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starkeyboy · 2 years

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stupid joke

jeremiah fisher x reader

there’s a slight connie x reader but more of a brother sister type bond. he cares for her

i watched as jeremiah laughed along with belly, her touching his arm and his head falling back as the joke got funnier, i guess. personally, the joke wasn’t even that funny.

but that was supposed to be me.

i was supposed to be laughing at the joke jeremiah said. i was supposed to be touching his arm and having his head fall back at a stupid joke. but it’s not me.

he’s in love with belly and i was just his best friend.

my thoughts were interrupted when conrad decided to sit down next to me, setting down a fruit bowl, a classic of susan’s.

“my mom thought you looked sad so she made you a bowl, you’re favorite,” conrad said. i mixed the berry’s and granola into the smoothie and sighed. i looked over to conrad and he had this knowing look.

“i came this summer to hang out with jere but he’s laughing his ass off with belly about a joke, a stupid one, and i’m sitting here watching it all.” he nodded and looked over at them and shook his head.

“you wanna know a secret?” he questioned looking back over to me. i tilted my head to the side confused as what this secret could be, because i know he has a lot, considering he’s been quiet this whole summer.

“jeremiah isn’t in love with belly, yeah belly gives jere the attention that he wants but really, he’s in love with you, he doesn’t know that yet though.”

“he doesn’t know it yet?” i was genuinely confused.

“don’t be stupid y/n, whenever you’re not around, hes always questioning where you’re at and he makes sure you’re in sight when we’re at parties. and let’s not forget that he asked mom how to make the fruit bowls so he can bring you them in the morning.” conrad gave this knowing look again.

i looked back over to jeremiah and belly to see that they moved on from their joke and were just talking casually, comfortably. a little too comfortable for my liking. belly now brushing her finger on his face to wipe something away. jere looking away, red in the cheeks.

“if he wants me around all the time, why am i here, and not there?” i get up to leave conrad, annoyed at him trying to get in my head and gaslight me, to make me feel better.

“y/n-”

“i’m done talking about this con, why should i love him when he clearly loves her?” i cut him off and walked away.

susan was in the kitchen cutting fruit when she saw me.

“i’m guessing the fruit bowl didn’t help?” she said, worried. i grabbed some plastic wrap to put on it and put in the fridge.

“i’m sorry susan, i don’t think i’m feeling great, but i’m saving it for tomorrow morning, i promise.” i looked back at her and i closed the fridge. she smiled and nodded and i headed up to the designated room for me. it was smaller than the rest because i don’t come every summer. but susan didn’t want me to feel uncomfortable with me staying with belly since i didn’t know her.

nor am i a fan of her. she took away my best friend every summer. and the summers i come, it’s usually me and him. and belly. never just me and him. and this summer just felt different. it felt like it’s was just for jeremiah and belly. not me included. just them. it honestly felt like a stupid joke to me. a joke that i didn’t find amusing.

…

i had fallen asleep after my talk with conrad and wanting the day to be over with. the image of belly and jere still burning in my head. i remember belly having braces and big glasses every summer that i came but this year she looked different. she looked…pretty. that’s why jeremiah likes her all of a sudden. she finally hit puberty and grew. when i hit puberty, i was 11 and grew boobs when i was 14. but that never caught jeremiah’s attention.

why was i in love with jere-

“good morning sleepy head!” i was interrupted by the man himself. i opened my eyes to jeremiah waltzing into the room with a smoothie bowl in his hands. i sighed as i sat up. “i made your favorite!” he smiled at me and stared into my tired eyes with his, a spitting image of the ocean.

“i promised your mom i would have hers this morning, she made me it yesterday,” i said as i got up from behind him and walked to the bathroom. i saw a flash in his face that turned into a frown. slightly.

“but i made you this, today. you usually prefer mine, right?” he looked genuinely confused.

“jere, i promised. you know how i take my promises.” and i closed the door on him. taking a deep breath not wanting to freak out. i’m never like this with him.

when i walked downstairs for breakfast, i grabbed the fruit bowl that susan made, still keeping that promise. but when i finished and rinsed the bowl out, i saw the bowl that jere made. rinsed and thrown away.

jeremiah, conrad, steven and belly were all on the couch playing video games. well, belly watching, right next to jere. i sighed and sat next to con and leaned my head on his shoulder.

“you okay?” he asked. i nodded slightly and just closed my eyes.

“can we talk later?” i leaned up to whisper into his ear. conrad looked at me and he saw the tears welling up in my eyes. he nodded and threw the controller at belly. she got startled and caught it. that caught jeremiah’s attention. his eyes landed on my teary ones.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” he questioned and conrad got me up from the couch and started to take me to his room.

“i got it jere,” con blankly said as we passed him. jeremiah face dropping more as he wasn’t the one comforting me this time.

jeres pov

i looked at belly with fear written all over me. was i losing my best friend? what did i do?

“did i do something wrong?” i asked as steven paused the game seeing as i wasn’t going back to playing.

“can you think of something that you did wrong?” belly said. i shrugged and sighed.

“you’ve should’ve seen her when i woke her up. i make her a smoothie bowl every now and then but she wanted moms. she always prefers mine. it’s thicker.” i admitted. steven now struggling. “she did promise mom”

“well you know how y/n is about her promises, she keeps them. make her one tomorrow, she’ll probably take it.” steven said. i sighed and leaned my head back.

“maybe she feels left out,” belly blurted out. i shot my head up to her and furrowed my eyebrows.

“why would she feel left out, she’s with me all the time. and we never get tired of each other…maybe sometimes but still,” i said to her. going back to the beginning of summer and us hanging out. but i was thinking the last time we hung out. just the day before. tanning outside by the pool.

“maybe i should see if she wants to hangout when taylor comes later today, maybe she just needs some girl time, away from you boys.” i shrugged and told her to give it a try.

“but why conrad?” i asked as it occurred to me. belly’s face frowned at that. i knew belly always had a thing for con, everyone knew that. even conrad. and it hurts to know that he’s hurting her. i mean yeah, i had a thing for belly a few summers ago but man belly is hard for conrad.

“maybe she just finds a different comfort in him,” steven wiggled his eyebrows. i grimaced and made a throwing up sound.

“she would never, she told me never conrad,” i told him.

“you never know jere, you never know” he replied back.

“when we pick taylor up, i’ll ask if she wants to hang out with us. nicole invited us to the boat on friday, maybe we can do it then, let her breath for a bit maybe.” belly said changing the subject. i nodded, thinking that would be a good idea.

y/ns pov

conrad sat me on his bed as he sat down next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“what did he do this time?”

i looked up at him and shook my head. “he didn’t do anything this time. i just wish i was her,” i said sniffling. he sighed as he brushed my tears away.

“if you makes you feel better, i kind of wish i was him.” i smiled a bit seeing how he understood what i was feeling.

i wrapped my arms around his middle and sighed.

“do you love belly, con?” i asked quietly, hoping no one else can hear. i felt him sigh and hesitate to answer.

“i don’t know how to express love for people, honestly. like i like nicole but i don’t see anything else but a fuck maybe.” i made a face and he could tell. he laughed a bit. “but that’s the thing. i like belly, but i see a lot more than everything else with her.” i looked up to him and smiled fondly at him.

“that’s kind of what you said about jere. you’re in love with belly, you just don’t it yet.” i said as i moved a piece of hair from his face. i could tell he was thinking and i gently leaned up to kiss his cheek. in a friendly manner. “i’m gonna go to my room to relax,” i finished as i got up. he looked up at me and nodded.

“thank you,” he quickly said as i was about to exit the room. i furrowed my eyebrows. “for making me realize i can love someone.” i smiled as i nodded.

“it’s the least i can do” and i exited to my room.

…

i was in my room scrolling through tik tok when there was a small knock on my door. nobody knocks in this house. except for conrad.

i sat up and said a quiet come in, thinking he wanted to talk. but when the door opened, i saw belly.

“oh,” i was surprised. why was she needing to speak with me. “hey belly.” i only said.

“hey, jere and i are about to pick up taylor. but um, we wanted to see if you wanted to go?” i looked at her shocked that she was the one that came up to ask.

“i think i’ll stay actually,” i replied back, fixing my pillow up.

“oh okay, i have one more question though,” i nodded. “nicole invited us to her boat on friday. taylor and i were thinking of going, do you wanna go? girls night? let the boys have a night at a party?” i thought about it. was this jere just wanting us to get along. so they can date. or did she genuinely want to hang out. i looked up to her and saw sincerness in her eyes saying please.

“okay, i’ll go.” she smiled.

“awesome, i’ll let jere and steven know!” she said excitedly. i sighed as she left. why did i agree.

…

it was friday. supposedly the best day according to jeremiah.

“you’re only saying that because we won’t be around much longer, jeremy,” taylor said with a smirk. she has a thing for jeremiah as well. but i heard steven and her had a thing too.

“am not, i love handing out with my girl,” jeremiah said putting his arm around my shoulder. my eyes widened at my girl. his girl. was i his girl? he’s never said that.

“according to the look on y/ns face, she didn’t know that she’s your girl,” i heard steven say as he walked into the kitchen.

“pfft, she’s always known this, right?” he said looking down at me. i just smiled and patted his chest. quietly saying sure, walking away.

“i’m gonna go get ready for the boat,” i say. i heard taylor gasp as she grabbed my wrist.

“let’s all get ready together, me, you and belly!” she explained. i was about to say no, wanting privacy but she was already walking me up the stairs to bellys room.

…

i decided to wear my bright pink two piece that i haven’t worn in a while, with a white linen dress as a cover up, trying to keep it casual with some sandals. my hair was in a claw clip, with hair peaking out.

“y/n, you look really pretty,” i heard belly said. i look at her and smiled softly at her kindness. i thanked her and went down stairs to get some water.

jeremiah was at the counter, wiping dishes down, susan probably asking him to since she’s been pretty tired lately. he looked up from the sound of my sandles clicking and he smiled at me.

“well don’t you look beautiful,” he said fondly. he was being so affectionate all of a sudden. what changed? was he in love with belly?

“thank you jere,” i said as i grabbed a water and sat on the stools at the counter, looking at him.

“you know, i’m gonna miss you at the party,” he stated. i raised my eyebrows saying oh really. “why wouldn’t i, you’re the best partner in beer pong, will sing summer nights with me and let’s not forget the amazing night swims we have when we get back,” he said happily. i smiled slightly thinking about all the party we’ve been this summer. feels like we’ve been to more parties than any other summer.

“i guess i’ll miss you when i’m with the girls,” i said acting as if i was joking. he smiled at me and dried his hands off. he set his hands down on the counter and looked at me. really looked at me. i know he can read right through me.

“text me, no, call me if anything goes wrong. i’ll speed just to make sure you’re safe.” he said seriously. i looked into his eyes. trying to find why he was being so caring. so protective.

“i promise jere.”

right before he was able to say anything, taylor interrupted him and asked if i was ready. i looked at her and my eyes went back to him and i smiled softly and nodded.

“we’ll see you later Jeremy,” taylor taunts. i rolled my eyes getting fed up with it, knowing jeremiah doesn’t like it.

right before i was able to leave his sight he grabbed my wrist softly. i looked at him questioning why the sudden stop.

“meet me at the dock after you get back,” he said referring to the pergola. i waited a bit to answer. nervous on why he wanted to talk. but i only nodded my head and walk away from his grasp. holy shit.

…

“never have i ever…made out with jeremiah?” i sighed at this stupid game. of course us girls, honestly i didn’t want to, us 16-18 year old girls were playing a middle school game.

belly and taylor layed a finger down and giggled a bit. gigi gasping in a surprise asking questions about how it was.

“shouldn’t we do something that maybe middle schoolers don’t do?” i asked out of know where. shocked at myself for speaking up. everyone stopped what they were doing and looked around as if i wasn’t there. i rolled my eyes and looked at belly and taylor for help. taylor nodded, catching on that i wasn’t into this game at all.

“she’s right, this shit is for middle schoolers.” she said. i looked over at the others and by the look on their eyes. they disagreed. but nicole spoke up.

“then let’s go skinny dipping, college students do that,” she said. i nearly choked on my own spit. i looked at her with wide eyes. “cat got your tongue, y/n,” she said laughing a bit. i narrowed my eyes and sighed.

“fine. let’s go skinny dipping,” i finalized. and everyone got up to go to a secluded dock.

…

the skinny dipping wasn’t too bad, we all felt free. but it was the part where conrad texted belly something and nicole saw it and all the others decided to leave. and take our clothes. i had tears in my eyes. this was why i don’t hang out with other girls. they’re rude and selfish and get too into their heads. i would know. i’m one of them.

“y/n, are you okay?” i head belly quietly say next to me on the dock. my arms were holding me up and i was staring out beyond me, tears falling. i looked over at her and let out a sob and shook my head. “i’ll call jere,” i only nodded and put my head down. i felt stupid.

jeremiah’s pov

i was next to conrad, talking with some other friends when my phone started buzzing. i looked down to see belly was calling.

“give me one second,” i said as i stepped away.

“hello?”

“jere, we need you to come pick us up.” i furrowed my eyebrows at the urgency.

“is everyone okay? is y/n okay?” i asked as i got worried. was y/n hurt?

“we’re okay but nicole and the girls left y/n, taylor and i in the pond. naked. they took our clothes. and y/n. she’s scared jeremiah.” i felt fury fall over me. i told her conrad and i will be there. i grabbed him and started to drag him out the door. bumping into nicole.

y/ns pov

we sat on a curb with a boat cover covering our bodies, waiting for jere and con. my head was resting on belly’s shoulder as tears still flowed. i’ve never felt more embarrassed.

2 headlights shown before us and jere and connie were walking out second’s after. we all got up, careful not to drop the cover. the boys held the cover as we changed, me sniffling every now and then.

“do you guys mind if i ride with jere alone?” i asked quietly. they looked up and smiled softly.

“of course we don’t, we know you need him right now.” belly said and finished putting her shorts on.

as i was done, i walked around and went to jeremiah. he saw we were all done and looked at me, letting go of the cover. i rushed into his arms and felt safe. he held me close to him as i settled into him, finally feeling like ease. his hand was on my back as he rubbed it softly, whispering in my ear that everything was okay. he lead me to the car as i looked over, belly, taylor and conrad were getting into the jeep.

jeremiah opened the door for me and when he got in, he reached into the back to grab a sweatshirt.

“here, you were freezing when i hugged you,” he smiled at me softly and i smiled a little back through the tears. i put it over me and i felt even more relief. i looked up at him to see he was already staring at me. into me. he looked concerned, scared.

“are you okay, jere?” i asked as i pulled my hand up and pushed some hair out of his face. he leaned into my touch and sighed.

“i got so worried when belly told me what happened,” he said softly. “and when she told me you were scared and crying, i immediately left and went to you.” he looked at me and had tears in his eyes. i looked at him in shocked and sighed. i leaned over and brought him into a hug.

“jere?” he pulled away as i questioned him. he looked into my eyes and brought his hand up to brush my tears that were left over. he waited for me to finish my question. i looked down at our hands, they were intertwined. his other hand brought my head up to look at him, his eyes staring into mine again. “are you in love with belly?” i confessed. he looked at me confused for a second.

“what?” he looked genuinely confused. my eyes started to water again as i thought of the all the summer days. seeing him with belly and laughing. belly taking away my jeremiah. “why would you think that?”

“please jere, please dont make it like its a stupid joke,” i pleaded as more tears fell to my face. his face fell as he saw i was being serious. “please” i whispered.

“y/n, ive only been in love with you.” he said. his hands come up to hold my face. “there has been nobody in this world that can make me smile genuinely, that can make me laugh so hard that im crying. youre the only one that can shivers to my body when you touch my arms. y/n, you are it. youve always been it.” he confessed, all while holding my head gently in his hands. more tears fell from my eyes as he kept going on and on.

“but you and belly, the other day at the pool. you were laughing at a joke so hard youre head flew back because something was so funny, and she kept touching your arm and you were blush-” i was cut off with jeremiahs lips on mine. jere was kissing me. i was shocked at first but when his thumb brushed over my cheek, i softend. i melted into him. my hands came up to grip his wrist as he deepened the kiss. this was everything i wanted. jeremiah kissing me, holding me.

he pulled away slowly and looked into my eyes. “y/n?” he said. i hummed, still feeling like i was in a dream. “I'm not gonna say you sound stupid saying that, but you do,’’ he smiled softly. “I've never been in love with belly. that joke we were laughing at was stupid. really stupid. but was i laughing with tears in my eyes? no. did belly give me chills when she touched my arms? absolutely not. and it was hot, y/n, so my cheeks were red. my whole body was red probably. y/n, what im trying to say is that belly is fun but she's never gonna be my #1 girl or the love of my life. only you. you're my girl.” he finished as he was still staring deep into my eyes.

i was in disbelief. i was reading it all wrong. he wasnt in love with belly. he was in love with me. we were in love with each other.

“jeremiah fisher,’‘ i started as i kept my hands on his wrist, not wanting to let go. “im in love with you too.” i finally confessed. i got it out. i told my best friend that i was in love with him. i looked at him as i waited for his reaction. he smiled finally and pulled me back into his lips.

“gosh i love you,” he mumbled into me. i smiled against him and pulled away.

“what do we do now?” i questioned. he looked at me still and pecked my lips quickly.

“theres nothing to do, ive always been yours. and youll always be mine, no matter what.” i smiled and pulled him into the most loving hug.

“i love you jere, so much.”

“i love you too, y/n, more than youll ever know,” he said pecking my neck. “also, youre sleeping in my room tonight, not that small ass room.” i laughed and nodded. just happy hes fully mine now. not bellys. not taylors. not gigis. mine.

maybe all this wasnt a stupid joke.

#conrad fisher #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher imagine #jeremiah fisher x reader #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher smut #conrad fisher smut

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sparkyblizz · 1 month

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I've been rotating Kirby characters in my head again and thought up a story in which Kirby gets pulled into an alternate timeline and ends up in a dystopic version of Dream Land where everything is dark and scary and miserable, King Dedede has been deposed and overthrown by an evil villain who's taken over the land and he's gone missing, and Meta Knight leads a band of revolutionaries in Dedede's name (said revolutionaries being the Halberd's crew + Bandana Waddle Dee)

I have yet to figure out what happened to this timeline's Kirby, since everyone is supposed to know who he is and be surprised to see him, so I guess that implies their timeline's Kirby is gone? :(

but anyway, rough plot goes as such---Kirby ends up in this alternate timeline and doesn't understand what's happened. his first indicator of what's happened is finding wanted posters of people he recognises, like Bandana and the Meta-Knights, and when he finds Meta Knight's wanted poster, he's even more confused. what little he can understand of what the poster says is saying he's committing crimes against the king, but why would Meta do that? aren't Meta and Dedede friends? didn't they call each other sworn partners? what happened?

he eventually encounters the rebels themselves and they're shocked to see him, and he's shocked to see them, especially Meta Knight, the rebel leader, wearing Dedede's robe over one of his shoulders (like a one-shouldered cape) and his men bearing the crest of the king. Meta and the others explain to Kirby that Dedede had been overthrown by an evil being and has been missing ever since, the only things left of him being his crown and robe (the latter which Meta stole from the villain). the villain calls himself the king, and has told the people of Dream Land that Dedede is gone and is never coming back, but Meta Knight refuses to believe that, citing that he knows the king is out there, he can feel it, and he won't rest until he beats the blackguard who deposed him and finds Dedede. thus he created the rebel group out of his own men (and Bandana joined) and dubbed them the "Knights of Dedede". (now I am a metadede shipper so that would be why there's a lot of unending devotion vibes here but if you're thinking this could be out of character for Meta Knight, I feel like the other reason he named his band of revolutionaries the Knights of Dedede and dons the king's robe is to really stick it to the villain, who wants the public to forget about him, but Meta won't let that happen, and obviously won't rest until the villain is defeated. and yes I know Meta once tried to overthrow Dedede himself and I think that makes this funnier.)

Kirby joins the rebel cause and they storm the castle, where the villain is, and we learn more of the history of this timeline---various rebels have been imprisoned by the villain more than once, including Meta Knight himself, but they've all managed to break out, usually Meta coming to break his men out. the villain is insistent on making Meta bend to his will and serve him, because, you know, that would mean he had truly won and truly ran the kingdom if even Dedede's most loyal knight and the resistance leader was defeated and served him, but Meta refuses to yield, and this is where Kirby would fight the villain, beat him, and when the villain gears up for round two, Meta creates a diversion, urging his men and Kirby to flee, which they don't wanna do, but they have to, and Meta is captured in his attempt to protect them

Kirby and the Knights of Dedede then go on a quest to find Dedede, because if Meta believe's he's still around, he must be, and they find him, I was thinking deep in the heart of some woods or something, could also be deep underground or underwater, whichever fits, but encased in stone like a statue, and through some magic or some new ability, they manage to free Dedede from his stone prison, and guy has no idea what's happened and has to be brought up to speed while they rush back to the castle

they storm the castle again, and the villain is angry at seeing this. meanwhile, Meta Knight, who is chained beside the throne (for peak humiliation vibes which would fit a sadistic villain), is filled with resolve anew at the sight of his men and his king returned, and all hell breaks loose as they rush the villain, free Meta, and assemble as a full team, and then another battle ensues (I'd think it would be all of them ganging up on the villain in the first phase of the battle, but in the second, maybe Kirby gets the spotlight because he's Kirby, or it's just the quartet of Meta, Dedede, Bandana, and Kirby) and when the villain is defeated, Kirby is sent back to his timeline and everything is fine

I also thought it would be really funny if his friends from his timeline were able to see everything that happened in the alternate timeline via like a magic crystal ball or something. I just think that would be funny. ALTERNATIVELY you could have this whole plot not be an alternate timeline and just something that happens in this timeline and the explanation of Kirby not knowing what the hell happened is that he was like knocked out for an unspecified but long amount of time, and that would also explain why everyone knows about him and they're all surprised to see him back.

anyway enough rough plot explanation now have some of the funny things I said about this idea

#sparkyblizz speaks #random rants #writing woes #kirby #bandana waddle dee #meta knight #king dedede #meta-knights #sailor waddle dee #captain vul #metadede #because if I wrote this as a fic or something there would be metadede

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steelthroat · 2 months

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Can you write a funny little TFA MegOP thing where they're already together. Lets say cuddling in their berth, and suddenly Optimus has a thought.

"How did we even get together?"

"Hm?"

"No, I'm being serious. How did it happen? You are.. were? A war criminal. I put you in jail. How are we together right now?"

"..."

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LIKE. IDK IT WAS FUNNIER IN MY HEAD. SO EITHER 1. Some otherworldly being (a fanfic writer) manipulated them and the world around them. Making them be together. But now the writer is gone after giving them their happily ever after.. But the characters revert back to how they were in cannon. Vaigely knowing what allowed them to get to this point, but not really understanding anymore how or why?

Or 2. Optimus forgot and wants Megatron's pov on how they got together. Either way, I know that even if you write little for this, it will still be hella entertaining :3

Ooooooh that's such a nice and cool idea tho! sadly, I'm not taking requests since I'm an INCREDIBLY slow writer, and life is also getting in the way ahahahah

Believe me, I would have done in other circumstances, and this idea has a LOT of potential! I am a sucker for the "how did we even end up here???" trope too, but you would either have to wait a long(immense) amount of time ahahah.

Hey if you want to write it yourself I could give you a couple ideas or advice if you'd like :3, otherwise I'd say see if there are other writers who take requests or commissions, I could redirect you to a couple of them :)

For now I can at best give you this little drabble for the second idea since it's really cute:

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"It just happened"

"Wake up" Megatron felt someone flicking at his nose and then shaking him when the action gave no response.

"Wake up!" This time that someone went for the helm, the bang of the collision rang in the otherwise quiet room.

"What?" Megatron opened one optic and glared at his disturber, Optimus Prime.

"How did we end up together?" He asked with an almost accusing expression

"Huh?" What did he even mean by that

"You heard me" Optimus scoffed

"What like... you don't remember?" He started going back with his own memory banks and backups, He would have been more worried about Optimus apparent amnesia if he weren't struggling to find an answer to that absurd question.

"Do you?" Optimus crossed his arms

Megatron stayed silent for a while... he couldn't pinpoint the exact moment they had become a thing. Centuries, no, millennia of circling around one another after signing the peace treaty, spending more and more time together, fighting, bantering, provoking each other, speaking about personal topics, binding while annoying each other to death had, at some point, led them to fall in berth together.

They had kept falling into each other's berth since then... and now they were here.

So there wasn't really an answer to that question, not a typical one at least.

Megatron cleared his vocalizer "I... I guess it just happened" he answered at last.

Optimus seemed to reflect on this answer before humming "are you happy with this?"

Megatron though about it, he really was, sure there were invisible limits they never actually crossed but at this point they lived like a conjunx couple, minus the status and the spark merging... but Meagtron found the though of Sharing his spark with Optimus not to be as dreaded as he anticipated... he almost- longed for it.

"Yeah..." he said smiling softly and bringing the smaller mech closer to him "a lot" and his servos started shifting over his lover's frame delicately almost in worship.

"Do you want more?" The question could be interpreted in two different ways and Megatron wanted to answer yes to both.

"When it comes to you I always want more" he answered looking at Optimus, his lover's gaze was so bright and full of love he felt like it would melt the metal of his frame.

"I... also want more. Everything." he whispered with his lips ghosting over Megatron's.

Megatron closed the distance between them and kissed him. "And you will receive it"

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I hope you like it, it's incredibly short :)

#transformers #maccadam #steel rambles #megatron #optimus prime #should I open requests for this kind of small drabbles and scenes?#idk #tfa megop #megop #steel writing #yeah i can't use the steel monologues fornthis one #babe wake up new tag just dropped #maccadams #fanfic

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miela · 7 months

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Shattered Memories • Chapter III: A Sense of Reunion II • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Angst (???) Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Substance Abuse Masterlist

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VIDEO LOG #20 / 10 JUNE 2026

Hey (Y/N),

It’s me, Peter.

It’s been almost two years since you have forgotten about me. And to be honest, these two years have been absolutely hell without you. I got a redo on life as most people wish for but be careful what you wish for I guess. I have a new life and it’s okay. I have friends from school but they’ll never compare to you, Celina, Ned, and MJ. I have two jobs and they pay okay. It helps with rent. I’m still out there being Spiderman, I haven’t heard anything about you though which I guess is understandable. I hope you’re doing okay.

I miss you….I miss you so much. In times like these, I know I could always turn to you, lay my head on your shoulder, and cry…you would rub my back, kiss the top of my head, and tell me that everything is going to be okay...because we had each other. I feel like I took those moments for granted even though I know I didn’t. I just really miss you.

I hope one day…I could be in your arms again. I love you so much.

[END RECORDING]

I know who you are.

It rang and echoed in Peter's head after you said it. His heart didn’t know what it wanted to do; stop and explode or race and explode. He looked at you with an expression he could only imagine was a mix of shock and anticipation. How long did you know? Is that why you came to find him? Because you remembered him? There were so many things he wanted to say, ask and do.

But before he could even react, your words knocked his cathedral of hope down to the ground just as quickly as it was built up.

"But I don't remember you."

And there it was. The catch. His heart dropped.

Of course, it wouldn’t have been that easy for him. Even though five years went by and that was more than plenty of time for you to figure it out with what little information you had, Strange’s spell was thorough and very effective. Peter wasn’t sure if he wanted to scream or cry or to crawl in a dark hole and whither away. He didn’t even know how to respond. How was he supposed to explain everything to you? How was he supposed to explain his reasoning for not following through with his promise five years ago?

He just looked at you dumbfounded.

You pressed your lips together and nodded slowly at his response of silence. “When going through the Avenger files, I saw your file. Funny how I recognized everyone else but I didn’t recognize you. Even funnier that we were partners in justice and crime fighting and I didn’t even remember your face. So I did a month-long deep dive.”

Peter never took his eyes off of you and you never took your eyes off of him. He could tell you were getting serious although your expression was still pretty relaxed. On the other hand, he could feel his jaw clench from his nerves making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“I asked around. I asked Sam, Bucky, Dr. Cho, Ned, MJ, Celina…anyone who has a connection to you and none of them know who you are. Well, MJ and Ned said you come into the coffee shop a lot, but they don’t know you. See, memories can be erased from people, but not from algorithms. We went to the same high school, both were in the academic decathlon with MJ, and we had almost all the same classes together. We were both Avengers, we were a duo team because we have the same powers, I remember every single mission, Hell, I remember fighting you,” you continued with emotion in your voice that Peter could only guess was frustration. “But I don’t remember…you.”

Peter decided he wanted to scream. He wanted to scream and then tell you everything, but he had his reasons for not telling you.

“For five years I’ve been dreaming of this guy. I call him the Faceless Boy. I have dreamt of him every single night since that day five years ago. The dreams are more than dreams, more than that dream-walking shit Celina talks about. These dreams are memories with someone who is so foreign to me.” You walked over by him slowly and stopped when you were about three feet away and you looked up into his eyes. “When I snuck through your window today, I expected a different response from you after webbing me to the wall.”

Peter gulped slightly.

“You talked to me like you knew who I was. A long-time friend that you haven’t seen in a while and one you weren’t expecting to see for an even longer while. And then when we shook hands…?” You chewed on your lip nervously, almost like you were afraid to say the next bit. “For five years, I’ve had this hole in my chest, as if something was carved out of my life when it wasn’t supposed to be. I’ve tried to fill it with anything and everything and I failed every single time. So tell me why when we shook hands I never felt it so whole before. A simple handshake from a boy from Queens filled my emptiness like he was the missing puzzle piece.”

Peter’s heart raced as you spoke and looked at him with a desperation for answers, but he couldn’t speak. He didn’t know how to respond as you searched his dark eyes for answers. He didn’t want to lie to you but…he also didn’t want to tell you the truth. The truth is what is keeping you safe and what is keeping you sane.

“I know you feel it right now,” you said. “The pull.”

The pheromonal connection.

Peter could feel it, He didn’t stop feeling it since he sensed you in his apartment, especially after the handshake. His senses were in a frenzy, he could only imagine how yours were, especially when you couldn’t even remember who he was to you. He pressed his lips together.

“So tell me, Peter Parker,” you started again. “What happened?”

Peter looked deeply into your eyes and slowly brought his hand up to your cheek and gently caressed it before laying his hand on it. You leaned your face into his touch and closed your eyes. His senses instantly focused on you. Your breath hitched as you opened your eyes again to look up at his dark ones.

He wanted to tell you everything so badly. He wanted to tell you how he knew you like the back of his hand. He wanted to tell you that he knew your favorite things and that you couldn’t cook to save your life, and that you loved to dance and you did ballet since you were a child. He wanted to tell you how in high school you would viscerally defend him every time Flash Thompson opened his mouth and called Peter “Penis Parker” and how when you found out Flash’s real name you started using it just to piss him off and shut him up. He wanted to tell you about how MJ didn’t like him at first because she was afraid that the same situation that happened with him and Liz would happen to you. He wanted to tell you how you and Ned would constantly bicker over who was the coolest character in Star Wars and that everyone thought your favorite anime was Chainsaw Man but he knew it was actually Sailor Moon (and that you constantly argued that Usagi would floor Goku anytime any day and any era). He wanted to tell you everything about yourself and your memories until his jaw hurt from talking too much.

But everything in him told him not to.

“(Y/N)...” he began. “I-”

Before he could finish his sentence your eyes blinked rapidly and your brows furrowed before you winced and hissed. You held your head as you let out a noise of pain and Peter instantly pulled back.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)! Are you okay? What’s happening?!” Peter panicked.

After a moment you looked up at him catching your breath softly. “Yeah….yeah. I’m fine. Like I said before. Stark Stress.”

Peter called total bullshit on that.

“What were we talking about?” You asked softly to no one in particular.

Peter looked at you wide eyes filled with confusion and concern.

“Uh…” he searched his scatterbrain for something to say. “The…uh…Avenger Files? You were going to tell me why you were going through the Avenger files, yeah…mhm…”

You looked at him with a knowing expression. “Parker, I remember everything I said. It was a rhetorical question.”

“Oh…!” Peter squeaked.

You rubbed your temples and smiled up at him. “You won’t tell me anything. That’s fine I won't force you. Whatever you did, you did it for good reason.” You leaned back on the table. “I’ll figure it out anyway. Just promise you’ll be honest with me when I ask about something.”

Peter nodded. “Y-yeah! Yeah, sure, yeah I’ll be …uh….I’ll be honest.”

“Great!” you clapped your hands together. “Now down to business. I didn’t just drag you here to interrogate you.” You turned to the table to avoid his gaze.

You were deflecting the situation. Peter knows because you tend to do that when you have felt like you came off too strong in a situation and your way of reacting was to pretend like it was nothing big in hopes that the other person would follow suit. At this moment, Peter was glad you did, because he would’ve done it if you didn’t. Especially when those Stark Stress Migraines seemed more like Parker Stress ones. Both times you guys made contact you had a strong reaction. It scared him and he wanted to know why. He wished he could have asked Strange about this, but Strange didn’t remember him and probably wouldn’t even remember the spell.

He guessed that was his big sign to keep his distance from you.

Later, he was taken back home in time for him to go out patrolling once more. He swung across the veins of New York City as he thought about the events that happened.

Today was a really strange day.

After your whole interrogation, you told him about your plans for the NAI and the scholarship that Tony had left for him.

“My dad had an actual internship and scholarship set aside for you but obviously it was meant for MIT. I changed it up a bit for your sake. So your last five years will be compensated and paid off tuition-wise and the rest of your time in school will be paid in full. You will also have an internship opportunity whenever you’re ready for it. It will be a summer internship so you can have full focus on it without any distractions, or you could do it during winter break. Whatever works for you.” You pointed at the holographic screens respectively.

Peter looked at the holograms in shock. Tony was planning on doing all of this for him. He shouldn’t be surprised but he was…and was touched by it. And you modifying it to fit his needs made it all the more… meaningful. He did remember Tony offering him a grant when he first came to visit him but he thought he wasn’t serious about it and was using it for code to add to the stark internship.

He almost didn’t take it, but you insisted.

“Parker, this was something my dad set in place years ago. Consider it a token of gratitude. He would want this for you.” you explained. “But I won't force it on you if you really don’t want it.”

Peter sighed when he stopped on a building to think. He hated keeping the truth from you, and he hated that you were suffering all this time because of your migraines. He remembered your big reaction to both times that he touched you.

It was hurting you.

He wondered if it would be the same for Ned, Celina, and MJ. Would they have a splitting headache if he got close to any of them too? The whole point of this stupid spell was to protect the ones he cared about, not cause them pain.

He really, really hated magic.

He sighed and sat down at the edge of the building. He thought about what you went through in the past years without him. He had hoped that you would have been living your best life without worry, but instead, you were dreaming about him without knowing who he was, and he had to sit there and not tell you that it was him that you were dreaming about.

It was best to just stay away from you all. Like it was intended five years ago.

He needed a distraction. He remembered one of his friends from school mentioning a party at his Fraternity House this weekend that Peter initially said no to going to. But after today he could use it. He took out his phone and called him.

“Parker,” Harry Osborn, chimed. “What’s up, my guy?”

“Hey Harry,” Peter greeted. “I changed my mind, I do wanna go to that party tomorrow.”

To say you were a mess was an understatement.

You didn’t seem it though. You were working with Nika on the list of foundations and non-profit organizations that would be attending the charity gala that you were hosting in a month. You’re first act of Philanthropy would be donating at least one billion dollars each year to different organizations and you wanted it to be a well-rounded event but you were distracted by the recent ones that happened.

Nika could tell.

“(Y/N),” she said, folding her hands in her lap. “Are you okay? Did that Avenger boy do something to you?”

“Huh? What? No,” You replied a little defensively. “He’s harmless.”

“Then why do you seem so upset?” She asked with concern in her tone. “You were fine earlier.”

You sighed and rubbed your temples with your fingers gently as you closed your eyes. “Migraine,” you responded, only giving part of the problem.

She sighed knowing that you weren’t telling her everything. “I’m going to talk to you as a friend.”

You looked at the redhead expectantly.

“You haven’t had much of a life since…well…since I first met you four years ago.”

You met Nika Eyrewolfe, back in the recovery center. She was in for substance abuse herself. Since then you guys have been great friends and been a good support for each other. When you found out that she had no place to call home or anything to her name, you got her a job at Stark Industries before she was promoted to your assistant. She’s done nothing but a great job at it. She has been with you most days since you became CEO. So to say the girl knew your life and schedule like her life depended on it was an understatement.

“You’ve worked yourself so much that your headaches are getting worse and worse,” she continued. “The only person you hang out with is Morgan, who’s ten years old. You haven’t made time for Celina, Ned, and MJ in forever. But you had time to get Avenger Boy.”

“He has a name,” You retorted. “Peter. Peter Parker.”

“That’s nice,” Nika replied sarcastically. “And who is Peter Parker to you exactly?”

That’s the problem. I don’t know, you thought.

All you know is that he was the cutest guy you have ever seen in your entire life. His brown curls were soft and silky on his head. His eyes looked tired but they were soft and kind. He had boyish features that only added to his softness. And his smile. God, that smile. It lit up his whole face. His black tee shirt hugged his muscles nicely, and his dark denim jeans hugged his thighs and legs in just the right way. You had to catch yourself from staring at him too long before it got really weird.

You stayed silent and leaned your head on the back of your chair.

“Exactly,” Nika stated. “Nothing. So, you should make time for your friends. I’ll clear your calendar this weekend.”

The thing was that Peter wasn’t “nothing” to you, he was definitely a big something. You were at least eighty percent sure he was the faceless boy from your dreams. And when he touched you…? You couldn’t ignore that no matter how much you tried. The way his hand was so heartbreakingly gentle on your skin as all your worries faded away for a small moment before the splitting headache came again. It’s not like you could tell Nika any of this.

But she was right about one thing. It had been a while since you hung out with your friends. You kept in touch with them in the group chat, but it wasn’t the same as seeing them.

“Okay,” you gave her a small smile. “Thank you, Nika. What would I be without you?”

“I dunno, probably insane.”

You snorted in response.

Maybe it would be good for you to step away from everything for a little bit. Especially with how crazy your day was. You especially wanted to pretend this day never happened, crawl into the void, and scream until your voice was gone. You deserved to relax for a moment and maybe next time you make the impulsive decision to climb into the window of someone you think you know but you don’t…

You won’t.

tags: @riordanness @chrisevans-realwife @peterdarlingg

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pacific-rimbaud · 26 days

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Neville seems to be a man of fewer words, so I noticed your Panville doesn’t seem to banter as much as your Dramione, though it could be situational given the circumstances at hand in RoT and the brevity of ADWP. I’m not at all saying banter is necessary - I guess I’m wondering, what do the two of them look like in peacetime, on the couch together watching TV? Do they trade commentary? Does Pansy fume while Neville listens? Does Neville’s playful side come out?

I also get the sense that Neville’s main (giving) love language is acts of service. What do you think Pansy’s would be? (I’m thinking gifts is up there somewhere, both in giving and receiving, what with her penchant for knitting and her love of jewelry and nice things in general)

Thank you for indulging me, I can’t get them out of my head! 🫶

They are not bantery at all, which makes them a lot more challenging to write. My friends and I used to laugh about writing DHr, because once you get them in a Situation they won't shut up. I see Panville how I imagine most of us are with our partners, trading stories from work, talking about whatever's on their minds or whatever's interesting to them at the moment. I definitely think she's funnier than he is. He'd be quieter than her in general and take his time to form and express opinions, but she's an excellent listener, even if she has to bite her tongue when she'd like to go off about something. I've headcanoned Pansy as being an excellent gift-giver, which I am well and truly terrible at, so it's hard for me to write. She'd be good at little gestures, too. Just consistently doing small, thoughtful things for a partner, almost always with some aesthetic angle (she absolutely buys him clothes that look amazing on him, but that's a purely selfish act). She'd also set up far flung or expensive bucket list experiences for Neville he'd never arrange for himself. Taking all that upper class social training (how to throw a party! how to organize a fundraiser! how to delegate to household and personal staff! how to be palatable and interesting to other rich people!) and bringing it to bear in a more grounded life.

#you asked I answered #Panville

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ynverse · 10 months

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it’s a match - shush

CHILDE x gn! reader

“uhm,” you mumbled, turning towards childe, “hi?”

childe only looked at you and put a finger over his lips, a dorky smile on his face. you could only watch as a grown man, who willingly chose to sit next to you, shushed you. you weren’t sure if you felt more embarrassed or annoyed but you immediately tried to make yourself smaller.

“the 2pm appointment?”

the voice of an old man stopped your mind from spiraling over your first interaction with childe. your “partner” nodded his head and outstretched a hand towards you, frowning slightly as you stood up. he must have been insane to think you would reach for his hand after he told shushed you. you were already starting to regret your deal with venti.

“right this way,” the man motioned into his office, though you caught his eyes looking at childe’s hand.

he was already started to analyze you guys…how fun.

you and childe followed him, sitting yourselves down on a couch that sat across a single chair. still reeling in your embarrassment, you sat at the far right corner while childe sat at the far left corner. the atmosphere was almost suffocating as you desperately tried to find anything to look at.

“thank you for seeing us,” childe spoke joyfully.

“no need to thank me,” the therapist sat down and got out some sheets of paper and a pen, “i’m glad you two are here to better your relationship!”

you thought introductions and initial questions would be the most awkward but the therapist seemed to want to prove you wrong.

“i just feel like there are always walls between us. it’s as if we don’t really know each other.”

“childe, please refrain from generalizations and use i statements to talk about your feelings.”

“i’m sorry. i personally feel like we aren’t as close as before. sometimes, i feel like we are just strangers.”

it took everything for you to not laugh or cringe as he spoke.

“and y/n? how do you feel?”

“i don’t know?”

the whole idea was funnier in your head but having to try and gaslight a therapist was way more intimidating in action. you also wanted to hold on to the tiniest bit of pride you had left and it was slowly slipping as childe spoke. you did not want to be the problem in the relationship, fake or not.

“i guess i feel like childe doesn’t know me that well? so it’s hard for me to be open around him. i don’t doubt his feelings but i guess i think it’s…misdirected? like he is in love with the idea of me instead of who i am.”

you both thanked the therapist and went to the parking lot. both of you said nothing as you made your way out, only nodding your head as a thanks when one of you held the door open for each other.

“so…how was it?”

“childe…what?”

“did you think it was fun? like do you want to keep doing this?”

he seemed a lot more shy than before, trying to use hand gestures to get his point across. for the first time today, you let out a laugh. maybe it was the weirdness of the situation finally getting to you, but seeing childe ask if you want to continue therapy was the funniest thing you heard all day.

“is that a yes?”

“sure.”

“okay good,” he laughs as he grabs his car keys, “i can walk you to your car, if that’s okay?”

“oh, i didn’t drive here. i had my friend drop me off.”

“do you want me to take you home?”

childe noticed the way you stiffened a little, realizing how sudden it must have felt for you. he quickly waved his hands in front of him while speaking quickly.

“wait. i swear i’m not like a predator or anything i just feel bad cause i mean i am fake dating you and like what kind of fake boyfriend would i be…but you don’t have to agree because i know-“

“thank you. i’d love a ride.”

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fun facts

the therapist’s first impression is that you guys aren’t dating for love but just to not feel alone (rude)

venti was in the living room with xiao and he laughed so hard when he read that childe shushed you. he started wheezing and xiao had to get him some water

you are definitely thinking about how he shushed you on the ride home

a/n: I KEPT CRINGING WHILE WRITING… like guys the second hand embarrassment i keep getting… like imagine having to look a therapist in the eye and lie like this

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#it’s a match! smau #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fluff #childe #genshin childe #genshin smau #childe smau #childe x reader #childe fluff #tartaglia #genshin ajax #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin impact childe #genshin fanfiction

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afterglow- pt.7 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter is privileged with working alongside the liverpool fc marketing and public relations team, while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

genre(s): friends to lovers, workplace romance, fluff

[wc: 4.6k] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 8]

notes: it's the way that I've hinted at another fic in this chapter and then another one in chapter 8... I love interconnecting my series' ughhh

spamjam._. added to their story!

"here's one for you," jude spoke from his position on the hotel suite couch to gain your attention as you unpacked your things. "bro went from liking her posts to flying her over just for some moral support."

you rolled your eyes as he read out the tweets which he had been enjoying for the past ten minutes now. the way that twitter was rioting over the situation was utterly amusing— from your post on Instagram to jude stating that you were sharing a hotel room. they were having a blast by coming up with theories as to how this even came about.

yes, jude only happened to follow you on instragram at the beginning of the year but that was not the reason you knew each other at all. if it were then this situation would be very awkward. as he would say, "luckily for you, you had the privilege of knowing me before I became the equivalent to ryan gosling."

you wouldn't exactly call it a privilege but whatever made him sleep at night. funny enough, you two met at a football match when you were still in high school. it was strange to see a 17-year-old actively engage in conversation with some random 14-year-old just because he said she was screaming too much.

that wasn't the last of your accidental meetings, however, the next was a few weeks later when your parents invited some friends over from birmingham— and lo and behold who just happened to be the son of those friends.

so here you were at 20 and 23, closer than ever but keeping it as low-key as possible.

you proceeded to listen to jude comment on each tweet, each one funnier than the last. "I swear some of these people have got to be fbi trained." he shook his head and you hummed in response, nearly jumping up when jude yelled out in shock.

"listen to this one," he turned from his position on the couch to look at you in front of the bed. "in early 2023, jude followed jamie back on Instagram and 6 months later she got her job as liverpool's p.r manager. hours later after the announcement the entire squad followed her back, the first of them being trent. jamie and trent have been seen together a lot from then on and she's even tagged him in multiple of her Instagram stories. now what do we know about trent? he plays for england. who else plays for england? jude. where is jamie right now? in barcelona with jude."

you were left dumbfounded, jude staring at you with his eyes wide and obviously impressed. "well that's one way to connect the dots I guess." you shrugged your shoulders, "they're not wrong but they're not quite right either."

a scoff left jude's mouth and he got up from the couch to look out the ceiling-to-floor window looking out at the city. "trent's not the middleman here though. like dude you and I aren't dating so there's no need."

he was right, there was no need for a middleman. it was just pure coincidence but obviously people wouldn't think of it like that. "and I thank the lord for that every single day."

he pulled a face, "stop being dramatic. I'm not that bad and you know it."

you hummed out in debate, getting your things so you could go and shower. "I mean judging by your lack of female interaction--"

before you could finish a pillow was hurled straight at you causing you to yelp out, getting ready to days for the bathroom before he could throw another.

"I talk to woman!" he yelled out after you and you laughed a little louder than intended which prompted him to get another pillow.

"female reporters don't count jude!"

you slammed the bathroom door shut just as he threw the pillow again, a loud thud echoing through the room before it dropped to the floor along with jude's hands. he huffed out in frustration, complaining for a good few minutes before he came to a conclusion that made you double over in laughter.

"just for that, I'll be keeping my eye out for interns from now on! if I marry a reporter one day I'll make sure not to invite you just out spite!"

your first morning in barcelona consisted of nothing but peace. the view you woke up to was breathtaking, definitely the most beautiful sunrise you had ever seen. you took your time getting ready before breakfast and made sure to put together the best outfit you could manage seeing as it was rare that you got to wear summer attire.

jude shot you the most confused look to date when he saw your top. he hit you with the "woman stopped wearing corsets decades ago so I'm a bit confused as to why you're torturing yourself right now."

it took a bit to explain to him that you weren't suffering at all, but he still didn't understand and left it at that so the two of you could head to a restaurant for breakfast. every step you took your eye was caught by something more beautiful than the last, your heart strings tugging in the summer heat.

"I've made up my mind. I'm coming to visit you every three months."

jude didn't oppose the idea and instead encouraged it, saying that he needed a bit more company. everything was recorded, you had your phone out and your camera for double the footage, talking to the camera as you carried on with your day.

"do you really have to film everything?" jude asked from across your table at the outdoor seating area of the restaurant as you waited for your breakfast.

you made a sound at the back of your throat and continued to go through the footage you had so far. "unlike you, I have a social media presence and people enjoy the content that I put out okay?"

"uh huh." his eyes wandered over you silently until he was told to check your instagram story, and of course he reposted it being the absolutely amazing friend he was and not because he was in any way forced to do it...

spamjam._. added to their story!

"I don't think anyone understands how crazy it is to hear jude speak in spanish so casually." you turned your camera to look at jude opposite you, adorning an expression of offence.

you suppressed a smile. "this is the same boy who asked me if 'lethargic' was an actual word or if I made it up by the way."

that hit a nerve for him and he put down his fork, and pointed a finger at you while explaining the pointlessness of the word and just how stupid it was. "who uses the word lethargic jamie?" he raised his hands waiting for an answer.

your laugh could be heard behind the camera, obvious judgement in your tone as you teased him. "people who have a vocabulary level that exceeds year 6."

jude shot you an 'oh really look' clearly not buying your reasoning. "just say that you're tired," he grew a bit more defensive and you tried to speak over him but he continued on. "it's never that deep."

you laughed again, telling him that he literally just proved your point. you could feel the stares that you were getting from people passing by— just trying to enjoy their peaceful thursday morning without two idiots arguing about words.

the banter went on for a bit, the camera now set on the edge of the table so that both you and jude were in the frame, tension heightened as you debated. he shrugged his shoulders eventually, "lethargic is not that big of a word either. it's just unnecessary--"

your eyebrows raised, "--oh really?"

he nodded in confirmation, as to say that it was obvious and that he wasn't an idiot. so you did the only correct thing at the moment which brought a wave of nostalgia to wash over jude who couldn't help but laugh.

"spell lethargic then."

he hesitated for a moment, wondering if you were being serious. "go on then, prove me wrong." you urged him, and obviously, he took up the challenge because jude bellingham was not a quitter.

"L I--"

you cut him off with a proud smile, "wrong!"

"L A--"

"wrong!"

by now jude was dumbfounded, immediately reaching out for his cellphone to google the absurd word only to find out that it was spelt with an E. you hummed happily as he complained once again, saying that spelling it with an E didn't make any sense.

"jude victor william bellingham," you began with a smile and he shook his head. "one of real madrid and england's star players at the age of 20 yet he can't spell 'lethargic'."

the rest of the day played out smoothly— sightseeing, shopping till jude's entire backseat was covered in bags, a trip to the beach and using jude as your personal photographer and videographer. now that was what you called a vacation.

the last stop the two of you were going to make would be a small picnic to wrap up the evening seeing as jude would be at practice all-day tomorrow before the match later that evening. either way you wouldn't be alone because jobe would be flying down the morning, so you were more than excited to pick him up at the airport.

your picnic blanket was set down on the grass at a park, and once again the scenery had you gawking. the sunset was to die for, the atmosphere was chirpy yet peaceful and in all honesty if this was your last moment alive you wouldn't have any regrets.

you let out a content sigh, "if this is what being a wag is like then I might have to hit up victoria beckham for some pointers."

jude let out a laugh from beside you, watching silently as you pointed your vlog camera to the sky— moving it from side to side as you took in the scenery.

"I mean you have some good candidates, and you're already in the industry so it's just up to you." he nudged you on the shoulder. "make the move jamie."

a sigh escaped your lips at the fact that he was right. everything was played out in your favour and you needed to use it to your advantage. "I'll dm colwill when we get back to the hotel."

jude doubled over in laughter at your comment but you kept your attention on your camera, settling it down in front of the both of you. "he's younger than you."

you shrugged your shoulders to dismiss his note. "age is just a number or something."

that made you both smile but for two completely different reasons. jude found it funny whereas you were washed with an unfamiliar feeling, your mind flashing back to yours and trent's midnight mcdonald's run when he said the exact same thing.

that remembrance made you keep a mental note to call him later, just to see how things were holding up on that side.

the conversation picked up again when you shut off your camera. and of course, it took the emotional route at the hour of vulnerability. it hopped from family to work to comfortability in your respective situations in a matter of seconds.

it was nice for jude to have this time to talk about stuff like this, you knew he appreciated moments like this where he could express himself more freely without a language barrier or slight anxiety.

when he first left for madrid you remembered the five-hour conversation you had over the phone because he couldn't fall asleep, too unsure and unfamiliar with his surroundings to be able to settle in. with that, you made sure to check up on him daily before bed.

time zones didn't stop you and never would, especially with someone you considered family. jude and jobe were easily younger brothers to you— jude being the irritating younger brother who acted as if he were older than you and jobe being the sweet younger brother that needed constant affection.

you cared for them both dearly, making time to see each other whenever you could when you schedules were free.

"so you found the apartment?" jude asked and popped a grape into his mouth while he listened to you talk about your move out of your sister's house.

maya and noah were moving to london at the beginning of next year, which just so happened to be two months from now. which honestly was a great idea and you were super excited for them, but it was the househunting the was an issue for you because you were so picky.

you weren't too worried about the rent, the main issue was the interior so you took it upon yourself to do some drastic redecorating when you found one. and in four months it was ready, the only thing it was missing was you.

you nodded happily, "I can move in whenever I'm ready."

your answer made jude smile. be knew just how excited you were to finally move into a place of your own because all you'd been doing was saving up. "which is..."

"which is before christmas. and I have a little surprise on the way as well," you retorted in excitement but jude's thoughts immediately went to pregnancy and you could see it on his face, judging by how quickly his eyes dropped to your stomache.

the sun had fully set now, the air beginning to chill but not in a way that had you shivering, but in a way that made you feel relieved. basking in the atmosphere took your mind elsewhere, a glimmer of something in the back of your mind flashing.

your stomach dropped at the memory. one of the many that you've recently.

"we have to go to spain." the glee in your voice bounced off the walls of the bedroom, back to the bed where you and your boyfriend were lying.

he chuckled at your antics and the way that your grip tightened on his torso, his fingers lightly tracing your shoulder. "we'll go anywhere you like baby." he kissed the top of your head.

you looked up at him with doe eyes. "really?"

michael flashed an adoring smile, the same one that showed just how smitten he was for you. you felt a chill run down your spine at the touch of his fingers on your cheeks. "I'd do anything for you."

your throat stung at the memory, something that weighed so heavily on your chest. moments where you two promised to build a family together resurfaced, where you promised to always be there for each other, but this time accompanied by a bitter taste.

you'd accomplished so much these past few months and he wasn't there to witness it like he said he would. there weren't any flowers or handwritten cards with a hug that made you melt. you could still hear his voice sometimes and the way he would speak to you so gently.

at your graduation you could barely enjoy the moment because while being onstage you saw his face in the crowd, an unreadable expression and the words "I'm so proud of you, love" floating aimlessly through the air.

everything he ever said to you was now floating aimlessly through the air.

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"there's my favourite boy!"

you had your arms spread for a hug as you watched jobe walk up to you with a sheepish smile. you could tell that he was a slight bit embarrassed, but gave in anyway and dropped his bags to embrace you.

he had grown a freakishly large amount since the last time you saw him— towering over you would be an understatement and it took every bit of you not to feel overwhelmed, but how could you when he was so freaken cute??

a shy chuckle came from jobe as you continued to hug him, your arms tightly wrapped around in torso. "you can carry on when we get back to the hotel, people have places to be."

that wasn't good enough of an excuse for you. "they can let me have my moment."

when you got back to the hotel, jude wasn't there as suspected but all your bags were already packed for tomorrow morning's early flight back to madrid. the rest of the day was spent just relaxing in the hotel room and catching up as usual because you didn't want to waste your energy and fall asleep half way into the first half of the match.

"I can't believe I'm about to watch barça and madrid play," jobe commented as he scrolled through his twitter feed.

you two were settled comfortably on the couch set with snacks and the t.v playing as background noise. when you didn't reply he looked up from his phone, only to see you glued to your own with a lopsided smile.

it was unlike you to ignore him, even if it were by accident so it raised some suspicion. he kicked your thigh in an attempt to gain your attention but it didn't work, your fingers typing away at the keyboard for whatever reason. he didn't want to be one of those brothers and take your phone right out of hand and see what had you so interested— that was jude's job.

so instead he resorted to kicking you over and over until you eventually got irritated and yelped out in pain. "jobe my leg," you groaned and began to rub your thigh that he'd been taking hits at.

when you looked at him again his expression had changed, his lips slightly parted in shock. you asked him what the issue was and all he could manage was a scoff of disbelief. there'd only been one other instance where he'd seen you act like this before, and he tried to forget it at most.

"who are you talking to?"

jobe wasn't one to pry and you knew that, and when he did it was out of genuine concern. you cleared your throat awkwardly. "just a friend."

his eyes narrowed at your answer, knowing he caught you. "you don't have friends." in no way did he mean to offend you by saying that, because it was true and as clear as day. he knew you too well, maybe you could hide things from jude for a bit but with jobe it was different because everything came out unintentionally.

a sigh of defeat escaped your mouth and you set your phone down on your lap. "this is a situation my friend is in right now. you're not going to ask any questions okay?"

jobe nodded his head eagerly and sat upright so he could pay more attention. and just like that, you found yourself lost in the explanation and you were sure you nearly namedropped at least thrice but jobe remained attentive and gave his word when needed.

"I mean if they aren't dating then there should be nothing wrong with you--"

you gave jobe a look and he immediately retracted his last word.

"your friend. your friend, not you," he corrected sheepishly and you nodded.

he thought the idea was dumb. you could've just said that you were talking about yourself and he wouldn't have bugged you... that much. "your friend isn't overstepping any boundaries by the sound of it. so she should just go with the flow--"

you couldn't believe that you were taking relationship advice from an 18-year-old right now. this was your lowest. "--whatever happens, happens."

whatever happens, happens.

his advice genuinely seemed to shift some gears in your mind, and you wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in a bear hug. so that's exactly what you did. "have I ever told you how much I love you?"

the question made him stifle a laugh, the boy tightening his grip around your shoulders as you lay on top of him. "I want to say yes but no."

you slapped his arm jokingly. "you're my favourite brother too. but don't tell jude."

"how can I not??"

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whats the logic behind your iterator ocs names?

i smashed bricks with my head until i found some words i associated with them, then turned those into silly phrases, inspired by the 2-4 word names of the iterators in game. thank you No Significant Harassment and Five Pebbles and Sliver of Straw and everyone else for reminding me that the names can really be anything, as long as you want them to

the "logic" itself is like

HS - stars, shockingly. make that stargazing. guess he does that a lot. let's call it a habit. sorry man

BROS - the most fun one to me, while also the most difficult to explain? i associate them with constant movement/"change", living in the moment in a way. someone who wouldn't sit down and analyze every aspect of themself- a quick glance would be enough, so they can move on to the next most exciting thing

SDA - i sure hope they get lots of peaceful dreams.

(they do not. but i imagine their creators wouldnt just doom someone with a bad name. maybe it's something they wished for themselves?)

TFB - seven red suns. five pebbles. many ancient names...... there are numbers in those....... wonder if i can give one of my guys a number too. turns out i can, and it's the most obvious nature association ever. flowers! yay!

VOS - something about both the literal rain world void and the loneliness and isolation of this one's existence. and their design making me think of a black hole. how can i describe this feeling without using any of those words

this does get funnier when you try to imagine the ancients trying to name their newly built superstructures these

also no "official" name for the Arid Outpost one because it was never finished by the ancients : )

#im awful at naming things sorry #ask

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wasting your tongue - eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: After becoming close classmates with Eddie, you soon learn that he could fuck love you better than your boyfriend ever could basically you’re chrissy and this is how things should have ended that night in the trailer if st4 didn’t happen

a/n: Not Allowed by TV Girl has been stuck in my head for the past who knows how many weeks and heavily inspire this piece, so please listen to this song as you read its the soundtrack to this story lmao (song linked below)

Cw: NSFW, 18+, swearing, angst, heavy making out, touching, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), fluff, angst with a happy ending, implied p in v sex, f/m orgasm, not sure how to tag it all cuz its my first smut piece but its pretty mild/vanilla tbh

Minors dni!

So how should you begin this? You guess it started when you were with him. And how he never even took you out to dance or barely fucked with any rhythm. He was playing with your head and poor Eddie was on the sidelines of it all; but not for long.

You were a beautiful and popular cheerleader that just so happened to be in the same elective class as resident D&D playing metal head, Eddie Munson.

On the first day of class, you two had sat next to each other and ended up being paired together on classwork throughout the school year.

You often got to talking about things beyond class material. Turns out, Eddie was actually really cool and smart and funny. And it didn’t take too long for him to realize that you were a lot nicer and funnier and down to earth than he imagined too.

As the weeks passed by, you settled into a rhythm where you and Eddie would get to class and instantly start talking about anything and everything. You always asked how each other’s days were and what new music or movie recommendations you had for the other.

“Oh I couldn’t watch that, well, at least not with my boyfriend. He hates scary movies.”

“Yeah well it sounds like your boyfriend’s a little—“ bitch is how Eddie wanted to finish that statement, but when he sees the little quirk on your eyebrow he cuts himself off.

“What were you gonna say,” you press curiously.

“Nothing,” Eddie nervously laughs as he rubs his hand on the back of his neck.

“C’mon finish that sentence Eddie, I know you want to,” you egged him on.

“Uh, was just gonna say he’s a little scaredy cat,” he shrugs in attempted nonchalance, cheeks ablaze.

“Uh huh, sure,” you replied unconvincingly. Smiling at how flustered he got.

The banter you and Eddie had never failed to make you laugh and you always ended up thinking about the conversations you had with him for the rest of the day.

Before you knew it, you were looking forward to that elective class every day just so you could spend time with Eddie. Sometimes you even fantasized about things you would want to say to him and the things he might say back to you.

The subject matter of your conversations didn’t even have to be anything special. Sometimes, it just helped to have a listening ear for whatever cheer drama was going on or which classes were stressing you out.

As a distraction, Eddie would tell you some silly story about the boys in his Hellfire Club or what crazy thing happened last time he played with Corroded Coffin.

Upon finding out he was in a band, you knew you would just die to see him perform one day. But you knew you probably never would because his performance times always conflicted with your cheer practice or homework schedule.

Not to mention, your boyfriend, the captain of the basketball team, would absolutely flip his shit at the idea of his girl sneaking out at night to see some other guy.

It wouldn’t be like that though. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be. But now it might be since things haven’t been going so well for you and your boyfriend.

You had been dating him for a while, but lately, you’ve been fighting a lot. He blames it on the stress of basketball season, but you don’t fully believe that.

For one, you’re a cheerleader all year round, what’s your excuse? But more than anything, things just feel off with him and your gut tells you it's not just because of basketball.

Sometimes, you want to tell Eddie about it. You don’t think your friends or your family would really understand and somehow, it feels like he might. But you also feel kind of weird talking about it to Eddie because you don’t want to complain or worry him.

So even though you don’t talk about it, at first, Eddie definitely notices a difference in your energy. Or maybe it's the fact that it's the third day in a row that you’ve come to class with a frown that drapes across your pretty lips.

At this point, Eddie has already started falling for you, hard, but he knows nothing could ever happen between you two. Despite the banter that often feels like shameless flirting, he knows there's a limit to your connection, so he tries to keep his hope at a zero.

On days when he can’t, he reminds himself that even if you weren’t taken, there’s no way the queen of Hawkins High would ever want anything to do with the school freak.

But it’s because of these feelings that it pains him to see you with your boyfriend. What’s worse is that Eddie knows deep down that he can treat you so much better than he ever could.

He even fantasizes about all the ways he could. He knows you and him would be a long shot, but if he can’t have you in real life, he can at least have you in his daydreams.

Eddie sees it clear as day that this guy is playing with your head. If it were him, he’d much rather play with your…

Has your boyfriend ever made you cum? It’s obvious that the jackass has made you cry. Eddie knows he could do the exact opposite, if given the opportunity.

One day after school, at a Hellfire Club meeting, one of the boys pulls out an old yearbook. Eddie snatches it from him and flips through the pages to find your picture. It’s with him, in the class superlatives: cutest couple.

Your boyfriend has his arm around you. You’re practically matching: him in his lime green basketball uniform and you in that cute little green and yellow cheer number smiling up at him as he smiles into the camera.

He could stare at that picture for the rest of the campaign just thinking, God, I wish that was me. But he knows it's different because you actually love your boyfriend, or so you say.

Sometimes when you talk about your boyfriend, all he can think is, you're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies. If it were me, I’d rather waste mine between your thighs.

Eddie should be disgusted and ashamed at some of the thoughts he’s had of you. Like when he lies awake at night and images of you flood through his mind while his hand is rapidly jerking up and down and quiet obscenities escape his lips as his skin glistens with sweat.

He has such a sick and twisted imagination, but hey, shouldn’t that at least count for something?

Around you, he can push those thoughts to the sidelines. The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable or jeopardize the fact that the prettiest girl in school actually likes talking to him, even if it's only for 50 minutes a day.

So when things start getting worse with your boyfriend, Eddie makes it his personal mission to turn your frown upside down at any given opportunity.

He doesn’t know what to say otherwise, but he knows laughter is the best medicine, so he’lll always do something silly to make you laugh and take your mind off of him or whatever else might be stressing you out.

It doesn’t escape your notice how happy you feel when you’re with Eddie. How his smile makes your heart skip a beat. Or how he looks at you in this sincere way that seems so effortless for him but is the only time you ever truly feel seen.

But there’s also another way he looks at you. One that makes you feel like your body’s been lit on fire.

It’s on game days, when you have to wear your cheer uniform to school that Eddie loses it and just looks at you as if he could absolutely devour you.

You’re already so pretty, but in that itty bitty cheer skirt that swishes and swirls with every step you take or gently drapes the softness of your thighs when you sit? Yeah, he’s a goner.

At the sight of your legs alone, Eddie just hopes the teacher won’t make him stand up.

It’s on those days especially, when you’re all dolled up and the immaculate vision of Hawkins royalty, that he can’t believe how pretty you are and how a girl like you is even talking to him.

He tries not to let it show but you definitely notice how he’ll trip over his words or fidget with the rings on his fingers a little more than usual.

It was weird to think you had this effect on him. But it made you wonder if seeing him in his element, at Hellfire or with Corroded Coffin, might have a similar effect on you too.

Little did you know, you wouldn’t be left to wonder for long.

The night before the championship game you and your boyfriend got into a massive fight.

He always gets worked up during basketball season but he said some things you just couldn’t forgive. It was obvious: his head wasn’t in it anymore and neither was his heart.

And if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t quite in it anymore either.

You knew the timing wasn’t the best, but it seemed like there was no other option than to break things off. Neither of you were happy anymore and maybe some time apart was just what you needed.

He wasn’t particularly happy, but it made sense to him too. So you both agreed, you would spend some much needed time apart and if there was anything truly there, you would eventually find your way back to each other.

Despite knowing you made the right decision, it doesn’t stop you from crying yourself to sleep that night. It hurt to finally accept that the boy you had been with for so long and convinced yourself that you loved wouldn’t be in your life anymore.

The next day, you try to carry on like normal, but it’s obvious how terrible you feel when you come to class. No amount of makeup or hairspray could hide the fact that something was wrong, at least not to Eddie.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks as soon as you take your seat.

You could hide it from anyone else, but you knew you couldn’t hide it from Eddie.

So you tell him. You give him the gross oversimplification of the previous night's events, but one thing was clear: you had nothing to do with him anymore.

Eddie is a bit shocked to hear the news but more than anything, is proud of you for standing your ground.

“It’s tough, but you did the right thing. You deserve way better than that guy anyway.” Eddie says in a lighthearted manner, but it makes you wonder, “Like who?”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, taken aback by the question. “What?”

“What kind of guy do you think I deserve Eddie?” You ask innocently.

Eddie scratches at the back of his neck nervously, trying to play it off by saying, “Oh well, you know, obviously, Prince Charming.”

“What do you think my Prince Charming would be like?” You asked with naive doe eyes.

Eddie is sure you must be playing with him. You have to know what effect you were having on him or why else would you be putting him through such torture?

“Uh let’s see, maybe someone who knows the difference between his head and his ass.”

You giggle then look at him with a bit more seriousness, “No, really?”

“Really?”

“Yes, Eddie. Really really.”

“I dunno know,” Eddie squirms under your intense gaze.

What is he supposed to say? That you deserve someone like him? Even he knows that can’t be true. As much as he knows he could be better for you than your boyfriend ever could, he also knows that deep down, he would never be worthy of a girl like you.

“Eddie,” you coaxed.

He looks at you with a straight face1, seriousness laced in his features in a way he’s never shown before. In an instant, the energy in his body, the energy in the room, everything about you two shifts.

“You deserve the world. Simple as that.”

He turns his attention to the assignment in front of you two. He takes the wooden pencil in his hand and scribbles something down.

You slightly gasp, taken aback by not only his answer, but his sincerity too.

And then it hits you: it’s Eddie.

Eddie was the one who always made you laugh. He was the shoulder you knew you could cry on. He was the one that truly made you feel alive.

And suddenly, it’s like you’re seeing him for the first time. Eddie, and his beautiful long brown hair that flows down his head. Eddie and the cute wrinkles starting to form between his eyebrows. Eddie with his big brown eyes that you love, cast down, lashes fluttering above his cheeks. Eddie and his smooth button nose pointed downward hanging over his delicate full lips. Lips that you always kind of wondered what they would feel like against yours, but pushed the thought to the back of your mind, till now.

The sound of the pencil scratching the paper catches your attention and you look down to admire the way Eddie’s slender fingers wrap around the pencil. The chunky silver rings adorning each one. The muscles in his forearm flex as he flips the pencil around to erase something.

You gulp, dry throated. Eddie feels your gaze, and for a second, flits his eyelashes up, gazing into your eyes. Your breath is caught in your throat. He offers a small, nervous smile before turning back to the paper in front of him.

You blink rapidly and pretend to turn your attention back to the assignment as heat explodes in your cheeks.

How could you not see it before? All this time and he was right in front of you. Eddie Munson, your knight in shining armor.

Before class ends, you make sure to tell him, “You should come to the game today.”

“Uh, no thanks.”

“What? Why not?”

“Not exactly my scene sweetheart.”

Eddie’s called you this many times before. It’s a nickname you hadn’t really given much thought to. But now? Something about the way he says it makes you feel like your entire body has been lit on fire.

“Still, it could be fun. And besides, isn’t one of your friends on the team?”

“Lucas?”

“Yeah, you guys should come out and support him. It is the championship game after all.”

“Oh the championship game is it now,” he mocks you and you roll your eyes.

“I’m serious Eddie.”

“Can’t. Got a Hellfire meeting after school.”

“The game’s not till 7:00, you can come after.”

Eddie furrows his eyebrows, “You know that’s not really my thing. Last I checked, freaks and athletes don’t exactly mix.”

“Please, Eddie,” you jut out your bottom lip.

His features soften, unable to withstand the temptation.

As a cherry on top, you add, “For me?”

Eddie feels something stir in his chest as he looks into your gleaming eyes, your sweet face he has a really hard time saying no to.

“You really want me there?” He asks, apprehensive to accept the reality that you’re asking this of him.

You nod, smiling at him pleadingly.

He exhales “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

And sure enough, you spot him in the stands later that evening surrounded by other boys with wild hair and all black outfits. Throughout the game, you look in his direction, hoping he’ll see you.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie spotted you from the moment he walked into the sweaty old gym. There’s no way in hell he would’ve come here otherwise, but for you, the boy would move mountains.

At the moment you see each other at the same time, you lock eyes and give him your brightest smile. And for the rest of the game you and Eddie can’t keep your eyes off each other. Each routine you perform, it’s like you’re performing it all for him, and only him.

Your ex, squeaking his shoes across the waxed wooden floor of the court is right in front of your face, but long forgotten in your mind.

Because the cheer team only has a few routines that get cycled throughout the game, Eddie starts to pick up on a few of them and mimics your movements in the stands anytime the team makes a point. Seeing him do candlesticks and daggers or wave an imaginary pompom makes you giggle and almost forget your next step.

It’s not until a half court shot is made that Eddie does a blade and accidentally thwacks a younger boy with curly brown hair standing next to him in the face that you laugh out loud. The girls closest to you in your formation look at you funny.

Even across the court, you can tell the younger boy yells something like “what the hell” to Eddie. Eddie brings him in a head lock and nuzzles his cheek against the younger boy's head. He smiles at you and winks before telling something to the boy that you hope is along the lines of an apology.

It makes your heart warm to know Eddie came out tonight and see him so happy and comfortable with people you assume to be his friends.

By the end of the game, the tigers have won and you’re doing the victory routine with the squad.

As the teams go into the locker room and they start clearing out the gym, some of the girls in the squad try to catch your attention. They invite you to go out to whoever's house for a victory after party, but you have better plans. Even if they’re with someone who just doesn’t know it yet.

You search for Eddie, having lost him in the crowd as attendees dispersed toward the exit.

He must be outside already. You grab your cheer bag and head outside. As you exit the gym doors, you look around. The sun has already set and the streetlights in the school parking lot have turned on. Dozens of people are milling about. He could be anywhere.

You scan your surroundings and out of the corner of your eye, you see a group of boys huddled around the corner of the building. You hear a cacophony of loud male voices, but a particular one stands out to you.

You squint in their direction, and sure enough, you see that familiar head of wild wavy hair. You start walking over. A few of the boys notice you and say something to Eddie.

Eddie’s caught mid laughter and turns to look in your direction.

“Eddie,” you call out and wave. Eddie smugly grins. He says something to the boys and starts walking toward you. You run over to him, bag hitting the side of your leg. When he’s close enough you drop the bag and practically jump into his arms.

“You came,” you squeal as he wraps his arms around you and chuckles.

“Only ‘cause you practically begged me.” He says into your hair. You squeeze him tight once more and pull away.

“Don’t act like you weren’t having fun Munson. I saw you cheering in the stands.” You lean forward and cup your hand around your mouth to whisper, “Between you and me, the cheer squad could really use someone like you.”

Eddie smirks and in his D&D voice says, “As flattered as I am, I’m afraid I have to humbly reject the advances of the beloved Hawkins High cheer team.”

You smile at him in glee but it fades away as you look behind Eddie. You see his friends whispering and looking at you and Eddie. Eddie follows your gaze and turns over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about them. They’re just being a bunch of dorks,” he says the last part loudly while pointedly looking at them.

You laugh nervously. “Hey, um, are you doing anything after this?”

Eddie looks at you and quirks an eyebrow. Eddie didn’t have anything to do besides maybe give a few of the boys a ride home, and even then, he knew they could find someone else to do that.

“No, not really.”

“Some of the girls from the squad invited me to some party tonight,” you say. Eddie’s features drop at your words till you add, “But um, I don’t think that’s exactly my scene right now.”

“Oh,” he responds, lips forming in a circle. Eddie’s features brighten slightly, but he keeps it restrained. He’s not sure what’s happening right now, but it sounds like you’re about to ask him something.

He’s not sure if you’ll be bold and actually ask it but he’s too afraid to be bold and somehow fuck things up by asking for you, so he stays silent.

You look between his eyes, hope lingering in the air as he searches yours too. “Do you maybe… wanna do something tonight?”

And for some reason, Eddie’s eyes quickly flit up and down your body. Here you are, in your cute little cheer uniform, asking him out. Out of your own free will. You’re asking Eddie “The Freak” Munson if he wants to do something with you. He’s gotta be dreaming. There’s no way this can be real.

“Yeah,” he chokes. All sense of pride out the door. No pretense of playing things cool anymore. He’s been dreaming about this moment since you sat next to him that first day of class.

You’d hoped he’d respond as such. In fact, you half expected him to. But as much of an ego boost as this interaction might’ve been from any other guy, you’re still nervous because this is Eddie Munson we’re talking about.

Your Eddie. Eddie with the wild hair and chunky rings. Eddie with the shit eating grin and sweet expressive eyes. Eddie who can make you smile no matter what. Eddie who knows you inside, and pretty soon, out.

You start walking past his group of friends who wolf whistle at the both of you. Eddie flips them off and yells out a few harmless threats at them. You nervously laugh, but the nervousness lingers as you approach his van.

On school grounds, the ball is in your court, but as you drive away, it becomes apparent that the ball is now in his. You’re no longer the bold confident girl standing outside the gym. Now, you’ve resorted to the shy nervous girl fidgeting with the zipper of her jacket in his passenger seat.

In a similar manner, Eddie is no longer the awestruck, can’t believe he got the girl, boy he was in the school parking lot. Now he’s the cocky guy who's taking the queen of Hawkins High home with him.

But it doesn’t take away from the fact that he picks up on your nervousness. “Hey, we don’t have to do this, you know. Just say the word and I can take you back home and we can pretend like this never happened. Scouts honor.“

“No!” You yelp. Eddie looks at you for a brief moment before returning his eyes to the road.

“No I…I don’t want that.”

Eddie looks at you apprehensively.

“I want… you.” You say, the taste of the words foreign on your tongue but delicious nonetheless.

Eddie looks at you in confusion, “You do?”

“Mhm,” you respond, confidence slowly coming back and reappearing in your smile.

A moment of silence passes between you two as Eddie contemplates your words.

“Okay, well tell me sweetheart, how exactly do you want me?” Eddie grins with a hint of smugness.

He’s trying not to let it go to his head that this moment is happening right now, but god does it feel so good to know he has you in the palm of his hand. That you want this just as much as he does too.

“Any way you’ll have me,” you sweetly say, voice practically dripping with honey.

That was as much a green light as Eddie’s cynical ears had ever heard. It takes everything in him not to just simultaneously combust at the revelation.

And before either of you know it, you’re standing at his doorstep, just like he’s always imagined. And pretty soon he’s licking sweat off of your forehead, just like he’s always imagined.

Your leather jackets, his biker and yours letterman, hit the ground and Eddie’s ready to act fast. He’s not sure if the sense of urgency comes from wanting to do something before you change your mind or just making up for lost time.

He brings his hands to the backs of your thighs and picks you up in one swift movement. He carries you to his room and roughly lays you on the bed.

“Eddie,” you whine between kisses. His full pink lips a delightful refuge for yours.

“Sorry princess,” he mumbles against your lips, “Got a little carried away.”

You feel him smiling against your lips and your tongue acts on its own to swipe against his lips.

Your kiss grows hot and heavy. Desperate and needy. Your bodies crave the other's touch. The satisfaction is only less than a school year in the making.

Your lips intertwine as you explore the other's mouth. Hands grazing every square inch of the other's body. Moans and whines and whimpers fill the air.

And when he puts his finger in your mouth, you close your eyes and lips, swirling your tongue around it.

It’s like there's wires in your mind and Eddie is sewing them together. His touch and his taste have them rubbed and severed by the heat.

And soon, his touch migrates south. As he moves from your lips to your jaw, he pauses at your neck.

Before he can move any further you pull away and look at him fondly.

“Is everything okay?” He asks, interpreting your pause as hesitation.

“Yeah,” you swoon at his glazed over eyes and kiss swollen lips. His features illuminated by the soft yellow haze of the lamps in his room.

“You sure? ‘Cause we can stop at any time. I don’t want you to feel like–”

You bring a hand up to cup his cheek. “Shh. I don’t want to stop. I’m just… taking in the fact that this is finally happening.”

Eddie cocks his head to the side, leaning into your touch, and smiles. “Finally? You been daydreaming about me or something princess?”

You look at him like a deer caught in headlights. Eddie’s hand, rubbing circles into the fabric covering your waist, squeezes.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” he leans down to press more soft kisses along your neck. You hum and instinctively bring your hand to his head, running your fingers through his hair.

“I might’ve had a daydream about you here or there too.” His kisses start becoming sloppy and you withhold a moan desperately trying to make its way out of your mouth.

“A daydream? O-or a wet dream,” you try to tease until his lips find a particularly sensitive spot making you whimper.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he mumbles against your skin, lips curved in a self-satisfied grin.

“Y–” You half attempt a sarcastic response, but Eddie’s mouth sucking and teeth nipping at the sensitive spot cut you short.

He’s sure to leave evidence of his touch. If your brain wasn’t going into sensory overload, you would make a note to self that you’ll probably have to wear a turtleneck or scarf tomorrow.

As desire takes over, your clothes are ripped off and thrown on the floor. Eddie hungrily looks at you and you give him an equally devourful look at the sight of his inked skin. All burning cheeks and sweaty foreheads.

Your lips return to each other like opposite ends of a magnet. Your hands keep wandering and warm bodies keep moving in a deliciously electrifying rhythm till Eddie makes his way down.

His tongue is finally wasting its time right between your thighs like he mentally promised you so long ago. His expert movements creating a coil of tension deep within the pit of your stomach

His tongue tastes and caresses while his lips suck and brush in all the right places. His movements add to the ever growing tension of the coil till it reaches a breaking point and snaps.

Your legs shake and back arches at the pleasure. A pleasure you never even knew existed till now. It takes over you, possesses you mind, body and soul.

You’re crying out Eddie’s name, fists tightening and pulling the hair at his scalp. You’re whimpering and shaking as he smiles into your wet skin.

He hooks his hands around your thighs to ground you as he continues to supply white hot pleasure sourced at the apex of your thighs and delivered to every square inch of your body.

“Just like that,” he coaxes into you, words vibrating in the place you need it most. “All for you princess.”

You’re crying from the pleasure. It’s too much yet all too good. It all feels right. Like all along, it was supposed to be like this. Why did you ever waste your time believing otherwise?

Eddie’s own body is electric. Buzzing with anticipation. Red hot blood pumping violently throughout his veins. As much as he loves kissing every inch and curve of your body, there’s one place he needs to feel most. He needs to go to the place you two will call home.

You’re dizzy from the heat, but use the moment Eddie reaches over to his bedside table to catch a breath.

“God you taste so sweet,” Eddie purrs as he rummages around and pulls out a little square packet.

“But to be honest princess, I’m just dying to know how good you feel.”

If you’re being honest, you’re dying to know just how good he feels too. You tell him so and he leans over to sloppily kiss you. You can practically taste yourself on his lips as your mouths languidly connect to the other.

He pulls away and looks you in the eyes. He holds your gaze for a moment before softly asking, “Do you want to keep going?”

You nod, not as eagerly as you feel, still recovering from the crash of euphoria. “More than anything Eddie.” You run a hand over his head and let it rest at his jaw. You pull his face forward and give him a quick kiss.

“Please… wanna feel you.”

Eddie grunts and scrunches his face. His breath is heaving. He can’t believe this is actually happening. Should he pinch himself? He has to be dreaming.

He opens his eyes and sees you with your hair disheveled across the pillow, cheeks flushed and mouth open in a shy smile. He grins back at you.

As he rolls the condom on, he smiles to himself and says, “Can’t believe this is happening. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” you squeak as Eddie starts to line himself up with your entrance.

He freezes, eyelashes touch his eyelids as he peers up at you. He cocks his head to the side. “You… what? How long?”

You giggle. “Do you remember that week when one of your favorite band’s new albums came out so you kept humming it all throughout class and almost got in trouble?”

He smiles and nods.

“You were humming and like bopping your head back and forth and you kept trying to sing the lyrics but you didn’t have them fully memorized yet so you were kinda just loudly singing gibberish at me?”

He squints and smiles, “Yeah, I remember but what does that have to do with it?”

“You were just really, I don’t know, revved up. It was kinda hot to see you like that.”

Shocked was an understatement for Eddie. He had no idea you ever paid attention to him in that way, let alone felt the way you did.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. That and I also saw you without that bulky jacket and vest for the first time. That Hellfire Club shirt really does wonders for your upper body.”

Eddie chuckles. “So the Hellfire shirt did it for you too?”

You giggled, “Yeah. I mean, I know music is something you’re passionate about but seeing you so excited about it in that way… It was like you just had this raw, wild, almost animalistic energy that was… such a turn on. And I was seeing you like that in a classroom. I couldn’t even imagine what that kind of passion and energy would look like…“

“In the bedroom?”

You look at him shyly, “Mhm.”

“Looks like we're in a bedroom now. Still curious?”

“Mhm,” you hum with outstretched arms and grabby hands. You reach forward to pull his body closer to you.

He leans in for a kiss, but stops right before your lips touch. “What’s the magic word sweetheart?”

“Please?” You whimper.

“Uh uh. I want you to tell me what you want.”

“I-I want to see your passion and–”

“Nope,” he says firmly, fingers teasingly along your exposed skin.

“I… want you?”

“Getting closer,” he hums between sloppy kisses placed along your sternum.

“I want you inside me?”

“Almost,” he chuckles as he places a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I want you to rock my world? I don’t know. I just want you Eddie, right now. I want you so badly,” you whine, legs bobbing up and down.

Eddie chuckles at your needy response, ego boosting at the way you beg. “You mean that princess?”

But before you can even respond, the same animalistic energy you just mentioned takes over Eddie in that moment. He wants to show you just what kind of passion and energy he can give to you.

The adrenaline takes hold over you both. Your eyes trail to the muscles flexing in his abdomen. Slowly, Eddie began to move into you making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He starts off slow, not wanting to rush or cause any pain. But then you felt him, all of him, and it was better than you ever imagined. It drove you wild.

He began to rock to a slow and steady rhythm, and it was already better than anything you had ever experienced before.

“Eddie. Need more.” You gasped as you clutched the sheets.

And like the flip of a switch, heat and fervor filled the room. Eddie answered your prayers and picked up the pace. You locked your arms around his neck and held him close to you. Eddie groped your sweat coated flesh and groaned between your whimpers and moans.

He gave it all to you and savored your responsive body. “God you feel–so fucking good,” he would grunt in your neck.

“I can’t get enough Eddie,” you said. “I need you like this forever.”

Eddie hiked your leg up and hooked it around his hips. The position inflicting a newfound wave of pleasure. The coil in your stomach being brought back to life.

You grasp at his shoulders, fingernails digging into the hot skin.

“Oh Eddie,” you whimpered. Eddie leans forward for a sloppy kiss, practically sucking your mouth.

“Such a dirty fucking girl,” he mumbled against your lips. You gasped but he kissed the gasp right out of your mouth.

“You act so innocent in class with your little cheer skirt and ponytail,” he kisses you again, “But only I know how naughty you really are. Isn’t that right?”

You whimper and tightly wrap your other leg around his hip in response and Eddie chuckles. “Don’t worry princess, your secret’s safe with me.”

At this point, he’d reduced you to a mess of scattered whimpers and moans. But he’s starting to feel close and he knows you are too. Your bodies are heaving and breathless. Sweat clinging to your skin as your bodies morph into one.

It feels too good, like unearthly good. Eddie’s never even felt this way before. Like he was just made for loving you.

Eddie’s heart races as he admires the way your face tightens and screws. His skin feels alives at every point where yours touches it. As your legs cling to his hips and your arms cling around his shoulder, you press your chest against his. You whimper and breathe shallowly along his neck.

Eddie’s movements become harder and faster. His thrusts are sloppy and messy but it feels just like heaven. The hair that doesn’t cling to the sweat on his skin hangs over your face, tickling your own skin.

“Eddie, you feel so–ahh, feel so good… I’m cl–” you gasp at a particularly deep thrust, hitting a new spot within you.

“It’s okay, let go for me baby,” he coaxes. You’re on the verge of tears. The pain and pleasure becoming all too much for you. But you want it all. You want all of him right now. You run your fingers through his hair and tug lightly at the scalp. Eddies groans and kisses you passionately.

The coil of tension within you snaps. You’re crying out his name and soon he’s crying out yours too.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers into you neck as you reach your peaks.

You’re whimpering and shuddering under his touch as you see stars. He rocks you through your pleasure as you come down.

You’re breathing heavily, feeling waves of euphoria crash throughout your body. As the sensations slowly subside, you lay down blissed out with Eddie and his heavenly body lying next to you.

After a moment to catch your breath, you and Eddie turn to face each other. Eddie pulls your body against his. He wraps his arm around your waist to hold you close.

You close your eyes and smile in bliss. Eddie places soft kisses along your closed eyelids, then your nose, and ends at your mouth.

You hum contentedly and nuzzle your head into his chest.

You’re still a bit breathless but you have enough in you to say, “Oh Eddie, that was-that was so good.”

“Yeah? You liked it?”

You run your fingertips along the plane of his shoulder, “Mhm. Did you?”

“Every second of it. You did so well, baby.”

Your heart flutters at his words. You open your eyes and see him smiling down at you. You lean forward and slowly kiss him.

“You were really good too. I-I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good before.”

For a second, your praise injects a wave of pride in Eddie, but then his head comes back to earth. Was this just your way of getting over your ex? Is Eddie just a rebound for a jerk who couldn’t even treat you right?

He doesn’t want to get ahead of himself or ruin the moment so he tries to play it off by saying, “It’s what you deserve princess.”

His words ring a bell reminding you of your conversation earlier that day.

“All thanks to you, Prince Charming,” you say as you peck his lips.

“Woah, I don’t know about Prince Charming.”

“Why not?”

“I’m far from it babe. More like a lovable jester.”

“You can be my loveable jester.” You coo as you smile at him.

He looks at you quizzically, trying to see if you’re just fucking with him or not.

You notice his features and ask, “What?”

“You mean that?” He asks, voice fragile.

You nod, “Yeah, I want to give this a shot.”

Eddie laughs, “And here I was hoping we’ll still be friends after this,” Eddie says, a half joke half truth.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind, but I think I want to be more than just friends after this Munson.”

“You sure about that princess,” he asks as he leans over to kiss you. You feel the warmth of his mouth and savor the taste of his tongue.

You pull away, looking lovingly into his eyes. “More than anything in the world.”

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delu-luna · 10 months

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I guess I'm stuck in Ashley/Leon dimension now...

Here are some of my random EagleOne headcanons living rent free on my mind right now:

- Since they met in a church, Ashley would sometimes find herself visiting random churches/chapels (not even to pray, or maybe she does, wishing to meet him again) when she sees one. She makes her driver stop the car for a moment as she looks at the architecture when she doesn't have the time to see it closely. (However, I guess it's more likely for her to avoid churches since it would remind her of the Los Iluminados).they met at a church wouldn't it be a sign for wedding bells to ring?

- During their travel back to the US she requested a new phone to communicate/give updates to her friends (I assume her disappearance was excused as a vacation). She managed to get a photo of Leon while he is sleeping (or maybe he was just pretending and let her keep the photo anyway).

- Ashley gave her number to Leon because she knows he won't disclose his.

- Leon had her contact number saved as "Moushley" for a while, before she discovered and made him change it to "Ashley".

- Because of the President's busy schedule, he couldn't attend Ashley's graduation ceremony. In his place, he sent Leon to congratulate her. (He bought her a bouquet, and they had dinner at a famous restaurant, courtesy of the President). I know this one is a bit of a stretch, but I believe that Pres. Graham wouldn't be against their relationship (or at least he won't after his term ends) since he trusts Leon a lot (based on ID) plus he knows that his daughter would be in safe hands.

- Ashley decided to adopt a pet and named them "Noel" (Leon's name when reversed).

- When driving is involved Leon is banned from the steering wheel (except motorcycles?). Ashley's already Got It.

Bonus Scenario (this suddenly came to mind while writing lol):

Ashley mentioned a surprise as they were having lunch at a restaurant. She handed him a card and he read it aloud.

"Happy Father's Day..." He read it a couple more times. Ashley smiled excitedly until it was replaced by a confused look from what he said next.

"You're pregnant?" As he was saying those words Sherry appears out of nowhere behind Ashley shocked by what she heard.

"I'm what!?" There was silence for a moment. Sherry and Ashley looked at each other and burst out laughing realizing the misunderstanding.

"So...are you?." Leon tried to confirm.

"No no...am not." she says wiping the corner of her eyes from laughing too much. "Sherry and I decided to surprise you today." she continued.

"You should read the card again." Sherry said chuckling.

At the bottom part of the card it said "From: Sherry"

It turns out Sherry was granted a vacation and the day of her visit lands on Father's Day.

"Happy Father's Day Leon." Sherry greeted him.

(This was funnier and cuter in my head...Oh well...At least I managed to put in on a readable way.)

#EagleOne #leon s kennedy #ashley graham #re4make #leon x ashley #I think of them every day now #RE7 introduced me to the franchise so I'm still a newbie...#I think it's a bit ooc but I had fun writing my thoughts about them

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kerubimcrepin · 3 months

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Episode 44 - My Papycha, the Secondhand Dealer (Part 1)

I'm very normal about this episode, but thankfully, all the writings to translate will probably distract me from the need to gush about Kerubim and Joris's love for one another.

The text on the left says "PAPYCHAT!". Usually, "!" means "M" in Amaknean, but I think Joris is just very enthusiastic.

The text on the right says "BROCANTE". It means "secondhand store". Also, there's a kama there. Cute :)

"HACHE" (axe) and "BONG" (??????????????????????????????????...probably onomatopoeia for the sound that contraption he drew makes.

Doesn't make Joris writing "bong" any less funny.)

A literal bear has entered a literal china shop. Warning, warning!

To my memory, this is one of the two times old Kerubim cries during the series, the first time being when he thinks Joris will be stuck for the rest of his life in the Heads for No Tails restraint.

I think he should be legally allowed to kill that pandawa guy.

I do think he loves them, but also, something tells me, a vase that took 20 years to make probably costs an amount of money that I don't even want to fucking imagine.

"VIEUX VASE" (old vase)

WHEN WILL JORIS'S REIGN OF EVIL END? Did he steal that piece?!

Though, it seems that even without it, the vase was still restored, — because, judging from all the cracks on it, the photo was taken after The Incident. I guess this story has a happy ending, despite the missing piece.

Photo of the clock: "REVEIL" (alarm, waking up) Bottle 1: "ELIXIR" Bottle 2: "BONBON" (candy) Bottle 3: "MIEL" (honey)

(the clock itself reads "5AM". Maybe Kerubim's alarm. I doubt he makes Joris, who isn't in education, wake up so early. Or maybe Joris wakes up at 5AM and then goes back to sleep. That would be the funnier possibility.)

This action will have consequences.

DO YOU SEE WHAT I TOLD YOU ABOUT JORIS AND HIS NEED FOR ROUTINES AND HATING BEING TOLD TO GO TO SLEEP?

It's obvious that Kerubim is just trying to get him to stop asking, Joris knows that, — and it's generally always why he's being asked to go to sleep early.

The text says: "PIERRE MAGI(Q)UE" (magic stone), with "Q" (::) being accidentally replaced by "N" (:)

Joris's guesses for this thing are: "Is this a ball?", "Is this a thing to do sport with to get muscles?", "Is this a geode?" and "Is this an egg?"

Truly, he is a dedicated thinker.

"VIDE GRENIER" (attic sale)

The first two vinyls say "GUST PRODUCTION" and "SADGUIRAM#2" respectively, while the third one says "ROMAIN".

The existence of vinyls also implies the existence of bands and their fans. We already know that, and all, but this still means a lot.

I wonder if slavery has always been a thing in the World of Twelve, or if it came back in style after centuries of being out of style only in Waven. Love their nonchalant response to it, too.

Chances are, this is just normal.

SEE WHAT I MEAN WHEN I TELL YOU JORIS IS A NIGHT OWL? He is NOT good at being awake early.

I also am beginning to suspect Kerubim is a morning person, unlike Joris. hdfkghsdgf.

Kerubim makes buying things a sort of a game for them to play together, to educate Joris on how to be a salesman in the future and continue their family business, but in the process pretty much hugs him and also look at Joris's face and then hand on shoulder car door man hook car and and um and [CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] ‘GOOD LORD!’ [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] ‘WAAAAH WAAAAH’ [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] ‘WE’RE REPORTING LIVE-‘ [EXPLOSION] ‘MY LEG… MY LEG…’

Yeah I'm okay./ (starts foaming.)

"LUIS"

Joris... I have some amazing news from the future. You'll never guess.

At heart, Kerubim is an optimist, and Joris is a pessimist, and they've always been that way, even as kids. I think it's cute that they both have these contrasting characteristics, and that they've had them their whole lives.

It makes them both really like each other, — but also, probably makes them annoy each other to death, across the 600 years of coexistence.

#ep44 #ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz

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kinokoshoujoart · 2 days

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is Rock/Romeo different in the japanese ds cute?

(as someone who isn’t fluent) yea in jp romeo sounds like less of a bastard and more like idk. idiot airhead spacey naive kid? the jp version also takes him much more seriously as a love interest option which stresses me out a bit but it’s also cute

for the english version of DS and cute natsume sometimes added some arrogant douchey scum bastard zaniness to romeo’s lines to idk i guess try and match rock? (who has different speech habits / “role speech” in JP compared to romeo) and of course natsume also just handled a lot of DS lines Weirdly or Not at all

for example

the wedding vow

JP:「もう一生離さないよ♡ 」| “For the rest of my life, I’ll never let go!♡” (cute)

Natume EN: “I’ll never leave you. Heh heh.” (troubling)

the divorce fakeout event you get if you neglect your husband (the entire thing)

JP: romeo thinks you hate him and he’s sad because you don’t communicate, and says goodbye.. he comes back and apologizes and admits he never wanted to leave, he just wants to stay together and you head to sleep (all’s well that ends well)

EN: romeock thinks you hate him and he says “is it my looks? my gorgeous looks can’t be fading already, can they?!” when he comes back he’s like “i know you can’t be tired of my looks already. it must just be a phase. well time for some beauty sleep” (who the fuck said you were allowed back in)

other than stuff like that, in general i’m finding a lot of events make slightly to very more sense in japanese because often it feels like each line of dialogue was either translated too literally into english or they didn’t have context, so that also applies to romeo’s heart and random events especially later events / events after marriage / rival marriage

the entire yellow heart event didn’t make proper sense to me in english compared to japanese but one small silly example from it where (probably) no context translation made the scene 10x funnier is when he has his dramatic confession

in JP he realizes he may have hurt you by joking around and making up stories to hide his feelings and apologizes profusely. protag shakes her head no with a heart over it to be like “it’s okay <3”

in EN he asks “Can you forgive me…?” and protag does the same gesture. like “NO <3”

also neither here nor there but his relationship with Louis feels a lot more familial in japanese. in english i wanted to kick him out the window during the child discipline event. in JP it’s more silly… (i still want to kick him out the window but more affectionately…) she overall sounds a lot more idk timid in EN but in JP she’s rougher and teases and scolds him a bunch (good👍). she and her two NEET cats children are a very cute family imo

overall i find natume’s odd additions to the game incredibly funny and enhance the experience in their own way (by making it worse) and i enjoy the more bastardly creature but i also think the more serious and soft romeo is sweet. he still has a lot of “what is wrong with his brain” moments in both en and jp he’s just more douchey in english

#thank you for the ask <3 #weird how this is the opposite of the impression i got from rock sosawl #there’s points where xseed definitely made him sound less skeevy than the jp version. especially the. added event #tho in both cases the dialogue was jazzed up for the english versions just in… different directions #natsume also made rock more of a jackass jock type in the english version of AnWL #like if your kid gets into studying he has this whole fear of them becoming a nerd #they also invented the ‘if we don’t make this farm work i might have to get a job. oh man! try harder please?’#same w gustafa’s version of that event. out of nowhere he says he doesn’t mind never bathing.#look as a rock apologist rock deserves slander as punishment for various crimes. gustafa did nothing to deserve his slander #my favorite natume oopsies in this game are the two chicken men #neither mick nor purple say anything like ‘i’m your chicken man’ in japanese. i especially don’t know why purple says it in english #asks #bokumono #rock tumbling (sos)#harvest moon #hmds cute

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Bonjouuur mon amour! (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

(sorry in advance for any grammatical mistakes lol I'm really french lmao and I'm trying my hardest to write in a decent English ;-;)

I would like to make a request if you don't mind 💚

I had this idea of scenario (context->) where s/o (female) is a celestial dragon but she run away, cuz she want to help people and so her family disowned her for this "weakness" and called her a failure, and after that she meets Luffy and immediately (ofc lmao) asks her to join him as his second doctor in the ship.

The thing is that Sanji relates to her story a lot and kind of takes her as his lil sister 🥺

So like he's as whipped with her as with the other women but like platonically if it makes sense?? He just can't see her THAT way.

And here's the other thing, she's very VERY good at her job having the blood blood devil fruit so there's a certain Surgeon of Death that was JUST interested in her devil fruit, as he proclaimed, and NOT her! But ofc not and they fell for each other (in their own weird 'awkward from a side and joyful from the the other' way lol I mean what do you expect from a grumpy man and a strawhat)

And obviously Sanji DOES NOT approve of this, "He's too old for you"

"Where are his GENTLEMAN MANNERS? HUH??"

"He's a damn captain from another crew that we may be enemy with at ANY given moment"

"I don't see what's special about him"

"You're too nice and wonderful for him y/n-chan.."

and ESPECIALLY after knowing about the D. thing.

So the scenario is they have a big party at the end of wano, and Sanji just wants to have a friendly little conversation with Law, as he told s/o, but somehow after TOO MUCH time left alone they notice the ground shaking..

(Here's for inspiration maybe (?)

"So let's get straight to it.. How do plan on killing s/o you psychopath!? I know very well how people from north blue think.."

*smirks* "I don't plan on killing her."

"then.. WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT HUH?? DON'T EVEN DARE TO THINK ABOUT SOMETHING MORE WITH HER!! DON'T YOU KNOW SHE USED TO BE A PRINCESS??"

*shrugs*)

Ok so lmao you can make it funnier and change it as you want and feel comfortable with 💚

I hope it's not too much! 😭

Thank you so much if you accept it! Stay healthy and hydrated!! 💚💚💚💚

hihi 💛 thank you for being patient, also don't worry as a fellow multilingual i completely understand lol i kept rewriting this bc i am a fool, but i like how it turned out so i guess it worked out in the end

1.9k words, fem reader, sfw (mildly suggestive, alcohol & smoking, blood mention), 18+ mdni; angst and maybe fluff (idk use ur imagination), reader is a former celestial dragon (she gets disowned), sanji is a little mean & v. overprotective, but that's his job as an older brother ok; law does his best at keeping it together

blood, they tell you, it’s all in the blood.

with twinkling eyes and a head full of absurdities and curiously odd things, you try your best to understand; but it doesn’t make sense.

what’s in the blood, you ask — a timid, young thing, you hardly know better, but this is a learning experience; one of many.

everything!

their frustration at your incompetence grabs you, sinks its nasty claws into your skin, makes you sob loudly. you reconsider ever asking anyone in your family for clarification again. a record stuck on repeat, destined to ruin your chance of independent thought, only word is parroted at you.

everything, everything, everything.

it’s the last time your parents explain this to you, and it takes a few more years until you get it. and when you finally do, it hurts.

it’s your fourth night keeping watch on the sunny — usopp promises to make it up to you one of these days — you don’t mind, though, it’s nice to have the time to yourself while the rest of your crew mates sleep peacefully. the night is quiet, sea tamer than normal, affable — even as a cool breeze passes near you. the thick blanket is enough to keep you warm, but not thick enough to keep the nightmares at bay.

you dream of them frequently these days; your parents, siblings — the life you were forced to leave behind — it’s been so long, but you remember that moment so clearly: the unfortunate afternoon that changed everything.

no matter how many ways you look at it, there was no alternative. you had to leave; there were things happening that went over your head, but even as a small child your curiosity got the best of you, and you bore witness to an event so gruesome that you cried yourself to sleep for weeks.

no amount of harsh words or directives from your parents could sway your opinions to align with theirs. you — whose ancestors attempted to conquer the heavens — have empathy for those who are beneath your station; it’s absolutely vile, their blatant disregard for the lives of others, so much that it pushes you to voice your opinions over and over. being stripped of your family name, wealth, and social status should be enough to shake you — but it doesn’t. if anything, your resolve becomes much stronger.

a family that discards their child in favor of committing atrocities is not a family worth staying in.

it’s what you keep telling yourself as the years go on, it helps you sleep a little better at night knowing that you’re clearly not like them; but it’s not enough. and when you bite into a brightly colored, nausea inducing fruit, introducing you to the treacherous path of the world’s devils, you actualize your purpose in life.

another stronger breeze coasts by and your nose twitches at the brisk temperature; before you can sneeze, movement off to your side makes you jump back. you’re not skittish by nature, but for some reason, he always takes you by surprise.

trafalgar law fixes you with an inquisitive stare, one that makes you feel as if he’s picking you apart in order to investigate you properly. moonlight glides along his dark hair, illuminating the strands, casting shadows across his face — haunting, yet startlingly handsome.

you roll your eyes and stare right back, hoping your false bravado will help with the way your heart beats much too fast whenever he’s around.

“it’s impolite to stare at people,” you say quickly, tugging the blanket around you securely and leaning against the railing.

he hadn’t meant to stare, but you looked so intense that he couldn’t help it. or, that’s what he’s telling himself, anyway.

“relax,” he casts a glance over to the ocean, takes note of the way small waves knock softly against the side of the ship, “i called your name several times, you just didn’t hear me.” he’d only called it out once, but, again you weren’t really paying attention — and he was well aware of that.

you blink slowly and press your lips together, quietly contemplating his words. you do have a tendency to stay in your head, preferring to keep certain thoughts and opinions to yourself — a troubling habit you picked up over the years out of necessity — although, with him you’re much more willingly to share. law commands that sort of honesty, and you give it freely; much to the chagrin of a particular member of your crew. one who insists on inserting himself in your life whenever possible.

a question floats around his mouth, one that he’s been toying with for a few days now; it slides down his tongue, heavy with implication. he knows that if he asks it now, you might not be able to look at him the same way, so he’s careful with which words he handpicks, and as he readies himself, a hand grips his shoulder from behind.

really, law should blame you for distracting him, for dulling his senses — for always making him feel more relaxed than he normally feels — but he knows that this time it’s his fault. since he intentionally sought you out tonight, when he knew — or, he thought he knew, anyway — that everyone else would be asleep.

leave it to sanji to always defy his expectations.

the sigh he lets out is one built out of frustration and equal parts annoyance. “what is it now?” a clipped response from the captain of the heart pirates, one that sanji does not appreciate one bit.

“excuse you, but what are you doing with y/n this late at night?”

you pinch the space above the bridge of your nose, close your eyes, and count to ten slowly. maybe this is all a terrible, terrible dream. but, as their voices elevate, as sanji keeps insisting that law is somehow trying to corrupt you — for the umpteenth time since the sunny left punk hazard — your tolerance diminishes. law barely hears a word sanji says, even though the latter gets in his face and restarts the same argument they were having before dinner.

“sanji,” you call out sternly, your voice carrying his name forcefully in the air, prompting the curly-browed cook to look over at you. his eyes widen a bit at the severity in your tone.

“i’m only looking out for you.” it’s the dejected look that seals the deal for you. it’s possible you’re much too soft-hearted to be a pirate, but you tug on sanji’s arm and half-drag him away from law. sanji is sputtering nonsense about how law is actually more devious than you realize, how there’s something off about the way he always manages to get you alone — and you listen, or you try to, but you can’t help but feel that sanji’s overprotectiveness is misguided in this instance.

and, no matter how many times you try to convince him otherwise, sanji won’t budge on his position.

it’s not like law can stop the cook from acting that way towards you; from what he’s gathered, you’re a runaway that found a home with the straw hats. your devil fruit power is fascinating, as are your medical skills — and as a surgeon, he’s impressed with your ingenuity — but he’d be lying if he admitted to those being the only reasons why he’s interested in you.

just like you, he has a tendency to keep things to himself; this, he tells himself later on, is an absolute necessity. one that he needs in order to safely navigate the mysteries surrounding your existence.

what initially starts as awkward, tense moments, quickly morphs into relaxed conversations, prolonged glances, and inside jokes. it’s a surprise, really; law isn’t the sort to easily let his walls down without putting up a fight, but you make it easy. it would be suspicious if he was being smarter about things; but he’s not, unfortunately.

during this time, his relationship with sanji takes a turn for the worse; to the point that the other members of your crew take notice and try to break them up whenever possible. it’s always the same argument, one that you’ve memorized and spit back at sanji in retaliation.

“you’re not listening, he’s a despicable man, y/n, really!” sanji’s concern does come off as genuine, even as he pulls out another cigarette to smoke, his agitation eating up any residual tranquility lingering in his body.

“uh huh,” you say, flipping through a dense textbook, the font small but legible. “you’ve yet to give me a reason, big brother.” you smile to yourself when sanji huffs and focuses on smoking for a moment. he loves pulling the surrogate, self-proclaimed older brother card at his leisure, but when you do it, it’s a problem.

not that he means anything by it; sanji is quite fond of you, in a way that he isn’t with the others. when you first join the straw hats, he recognized the grief that you carried on your shoulders — it mirrored his, in a way. so he sort of adopted you; it’s a sweet gesture that you’ve always appreciated. after leaving home, you miss having a family — and he cherishes you in a way your parents never did.

that warmth will never leave you, no matter how much time passes.

after his third drink, sanji points a finger at law accusingly. “you’re ill-bred,” he declares, cheeks flushed as he narrows his eyes at the pirate in question. he promised earlier to not start any trouble, but that all went out the window when he saw the two of you together — laughing, smiling, fingers touching more than necessary.

all he can think about is how he can’t fathom the idea that you might actually like law — and that the feelings might also be reciprocated.

law, having foreseen this conversation, but not doing a damned thing to prevent it from occurring, simply asks, “don’t you get tired of saying that?” because he certainly is. it’s not unusual for someone to be overprotective of their younger sibling, however you are also a functioning adult that is more than capable of making decisions for herself. no matter the consequence.

“i’ll say it as many damn times as i need to.”

the argument is a circular one, but because law’s in a good mood, he entertains it. “you’re being ridiculous.” the amount of energy the blond pirate puts into defending your honor is absurd, and has law pouring himself another drink.

“i’m warning you,” sanji jabs a finger against law’s chest, “i’ll kill you before you hurt her.”

at that, law snaps. “what the hell is your problem? i’m not trying to kill her.” if anything, law would reason that you’re the one killing him. he’s never been this enamored with someone before, so the uncomfortable, awkward feelings that swarm through him routinely are enough to scramble his thoughts. which only makes him more susceptible to sanji’s bullshit.

with narrowed eyes, sanji frowns deeply. “i don’t believe you,” he pauses when he catches you watching them from across the room, so he lowers his voice, “and one day y/n will see right through you, too.” he’d make sure of it.

while sanji busies himself with plotting against the allied pirate captain, you busy yourself with prying answers out of law. it’s not that he wants to keep things from you, but he doesn’t think confronting sanji will solve a thing. still, it’d be unfair if he kept you completely in the dark, so he feeds you bits of the conversation, enough that you get the picture. it’s not your fault, you know that, but you apologize to law anyway, and decide to talk to sanji again in the morning. maybe after the festivities are over, he’ll regain some of his common sense.

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