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part 2 to ethan x camgirl reader where he orders another one on one and then they decide to meet up 🙊

I've been hesitating whether or not to make a part 2 for 'pretty boy'...here it is!!

Warnings: smut, masturbating, dirty talk,

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A few weeks later, after a difficult exam, Ethan decided to reward himself by buying another private session with his favorite camgirl. He had been forced to re-watching your regular videos lately, having missed most of your lives due to exams coming up. Now, his cock was half-hard, heavy and aching to be touched, and he could feel a slight twitch as he allowed his thoughts to wander to seeing you live — and having you all to himself — in less than ten minutes.

The black screen turned on and Ethan jumped when you said his name.

‘’Hi! Ethan, right?’’ It was rare you remembered customers, but Ethan’s sweet face and doe eyes were etched in your memory. Along with the big cock he was hiding in his pants.

Ethan nodded, surprised you remembered him. ‘’Yes.’’

‘’Where have you been? I haven't seen your name pop up in my recent lives…’’ you asked with a slight pout.

‘’Yeah…sorry. I’ve been busy with school. College is though.’’

‘’Me too, honestly. Balancing weekly live sessions with college has been quite challenging,’’ you admitted, forgetting for a short moment that you were talking with a paying customer and not a friend.

‘’Can’t you take a small break? School is important.’’ Ethan didn’t want to sound like a parent, he was just concerned about your well-being. It was sweet that he cared.

You sighed. ‘’I wish. Unfortunately, I can't afford that luxury. Those lives are what pays my bills.’’

As the conversation continued, you reminded yourself to keep track of time. After Ethan, three more people purchased private sessions.

‘’Enough about me. What do you want tonight, Ethan?’’ You gave him a flirty smile, your chest bouncing as you readjust your bra to show off more cleavage. It was royal blue with cut-outs that showed a lot of skin under the breasts. All that was covered was a thin lace over the nipples and over the swell of the breasts.

Ethan felt himself twitch at the sight, so fucking hard. He’d love you in sweats and a sports bra, but seeing you like this had him so hard he was convinced his pants were going to burst. He didn’t dare looking lower, embarrassed he’ll moan when he’ll see the matching panties.

‘’Anything. I just…missed you. I’ve been jerking off to your old videos for weeks,’’ he admitted with a slight flush to his cheeks. He didn’t want to sound like he was one of those creepy guys who obsess over someone, he just really enjoyed watching you.

You were flattered by his dedication and decided to reward him. ‘’What about I do something special for my special boy?’’

‘’S-special boy?’’

You hummed.

In a way, he was your special boy. Among all of your past clients, you had come across some really hot customers, but no one ever stuck to your mind like Ethan had. He was sweet, handsome and didn’t reduce you to a material to jerk off to. He saw you as a person.

Before him, no one had ever made you want to teleport through a screen. Most of the time, you were looking forward to the end of the private session.

Ethan watched as you reached behind you, grabbing something. ‘’Do you like this one?’’ you asked, holding your newest dildo. ‘’I haven’t used it in a video yet, so this is an exclusive premiere.’’

He eyed the phallic object. It was one of those you can stick to a surface and fuck yourself on it.

Ethan ran a hand through his hair and reached down to palm himself through his jeans to relieve the pain he began to feel with his other. He was excited to see it all inside of you, to see you fuck yourself on it and cum all over it. A rush of warmth went through his body and he held back a moan at the thought. You had such a huge effect on him.

You set the dildo on the side. ‘’But first, let’s get you going.’’ You refolded your legs in a way that gave Ethan the perfect view of your panty-covered slit, eliciting an immediate whimper. The sheer fabric didn’t leave anything to the imagination. ‘’Are you going to let me see you? From what I remember, you’ve got a nice big cock, don’t you baby?’’

Clumsily, Ethan removed his polo shirt, showing off his toned biceps and chest, then he unbuttoned his jeans, shoved them to his knees, and shifted his boxers just enough to free his leaking cock as he watched you shift on your bed. You were so impatient to see it again, to watch him cum again.

‘’Mmh, so big and pretty,’’ you complimented, wishing you could wrap your fingers around it and stroke him — kiss it.

Shaking off those thoughts, you trailed your hand down your body, and shyly, you slid your hand over your mound through the panties, teasing yourself as you held eye-contact with the camera. Ethan couldn’t hold in the groan he let out at the sight of the sheer blue fabric clinging to your lips. You were already pretty wet, which is kind of weird since, most of the time, shows like these felt more like a chore than getting off.

On the screen before you, Ethan’s hand was lazily gripping the base of his cock as he watched you tease yourself. He should feel shy since he was the only one fully naked, but you looked so hot in that royal blue set that he almost didn’t want you to take it off. You let out a soft moan and pressed harder into your fingers for more pressure.

You pushed your panties to the side and brought your hand to your soaking folds, coating your fingers in your own arousal. ‘’I wish it was your hand touching me,’’ you slipped, closing your eyes and imagining Ethan’s fingers on you.

His breath caught in his throat and his hand gripped his shaft just a little tighter. ‘’Me too.’’

You continued without realizing, lost in your own bubble of pleasure. ‘’I want to take your big cock all in my mouth and choke on it until you cum down my throat.’’

Your words had Ethan moaning, creating images in his head. He ached to tangle his fingers in your hair and drag his cock over that pretty pout of yours, smear pre-cum onto your lips before showing his cock down your throat. You would look so pretty like that.

‘’I wan— I want you to split me open and fuck me so hard I can't remember my own name.’’

Ethan moaned again, so turned on he could cry. ‘’Yes, please.’’

The idea of him filling your pretty pussy, looking utterly fucked with those pouty lips and pretty eyes had Ethan palming his cock just a little rougher. God, he wanted nothing more than to have you — for real.

You shouldn’t be making exceptions and prolonging your private sessions, but you didn’t want to stop talking with Ethan. You wanted to keep talking to him for hours and hours.

He sat there, in his desk chair, chest sweaty and breathing heavily as he recovered from his orgasm, thick ropes of cum still all over his chest. He should wipe himself before it dried, but his gaze was locked with yours, a soft, dazed smile on both your lips.

You didn't look any better, sitting in your soaked sheets with your slick-covered dildo abandoned on the bed.

After a moment of staring at each other, something you never expected to happen happened: you asked for Ethan’s number. It was a line you had promised yourself to never cross when making this account, but you didn’t want to risk not seeing him again.

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mrsharrington83 · 2 months

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Code Blue

Summary; The aftermath leaves Y/N second guessing everything in her life. Losing friends and witnessing her boyfriend of two years getting closer to his ex is enough to push her over the edge. Will they be able to pull themselves out of this hole that’s darker than the Upside Down itself? (For the sake of this fic, what happened at the end of the last episode of season 4 hasn’t yet happened)

Warnings; usual Stranger Things, things. Swearing, blood, injury, alcohol consumption, mentions of death and suicidal thoughts. If any of this is triggering, please don’t read.

A/N; I haven’t written anything in so long! It’s a long fic! 6.5K words, my longest on here yet. I apologise if this is bad, I’ve just been in a writing mood so thought I’d let out a lot of angst and fluff (we love it) I am a British writer (England) so sorry if things don’t make sense to you! Thank you for stopping by, hopefully my writing streak stays strong. Requests are always open. Love to all xoxo

The aftermath of the supposed earthquake had everyone second guessing. Some people left, other people were packing to leave. Having known what really went down, you sat in silence staring into your vanity mirror as everyone else you knew went to help the community at Hawkins High.

You just couldn’t stomach it. Cuts and grazes over your skin, tiredness evident in your eyes, your hair still clumped with dirt from the Upside Down, dried blood. You hadn’t even showered yet. You didn’t know how to process anything that had happened over the past 72 hours. You were accustomed to this kind of thing having it been a big part of your life for the past few years, the most recent battle however, took the biscuit.

Small Polaroid pictures littered around the back wall of your desk. Smiles, memories, better times. Max and Dustin when she stole his cap. They were in mid laugh so it was blurred a bit, but a happy memory that was stuck in time. That same Max was now in hospital, fractured bones, blind, unresponsive. Not laughing and joking with her friends, not happy, not anything. Doctors didn’t know if she’d ever wake. She was such a selfless soul, way beyond her years, but still so young. Too young. You all were.

Pictures of the group, you and your boyfriend Steve. A picture of you and Eddie during a D&D game. His hair all over the place, tongue sticking out, you laughing, Dustin in the background pulling a stupid face.

Memories.

Eddie.

Your best friend.

Gone.

Just like that.

He didn’t run this time, and fuck. You really wished he did.

The tick of your small clock dragged you away from the pictures, the light ticking mocking you, “shut up! Shut the fuck up!” you screamed from deep in your lungs, a howl so painful from your chest, putting what was left of your strength and upset from the past few weeks into knocking the blasted thing to the floor, hearing the glass and mechanics hit the floor in one swoop. It was a gift from Eddie one Christmas as you were pretty much always late. Bittersweet.

Guilt built in your stomach as you stood up fast, pushing your stool back with your legs, failing to the floor, cupping the bits of broken glass as sobs wracked your body, not realising your hands were clenched around the shards, the all too familiar claret running through the lines in your palm and down your fingers, dripping into a pool on the wooden flooring of the bedroom.

Your breathing hitched as you remembered Eddie die in your arms, the way blood trickled from his mouth. The look of pure terror on his face. He knew he was dying, but he kept it together till the very end for the sake of you and Dustin. His best friends, the people that were there for him no matter what everyone else was saying. You didn’t want to believe it. Dustin’s screams and sobs as the light left his eyes. You saw them gloss over. The way you both shook him, screamed into his ear, telling him not to leave you both behind. Your hands covered in blood. His blood.

Dropping the bits of glass on the floor, you pushed your feet and newly cut hands against the floor, the small slitters of glass that were still on your palm slicing deeper into your flesh until your back met the wall, your hands and body shaking, the tightness in your chest getting worse and you struggled to fill your lungs with air. You felt like you were about to pass out.

The past 72 hours had been, by far, the worst time of your life. You’d witnessed what you thought was your boyfriend of two years get closer to his ex, eyes can be deceiving, but there was something in his own eyes that glimmered whenever he spoke to Nancy, deep down you always wondered what Steve saw in you. Maybe you were just a knock off version of Nancy. Someone to keep him grounded in all of this. A warm body to forget all the wrongdoing in the world. Someone he knew cared about him. Perhaps more than he cared for you. You didn’t know that of course, it was just what your mind was telling you.

Your best friend had died for a town that hated him, Max, the girl who had adopted you as a cooler older sister after Billie died was lying in a hospital bed with the looming same fate, Vecna was still out there somewhere and you were sure there was even more danger on the horizon.

Even after everything that happened, your mum hadn’t bothered coming home. She was always away with her new man for weeks on end. She had called up one night before the phone lines cut out to make sure the house was still standing after witnessing the news, but other than that all you got was, ‘with everything that’s happened in Hawkins, I’m going to stay with carl for another few weeks, maybe more. Be careful out there.’”

You’d never felt more alone. You didn’t blame your friends or Steve. They wanted to help out, of course they did. You did too, but you were in no way the right frame of mind to be seeing people crying for their loved ones, talking to people that had lost others whilst you were reeling from losing your own.

You pulled yourself off the floor with great difficulty. It felt like you had a ton of bricks weighed down on you. Metaphorically speaking, you did. Though it wasn’t bricks, it was the weight of hurt and anger, of death piling up one by one. “Get yourself together Y/N. get your fucking self together.” Rummaging through your dresser, careful not to get blood on everything, you pulled out some comfortable lounge clothes that were bigger in size, purposely avoiding one of Steve’s t-shirts as you dragged yourself to the bathroom.

Putting down the toilet seat, you placed your clothes and rinsed your hands under the cold tap. Water on open cuts made you wince, but at least you felt something other than emotional pain. Watching your fresh blood mix with water and into the sink like a mini whirlpool was almost mesmerising. Picking out the last few shards of glass making the water redder with each bit. You were lucky water was still running. There were some parts of Hawkins that had no water.

Turning the dial on the shower you undressed. Peeling your clothes from your skin. Clothes you wouldn’t bother to wash. They would go straight in the bin. You had enough awful reminders on that night, you didn’t need more. Stepping into the shower, careful not to slip, you submerged yourself in warm, running water and closed your eyes, feeling old blood, mud and debris leave your tired body.

Steve had come home early, with both of your parents almost always being away you basically lived with each other. When your mum was away, he’d stay with you and if his parents were away, you’d stay with him. He had his own keys to your place, and you had your own to his.

Steve kicked his shoes off in the hallway, tiredness in his bones. The house was silent apart from the sound of water from the shower, you were at least out of bed. When Steve left this morning you were curled up in a ball with covers over your head, blocking out the world. He leant down and burrowed his head in your blankets kissing the top of your head, saying how much he loved you and that he’d be back as soon as he’d helped out in Hawkins High, with a running car it was easier for him to pick up robin and bundle Dustin, Will and Mike in the back of along with all the supplies, it was a squeeze, but not a long drive and with everything that had happened, the kids didn’t mind being on top of each other, breathing, alive. In truth, Steve didn’t want to get out of bed either. His temples ached, his bones felt heavy and the wounds he had were still throbbing, not letting him forget about the events.

He sighed and flopped onto the sofa, leaning his head back hoping to get the knots out of the muscles in his neck, tension. He didn’t want to disturb you in the shower, even though all he wanted to do was bury his face in your hair, your skin, breathe in the only place he felt safe, the only thing that made sense to him. Seeing everyone at Hawkins High, the missing persons post filled with faces he knew, faces he didn’t, the heartbreak of all of Hawkins. All he wanted was you, but instead he just sat there.

You pressed your head against the cool tiles in the bathroom as you turned off the shower, the familiar car engine shutting off in the drive, you knew Steve was back, yet you didn’t think you could see him face to face yet. You breathed out heavily and stepped out of the shower pulling a towel from the back of the door, wrapping it around yourself and another for your hair. Red staining the white cotton as you’d opened old wounds as well as your still bleeding palms that stung. You bent down to get the first aid kit from under the sink as you got to work on your wounds. You at least looked cleaner, your split lip and eyebrow not looking as bad now you’d washed, half of these injuries you didn’t even know when you’d got them, from fighting demobats to being thrown across the floor by Eddie when you tried to help, bruises from being pulled away from your friend as his lifeless body lay motionless, wounds from yourself from hitting the wall in desperation. You looked how you felt. Completely broken. You wrapped bandages around your hands and left it at that. Drying off and throwing oversized clothes on, you reached for the door handle, your hand visibly shaking.

Going back into your room you sighed at the mess. Somewhat thankful that Steve had stayed downstairs. Glass and blood everywhere. You grabbed a dustpan and a brush from a small closet next to the bathroom as well as the small towel you used for your hair, sweeping up the small shards of glass and discarding them in a small bin next to your bed. Wiping the claret up with the small towel and putting that in the bin too. You sat on the end of your bed once again staring at the pictures behind your vanity desk.

“Y/N?” Steve called up the stairs noting that the shower had been turned off for a while, worry lacing his voice. You could hear it.

“Yeah, I’m coming down.” You stood up and dragged yourself to the top of the landing. You could just throw yourself down the stairs and hope for the best. Hope you’d have an ounce of peace from your racing mind, but you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t bring yourself to take yourself over that edge, to make the people that cared about you lose another. You’d all lost too much. Begrudgingly you walked down the stairs, the illuminating light from the sun almost blinding you, you’d been living in darkness for the past few days, being in the Upside Down and then closing all the curtains upstairs as soon as you’d got back home. You’d almost forgotten how bright daylight could be.

Steve was waiting in the kitchen for you, his eyes visibly glowing when you walked into the room, as though you lit up the small space when you stepped in. A smile tugged on your lips that suddenly dropped when you remembered he was looking at Nancy exactly the same not too long ago. The same nagging thoughts you had earlier pulling you back. Knock off version of Nancy. Now that Johnathan was back, of course he came running back to you. Steve looked down to your hands and frowned, he didn’t remember you hurting your hands so much they needed bandaging,

“Sweetheart? What happened?” Steve was by your side in an instant his hands gently over yours as he inspects the bandages,

“I dropped some glass, not a big deal. Just got a little cut up in the process of cleaning it up.” You lied through your teeth, you couldn’t be bothered to talk about Eddie again and how you’d broken the last gift he would ever give to you out of anger. Steve continued to look at your hands, careful not to disturb the bandages around them,

“Do you want me to have a look? I can bandage these a bit better for you, make sure there’s no glass and...” you cut him off with a, ‘I’m fine.’ And pulled your hands away from his warmth, Steve looked a little deflated, but understood. All of you had patched each other up countless times that it was almost routine now, you’d learnt how to stitch wounds, what ointments and antiseptics to use, you basically had a mini pharmacy under your sink for things that people would never believe.

“Honestly, I’m fine Steve.” You forced a smile and went round the Kitchen Island feeling his eyes burning through you. Your house wasn’t the biggest, it was snug. The kitchen was weirdly one of the bigger rooms and probably the nicest, it was one of the only rooms your mum put any effort into before she started gallivanting around the globe. It was bright with several flowers littering the windowsills, yellow lace curtains to match some of the décor. How the flowers hadn’t died yet, you didn’t know. You never watered them.

You and the rest of the group had spent ample time in this kitchen cooking cookies and brownies for movie night, Max and Lucas always managing to burn popcorn, Steve rushing to open windows and flail a tea towel at the fire alarm to stop it beeping whilst Robin was toppling over laughing at Dustin with brownie mix all over his mouth, You’d also spent ample time in here with the older lot of the group, your mum had quite the alcohol stash. Probably enough to open a bar downtown. From several different bottles of vodka, gin, whiskey to wine, beer, cider and god knows what other potent liquid that did the job, which is exactly what you were heading for now.

Steve was slumped against one of the dining chairs as he watched you move around the island, he knew exactly what cabinet you were riffling through, “Ahhh, there it is.” You picked out an unopened bottle of vodka and put it on the side as you went through a different cupboard to pick out a decent glass.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Steve sighed as he watched your every move, “I know things aren’t great at the minute, but we really need to pull together.” You opened the vodka and poured a small glass, turning around and leaning against the counter with your ankles crossed, the glass of vodka in your hand. You shrugged and took a gulp, the burning from the alcohol igniting your insides.

“Look, sweetheart, please.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, the lack of product evident, no one ever saw Steve walking around with no product in his hair, probably because without it, it was so fluffy and never sat in the right place according to him, “this isn’t the answer, that isn’t going to help. It’s not going to bring...”

“Shut up!” you screeched, smashing the glass back onto the counter, thankfully not breaking it, “you think I don’t know that, Steve? For goodness sake! How stupid do you think I am?!” Steve is taken aback, he’s over stepped a line and he knows it, “I know it’s not going to bring Eddie back it’s not going to stop what’s going on here,” you look around the room, “it’s not going to stop Max from being in hospital, it’s not going to stop those poor kids dreaming about what happened over and over again, how fucked they’re going to be in years’ time if they even make it that far, from losing countless people and battling these things over and over again, but maybe, just maybe it will stop my racing thoughts, the hurt, the anger, the resentment I have for this stupid fucking town for five goddamn minutes, okay?! everything is falling apart at the seams, we’ve all lost so much, I even thought you were getting cosy with Nancy again!” you bite your tongue getting caught up in the rift, Steve looked towards you bewildered. You turn back to the vodka bottle, filling your glass halfway, drinking it down like water and filling it up again, “I’m not asking you to understand Steve, I’m not even asking you to deal with this, you know where the fucking door is.”

Steve stood up from the table and walked over to you slowly, turning you to face him, moving the hair that had fallen so effortlessly over your features, “I love you Y/N, whatever you thought you saw between me and Nancy was not that. I’m happy for her and Johnathan, really. I’m so glad were now with the right people, the people who ground us and make this stupid crazy life worth living, you’re my muse. I would never do that to you, sweetheart. Not ever,” moving his hands over your covered arms, to your hands, holding them gently in his, “I’m not going anywhere Y/N, just please, I don’t want to lose you too. I can’t.”

You looked Steve dead in the eyes, his glassed over, tears threatening to fall. The beautiful honey eyes you’d got lost in time and time again, “Maybe you already have.” His hands let go of yours as he visibly slumped, and took a step back, you might as well have been holding a gun, a bullet to his chest with the way he was looking at you. Turning your back to him, your own tears threatening to fall, you grabbed the bottle again unscrewing the cap, pouring yourself another glass.

“What do you mean?” Steve is silent again, his presence still behind you, feelings of uncertainty heavy in the air, “Y/N, look at me please...” the defeat in his voice made you feel awful, this was your boyfriend of two years, the person that had stayed by your side that whole time, through everything. The good times and the bad, the way you both laughed, the random dates he took you on, sometimes even after work, some of which ended up being group outings as one of the kids had seen you both and then got on the walkie talkies as quickly as possible, they ended up calling that ‘code blue’ as the first time it happened Steve was in his Scoops Ahoy uniform, the movie nights, the late night talks, walks, your safety net, the countless jokes that weren’t even funny. Helping him with his hair, the days he was sick and you’d take care of him, and the days he would do exactly the same back for you. He never faltered, he was always brave, always stayed strong for you, for everyone, but here he was, seconds away from breaking down. A painful ache in his voice that cut you in half, the same ache breaking the last pieces of your heart that were still intact, you wiped your tears away with the back of your sweater, turning around to see Steve once more, pain drowning his features,

“I’m sorry, Steve. I can’t do this anymore.” he sucked in a shaky breath as a sob broke from his lips. Pain. Pain that you had caused. You finished your glass of vodka, keeping your back to Steve, you couldn’t watch him break, you couldn’t see the sadness and heartache on his face. As if he hadn’t been through enough recently,

“Y/N, please,” his voice was low, strained, as though he was bleeding out on the spot behind you, “don’t do this, we can get through this, we can get through anything, please just don’t...” you turned round to Steve his eyes visibly blood shot probably from tiredness and the tears that were free flowing down his cheeks,

“I’m sorry Steve.” You walked past him, a slight sway to your walk from too much alcohol in a short space of time on an empty stomach as you tackled the stairs, all you wanted to do was sleep, before you even got half way up the stairs you heard the front door close causing you to stop on the spot, your own sobs now tearing way through your body, this pain was tearing you apart, so much loss, but you had caused this last one.

You found yourself sitting on the end of your bed looking at the pictures behind your desk once again, would you ever feel that kind of happiness again or was this the new norm? A burning hole in the middle of your chest that was once whole and pushed together in the shape of the people you loved. All of those memories seemed like a lifetime ago, how time and life could be fleeting, oh how you took it all for granted.

***

Two weeks had passed.

Two long weeks.

Probably the longest two weeks of your life.

In those two weeks you’d had almost everyone knock on your door, mainly Robin and Dustin, “Y/N, open this door right now or I promise you I’ll put a brick through your window and climb in there myself.” Dustin shouted as he looked through the small glass patterns on the front door for signs of movement, “I’m not joking Y/N.” Dustin looked around your drive and picked up half a brick, “ten seconds, Y/N!” finally he saw movement and put the brick down on the grass, you opened the door and huffed,

“Dustin, every day for two weeks, ae you not bored yet?” He pushed you aside gently and kicked his shoes off before throwing himself onto the sofa and turning on the small TV as if he lived there, “and how can I be of assistance today?” you stood in the doorway of the living room, you no longer had the bandages on your hands, the cuts on your hands were hardly visible now, your other physical injuries were also doing much better, some might not even scar, not that you cared about a bit of scarring,

“You look like shit,” Dustin looked back at you and scoffed, he wasn’t wrong, you’d been wearing the same kind of clothes for two weeks, anything you could get your hands on. Mix matched sweats and sweaters, sometimes Steve’s t-shirts, on a very rare occasion you treated yourself by wearing a pair of jeans. Your usual full of life hair was lifeless and scraggly from the lack of brushing, your eyes blood shot from lack of sleep, red lips from gnawing at them constantly,

“Well, love you too, Dustin,” you rolled your eyes and went to the kitchen fetching juice and cookies on a tray, “so what is it today?” Dustin cleared his throat and made his way into the kitchen, taking a few cookies off the tray as he took a seat around the table drinking juice you’d bought specially for him,

“It’s Steve,” your breathing hitched as you looked to the floor, biting at your already raw lips, you pulled a second chair out and sat opposite Dustin, taking your own cookie and nibbling at it. You hadn’t eaten well for two weeks now,

“What about him?” you took a swig of your own juice and sit looking towards your younger friend,

“Don’t give me that, Y/N. I know you still care, Robin tells me things, y’know, and you’re not someone that doesn’t care about people,” Dustin shook his head, “this act is bullshit, Y/N. Steve is over there wondering what he did wrong, what he can do to help you, he’s broken, Y/N and none of us can get through to him, ne needs you and you need him and we need you both. We need our kick ass non babysitters back. We need to stick together. We can’t all break otherwise what do we have?” you bit the inside of your cheek letting Dustin talk, you had been unfair, everything in this world was so wrong and you were breaking the only good thing in it,

“I’m scared, Dusty,” you looked to him and he nodded, not wasting time to eat more cookies, all the kids loved your cookies,

“We all are, Y/N. you know this isn’t over right?” you looked down knowingly and started to play with the patterned table cover, “Steve needs you, I need you, we all need you. You know Eddie wouldn’t want this right?” you breathed deeply at the mention of his name, “you’re the bravest person he knew, he told me, and do you know what else?” you looked up from the table, “he loved you and Steve together, he saw how happy he made you and that’s what he wanted for you. He wanted you to be happy.” You sighed, breath shaky as a tear fell from your lashes onto the tablecloth you were playing with moments before,

“Well he got one thing wrong, he was the bravest.” Dustin put his hand over yours and gave it a light squeeze,

“Please just come and see Steve? Everyone is round there trying to cheer him up and he looks just as shit as you, if not more. If you don’t come with me, the others are going to try one by one, I’m the nicer one.” He stood up from the table, hopeful,

“Dustin I can’t,” disappointment clouded his eyes, “I can’t go over there empty handed, help me make some cookies?” the usual toothy grin from Dustin was back, one you hadn’t seen for a such a long time, one that made your heart swell. You loved those kids so much and you’d do anything to protect them, you felt bad for wallowing in in your own self-pity when everyone you cared about was going through the exact same thing as you. You’d nearly lost the one thing that made sense and you were going to try and not let that slip any further. You and Dustin got to work on the cookies, not failing to get flour all over the surface and yourselves. Once the cookies were in the oven and cooking, you looked over to Dustin, “Keep an eye on the cookies for me? I’m going to try and sort this out a bit,” you pointed to your mop of a hair as he grinned and nodded, picking up his walkie as you left the room,

“Guys, it’s Dustin, over.” He waited for the usual static of the walkie patiently as he pressed more buttons hoping to hear from the others,

“Hearing you loud and clear, Dustin, what’s the status, over.” Mike was on the other end, uncertainty in his voice, but hugged by hope, Will, El and even Lucas in the background hugging over the other walkie talkie hoping for a shred of good news. Max was still in hospital, though in good hands. There was hope that she’d still wake up, she was strong and a fighter. Lucas sat by her bedside every chance he got, but he too needed fresh air sometimes, to see his friends. Being cooped up waiting for someone to wake up wouldn’t do anyone any good if it was constant. Same four walls day in, day out. It took some time for him to realise that however.

“Guys, we have ourselves a code blue. Over.” Dustin chimed excitedly as the rest of the youngsters screamed in joy, they were out of ear shot from Steve and Robin, all around the pool as it was such a lovely day in Hawkins, warm with a light breeze hitting the trees and pool every now and then causing small ripples, birds still chirping. Even amidst all the uncertainty and heartache, life could be beautiful.

You looked into the mirror having put a little bit of makeup on, an extreme rarity for you with everything that had gone on the past few years, you’d finally put a brush through your washed hair and changed into something more you, high waisted jeans, a black t-shirt and a light denim jacket you could take off if you wanted, you felt the warmth through the bathroom window as you looked at yourself in the mirror once more, “presentable.” You could smell cookies downstairs signalling Dustin had kept to his word and kept an eye on then, not letting them burn. You hurried down the stairs with a skip to your step and twirled to Dustin who was standing in the hall with a cookie jar in hand, ready to pack them once they’d cooled a little,

“There’s the Y/N I know! Yes!” Dustin fist bumped the air with his free hand wishing the cookies would cool down faster. You gathered your shoes and a small bag to put your keys and anything else you needed in,

“what if he doesn’t want to see me?,” you stopped in your tracks, looking at Dustin unsure, “what if I’ve hurt him too much and he never wants to see me again?” you play with the hem of your denim jacket, backtracking, wondering if this was a good idea after all,

“you’re the only person he wants to see, Y/N. we just invite ourselves in and he’s too nice to tell us to get out,” you shake your head,

“You know that isn’t true, he loves you guys as much as I do, even if he’s in the worst mood possible, he’d always rather have you guys around, you know that,” Dustin nodded, putting the cooler cookies into the jar sealing them tightly, “did you bike over here?” you questioned as Dustin shook his head,

“I didn’t,” he grinned and dug his hand in his back pocket, pulling Steve’s car keys out and waving them in your face, “he doesn’t know, obviously,” Dustin shrugged as you shook your head and put your head in your hand laughing in disbelief, a real laugh, something you forgot you could do,

“Dustin! You could have caused an accident!” you tried to sound serious over your laughing that just wouldn’t stop,

“well, you don’t see many cars on the road these days after what happened, maybe people are too scared,” he shrugged once more, “not me, now. Let’s gooooo!” Dustin ran for the front door, cookies in hand, and his small backpack you didn’t realise he had draped over a shoulder,

“Ahhh. Not so fast, keys!” you extended your hand to Dustin, Steve absolutely loved that car, sometimes you wondered if he loved that car more than you and okay, Dustin got there safely, but now he was in your care he wouldn’t be driving that thing,

“Spoil sport,” he ginned as he handed you the keys stepping out into the outside. You took a deep breath. The smell of the outside you hadn’t seen in weeks. The light breeze through your hair the sun tingling against your skin, butterflies and birds, nature. Things you hasn’t stopped to look at for such a long time, “earth to Y/N,” you shook your head and walked towards the car, opening it for you both.

You hadn’t driven in forever, was it something you could forget? Fastening your seatbelt, making sure Dustin did the same, starting the car and opening the windows, you pulled the sun visor down, a small Polaroid falling onto your lap. You turned it around to see a picture of you and Steve, your heart beating against your chest as you ran your finger over the photo. It was the first one you took together, before you were even official. Halloween 1984. That stupid party, the night Steve and Nancy broke up. You found Steve crying on the back step, you spent the rest of the night trying to cheer him up. One too many beers, weed and a stupid camera, “he kept it...” Dustin looked up at you as you put the photo in the dashboard opposite Dustin,

“Of course he did, he keeps everything,” you didn’t know that, you didn’t say anything further as you pulled off the drive, it wasn’t a long drive. It was actually an easy enough walk, you didn’t live far from Steve. The nights he would randomly turn up at your house and throw pebbles at the window even though no one else was in the house, small memories making you smile.

The drive was quiet, Dustin looking out the window the whole way there, your heart still hammering against your chest, would people be happy to see you, would they hate you, would things be the same, what the fuck were you going to say to Steve? Pulling onto his drive, things got too real, you heard laughter from the other younger people of the group outside as you locked up the car, Dustin rushing to the back gate with cookies, though before he could you were tackled by El, Mike, Will and Lucas, “Y/N OH MY GOD YOU’RE HERE!” mike exclaimed as you laughed with the kids, some of them sopping wet from the pool, of course they still loved you, “we all missed you so much, it’s so good to see you” you ruffled everyone’s hair, something you always used to do when they were younger, something you still hadn’t stopped, tears in your eyes, you smiled, for once they weren’t sad tears,

“I’ve missed you all so much, I’m sorry I haven’t been around, I’m sorry I haven’t been stronger for you all.” They all hugged you tighter, understanding, when did they all grow up?

“we all understand,” Lucas looks at you empathetically, “Max would want us all together, so would Eddie,” you hugged them all just that little bit tighter as they lead you into the back gate, not much had changed in Steve’s back yard except the grass was unkempt, the pool still clean somehow, “we will let you talk to Steve now,” you took a deep breath and looked towards the back sliding doors Robin leaning against them smiling as she ran out to hug you,

“Oh praise the heavens you’re here, I cannot deal with him in there for one minute longer,” you looked towards robin apologetically and she shook her head, “none of that, Y/N. Go see him, bring our Steve back, yeah?” she smiled and sat next to the kids, stealing one of the cookies you made.

You made your way into the house, the house that had so many different memories, you kicked your shoes off and put them where you always do before poking your head into the living room, Steve’s back was towards you as he was staring at the TV something you guessed he’d been doing for the past couple weeks, a lot like you really. His hair was too dishevelled and free of product, but oh fuck did he look like home. “If you’re there to try get me outside in the pool again, Robin I swear to fuck I will change the locks on this house.” He signed defeated and tuned round, his pupils dilating, shock on his face, the evident bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, “Y/N?” he scrambled off the sofa as fast as he could, scared you were a figment of his imagination, “is... is it really you? You’re here...” he stood opposite, reaching out to you,

“Steve...” tears welled in your eyes, “I am so, so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you, I didn’t want what I said, I was so lost in my own mind,” he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, “please forgive me, I’m so sorry,” you pulled away to look at him, tears in his own eyes as he brushed your free falling ones away with his thumb, “I love you so much, I was so scared of losing you too that I fucked up and lost you anyway,” he pulled you back into him, the smell of cedar, bergamot and a slight hint of cigarette smoke, home.

“You didn’t lose me, sweetheart. I love you, more than anything,” he pulled you into him, lips crashing together, cola Popsicle and a small hint of your home cooked cookies that Dustin must have been bringing to him secretly. Everyone loved your cookies. He pulled away and smashed his lips against yours again over and over, the taste of salt now from both of your tears, small lazy kisses planted all over your mouth as he pulled away, your lips slightly swollen, his honey eyes full of life once more, he was never going to let you go. He pulled you flush with his body, your head resting against his chest, as he ran his fingers through your hair, “you’re my home, Y/N. Wherever you are. That’s home to me. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, okay?” you kissed him again, your cherry chapstick smearing over both of your mouths,

“you’re my home too, Mr. Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington,” you looked up to him, a smile on your face, no longer crying as you knocked your hip with his. The emptiness in your heart glazing over a little, the pieces of your broken heart slowly reconnecting, the feeling of life, love, family.

“Have you seen my hair right now?” he ran a hair though it, washed, but lifeless. “Give me a minute, yeah? Put a movie on.” He kissed you softly before sprinting out of the room. You sat on the sofa you’d sat on countless times as you went through old rentals that would probably never be returned as the video store was one of the places to be destroyed, you placed a VHS in the TV as Steve bounded down the stairs, his hair no longer lifeless and messy, but perfect. Your smile so big your jaw could dislocate, “better? The hair is back,” he grinned and jumped over you on the sofa, “Return of the Jedi? One of my favourites.” He pulled your legs over his lap, both of you draped over the sofa like nothing had changed, his hands caressing your knee, smiles not leaving either of your faces.

“GUYS, CODE BLUEEEE.” Dustin shouted from behind the sofa as everyone else bundled in, “and look at that, Farrah Fawcett spray,” Dustin grinned,

“That’s top secret, dude!” Steve shook his head, a genuine laugh falling from his mouth as everyone pulled blankets and cushions around themselves, your cookies in hand. A good old fashioned movie night, things were going to be okay, you looked over to Steve, his eyes glistening as he squeezed your leg. The people you chose as family, Robin in the corner of the room beaming for the both of you. Both of her best friends back together, where they belong. There was a long road ahead for all of you, but at least you’d always face these things together. You were all so much stronger together. A team. A family.

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lottienatsgf · 9 months

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｡𖦹°‧𓇼 beach day!abby hcs

𖦹 note : hiiiii :) i’ve been putting a lot of effort into my sweetheart series, so here’s a quick hc fic while i finish writing that ! this was heavilyyyy inspired by my trip to the beach the other day :3 i go to school in florida and just recently took a trip down to the beach and i immediately was like. oh i sooo need to write an abby fic about this. so here we are!!!

𖦹 warnings : a teensy tiny bit of smut at the end, mostly just fluff, not proofread, no other warnings that i can think of though !

𓇼 beach day!abby who completely lathers up in sunscreen before leaving for the beach. i mean, her face is CAKED with it, leaving a little white blotch over her nose.

𓇼 beach day!abby who, despite this, still ends up turning pink around her shoulders and chest. you sit on her lap to reapply sunscreen to these areas, carefully massaging the sunscreen onto her collarbones as she pouts.

𓇼 beach day!abby wearing the hottest beach outfit you could imagine. she’s got dark blue swim trunks on as well as a bikini top that shows off her tanned skin and perfect abs.

𓇼 beach day! abby who continuously makes sure you eat while you’re out!!! after all, you’re spending so much time in the sun and swimming in the water, so she doesn’t want you to forget to eat. she even packed a little picnic lunch with sandwiches and drinks for you.

𓇼 beach day!abby who makes you giggle to yourself as she buries you in sand, slapping handfuls of the damp stuff over your legs to form the outline of a mermaid tail. “y’look like a real mermaid now,” she grins, and you can’t stop smiling because her face just looks like :3

𓇼 beach day!abby who loves playing with all the kids on the beach. if she sees a little kid struggling to build a sand castle or carry their handfuls of shells around, she’s quick to help out, plopping down in the sand and getting to work on that castle. she’s so good with kids, and it makes you love her even more as you watch her make their faces light up.

𓇼 beach day!abby who inspects all the shells you collect on the shore. she turns each one over carefully, marveling at your ability to always find the best ones.

𓇼 beach day!abby who pulls you into her lap to watch the sun setting over the ocean. watching the pink and purple sky, you sit in between her legs, back resting against her strong body as her hands fumble with yours and her lips teasingly kiss the exposed skin of your neck.

𓇼 beach day!abby who fucks you as soon as you get back home because she just couldn’t wait, tasting a slight tinge of sea salt as she kisses up and down your sun kissed body.

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dfortrafalgar · 1 month

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I'm Losing You... (But We're Filling the Cracks)

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem. But sometimes, you just need a little bit of love... and a little bit of science.

Warnings: read chapter 1 for warnings.

Chapter 27

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“How was the drive over?” Nico Robin had one of her long legs crossed over the other, her laptop on the short counter in front of her as she typed notes into your patient portal.

You tossed her a smile. “Not bad, the seatbelt in my car feels really strange the bigger I get, but I’m just happy I can still drive for the time being.”

The blue-eyed woman nodded before turning to face you. “Based on your 18 week ultrasound, your babies have a heart rate of about 120 beats per minute, which is in the perfectly normal range during this gestational period. Their amniotic fluid levels are also normal. Overall, I’m really pleased with how healthy they are. You’re a few weeks into your second trimester now, have you noticed any significant changes? Any symptoms we should be concerned about?”

It took you a few moments to think. “Well, my skin is really itchy and my back really hurts. My breasts have days where they’re really tender and days when they’re not. My feet hurt sometimes,” you rattled.

Dr. Robin nodded understandingly across from you. “As strange as it is for me to say, hearing that you have normal symptoms of pregnancy makes me incredibly happy. Along with your bloodwork that has been consistently normal and your ultrasound from last week, I am incredibly pleased with your progress and the growth of your babies.” She pulled on a pair of rubber medical gloves and wheeled her stool over to your bed where you placed your feet on the stirrups for your wellness check.

“I am too,” you replied with a broad grin, your hand going to rest over your swollen belly as you reclined on the table, staring at the ceiling as Robin poked around and examined your condition. “I’d much rather have symptoms and know that everything is alright rather than nothing at all.”

“Of course, of course,” your doctor agreed, nodding her head affirmatively. She flashed you a cheeky smile from in between your legs. “Are you positive you don’t want to know the genders?”

Your hands braced themselves against the side of the bed you sat on as your shoulders bounced with the force of your laugh. “Don’t tempt me! I’ve been doing so well wanting to keep it a surprise!”

Your reaction made Robin laugh as she removed her gloves and marked a few final notes in her patient chart for you. “Well, if everything seems to be going normal then I’ll be seeing you again in another few weeks! But you know the drill, call me back immediately if you notice any changes or concerns.”

She helped you down from the table and you slipped into your clothes and shoes, following her to the front desk to receive your patient summary for the visit, along with scheduling your next check-up and ultrasound.

The weather had gotten absolutely stifling in the late summer days, and partnered with your ever-expanding womb, you were finding yourself more and more sweaty hauling around an extra few pounds during the horrendous heat. With your air conditioner blasting, you drove back home to spend the remainder of your day in the cool comfort of your apartment. You couldn’t even imagine how Bepo must have been feeling, all of that thick, fluffy white fur must have been suffocating for him during the summer months. You could barely get him to go outside during the daylight hours, but in the winter months, you needed to go through hell and back to get him inside. The thought of your pup at home made you smile as you pulled out of the parking lot and hit the road back home. He had become so much more attentive toward you recently, almost serving as your guard dog. Even when Shachi and Penguin came over, despite knowing who the two men were, Bepo would stand guard in front of you and refused to let anyone pass. His keen doggie instincts definitely knew there was something different about you.

It didn’t take long for you to get home, the traffic was incredibly minimal. What you wouldn’t give to be at the beach on a day like this, soak up some sun… with your pregnant belly on full display. The thought made you smile, blood rushing to your face. Law probably would take a minor issue with that. ‘I don’t want any other man tossing looks at you,’ he’d probably gripe. You chuckled to yourself as you turned down the road your apartment was on. Like Bepo, Law had also become much, much more protective of you. When he could help it, he refused to miss any update or appointment, staying by your side constantly. You thought maybe you’d get tired of it, but if anything, it made you feel even better about your relationship.

Knowing that Law had no plans on leaving you after you gave birth, loving you in and out of pregnancy, made your heart flutter.

You grabbed your bag and exited your car, locking it behind you as you walked through the stifling humidity into your building, up the elevator, and onto your floor. You slipped your key into the lock and pushed open your door, calling out to Bepo who snorted from the other room. You kicked off your shoes, hung your bag on a hook by the door, and proceeded to the living room where you could finally put your feet up on the couch. You grabbed your journal off of the counter on the way. You’d been so good keeping up with it, almost obsessively so. A few weeks ago, Ikkaku had told you about a similar journal that her mother had kept, and how nice it would be to have your kids eventually read it when they grew up.

That sentiment made you fill out entire paragraphs on some of the pages, a permanent smile plastered on your lips as you wrote.

Bepo stood from his bed when you sat on the couch and immediately laid down directly beside you, ears perked up and constantly on alert should anyone come through the door. You reached down and carded your fingers through the thick fur between his ears, watching with a giggle as his eyes slowly drifted closed and his pink tongue slipped through his muzzle.

“Are you blepping?” you asked.

The dog snorted.

You were periodically checking your phone throughout the afternoon. Law had another fairly large procedure today, a Transmyocardial Revascularization, which involved some technology that he didn’t frequently use in the operating room. When he left your apartment that morning, he was already laser focused, reading through his notes and charts while he scarfed down his breakfast. He only broke composure enough to give you a kiss in the doorway, his hand ghosting over the side of your belly before he left. You were hoping he would text you when the procedure was done, but at the same time were completely understanding if you didn’t hear from him until he got home. Sometimes, he got so swallowed up by his work that he forgot he even existed.

A sudden fluttering sensation from your abdomen almost made you drop your phone. You sat up, startled, your hands flying to your belly, pressing against your skin. The suddenness of your movements made Bepo stand up as well, staring at the door expecting someone to walk in.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind immediately assuming the worst. You weren’t in pain, you hadn’t been spotting, everything had been completely normal.

You felt it again, this time against your hands. A quick flutter within your gut immediately followed by a shallow, quick rippling sensation against the muscles of your abdomen. You felt it in the palm of your hand. Near the other side, the same thing happened.

They were moving. Your twins were moving.

You stood up, startling Bepo who stared at you confused and alert. You gazed down at your dog dumbly. “They’re moving.”

He tilted his head as you spoke to him.

“I don’t know why I stood up,” you blurted, sitting back down with your hands flush against the couch cushions. A giddy, childlike grin crawled to your lips. They were moving. They were moving.

It took about another three hours for Law to get home, and while you waited you had been so overcoming with energy thanks to the excitement of feeling your babies fluttering that you vacuumed your entire apartment, cooked a pavlova with the leftover berries in your fridge, and deep-cleaned the inside of the oven. When your husband finally walked into the entryway and called your name, you almost sprinted to meet him, skidding across the floor in your socks.

“Hey, babe–”

You cut him off swiftly, grabbing his hand and holding it against your belly. You stared down at his inked fingers as they relaxed over your bump, his lips sealed.

“Come on…” you uttered. “Do it again…” It was a longshot, but you hoped that somehow they could hear you.

The fluttering sensation bounced around your abdomen once more, followed by the ripple against your muscle. Law jerked his hand away from your skin, almost like he was forced to touch manure without gloves. His golden eyes were boggling out of his head, his jaw slack and cheeks flushed.

“Was that…?” he stuttered out, words escaping him.

“They started moving!” you cheered, throwing yourself into him, bubbly laughter escaping your throat.

Law was quick to wrap his arms around you once his shock subsided, clutching you to his chest. His own broad smile was on his face as his chest bounced with your giddy laughter. “So I take it your appointment today went well?”

You pulled away from his embrace, excitement coursing through your veins so rapidly that the only thing your body told you to do was grip your husband’s cheeks and press a tender kiss against his lips. He muffled a surprise grunt against your mouth before his hands found purchase on your hips, slightly dipping you backward and ghosting his teeth against your puffy lower lip.

“Sorry,” you all but whispered, barely pulling away from him. “I think I got the zoomies.”

He quickly turned his head away to snort at your words. “The baby-kicking zoomies?”

“I made pavlova,” you sighed. “That’s how excited I got.”

Your husband pressed another hot kiss against your lips before kicking off his shoes and taking your hand to bring him to the kitchen. “Looks like our dinner is pavlova. Not that I’m complaining.”

As soon as you stepped back into the main living area, Bepo was at your feet, nuzzling your legs and sticking his nose into your butt. No matter how many times you shooed him away, he came right back, tongue peeking through his muzzle and beady black eyes melting your heart into oblivion. And now, Law was following the dog’s example. You served slices of your light desert onto two plates for the both of you, following Law to the couch where he proceeded to rest a hand against your belly throughout eating the sweet treat. And while watching the television… and while you washed the dishes… and while you showered… and while you curled up next to him under the covers to sleep.

“Am I going to have to follow you to work now? So you don’t miss a kick?” you asked over your shoulder, adjusting your body so you could press further into your husband’s chest with your back.

His hand lazily stroked up and down your side as he pressed light kisses to the back of your head. “Maybe. … Probably.”

“I won’t be very good in the operating room,” you laughed quietly into the darkness.

“Oh, that reminds me. I forgot to tell you something with all the excitement.” You felt Law push away from you slightly, giving you enough room to roll over and face him.

“What’s up?” you asked, curiously. Your eyes couldn’t quite see his face, but his hand on your waist kept you glued to him nonetheless.

“The biggest surgery of my life got scheduled today,” he said. “A heart-lung transplant.”

You bolted upright in bed, reaching over for the lamp next to your pillow and pulling down on the power chord, illuminating your small corner of the room. Your eyes were wide. “Are you serious?”

With disheveled hair, Law sat up as well, hunching his back to rest his elbows on his knees. “Yup. Early May.”

“Holy shit,” you uttered. “I… didn’t even know that was possible.”

Law nodded. “The man has been in the ICU for almost an entire year now. Every treatment option has been exhausted for both his heart and lungs. Stents, catheters, bypass surgeries, blood-thinners, every available diagnostic test for pulmonary failure has been tried and done. He’s approaching end-stage heart and lung failure and has been intubated for quite some time, and he recently got approved for transplant from the donor board.”

You absorbed his words with awe. “That’s a lot… poor guy.”

Your husband hummed. “It’s tough, but we all think this surgery will be the ultimate best thing for him. He’s got AB+ blood which is incredibly lucky for him, and a donor has been selected based on cardiopulmonary quality.” He glanced at you and could tell based on the slightly grim look on your face that you were curious where they even got the heart and lungs from. “Organs are usually harvested from people who have suffered from brain injuries. If they established prior to illness or injury that they would like to be a living tissue donor, then if they suffer brain death, they can be eligible for organ donation. I’m not familiar with the donor right now, but I assume that’s the case for them.”

Your heart clenched at the thought. “Wow…”

Law scooted closer to you and rubbed your back. “It’s tough medicine, but someone’s sacrifice might be able to save the life of another.”

A smile pulled to your lips before you realized something. “Wait…”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“May 22nd is my due date,” you stated. “Not that I’m telling you to not do the surgery, obviously, but… what if…”

“You go into labor while I’m in the operating room?” he asked, finishing your sentence for you. “The entire procedure, if it still happens when scheduled, might be anywhere from 12 to 16 hours. So I guess we’ll just have to hope that you don’t go into labor on that day.”

“That’s a long time… are you going to be alright?” you asked, leaning into his touch, your voice filled with worry.

Law smiled. “Don’t worry about me. You remember my sleep schedule in college, I’ll be fine.”

You grinned. “Just don’t start drinking energy drinks again, I don’t want your kidneys to give out in the OR.”

Your statement made Law laugh as he reached over you and pulled the cord on the lamp once more, plunging the room back into darkness. “I promise I won’t, that shit’s nasty anyway. We can talk about it more in the morning and when it gets closer, though.”

The comfortable darkness filled the room as you snuggled into your husband’s arms. “Sounds good, baby.”

A kiss to the skin of your forehead was the last sensation you felt before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

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“Okay, I know you guys said you didn’t want us to go crazy, but we went a little crazy.”

You and Law were seated on your loveseat across from Ikkaku, Shachi, and Penguin, who sat behind a plethora (read: a metric ton compared to the total volume of your apartment) of bags and boxes. Ikkaku began rifling through some of the bags at her feet, grumbling about a list she had written down of your coworkers and what they had chipped in with.

Law was dumbfounded, his eyes wide and incredibly confused. You felt a small kick in your belly, prompting you to sooth your bump with your hand. You were about 24 weeks now, and your home wardrobe had largely consisted of Law’s oversized sweatshirts to account for your very pronounced abdomen.

Penguin clapped his hands. “So, we didn’t want the lovely couple to get themselves worried about getting all their baby gear, so in these two boxes,” he interrupted his words to violently slap the unlabeled cardboard next to the armrest on his side of the couch, “are the cribs. Two of them. You know, for two babies.”

“And in these boxes,” Shachi kicked two more unlabeled boxes with his foot, “are bedspread sets for the crib mattresses.”

“Oh, shit, we still need the mattresses,” Penguin gasped, slapping Shachi’s shoulder making the red-head wince.

“Don’t they come with the mattresses already?” Shachi replied, rubbing his arm.

“I found it!” Ikkaku hollered, pulling out a double-sided sheet of loose-leaf paper. “Okay, everyone from the office went behind your back and got a bunch of stuff for you.” She cleared her throat and passed you a large holiday-themed gift bag, which you leaned forward to grab by the string handles and pull to rest in your lap. “That one is from Nami. She went kind of crazy with getting clothes, I told her to keep them gender neutral since you guys don’t know the sexes yet, but a lot of them are feminine anyway, so… let’s hope for girls.”

Law leaned over to peer into the large bag as you picked through it. ‘Crazy’ was an understatement. Nami had seemingly given you an entire wardrobe for the first year of your babies’ lives. Onesies, shirts, pants, a bunch of bundles of newborn socks, little hats, headbands, swaddles with different patterns, mittens, and two winter coats that would fit them up to six months. There was more beneath the initial assortment you sifted through.

“This entire bag is from only Nami?” you asked, completely bewildered.

“Well, Nami and Nojiko,” Ikkaku responded, skimming her list. “Oh, there should be a small bottle of newborn laundry detergent in there, too. Just F-Y-I.”

“Okay, so the cribs do in fact come with mattresses. You just have to let them rise like bread for 24 hours before putting them in the cribs. They should be firm,” Penguin explained, scrolling through his phone.

You cringed at the mention of bread. You still hadn’t gotten your tolerance for the texture back.

“This next one is from Sanji and Zoro, but mostly Sanji. He got you a set of baby monitors, two mobiles for each crib, and a diaper changing table.” Ikkaku slid another box towards your feet. The top of it was labeled with elegant handwriting that read, ‘TO THE LOVELY COUPLE~’.

Shachi dragged over another box. “This is a double stroller. All assembly required.”

“This bag is from Usopp, I think it’s a bunch of baby hygiene products. Baby powder, light wipes, a few bags of diapers to get you started, some diaper station pads, little washcloths and towels, diaper cream, the works.” Following her words, yet another bag was slid over to you, this time snatched by Law.

“Diapers are expensive,” he mumbled. “How did everyone pull all of this together?”

Ikkaku shrugged. “Sanji and Nami are well-off. Usopp? No idea.” She dismissively looked back at her list. “Oh, this next one’s from Ms. Boa. I can’t remember what she put in it, though.”

Another box was kicked over your way, already open slightly for you to rifle through. It was completely filled to the brim with everything you would need for breastfeeding. Two breast pumps, a large volume of milk storage bags, nursing pads, and a few tubes of nipple cream. At the bottom of the box, there was a variety of decorative bibs, a few baby bottles, a bottle warmer, and a specialized bottle sterilizer. Your head was whirling.

“Guys, you’re making me dizzy,” you practically wheezed, leaning back against the couch. Law rubbed your shoulder reassuringly.

“We’re almost done,” Shachi stated. He picked up a bag next to Ikkaku’s shoe. “Oh, I forgot. This one’s from Rebecca.”

Law picked his head up. “My head nurse?”

“Is that who that is?” Shachi asked, sliding over the bag.

“How did you get her number?” the surgeon asked, picking up the package and opening it.

“The hospital has a database with contact info. You should tell them to update your picture, by the way. You look dead in your current headshot.” Penguin’s backhanded comment made you snort.

The gift from Rebecca was exactly what you would expect from a cardiology nurse. A thermometer, a pair of baby nail clippers, petroleum jelly, a few rolls of sterile gauze, a first aid kit, an assortment of pacifiers, and a few baby toothbrushes. He felt himself smile. She had always been a caring, generous person. While he was still a bit perturbed by the whole hospital database thing, it came as no surprise to him that Rebecca would be so generous as to provide gifts for her superior and his expectant wife.

“This is the last one I think,” Ikkaku mumbled, dragging over another box with her foot. “Oh, this one’s from Luffy and his brothers!”

This time, both you and Law perked up.

“Luffy?” you asked. “I haven’t seen him in, like, three years.”

“Where’d he even go, anyway?” Law asked. “I lost track of him after a while.”

Ikkaku laughed, pushing the box toward you. “Sanji told me something about his grandfather trying to force the three of them to join the military. I think they moved somewhere just to get away from the hustle and bustle for a bit, but also to get away from that marine grandpa of theirs.”

“What was his name again?” Shachi asked.

“Garp, I think. Isn’t there a picture of his face on that marine recruitment poster they keep hanging at the local community college?” Penguin queried.

“That’s right.” Shachi snapped his fingers. “I never liked that guy.”

You leaned over as far as you could manage with your belly to open the box from Luffy and his two older brothers. On top of the packing, which was surprisingly well-done (probably not by Luffy), was a hand-written letter.

To the happy couple, Congratulations on your pregnancy! It’s been so long since we’ve all gotten together, but I’m so glad to hear you’re both doing well. At some point we’ll all reconnect, I’m sure Ace and Luffy would love to get to romp around with some toddlers, but at the same time, I would completely understand if you wanted anything but that. Regardless, I hope this box of goodies finds you well. Best of luck during the rest of your pregnancy!

From, Sabo (who wrote all of this, by the way), Ace, and Luffy

Beneath the newsprint used as packing material, a large collection of toys was compiled for the two of you to pick through. A rolled up playmat, some teething toys, an assortment of cardboard baby books, some of which were medical themed, a portable pack-and-play, a generous bunch of baby toys for both the home and a stroller, and a few toy organizers. It was assumed by everyone in the room that Sabo was the one responsible for picking everything out. The other two most likely trailed behind and poked each other with toys from the children’s section of the local supermarket. Regardless, the sentiment was appreciated. A fond smile crawled onto your lips as you scooped up one of the toys from the box. It was a sturdy stuffed white dog with floppy ears and a pink tongue.

“Bepo,” you called, beckoning your fur baby over. “It’s you!”

Law grinned at the display, but quickly hid his face at the mischievous cooing noises his best friends were making from across the room. Bepo was excitedly sniffing the nose of the dog toy before you plopped it back into the box to save for later.

“What’s the plan for you guys in terms of crib placement?” Ikkaku asked, cleaning up the space around her.

You and your husband glanced at each other. You hadn’t actually thought about it much until then. While your apartment was technically a two bed-one bath, the second bedroom was substantially smaller and filled with storage that the two of you always insisted you would one day tackle, but never did. It became a closet forbidden for life, until now, that is.

“I think we’re going to clean out the second bedroom and use that,” Law answered for the two of you. “That won’t be for a few more months, though.”

“Better get on it soon,” Shachi chided. “Those little munchkins will be here before you know it!”

You grinned, tossing a glance at Law as he pinched the bridge of his nose in between his fingers. You turned back to your friends across from you. “Thank you guys for bringing everything over, though, I really appreciate it! We both do.”

“Of course!” Ikkaku piped up before the other two could speak. “I didn’t know when your maternity leave was going to start, so I wanted to make sure you got everything now.”

“A few more weeks,” you confirmed. “But I’m glad to have all of this stuff so early, then we won’t have to stress when it gets closer to the due date.”

“Do you plan on breastfeeding?” Shachi asked suddenly.

“Shut it, Shachi,” Law barked. “You just spoiled us. Don’t test it now.”

The exchange made you laugh, Law seeming to smolder in the direction of his rowdy friends. Your laughing seemed to trigger something in your babies, too, as you felt two simultaneous flutters in your belly.

You liked making them laugh.

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acidxinxwonderland · 1 year

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Pretty Eyes Made of Stardust

18 plus smut shot! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x F!Reader

Summary: Freddy notices how stressed you are from being a manager at the Mega Pizzaplex, he wants you to take a break but it appears there is only one way to distract you from your heavy work load.

Word Count: 4.3k A/N: This is a very rushed one shot to get some practice in! So it’s nothing too fancy, just thought Freddy deserved more pieces about him ;o; Enjoy all the praise and some sweet smut~ You can also read it on AO3 if that’s more of your style: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47706907

You sit at your desk with the light of the computer hitting your face while you hunch over, typing away on the keyboard with tired eyes in the comfort of your office. Working here made you quickly realize one of the things Fazbear Entertainment enjoyed doing was overworking their employees, especially if you’re the manager of all attractions. Every injury, the smallest of things breaking, an angry parent, all of that falls onto you.

It was a lot of paperwork, an endless sea in fact, every day you have to spend hours into the night at the Pizzaplex just to get what you need to do to go home and not worry about it the next day. You press send a report in only for a new one to pop right up. You let out a frustrated sigh, sitting up in your squeaky office chair and running a hand over your face, letting it settle down onto your chin as your eyes skim over the words that quickly become one, big blurry mess. You blink, shaking your head as you try once again to read the report - yet to no avail nothing was making sense. “Jesus.” You mumble underneath your breath, having to take a moment to place your elbows on your desk and cradle your face on the palm of your hands. Your body feels so tense, it was almost as if something was crawling underneath your skin as you tried to make yourself relax.

As you practice slow deep breaths you hear a knock at your door, causing you to straighten up from surprise as your gaze shoots over to the sound. You take a moment to regain your composure, wondering who on earth would be visiting your office so late at night. “Come in!” You call out, swinging your chair to the side to greet the late night visitor.

The door opens to reveal none other than Freddy Fazbear. You are surprised to see him but a small welcoming smile appears on your face. You have always considered Freddy to be one of your friends, something that gave you company you truly enjoyed. He has made this year of working enjoyable, in more ways than one. “Ah, Freddy. I’ve never seen you at my office so late!” You say, adjusting in your seat. “Is everything alright?” Once you ask this question you immediately begin to pray that it wasn’t some last minute report that only added onto your workload.

“No need to worry, everything is alright.” Freddy replies, his piercing blue eyes roaming around your office before settling back onto your face. “I wanted to check in on you, I’ve noticed this is your fourth night staying this late.”

Your soft smile widens, a laugh leaving your lips as you nod your head. “Yeah, things seem to just be going wrong at all attractions recently. A lot of work to do so… Here I am!” You gesture towards your computer and he takes a step in, making everything in the office dwarf compared to him.

“I see… That doesn’t sound too good.” His face seems to be scanning yours, you can only assume he is checking your vitals like he does everytime the two of you see each other. “You seem to be quite stressed, superstar, perhaps it would be in your best interest to take a break or even come back early tomorrow morning so you can get some well deserved rest!”

His concerns were sweet and you were tempted to follow his advice but you knew what had to be done. You wave your hand at him dismissively. “Psh, nah. I’m fine! Nothing I can’t handle, I’ve been getting pretty good at this.” You lie right through your teeth, if it wasn’t for your tired eyes and tensed up body you might have been able to fool him.

Freddy falls silent for a moment once you finish reassuring him that you were okay. All you can do is look up at him with a forced smile. “Are you… Sure superstar?” He asks in a cautious tone, seeing right through your lie.

Your smile drops immediately from the question. The jig was up. Your shoulders fall while you shake your head. “No. I’m not sure.” You look off to the side, letting your guard drop around the animatronic bear who always has brought you a comforting warmth. “It’s uh… It’s a lot. All of it is just… a lot.” You let out a sigh, gaze landing upon the document on your computer screen.

The sound of large metal feet fitting the ground falls upon your ears as he comes closer to you, a large metallic paw landing on your shoulder. The contact causes you to immediately relax.

“There’s nothing wrong with it being too much. After all, you are only human superstar. Please don’t feel like you ever have to pretend you’re okay when you’re around me.” His soft tone feels like a warm fluffy blanket wrapping around you, each kind word leaving an impact on you.

You feel your eyes begin to sting, heart skipping a beat as you finally look up at him with a sweet smile. How could something not even human show you so much compassion? “Freddy…” Your voice breaks and you try your best to not feel embarrassed from your vulnerability. “Wow, um, thank you. That’s really sweet of you to say.” His eyelids lower, looking at you with affection as you continue to talk about your issues. “It’s just hard, you know? Never ending pile of paperwork, having to check on your guys handlers, making sure the employees of the attractions are doing their best. It’s… Like god, it’s terrible. If I’m going to be honest I would have quit by now if it wasn’t for…” You trail off, feeling a small warmth dust across your cheeks from what you were just about to confess.

“If it wasn’t for what, superstar?” Freddy asks with curiosity laced in his tone.

You take a moment but decide to admit what you were going to tell him, why not? He’s a robot, he wasn’t capable of judging you. “For you.” You breathe out, giving him another smile. “I mean it, I know there are days where we don’t see much of each other, but even a kind look from you can make me feel better about… Well everything really.”

Freddy seems a little taken aback from your admission but a warm look remains on his features causing your heart to skip a beat.

“I can’t express how much that means to me to hear you say that. If I may tell the truth as well, I feel the same way. Ever since you started working here, you added a splash of color to my daily routines, the days I don’t see you… It feels as though something is missing. It’s strange really.”

It was strange, you didn’t expect an animatronic of all things to say something so sweet to you. A tear slips down your cheek as you let out a laugh, your cheeks heating up more.

“Well, I guess I just have that effect on people, even on animatronics apparently.” You say jokingly, giving him a look of admiration.

The hand on your shoulder goes up to your cheek, the cool metal against your warm cheek was soothing even if it increased your heart rate. “I guess you do.” He says in that deep voice that you’ve come to love. He leans down closer to you and you tilt your head up more, blinking up at the bear with intrigue. “You know. Your eyes are like big pools, I adore it. It hurts to see tears in them.” Your breath hitches in your throat as every word of his sinks in. You can’t help but let out a nervous laugh. “Freddy, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were flirting with me.” Freddy lets out a deep chuckle. “What if I am?”

What… The fuck is happening?

The large thumb of his paw gently strokes your skin as you try to keep your cool. You are completely taken by surprise, not expecting a family friendly animatronic to be making moves on you.

You force yourself to speak, wanting to let him know you are one hundred percent on board with this. “Then I must be the luckiest girl on earth.” You utter out, finding yourself leaning against the hand on your cheek.

“Is that so?” He rumbles, his hand sliding down to your chin and gently lifting it up. “Then… You wouldn’t mind if I kissed you, would you?” His question made your cheeks bloom into a brilliant shade of red, eyes widening as you feel as though you could die right then and there. You take a moment, staring up at him as your heart pounds in your ears. A slow shaky breath leaves you as your hands go up to his shoulders.

“I… I wouldn’t mind at all.” You manage to say despite your lungs feeling like they're getting crushed by two large hands.

“That’s good.” Freddy gives you a wink before leaning in at an agonizingly slow pace, his lids sliding shut. You don’t hesitate, posture straightening so your warm lips can meet his muzzle. It wasn’t like kissing another person, of course it wasn’t, but it was more enticing than anything in the entire world. Your hands slide up further on his shoulders, tugging to bring him even closer to you.

The hand on your cheek slides to the nape of your neck as his head tilts to the side, pressing against your lips harder as he gives a gentle squeeze to your skin. Your racing heart begins to calm, muscles relaxing as you find yourself getting lost in the feeling. You let out a sigh through your nose, melting into the warmth of the contact between the two of you.

After a few passing moments Freddy pulls away and you have to suppress a whine from the loss; you open your eyes to see electric blue ones staring right back at you. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, letting out a laugh of disbelief. Did this really just happen to you?

“So beautiful.” He admires, running a hand through your hair as he lets out a deep chuckle. “I’m surprised you allowed me to do this…”

“Are you kidding me? I’m surprised you even wanted to do this in the first place. It’s um… For sure not in your programming.”

Freddy lets out a mechanical hum, taking a moment to think before responding. “It isn’t in my programming at all. Sounds like you’re a bad influence on me, superstar.”

You let out a breathy giggle, shrugging your shoulders. “I suppose I am.” Your hand goes down to his chest, rubbing up and down tantalizingly. “Does that bother you?”

“No.”

“Good. Because now that you’ve given me a taste, I want more.” You murmur, feeling a bit shy from your confession.

“If that’s what you wish, I can give the world.” He leans back in and presses his muzzle against your lips again but this time with more pressure. You let out a small squeak in surprise before immediately melting, kissing him back with a matched eagerness, bringing your arms back up to wrap around his thick neck.

You feel your breath becoming more uneven, your heart beginning to pick up its pace as you pour all your feelings into the kiss, eyes screwed shut as you move your lips against the metal. You feel large paws fall to your hips and before you know it he lifts you up as if you weigh nothing more than a feather. Without skipping a beat your legs go to wrap around his large torso, keeping your mouth upon his as you feel the air escape your lungs.

He turns towards your desk, one hand leaving your body to push everything to the side in one swoop before placing you on the desk, not breaking the kiss once. The large metal paws begin to run up and down your sides causing you to shiver as you let out a small noise.

Freddy pulls away and you let out a gasp for air, looking up at him with desperation now. He lets out a deep chuckle that sounds like a beautiful melody to you.

“Why don’t I help you relax, superstar?” He says in a seductive tone that feels like pure honey. His paw finds its way to your thigh, rubbing up and down in a slow, teasing way. You only take a few seconds for you to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

“Uh, I-I-”

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He says firmly, staring into your eyes. “The last thing I’d like to do is ruin what we have going on here.”

“No, it’s n-not like that.” You say, letting out a shaky breath as you look down to see his immense paw covering up the entirety of your thigh. He was so big, you feel as though you should be threatened by this fact but you feel more safe than you ever have with another. “Just a little nervous, I.. Want this more than anything.”

Freddy lets out a deep chuckle, giving your flesh a light squeeze that sets your nerves on fire. “Oh I know you’re nervous… Don’t think I don’t notice how fast your heart races whenever I do something as little as grazing against your arm. I can practically feel it.” His free hand goes up to your neck, gently wrapping his hand around the base and placing his thumb over your pulse. “It’s adorable.”

The other hand slides further up your thigh before reaching your stomach, sliding underneath the hem of your shirt to go towards your chest and you feel like you’re going to die from what was taking place. Your gaze goes back up to his, completely memorized as the palm of his hand covers your breast, giving a gentle squeeze that entices you further, thighs spreading apart as you feel a wetness building up.

“Look at you… The smallest of touch and you’re practically begging for more.” Freddy muses, a rumble vibrating his chest plate. You feel yourself tremble against his touch as your body begins to feel impossibly warm. “Lovely girl.”

“F-Freddy…” You whimper out, a gasp leaving your lips as you eagerly lean into his touch. You cannot believe this is happening to you, never once in your life did you think an animatronic like Freddy would come on to you and then proceed to grope you in your own office. It left your head spinning, making every second a bit harder to breathe.

The hand leaves your breast, going back to the end of your shirt to carefully lift it up over your head and place it beside you on the desk. You can’t help but feel timid exposed to him like this in your bra, his gaze roaming up and down your torso with half lidded eyes.

“Wow.” He finally says, bringing his hands to your back to unclasp your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders to take in the sight of your bare breasts. “Superstar…” He murmurs, bringing his hands back to your breasts, gently squeezing them together. “You are otherworldly.”

Your heart skips a beat from his amorous words, each compliment ingraining itself into your mind. You can’t help but look away, getting more timid as soft moans leave your mouth as he begins to massage your chest.

“Don’t shy away from me now, I admire those lovely eyes.” Freddy was just saying all the right things, no one has ever made you feel this way. You bring your gaze back onto his, despite being an animatronic it was clear he was looking at you with pure adoration. “That’s my girl.”

His thumbs cover the expanse of your nipples, rubbing in slow circles that sends delightful shivers throughout your body. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this, how much I have daydreamed about you.”

You are surprised by his admission. You always felt an attraction towards Freddy, something about him enthralled you but long ago you came to terms with the fact he could never return those feelings. Yet, here you are now, feeling drunk off the strong feelings the two of you seem to have for one another.

“Really?” You squeak out, letting out another sigh of pleasure as his thumbs press down. The feeling of arousal between your legs only grows, wanting nothing more than to feel more of his touch. “I… Wish you told me sooner.” You admit in a quiet tone. You find yourself wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, having to spread your legs even farther so his large frame can fit in between them. “All those restless nights thinking about you and yearning for something I didn’t think was possible.”

“Oh superstar, I am so sorry that I caused you those feelings. I wish I said something as well, but…” He presses his pelvic plate against your sex, the smallest bit of friction causing you to gasp. “Here we are now, let’s make the most out of it.”

You nod your head, feeling as though you were in a dream. You lean in closer, pressing your lips against his muzzle as you gently grind up against him while he continues to massage your breasts. You let out a pleasurable moan against his metal, grabbing one of his hands to bring it down towards your sex.

Freddy pulls away, resting his forehead on yours as he stares deeply into your eyes. “Eager, are we?”

“You have no idea.” You laugh out, feeling a sense of excitement as he takes a small step back, his other hand leaving your breast to grab onto the edge of your pants. You lift your hips up to assist him as he slowly slides your pants down your thighs and off your legs.

You spread your legs for him, watching as he drinks in the sight of you. “Even better than what I imagined.” He says in a soft tone, eyes not leaving your crotch as he places the palm of his large hand against your clothed sex. You immediately push into his touch, letting out a low moan from the contact. “I can feel how wet you are for me through your panties, desperate little thing.”

His words left you squirming in place, the Freddy Fazbear dirty talking to you had a very strong effect on you. It seems he quickly noticed the pleasure it brings to you, beginning to move his hand against your panties as he leans in to talk into your ear. “Look at you, I’m barely doing anything to you and you’re already coming undone.”

You push your hips up against his hand, your noises getting louder as your face flushes red. “Can you blame me?” You say through shaky breaths. “I want you so bad.”

“And you have me.” He replies with a warm tone, stopping his movements to push your panties to the side. He leans back to look down, letting out a mechanical groan just from the sight. “Oh my, I…” His pause makes you feel a twinge of nervousness creeping up in the back of your mind. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a lovely sight before.”

His thumb moves to rub against the outside of your folds, making you shift in place with this almost uncomfortable desperation deep inside your core. “Please…” You whisper, trying your best to relax.

“Hm, please what superstar? Is there something you’re wanting?” He says in this teasing tone that makes you giggle, shooting him a playful glare.

You still give him what he wants, not wanting to put up a fight, for now at least. “Please touch me?” You ask sweetly, spreading your legs further apart for him.

“As you wish.” Freddy murmurs, his large thumb going past your folds to cover your clit. You instinctively push against his touch, feeling as though you were touch starved. “There we go. Let all your worries melt away my star, you’re doing such a good job.” He praises, beginning to rub up against your sensitive nub.

You let out a moan from the sensation, twitching underneath his touch as his free hand soothingly glides up and down your side. “Ah, so good.” You breathe out.

“Yeah? You like that?” His tone dripped with arousal and desire, causing you to become even more desperate for the stimulation he was giving you. “You look so beautiful like this, I could play with you all night long.”

You’d gladly let him, no one has ever brought you such pleasure. He applies more pressure and you let out a louder moan, it’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this, you needed more.

You grind up into his touch, your soft pants and moans growing in volume as he rubs you at a steady pace. “Oh, oh fuck Freddy.”

Freddy’s thumb pauses its movements and you let out a small whine. “Watch your language.” He practically growls. “A delicate flower such as yourself shouldn’t say vulgar words like that.”

You blush deeply, nodding your head. “S-sorry… Please keep going.”

His gaze softens. “Good girl.” Freddy murmurs out, returning to rub against your engorged clit, now with a faster pace. “So fragile. So perfect for me.”

Freddy’s words and touch sent your mind into overdrive, having a hard time keeping up with what was happening. At this point you’ve completely forgotten about your work, the only thing that mattered was the bear right in front of you.

“Would you like me to go faster?” He asks and you immediately nod your head in response. He chuckles out, quickening the pace of his movement without wasting any time. You only grow louder with your noises, leaning back as you feel your stomach tie up in knots.

“Ah, oh god… Y-you’re going to make me cum.” Your hands squeeze at his shoulders, writhing underneath him as you feel your body beginning to tense up.

“Already? Mm… Eager little thing, cum for me superstar. You sound so gorgeous when you’re like this.”

Your grip only tightens as you feel a pressure in your core, thighs tensing as you are easily pushed off the edge. Something about him saying such dirty things really did it for you. Your head falls back as a loud moan pushes past your lips, twitching as you go through the motions of your delightful orgasm, enjoying every second.

Once you finish Freddy stops his movements, still keeping his thumb on your sensitive nub. “Wow… I can feel you twitching.” He marvels, looking down in between your legs. “What a mess you left, superstar. You really needed this, didn’t you?”

Your body slumps against the wall as you slowly nod your head, shivering from the best orgasm you’ve had in your life. “Yeah… Especially from you.” You stare up at him as you come down from your high, feeling a warmth bubble up in your chest. “I… I can’t believe we did this. I mean, how did you even know how to do this?”

“I may be an animatronic, but I am not dumb.” Freddy says, chuckling out. “It’s always been basic knowledge, especially when you have access to the internet all in here.” He brings his arm up to tap a finger against his head. “As well as some other tools you never knew you had had.”

“Tools?” You repeat, sitting back up as you tilt your head. “What do you mean tools?”

Freddy looks down at his pelvic area and your eyes follow. It doesn’t take long for you to put two and two together. “No… Way.” You say in pure surprise.

“Yes way. I actually figured out I had this when I met you.” He admits rather sheepishly, making you even more curious. “One night I was erm, thinking of you in not the most appropriate of ways. Then I felt a pressure and I opened up my pelvic hatch to reveal… A shaft.”

“You’re-you’re kidding me. Oh my god, I seriously am a bad influence on you.” Your eyes are trained on his pelvic plate, biting your bottom lip. You really wanted to see it and he easily reads your expression, letting out a deep chuckle.

“We can explore it another time, but I have kept you from work long enough.”

“Work…?” You ask out, eye brows knitting together before the realization dawns on you. “Oh, oh god! Work!” You look back at your computer, feeling a sense of panic.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright.” Freddy says comfortingly, running a hand through your hair to soothe you. “How about I help you? How are you feeling now, a bit more relaxed?”

You gaze back up at him, feeling your worries melt away from his touch alone. “Yes, I do. Th-thank you Freddy for, uh, taking care of me. I really enjoyed it.”

“I did too, superstar, you were so hot.” He admits and your face flushes red for the umpteenth time. Him of all things in the world calling you hot causes your heart to race.

“Y-you were too.” You squeak out, taking a deep breath. “And, I’d really like some help. Even just having you here is more than enough. You can uh, sit on the chair and I can sit on your lap?”

“Are you sure? That might not be very comfortable for you.” “Oh trust me, it’ll be more than comfy.” You say, giving him a bright smile. “You chose this, good luck not having me all over you whenever we are alone together.”

Freddy lets out a loud laugh, leaning to press his muzzle against your forehead. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You can already tell this was the start of something beautiful.

#glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader #fnaf security breach #fnaf fic #fanfic #one shot #cc x reader #WOOOOO #its been so long since ive posted a writing piece for feddy LOL #i hope the feddy simpers out there enjoy this one

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cleostoohot · 2 years

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒

i participated in @halokisses’s 3 day challenge last weekend. the challenge was great, i’ve grown to love blanket affirmations more and more. i manifested so many things i highly recommend this to all of you who have so many desires but don’t know where to start and/or want that hot summer glow up!

︴whole desired body

» one thing i was always indecisive about was the body i wanted. one day i want to be thick and curvy the next day i want to be slim and petite. recently i was more on the slim and petite side and i’m so happy i stuck with that because i manifested being 110lbs (i was in my 120s before). the shape i have now is so sexy and slender. my body is so toned but it doesn’t look like i work out, it just looks like i’m just one of those people who was blessed and born with a naturally toned body lol. i still have pretty round hips and another thing i noticed is my tits are so perfect! i really don’t need a bra at all anymore which is a major plus because one thing i hate is wearing a bra in hot weather.

︴glass skin

» when i say there’s not a single flaw on my face, there is not a single flaw on my freaking face. my skin has never been this clear or had this glow. my menstrual cycle is also coming up and usually i’d get one or two little pimples but there’s not a pimple on my face.

︴baby hairs

» this one shocked me bc of how random it is. my baby hair got so much fuller and longer! i always wanted to do the dramatic baby hair look (like jayda wayda) but i never had the natural long ones. i can’t wait to style them with some straight backs omg- plus they’re not coiled up which makes them easier to do.

︴big lips

» my lips got freaking huge!! they were already a normal big before but now they’re big af! it looks so good on me and i love the way my lips look when i smile MM! i spent like 5 minutes in the mirror just staring at myself.

︴perfect teeth

» i had kind of small teeth which didn’t look bad at all, but this new look is wayyy better. my teeth are way more normal sized and perfectly shaped. they also look way whiter than before but i never really pay attention to the shade of my teeth fr.

︴face shape

» my jawline got so much sharper! it’s such an attractive look i didn’t even realize how sharp it got until i seen myself on my sisters story. i actually said “dayummm” when i saw myself. i’m a real fine ahh mf lmao.

BONUS MANIFESTATIONS

i’m pretty positive i manifested these just from persisting in “i always have my desires in less than three days”.

︴money bagg clo

⋙ this is the big success i was talking about a few days ago. i manifested 5k out of the blue. my sister was gambling and she talked about how she almost won 5k and all i said was “damn, i wish you won so you could give me the whole 5k” as a joke. when i checked my cash app the next morning 5k was added to my previous amount. there was no notification about it being sent or anything plus i think the max amount you can send is 1k a month or something. i never had no big money manifestation like that and it had me so shook.

︴monte crisco

⋙ if you never had a monte crisco, you are missing outtt! those sandwiches are heaven sent and i was craving one bad! how bout my aunt brought me one for brunch tb some “i think you’d like this” UM YES? i was so happy i damn near got pissed off lmfaooo

︴winning crash bandicoot

⋙ that game is so hard i just be wanting to kick my tv. i was stuck on this one level for too long and within doing this challenge i passed it so easily. i just was going for it and didn’t fail once. it was a big relief and saved my tv from a tragedy.

︴packages

⋙ i ordered a lot of clothes shein and some hair. both packages were going to take so long to finally get to my house and even though i won’t be home any time soon, i just wanted it to be there. my packages went from taking almost weeks to only 3 days! my dad called me and said “did you mean to ship them here or did you want me to send them to your sisters house?” i was like what is this mf talking about but when he said it was a “sheen package and stuff” lol i was like ikyfllllll.

the affirmations i chose were “i always have what i desire in less than three days” and “i glowed up for summer in less than three days”. do this challenge y’all! this is definitely some of the best successes I’ve ever gotten. and i’m also so proud of y’all who decided to do it with me, muahhh. love y’all <33

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #success story #self concept #444

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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who’s pretty?

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2,527

warnings: swearing, kissing, smoking (DON’T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT), slight seasonal depression, innuendos/suggestive tone towards the end, allusions to nudity, fluff

a/n: hi!! i’ve been super excited to work on some christmas related fics, so here we are. i think it turned out super sweet and i think i might even like it! i really hope you guys like it too!! thanks for putting up with my shit. <333

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Eddie spit out the plastic wrapper stuck between his teeth, setting the christmas tree cake in his mouth while he readjusted, tossing the film beside him on the porch and holding on to his cigarette more firmly.

Situated, the boy took an aggressive bite of the cake, red and green sprinkles crunching as he chewed. He swallowed, and took a slow drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs. He looked down, assessing the white icing covering his fingertips.

Eddie scarfed down the rest of his cake, licking the residue from his skin. Little Debbie wasn’t doing anything to soothe the ache in his chest. Neither was his cigarette.

Eddie watched the neighbors across the dirt road—it could hardly be called a street—wrap lights around their porch beams. Once up, they plugged them in, warm white lights illuminating the dingy gray of their trailer.

He tapped the ash off into the tray next to his thigh and scoffed a little. He always preferred the multi-colored lights to those.

He perked up, though, as the cat belonging to those very same neighbors leapt from the cat door and out into the sand, presumably in search of a mole or a cricket to snack on.

Eddie scratched his nails against the porch, watching for the cat’s head to snap up and notice that attention was waiting for him across the way.

He bounded over to Eddie, a black streak in the cool and foggy blue of the afternoon, starting to rub over his shoes and calves. “Hey, buddy.”

Eddie scratched behind the cats ears, rubbed his belly when he flipped over. But his visit was cut short as something moved in the overgrown grass and the cat shot away, back to business.

Eddie sighed, pushing off of the worn in wood, moving back inside.

The holiday season used to be Eddie Munson’s favorite time of the year. His uncle Wayne usually got two weeks off of work, and he’d spend them with his nephew, watching cheesy Christmas movies and eating themselves out of house and home.

He never got much in terms of gifts, nothing big or grand. But every band t-shirt Wayne brought home from the thrift store made Eddie’s heart grow two sizes. Every couple guitar picks or album that had a poster in the sleeve that Wayne would watch Eddie giddily tack up in his room.

As for Wayne, Eddie found that mugs were a very good gift, and could mean a lot. They did mean a lot.

Wayne didn’t love anything more than a nine-year-old, doe eyed Eddie running up to him with the present he’d hid in his room all December. He felt the same way when Eddie was twenty.

But it hadn’t been the same in recent years. It hurt, but Eddie knew that’s how it worked. Things changed, and the things you loved as a kid don’t feel the same as you get older. They aren’t the same.

Wayne didn’t get two weeks off for the holidays anymore. The plant wasn’t as abundantly employed as it used to be. He was lucky if he got Christmas Eve off and not just the day of. When Wayne was home, he was tired, and it wasn’t the occasion that it once was, full of hyper Eddie shenanigans.

But Eddie missed it. He missed going on walks to the rich neighborhoods to look at their elaborately set up light displays. He missed laying in bed at night, even long after he knew that Santa was actually Wayne and everything else was capitalist bullshit, trying to go to sleep so that his presents would be delivered.

Fuck, he missed being a kid.

He was lost in this mental turmoil spiral when the door slammed and Wayne returned from picking up dinner. Eddie hopped up, ready to help get plates out and make sure the restaurant hadn't forgotten anything.

"Hey, kiddo?" Wayne asked once they'd settled down to eat. Eddie looked up at his uncle from his place on the floor. With his legs crossed and hands bare of any jewelry, Wayne thought his nephew looked lightyears younger. Like his little boy. Eddie hummed in response.

"Merill's has a good bit of trees left. You wanna go pick one out in the next couple days?" Eddie's eyes lit up and he moved to sit on his knees, stuffing pizza crust in his mouth.

He finished swallowing, "Yeah, of course. You sure you won't be too tired or anything?"

Wayne watched as Eddie scanned for his next breadstick. He'd had that nervous habit since he was little: occupying himself while waiting for a response in fear that something would go wrong.

"No, bud. I'll be just fine."

And so they drove up to the farm and brought home one of the smallest and scraggliest trees--just like they always did. Wayne said those had the most character.

Later when it was getting dark outside and both parties were resting from getting the thing inside and in its stand, Eddie realized it was past time for Wayne to be at work, and he wondered if he'd possibly zoned out enough to entirely miss his uncle's goodbye.

He slipped down the hall, only to see Wayne sorting through various holiday lights. "Uh, Wayne?"

"Yeah, bud?"

"Aren't you late for work?"

"No, bud. I've got time off. Suppose I should've mentioned that, huh?" Wayne hadn't forgotten to tell Eddie. How could one forget that they had time off from work? He'd simply wanted it to be a surprise.

Eddie might've been very good at concealing his feelings in general, but Wayne knew he was bummed that Christmas had changed for the both of them. Wayne looked up at Eddie, who was practically beaming.

"Really? How long?"

"Two and a half weeks."

"Shit." Eddie was grinning hard, cheeks pinked and knees bopping slightly. He was excited.

"Guess that means your happy?" Wayne handed the boy one end of the lights to plug in and check they still worked.

"Well, yeah, duh."

"What would you think about asking Y/N over? She could spend the night on Christmas Eve and then the day if she's up for it. Thought maybe you'd like that. I could cook or somethin'."

"I think she'd love that. And you don't have to cook. She'd gladly eat take out, I know."

That night, Wayne stepped out of the bathroom to see Eddie lying on the floor in front of the tree reading, but also staring up at the colored lights in awe. Wayne felt his eyes get glassy and blinking the oncoming tears away. His boy.

He walked over, crouching to plant a prickly kiss in Eddie's curls, only to ruffle them afterwards. "Night, Eds."

Eds. His uncle was the only person that had ever called him that before you. He didn't say it often, but it was one of his favorite things to hear. "Night, Wayne."

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"Hey, precious." Eddie swung the door open for you, simultaneously shoving a cookie in his mouth.

"Afternoon, Edward." Eddie wrinkled his nose at the use of his birthname, which you kissed in greeting.

"Want a cookie? They've got sprinkles."

"In a second. I've brought a gift for your pretty tree." You set your bag on the coffee table.

"Who's pretty?" Wayne asked, emerging from the back of the trailer.

"You Waynie," Eddie quipped, earning himself a playful smack on the back of the head.

"The tree is pretty, Wayne," you supplied. "I brought it presents. Sorta."

Eddie watched as you dug around, pulling free two ornaments, though he couldn't quite make out what they were.

"Here, Wayne, this one's yours." He held out his hand, and you set the object in his palm. His was a little Garfield ornament. The cat was wearing blue pajamas and was holding a little teeny coffee mug.

Wayne laughed appreciatively. "That's a good one, sweetie. Thank you. Will you find it a good spot on the tree for me?"

"Sure!" He squeezed your shoulder and watched as you put it front and center, towards the middle of the tree, that way Garfield could keep watch.

Wayne walked off into the kitchen, giving you space to give Eddie his prize.

Eddie waited patiently, though that was often a struggle for him. "Okay, I might've gotten you two. But I couldn't not get one of them." Eddie held out both hands, grinning expectantly. It was simple, really, the more you looked at it. A black sphere with purple lettering. One side said Master of Reality, the other Black Sabbath.

"Holy shit," Eddie said, turning the ball over in his hands. "Where'd you find this?"

"The record store in town had a whole bunch of old ornaments on sale, like they'd been cleaning out the back, and I thought you'd like it. Do you?"

Eddie smacked a dramatic kiss on your forehead. "Are you fuckin' kidding me? Of course I like it." He couldn't take his eyes off of it, mainly because it was so sweet of you to have gotten for him, but also because he thought it was funny that the store still had one considering how long the album had been out.

Eddie was lost in thought when you approached him with the next one. "When I went to get a book last week they had this little tree covered in book-related ornaments, and I saw this and I gasped so hard the lady behind me asked me if I was alright."

Eddie laughed, throwing his head back, and you took the opportunity to hang the ornament off of the tip of your finger to show him. He looked down, only to see a small painted ornament that looked like a book. It was The Hobbit.

"Baby." You were the one grinning like an idiot now. That one earned you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Isn’t it cool?” You asked, pointing out that the text was raised and everything, that the spine even had ridges.

“It’s so cool.” He spun around to walk the few feet into the kitchen. “Wayne, would you look at this?”

Eddie’s uncle did as requested, smiling at your gesture. “That is very cool, Eds. Looks better than the copy you’ve got.”

“It totally does!” The boy wasn’t even slightly offended.

Eddie marched over to the tree, nestling the ornament amongst the others, along with his Black Sabbath one.

He turned to you, taking your face in his hands.“Thank you, sweetheart. I’m gonna be so annoying about those now.”

“I know. I prepared myself on the way here.” The smile he gave you was brilliant, and there was no other way to describe it.

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The three of you spent a good portion of Christmas Eve making cookies: gingerbread, snickerdoodles, shitty sugar ones with sad icing jobs. Though, you did make sure to get most of it done early so there was time to chill.

You watched loads of movies. How the Grinch Stole Christmas had been on that morning, and Eddie extravagantly performed “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch” for you, poking at your sides to get you to smile.

Eddie rented Die Hard for you, just because he knew you had the hots for Alan Rickman. He slipped it in the VHS slot, only for Wayne to say, “This the one with her pretty boy in it?”

Eddie practically cackled as you sunk into the couch more than he thought possible.

“He’s not a boy,” you argued. “He’s a total man, thank you very much.”

You watched Gremlins, and Eddie laid his head in your lap. You missed the way Wayne looked over at the two of you, in awe of how lucky he was that his boy had found someone so good. He thought about how happy he was to have this little family.

Wayne picked up food from Benny’s, not wanting to have to cook two nights in a row.

At the end of the night, Eddie finished off his first pile of rentals with Silent Night, Deadly Night. You didn’t mind, not with how excited he was about it. You loved a good slasher anyhow.

It was well past midnight when the film was over, and you cleaned up the popcorn mess while Eddie rinsed cans out for the recycling before the both of you slipped away to allow Wayne some rest before the big day.

Eddie had been in the bathroom while you went into his room to get changed. You slipped out of your pajama bottoms, opting for no pants at all considering Eddie was like a human furnace.

You heard the door click shut behind you as you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving your back bare to him. Eddie wolf-whistled.

You through the shirt at him, aiming for his face, only for him to catch it instead. “Usually it’s dinner and a show, not bedtime and a show, but I’ll take it, hot stuff.”

“Shut the fuck up, Munson.” Eddie giggled to himself as he stopped you from putting on your own shirt, reaching for one of his own. He pulled out his worn in Master of Reality t-shirt.

“Seems appropriate, don’t you think?” He slipped the fabric over your head. “Stick your arm through—there you go.” Once settled, he kissed you sweetly before giving you a light slap on the ass as you climbed into bed.

“C’mon now pretty boy, let’s see my bedtime show.”

Eddie shimmed out of his sweats for you, stepping out of them with a flourish. You giggled at his underwear, which had little Santa hats on them.

“Don’t laugh, they’re comfortable!” He took off his shirt and you made grabby hands at him.

You sat up on your knees to kiss his spider tattoo and then the demon, making sure to hit them all. You made him spin to get the newer one on the small of his back: very sexy bat wings.

Eddie crawled into bed with you, switching his lamp off. “Now, look, I know I’m insatiable, and you’d probably love to stay up all night kissing me, and sweet-talking me, but we gotta get to sleep if we want Santa to come.”

He tickled his fingers up your arm when you stared to laugh, burying your face in his chest.

“Eddie, my love, you haven’t got a chimney.”

He scoffed, fighting a laugh. “You doubt Santa’s abilities to get me my presents though I lack the typical vessel? He has his ways, baby. Damn.”

Eddie reached for your thigh, grabbing hold and swinging it over both of his before kneading at the squish of it. He patted it fondly before he kissed your forehead.

“Merry Christmas, you little shit,” you said. “I love you.”

Eddie snickered. “Goodnight, pain in my ass. I love you more.”

The holiday season had officially climbed right back up to being one of Eddie Munson’s favorite things. He thought, laying there beside you that night, that you and Wayne were the best people in the world.

It felt like all the shitty Christmases had been leading up to this fucking excellent one, and he was over the moon.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson christmas fic #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson x you #eddie munson oneshot #eddie the banished #eddie munson x female reader #savannah’s fics

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bc i watched The Trailer and know who i am as a person, vague speculation spoilers!

The first thing Callum realizes is that everything hurts, his lungs taking in a laboured breath. The second is that Rayla is sitting close to him, very close to him, her hands on said injured chest.

“Ow—” he grunts when he goes to move.

“Careful,” she says, too concerned to be chiding, but it still hurts to blink at her as Rayla helps him sit up in a way that doesn’t pull at whatever the hell he’s hurt ujust as much, which is probably everything.

The third thing is that they’re alone, fresh panic rising in his throat.

“Where are—”

“Ez and Soren are speaking with Domina.” She gives a little shrug, fidgeting, and Callum takes in the strange glowing barnacles above their heads, the whole flat, turquoise plateau seemingly encased in a giant air bubble, water flowing naturally outside. They’re somewhere new, deep below the sea. He thinks he’d be more fascinated by it if he had time to be. “Dragons and diplomacy, y’know? More their speed than mine. They’ll be glad you’re awake though. You scared all of us.”

Did he always ramble like this when he was worried or nervous, Callum wonders. Or at least, did he used to?

Rayla seems to catch herself, though, and clears her throat. “Anyway—how are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” he admits, and they share a grim but genuine smile.

“I have some ointment that can help,” she offers, Stella skittering off her shoulder as she reaches back between her blades. “If you’d like. It’ll sting a bit, though.”

“That’s fine.”

His eyes adjust to the new lighting as she gets the small blue phial out and pours some onto a spare square of glass she likely uses to clean her blades. She dabs at the blood on the side of his face first, the skin scraped underneath, and Callum winces.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he assures her. Her face has been this close to his more often more recently, but it still throws him a bit—her attention, her proximity, her gentleness. She’s always been one of the kindest people he knows, next to his brother. This is no different, her features a bit pinched in concentration as she tends to him, and—

He blushes when she looks up suddenly, and he’s caught staring. A pretty pink dusts her cheeks, too, as she swallows and looks away, getting up to sit by his other side by his sore, swollen eye.

“This’ll hurt more, unfortunately,” she warns, but he braces himself, letting his gaze rest on her this time without overthinking it.

Maybe healing always does, but maybe that’s how you get better.

“Thank you,” he says once she’s done, for a lot of things—for patching him up, for saving his life, for being his friend, for holding his heart the best way she’s known how, even if it hurt, too.

“Callum, I—” she starts, reaching up, and her fingers skim over his black eye, a gentle enough graze that it doesn’t sting. Her eyes flicker toward his lips. He leans in, and—

“Callum!” They break apart as Ezran enters the cave, but Callum can’t be too bothered, as his little brother hugs him eagerly, and Soren claps him gingerly on the back. It’s good to see them and even better to know they’re safe as they take seats on the floor across from him.

Rayla takes his hand, and Callum squeezes it. There’ll be more time to talk later. He’ll make sure of it.

#rayllum #listen someone had to write it #tdp #tdp spoilers #s5 spoilers #s5 #s5 speculation #s5 wishlist #my fic #ficlet #fic #got this out of my system so i can finish 'twice as many stars' before it gets even more blatantly canon divergent good god

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jeonwonwoo · 2 years

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— what’s up guys 😭 i just wanted to share my own little two cents on some colouring trends i’ve seen lately (particularly for kpop gifs!) which includes really distorted pink/red hues for skintones or oversaturated yellows so maybe i could give some tips that also helped me in the past!!

and of course because i love to talk a lot — this is a very long and image heavy tutorial...

❓ why is it an issue? i think its a very clear given that whitewashing is wrong and problematic for a vast number of reasons (with a history steeped in colourism and racism) and how there’s no excuse for changing the skintone of a person-of-colour.

— but with that said i want to make it clear that this is not an accusatory post! i’m not jumping on any one content creator or tumblr user to call them racist or colourist or a bigot 😭 and i don’t want to accuse anyone of having bad intentions with their gifs or images that they post! i really just want this to be a helpful post for anyone who is struggling to colour their gifs properly and more of a learning step instead of a call-out!

however pink-washing (i’m aware there is another definition for this term but i’m referring to washing out a skintone to make it red-pink) and yellow-washing are equally as wrong! and they are also easily avoidable!!

in the past it was a commonly held (and incorrect) belief that european people (a term i’m going to use broadly for non-poc) had a ‘fair’ and ‘pink’ undertone to their skin [and it was an encouraged beauty standard to try and emulate that fair pale pink skin] while asian people (particularly east asian ethnicities) had ‘yellow’ skin (as seen in racist caricatures and a plethora of terrible and outdated race theories).

thus pink-washing and yellow-washing both embrace two extreme ends of the scale and it’s simply better and more respectful to try and maintain the skintone of the idol in your gifs! there are deeper contextual explanations of this if you would like to learn more!

❓ identifying pink/yellow gifs

let’s start with recognising what colouring is a no-go ❌ if you’re a gifmaker you’re probably fighting a battle on two fronts — against the whitewashing music shows and then the struggle to restore skin colour without turning the dial up so much that you’ve changed their entire skintone.

for this example below i found a kpop psd posted recently (in the past few months actually) and applied it to a basic bright-lighting sort of facecam.

the original facecam has no heavy stage lighting (as stages can often have really strong red or pink lights that also darken the colours) so it’s an easy one to follow along with.

the gif on the left has only a basic curves layer while the gif on the right has the added kpop psd on it. it’s a very stark difference in jungwon’s skintone and i would definitely classify this as an unnatural skin tone.

following a selective colour layer (to subtly increase the warm tones of his skin) / a photo filter (to counter the pale blue sort of lighting) and a colour balance - we can end up with a product like this.

now of course, this is only a very simple sort of colouring. and everyone has different colouring styles so you can go bonkers with all the colour manipulation for the blues and greens and purples as you like!

but what if the stage is just naturally red?

may i introduce you to the dreaded seventeen stages during face the sun era then 😭

as you can see there is already a very heavy sort of pink-red cast on his skin (that only gradually got worse as the stage started because of those damn lights and shadows 😭) but we can easily work around them!

so here’s our stage lighting with no adjustments

and now even though we got rid of the pink-tone it’s been replaced with a very strong yellow. (you might think i’m exaggerating out here but there are unfortunately a mite too many gifs like this). jeonghan’s skin (not to mention the members in the back) have been dialled up to a wasp yellow.

and unfortunately (at least in my experiences) there have been quite a few of the below instances (especially for this stage) so ultimately it is all about finding the right balance between getting rid of the harsh, unsaturated lighting while also bringing back warmth to the skintone while ALSO not giving the idols a spray-tan.

❓ so what can i do?

well i’m glad you asked! let’s go back to the jeonghan example we just used. here’s the stage gif once more without any adjustments or layers.

now i’ll add a simple curves layer (to even out the general lighting) and we end up with this. it’s obviously much better. the red-brown cast has no become darker creating a greater contrast with jeonghan’s skintone versus his black and white outfit! it’s a nicer gif overall but i want to bring out his skintone ever so slightly to make up for the harsh white lights on the highlights of his face.

i added another selective colour layer (increasing the reds with the cyan slider and then the black slider while also pushing on the yellow slider as well) and a gradient map (fading from black to orange and set to soft light at a 20% opacity)! and this is my final result!

❓ tips and tricks

— colour balance is your best friend! if a gif seems too blue (and hence giving your subject a pale purple-red sort of look) bring back the slider to the yellow side. or vice versa. it often sorts out all the little hiccups that a curves layer might have provided. — create layer masks to compare skin colour. it’s always useful to just have a little circle where you can see the skintone before and afters! — don’t just rely on selective colour to bring colour back into skin. this is where i find that i often trip up to overcompensate for whitewashing. a gradient map works wonders if set at the right opacity and you can adjust the skin colours minutely afterwards! — this might seem like a reduntant theme but it’s more than okay to ask for help! even i’ve found that i struggle with colouring a gif right and it’s better to get two or three heads in the game than one 😭

there is no one method or psd that will automatically graces oneself with perfect and correct colouring but it’s a matter of practice and figuring out what methods works for you!

i’d take a look at these very helpful tutorials! how to colour east/south-east asian celebrities how to fix orange-washed characters

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maivolpe · 1 year

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Could I request something similar to the protective grocery store one, but with enemies to lovers vibes? Or even just “not dating but they’ve both thought about it a lot without telling the other”? I’m a sucker for both of those tropes

i’ve been trying to lengthen my writing, and this was a ton of fun to write! while it doesn't end in lovers exactly, i guarantee you they'll fall for each other and i hope this still suffices. thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoy ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: cursing wc: 868

your finger hovered over the send button, contemplating what to do. if you pressed it, you’d never live it down. but everyone was already at tony's party, leaving you one option. bucky.

you had tried to get along with him, you really did. the first time you met him, you extended a hand for him to shake. he didn’t take it, instead looking you up and down, his lip curling with disgust.

from then on, you two had been at each other’s throats, never missing an opportunity to bring the other down a peg. it was a shame, really, you thought. you’d never show it, but it hurt you to be mean to him. his words hurt too, the all-too-honest jabs that got under your skin.

you’d thought the two of you would get along, maybe even be friends, when you were first told about him. it didn’t matter. you two were rivals, that’s all there was to it.

but now, tears stung your eyes, your face hot with frustration. your arms, twisted behind your back, burned with the effort. your fingers scrabbled for grasp on the zipper, to no avail. the dress refused to zip.

it was a floor-length silk slip, one that you’d bought recently. you ghosted your fingers over the fabric, the sparkles scratching your palm. it rested gently under your collarbone, the dark blue cloth highlighting your sparkling eyes. it was the only dress you had that was formal enough to wear, and it wasn’t zipping up. you couldn’t just show up to the party naked.

you’d drafted a text to bucky, as no one else was around, but you couldn’t bring yourself to send it. you didn’t want to admit that you needed help, especially for something as trivial as this.

you groaned, dropping your phone onto your bed. maybe you’d just skip the party. it didn’t matter that you’d bought this dress specifically for it, or that you’d been talking about the event for months. maybe the dress was a sign from the universe not to go.

a soft knock on your door caused you to whirl around, confusion etched on your features.

you opened the door, and upon seeing bucky barnes, promptly slammed it shut again.

“oh come on, doll,” he protested. the word didn’t drip in venom as it usually did, and your brow furrowed. what could he want?

a muffled “i saw your text,” answered your question.

you wrenched the door open again, face burning. “what text?”

bucky laughed. “what do you mean, what text? you need help with your dress, no?”

you sighed, clutching the fabric closer to your body and opening the door wide enough for him to step into the room.

he stood there awkwardly, taking in the sight of you in the dress. your face flushed with shame, mind spinning with what he must have been thinking.

“you, uh… you look good,” he muttered, avoiding your eyes. his feet pattered lightly as he walked around you, gently taking hold of the zipper.

you stilled, hearing only the sound of the zipper finally giving in. bucky held the fabric away from your back, making sure not to scratch you with the metal teeth.

you discreetly reached up and pinched your arm, wincing when nothing happened but a sharp pain. why was he being so civil? had something changed? had you lied to yourself from the beginning?

your curiosity got the better of you, and you turned to face him. "why aren't you making fun of me?" you asked, adding an "asshole" for good measure.

bucky’s eyes crinkled in a smile you didn’t know he had in him. “i… don’t really like who i am when we fight like that. it’s never how i wanted things to be, it just felt like… the right choice. to protect you, almost.”

you eyed him suspiciously, and he took it as a cue to keep talking.

“but then when you started talking back, it seemed like you really hated me. and maybe you do! that’s okay, i just… kept it going because of that.”

your heart dropped into your stomach, eyes widening. "are you serious?"

bucky chuckled, albiet sadly. "as the plague."

you threw yourself at him, and even his chemically-developed reflexes couldn't prepare him for your arms wrapping around his midsection. you felt him tense at first, but he relaxed, and slowly dropped his arms.

"i'm sorry," you breathed. your face still burned, but with a different kind of embarassment. "i don't hate you at all. i thought we could be friends, actually."

bucky pulled away to look you in the eyes, and you caught your first real glimpse of him that day. he wore a black button-down shirt and matching slacks, with light glinting off the metal of his hand, just peeking out of a sleeve. as dressed up as an assassin could get, you supposed. his hair hung like curtains around his face. you always liked it that way. you wondered if you could tell him that now.

"friends?" he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. he extended a hand for you to finally shake, and you smiled.

"friends. now let's go before tony kills us."

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ko-fi ♡

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Just a Litte Longer,

carl grimes

Carl Grimes x fem!Reader (she/her)

A/N: First time posting an imagine! I’ve always loved writing but I normally end up just getting as far as a poem or an idea for a story. I have also been having A LOT of writers block recently so I hope this is good enough! ♡

warnings: making out (if that even counts as a warning.)

This is set in Alexandria but not in any specific season. (whatever season you’d like)

!! proof read !!

Description: Rick has had enough of Y/N and Carl’s bickering. They have hated each other since the first day they’ve met and he has never understood why? The two are fairly similar and would make a great pair. He came to the realization that the only way to get the two of them to bond is by, forcefully, having them scavenge together.

Y/N: pink

Carl: blue

Rick: green

Enjoy!

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“Carl! Y/N! Get down here!” Rick yelled from the kitchen, hearing annoyed groans coming from the two as they nearly trampled down the stairs. “We’re running pretty low on food for Judith.”

“I don’t understand? What does that have to do with us?” Y/N asked, Carl nodding in agreement.

“I need the both of you to go out to get some for her.”

“Seriously?”

“Are you actually complaining? She’s just a kid.”

“Now, come on, don’t make me feel bad. I’m tired. Cut me slack, okay?” Y/N crossed her hands over her chest.

“You’ve done nothing to be tired today,” Carl argued. “I have a reason to be tired, I’ve actually done shit.”

“And by ‘shit’ you mean playing video games? I’ve done shit today, I went outside, played hide and seek with the younger kids, helped Olivia make lunch.”

“I did not just play video games. I read a bit too…”

Y/N laughed, “You did not fucking read. You looked at drawings with speech bubbles around them. You can barely call that read-”

“Can you two quit? And also, watch your mouth.” Rick cut her off, Carl shooting Y/N a cocky smirk. “I don’t care about how either of you feel, you’re going. Now, get ready.”

The pair went back upstairs into their rooms to get themselves ready to go. Carl threw on a random pair of jeans, a white shirt, and a blue flannel to go over it. Y/N wore her only pair of low-waisted blue jeans and her brown, scoop necked, long sleeve shirt (the lace trim from her white, cami tank top popping out from the top and bottom of the shirt.) They both put their shoes on, grabbed a bag and their choice of weapon and once again, they almost trampled down the stairs.

“Here are the keys.” Rick tossed the keys to the car to Y/N, he shot her an impressed look at the fact that she caught them. “Now, You two stay safe.” They said goodbye to Rick and walked out the front door.

Not even being outside for one second Carl snatched the keys from Y/N’s hands. “Thank you.” He let out a pop noise.

“Hey! Give em’ back!” Y/N demanded.

“No.” He scoffed, unlocking the car.

“The fuck?” Y/N sped to the other side of the car and shoved Carl out the way. She was so close to sitting down in the drivers seat until she felt him tug on her wrist. Her eyes widened at the feeling of his fingertips on her skin, she kind of liked it. He moved her out to the way. “My fucking God…” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m not kidding. I don’t feel like dying today.” He gave a light chuckle and sat down to start the car. Y/N accepted the fact that she wasn’t getting those keys and went back around to sit into the passengers seat.

After a terrible twenty minuets of sitting in a silent car full of tension, they finally spotted what looked like a convenient store. They held the weapons close as they watched each others backs. Their hatred for each other wasn’t so bad, it’s not like they wanted one another to die. Surprisingly, there wasn’t all that many walkers guarding the place nor inside.

I still don’t understand why your dad couldn’t have just chosen someone else to this.” Y/N said as soon as they began looking around for the supplies that was needed.

“Neither do I but, at least my sister will be alive.” He turned to her, putting his gun down.

“Please, She’s the only reason why I’m doing this.” Y/N loved Judith. She is actually one of the few people Judith will let hold her without crying within ten minuets of being in their arms.

“Feelings are mutual.” They had been looking around for a good amount of time but still, no luck whatsoever. All they ended up finding was a small case of water and fruit flavored gummies.

“I knew we wouldn’t find jack shit.” Y/N mumbled, flipped through a magazine.

“What?” Carl turned around from looking at the row of chips.

“I knew we wouldn’t find jack shit.” Y/N repeated, laying the magazine onto the counter behind her.

“What’s with your attitude today?” She laughed in response to his question.

“God, you’re acting like your dad.”

“I’m being serious.”

“I don’t have an attitude.”

“Yeah, you do.” He assured, “normally you’re a brat but today you’re just being a dick.”

“You’re the one that’s being a dick!” Y/N argued, moving closer to him.

“Really?” Carl laughed at her assumption.

“Yes, really.” She looked him up and down shooting what felt like a death stare until she noticed the grin growing on his face. Also, not to mention the tension from not too long ago, in the car, had came back except this time it felt… Different? It felt more, romantic.

He placed his hands on her hips, “What are you doing?” Y/N pushed him away. He moved back closer to her, this time lust forming in his eyes.

“Just shh…” He whispered into her ear.

She stayed quiet and watched as he put his hands in the same spot before, sending a slight shiver down her body, he moved her even closer, each other’s hips were practically merging together. Carl lifted her chin with his right hand and gently pressed his lips against hers. His lips were quite soft. He smiled at the feeling of Y/N biting his lip without realizing. They pulled away from each other, “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” It took her a second to comprehend what had just happened. She wasn’t expecting her first kiss to be the guy she ‘hated.’ Or at least who she thought she hated. “Y/N•N?” Carl waved his hand in her face, attempting to get her attention.

“Oh-Shit-Sorry. I guess I just didn’t think my first kiss would be…You” She paused for a moment and looked up at him. “Also, I’m sorry.”

“Huh-Why?”

“I’m pretty sure I bit your lip.”

“No, don’t be sorry. I found it kinda cute.” She let out a giggle, covering her face with her hand. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, similar to how he did earlier, and moved her hand down and gave her another kiss, this one being a bit more rough than the first.

Y/N managed to get the words, “Carl wait-” to escape from her lips. He hummed in response. “You sure we shouldn’t be getting back soon?” She placed her hands on his chest, fixing the collar of his flannel.

“You sure you don’t want to do this for a little longer?” He looked down and then back up at her. He had noticed her cheeks turning a brighter pink when he picked her up and placed her onto counter, her legs around his hips.

This time she leaned in for a kiss,

“Just a little longer…”

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