybe Mike was too.

Maybe it was only a matter of time before they were no longer solid enough in form to hold. Before they slipped through each other.

Before they faded.

Before.

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Clinging to Before, a poem of sorts, loosely inspired by @bookinit02 ‘s latest chapter of “slaughterhouse (an outlet mall)”

#that chapter got my thinking rain fight thoughts #i don’t do a lot of mini writing blurbs but I like how this came out #or maybe I’m just in my feels lol #anyways if u like this plz reblog it would mean a lot <3 #byler #mike and will #byler ficlet #will byers #will byers loves mike wheeler #mike wheeler loves will byers #will byers analysis #byler angst #byler rain fight #byler is requited #byler endgame #writing blurb #internalized homophobia #elli’s writing

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miasmaghoul · 1 year

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Hindsight

A fluffy ficlet inspired by @pyrefection, who wanted an "Oh. Oh." moment between Swiss and Rain and caught me in a mushy mood. Enjoy!

In hindsight, it should've been obvious.

With the way Swiss would have a cup of honeyed tea brewed and waiting for him each morning, always at the perfect drinking temperature.

With the way Swiss made a point of sitting or standing a little too close to him in the common room and at the dining table.

With the way Swiss would rest a hand at the back of his neck and rub his thumb in little circles when Rain started picking at his nails.

All such small gestures. Ones Rain had noticed, but never thought twice about. Why would he? Swiss was his friend, his companion, all of the ghouls were. Why should he think it was anything more than simple kindness?

Why should he think about the way Swiss teases and prods at everyone but him?

Why should he think about the way Swiss would stare at him with little crinkles at the corners of his eyes, and never without a smile?

Why should he think about the way that Swiss is so gentle with him when they fall into bed? About the way he insists on kissing Rain breathless when they come together, every time?

Why should he think about the flash of sadness in Swiss's eyes when Rain spends a night with Aether or Mountain instead of him every once in a while?

Why should he think about the way all of this makes his chest feel tight?

"Because you're in love with him, dipshit." Dewdrop is as blunt as ever.

Rain blinks down at the fire ghoul, positioned between his knees while Rain braids his hair. A soothing activity for the both of them.

"What?"

"And he's in love with you," Dew says, matter-of-fact. Rain swallows.

"How do you-"

"I went through this same shit with Aether," he mutters, tilting his head while Rain gathers a few lost strands of hair. "Trust me, you're in love and so is he."

"I don't-"

"I promise you I'm right, Rain," Dew says, "trust me." It's uncharacteristically soft, and Rain feels his head start to spin.

"I, uh- I need to-"

"Go, go," Dew waves a hand, scooting out from between Rain's legs. "But you'd better come back, don't leave a guy half-braided."

Rain nods, but he's already halfway across the room. His mind is racing, his palms are sweating, and all of a sudden he's knocking hard on Swiss's door.

Swiss opens it, and his face lights up like the sun.

"Hey Rainbow," he says with a blinding smile, and Rain's knees feel shaky.

Oh.

"You love me." The words are out before Rain can stop himself, but Swiss doesn't even blink.

"You just figuring that out?" That's the closest to teasing Rain has gotten in weeks, and it makes his stomach flutter.

"I'm bad at hints," he mutters. It's true, he's never been good with anything that isn't direct. Rain starts picking at his nails, and Swiss rests one large hand over both of his.

"Then let me make it clear for you," he says, warm and low. He catches Rain in a gentle, chaste kiss, and Rain feels that flutter in his stomach travel to his chest. He smiles when they part, and Swiss's returning grin makes his heart sing.

"I think I love you too," Rain admits, face hot, and Swiss chuckles.

"Of course you do, I'm irresistible," Swiss says with a wink, and Rain can't help but laugh. Swiss tugs his hands, pulling Rain into his room, and the water ghoul lets himself be led.

In hindsight, it should've been obvious.

But better late than never.

#miasma's work #ghost blurbs #the band ghost fic #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss/rain #swiss x rain

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weemopuu · 9 months

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I finished raincode a few weeks ago, but i played the new dlc and went back to collect all the gabs (also watched all the gabs)

and I AM GOING

CRAZY

I can DEFINITELY SEE DESUHIKO TRYNA GET AT YUMA MORE THAN AAAAAANYONE ELSE

spoilers under ReadMore!

the entire series hiko is just looking after his bro! his dude! tryna be a good peer and mentor and guide him (kinda) and helping him out when he can!

but when you jump in front of a gun??? when you bail him out of being held captive

and jump infront of aNOTHER GUN???

ITS MAKING ME THINK THERES MORE TO IT THAN THAT

ESPECIALLY DURING HIS GABS - HE DEDICATES A SONG TO YUMA "THE SONG FOR MY MAN" ASKS HIM TO JOIN HIS BAND

BECAUSE HE;S THE ONLY ONE HE'D LIKE TO SHARE THE SPOTLIGHT WITH???????

HIKOOOOOOOOOOO UR SO SWEET IT HURTSSSSSSS

#weemo blurbs #mda:rc #kokobolt #master detective archives: rain code spoilers #IM SCREAMING INTO A HOLE #SORRY ILL DRAW SOMETHIGN LATER

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bigcats-birds-and-books · 11 months

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Books of 2023. THE TEN THOUSAND DOORS OF JANUARY by Alix E. Harrow. Up next! Back on my Driscoll-adjacent reading vibes, to fuel the Driscoll-centric revising vibes (pictured in the background).

#books of 2023 #books #book photography #the ten thousand doors of january #alix e. harrow #writing #in btw #driscoll #this was allegedly up next after un lun dun but i'm glad i took a mini break for nothing but the rain!!#un lun dun took me uh. 21 days to read lmao #it was. Not It™.#it did give me the line 'i may be an idiot and very tired BUT' though #so that's a win #and curdle i do love curdle #also RAIN counts as an acceptable detour because harrow blurbs it on the cover lmao #and i did waffle between this one next OR spindle splintered BUT!:#i have it on good authority that this is the order i should do them in lol #i was afraid january was as long as witches but it's not by a long shot so i'm probably okay #i did really love witches so i have high hopes for this one #don't mind me trying to knock my TBR down to where it fits on my lamp shelf again

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saltysideblog · 5 months

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Flex Appeal

Donny Donowitz x OC Blurb

Inglourious Basterds (2009)

Summary: Subtle is not a word one would use to describe Sergeant Donny Donowitz.

Warnings: Nope!

Words: 510

It was a cold November morning when Evelyne Grenier first stepped off the truck with Aldo and met Sergeant Donny Donowitz.

According to him, however, the first time they met was a muggy July evening, at an Allied camp.

"You know... the medical tent in Villebout? You patched me up?"

She was busy unpacking her supplies, setting up shop in the adandoned mill they had claimed for the time being. He was being insistent. She paused, carefully rolling up some gauze that had come undone,

"There were lots of soldiers in Villebout, Americans, Canadians, British..."

He leaned in and whispered,

"Yeah but you and I, we... you know... behind the tents?"

Ever the gentleman, Donny didn't say it out loud, opting instead to make his index fingers kiss. Evie looked amused at first at his childish display, when realization struck her,

"OH!"

Her outburst drew the stares of Wicki and Utivich, who had been quietly playing chess in the corner, as well as Aldo, startling in the chair he fell asleep in. She smiled sheepishly,

"I thought I lost this!", she waved a small bottle of pills, "But I found it..."

She cleared her throat and Donowitz looked smug,

"Now you remember."

She lowered her voice to match his tone, "I didn't recognize you without the bandages."

"M'all better now and handsome as ever."

She chuckled, "Yeah, hold on, lemme have a look at you."

She carefully grabbed his chin with her thumb and index finger and he obediently tilted his head from side to side as she examined him.

It was only then that Donny noticed how far across the table he was, how close her face was to his... when she released him, he stumbled forwards, bracing himself with his hands.

"Man, I'm good. Not a scratch.", she smiled proudly. Her attention returned to counting inventory.

He stood straighter, shrugging off his jacket, "You stitched up my arm too, see here?"

He flexed and she squinted.

"I don't see it."

He rounded the table, still flexing, pointing at a spot on his bicep,

"You sure? Here, feel."

Her fingers ran over his skin and she shook her head, "No..."

He quickly raised his other arm, "Maybe it was this one."

Evie crossed her arms, "You'll strain something flexing so hard."

He blushed, "Oh, I wasn't- I mean, it’s just, look..."

She laughed and pushed past him to gather up his jacket, "It's cold out, sarge."

"Wait, look at both and compare, it's there I swear..."

From his spot in the rickety chair, hat over his eyes, Aldo spoke up,

"Fer the love ah God, Donowitz, wouldya give it a rest an' cover up? S'freezing."

Wicki and Utivich quickly stifled their laughs when the Sergeant glared in their direction.

She threw his jacket over his shoulders, fixing his collar and patting his cheek with a mischievous smile.

It was a muggy July evening when Sergeant Donny Donowitz first met Evelyne Grenier.

According to him, however, it was a cold November morning when he first fell in love with her.

#donny donowitz x oc #inglourious basterds #inglourious basterds x oc #evelyne grenier #self insert #nurse oc #blurb #fanfic #donny donowitz #the bear jew #aldo raine

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can you write an eddie x cheerleader!reader blurb based off of fearless by taylor swift please?

You sat there, silent, watching as Eddie tugged and tossed the steering wheel under his hands. You yawned, and he scratched at your hair idly, shooting you a fond smile. "Tired, princess?" he asked, and you nodded, using your jacket as a pillow against the rain-streaked window. "We'll get you home soon, okay?" You nodded again at your best friend, and let your eyes drift shut.

"Hey," he said, shaking your shoulders. He was standing outside the van, reaching for you. "Wakey wakey."

You grinned, and hopped from the cab, shaking your hair out and swearing as the rain started to pummel you. "Oh fuck," you gasped, tilting your head up. Eddie was already trying to catch raindrops on his tongue. "We definitely should've stayed at that party," you murmured, shaking the hair from your eyes. "Nice and dry."

Eddie snorted. "You were falling asleep, precious," he said, raising his eyebrows. "Steve Harrington had to help me carry you out the door." You flushed, and made a mental note to thank Steve in the morning. "Probably all tuckered out from the dancing."

Your still-tipsy mind rewound. "What dancing?" you asked, and Eddie gasped. "No, no, I don't dance, Munson. What happened?"

He grinned. "You were all," he flipped his hair over his shoulder and sent his voice into a falsetto, "ohmigosh. Are they playing Head Over Heels? That's my song! My song!" He started to boogie to the song, singing it under his breath, and you stared at him in horror.

"Quit it," you begged, but Eddie just continued, shaking two mimed maracas in the air. "Eddie, come on, you ass," you said, watching as your best friend ignored you in order to shimmy his shoulders. That was it. You lunged for him, tackling him ineffectively, and he just wound an arm about your waist, gripping your wrist in the other, and led you in a dance.

"Somethin's happened now I'm head over heels," he howled, and you sighed, letting him lead you in the dance, the rain pelting your faces. "I never find out unless I'm head over heels!"

You grinned up at him, splashing the puddles with your soaked shoes and flicking rain into each other's eyes. He grabbed you and started to dip you, your hair threateningly close to a puddle. "Eddie!" you shrieked, grabbing at his collar. "Eddie, you bastard!"

He grinned and slumped down, catching you in his lap and sending a puddle of water shooting around you. "God," he said after a long moment. "That was stupid."

You slapped his chest. "Dick."

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #uh i got distracted i know you said blurb but the dancing in the rain bit stuck with me lol

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genesiswrld · 3 months

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NSFW Blurb16: Dry Humping with Kung Lao

It is quiet and serene as you and Kung Lao rest against one another on the sofa in your shared living room. You’re lying on top of him while you both watch a movie, frankly, one you don’t care too much for. You find the whole thing cheesy and boring and you’d rather watch your handsome boyfriend do absolutely the bare minimum (nothing) as he lies beneath you. His hair is free of its ponytail and it fans out underneath his head in a wonderful dark spill. Your left hand trails into his soft tresses and your nails gently run across his scalp. Lao’s eyes flutter closed and his head turns In your direction, a tranquil smile on his lips.

He just looks so good below you that you can’t help but touch and fawn over him, the thin tank top he’s wearing not doing anything to hide his mouthwatering physique. He turns back to the movie to resume watching it and your hand in his hair drifts down to his side as you sit up in his lap, hand slipping beneath his top to brush over his hot skin, gliding further up to his ribs where you can feel the shift in the muscle with his movements. “What are you doing, hm?” His voice is low and teasing as his head turns back to you, all interest in the movie gone as his strong hands grip your hips.

“I’m bored”. You simply state, both hands now wandering further beneath his shirt, one teasingly trailing over his stomach. His eyes darken as he realizes your intentions, a smirk appearing on his lips, dimples becoming more pronounced and his legs folding at the knees so that he has you trapped in his lap. “You’re bored? But we were watching a movie”. His voice is husky and his hands move your hips so that you’re grinding down against his hardening cock, a choked gasp passing your lips at the feel of how hard he is already. It seems like he wanted this exact thing to happen too.

You can feel the shape and outline of his cock through the flimsy shorts and panties you wear and it drives you up the wall, your mouth hanging open at the insistent press of his cockhead against your hole. His grip tightens on your hips before slipping beneath your panties to cup your ass to grind you roughly on his clothed length. You whine his name, your own hands going limp against his torso from how his thickness splits your cunt apart through your clothes. Your panties are soaked at this point and you want nothing more than for him to fuck you. “Lao -Hahh- please~!?” You pant, pleading for him to have mercy on you.

He just smirks again, smug as his own hips grind into your cunt from below, trying to increase the tempo and get more friction. He grunts at the feel of your pussy lips parting eagerly for his cock and the heat from your cunt makes his cock jump against you. The both of you curse simultaneously and your nails dig into the skin of his abdomen. The pleasure is getting to be a bit much and Lao groans. “Mm, I need to fuck you”. He’s moving both of you off the couch, an amazing display of strength as he throws you over his shoulder, his hand coming down on your ass cheek in a sharp slap and you gasp in arousal. He heads toward your bedroom, movie abandoned.

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Mmm, Lao with his hair down, HHHHHHNNNNNN🤤

Need him In the most concerning way fr fr😩😮‍💨

#I think about this man’s dick far too often😭#raine’s blurbs #not sfw #kung lao #kung lao x reader #mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat x reader

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