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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 months

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Running from the Daylight (Part 2 Final)

Regulus Black AU

Request: @iluvthe-marauders HI LOVELYYY, HAVENT HAD TUMBLR IN AGESSSSS. Dont know if you remember but i was the one who asked for different harry potter characters and wanted to ask if you'd do a regulus oneshot. where y/n is a halfblood (Remus’ sister) and they run away together?

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: T

Link to Part 1

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Remus and Sirius arrived back home after midnight to a quiet house. Sirius stood tapping his foot as Remus unlocked the door.

“I can’t believe you didn’t get me cotton candy.”

Remus rolled his eyes before opening the door.

“I can not help that the theater’s cotton candy machine was down. I promise we will go back next week and get you some.”

Sirius scoffed.

“I’ll take Y/n to a movie. She will get cotton candy too.”

Remus chuckled. He made a mental note to tell you that you needed to tell Sirius no more often. You treated him like some kind of pet, making Remus’ life difficult.

“You can be really annoying sometimes. You are aware of that, right?”

Remus said over his shoulder as he tossed his coat on the couch. Sirius was chuckling to himself as he moved to go get a beer out of the refrigerator.

“Yeah, but you love me so there.”

Remus smirked while shaking his head. He was not about to feed into Sirius’ foolishness (no matter how right he was on the subject). A small envelope on the coffee table caught Remus’ attention. It had both his and Sirius’ names on the front.

Frowning, Remus walked over and picked the envelope up. Right away, Remus noticed your handwriting.

“Is she leaving us love notes again?”

Sirius asked, coming back into the room while shoving popcorn into his mouth. Remus rolled his eyes.

“She’s probably begging me to marry you so you don’t go get lost some place.”

Sirius gave Remus a cold glare as his lover tore open the envelope.

“To Sirius and Remus, By the time the two of you read this, I will be out of contact. There have been many things that I have been hiding and it is time that the both of you know. I have been dating Regulus for a while. We are running away together. This is the only way that we can be together and no one have a problem with it. Remus, I know you of all people won’t be happy. You are my big brother and I love you but you need to let me make my own decisions. If I was honest and told you that I was dating Regulus, you would have flipped. Please know that I am not doing this to hurt you. I hope, in time, we can meet again and put this behind us. I beg you to take care of yourself and I love you. Sirius, I want you to know that you were right about Regulus. There is more to him than some cold member of the Black family. He isn’t a death eater and no longer “drinks the family koolaid.” He and I….we are what each other needs. Regulus is still your brother and he loves you. I hope to see the two of you sooner rather than later. I’m sorry but I have to go.

Love, Y/n.”

Remus stared at the letter with his mouth open. Sirius shoved a few more mouthfuls of popcorn in his mouth before realizing that Remus had gone dead silent.

“Moony, what…”

“Y/n ran off with Regulus!”

Sirius stood motionless. He tilted his head as if he was trying to process what his lover actually said. Did Sirius hear Remus right? You ran off with Regulus? Why would you run off with Regulus? Did you even know Regulus? Sirius had never witnessed the two of you speak to each other.

“Regulus? Like my brother Regulus?”

Remus ran a hand through his hair, fighting the urge to start jumping up and down.

“How many other guys named Regulus do you know?”

Sirius held his hands up defensively.

“Just my brother. Why would Y/n run off with Regulus? Do they even know each other apart from us?”

Remus handed Sirius the letter. Sirius frowned as he read the letter, his eyes widening with each word. While he wanted to panic that you jumped ship with his little brother in the middle of the war…he couldn’t. Sirius read your words to him about “being right about Regulus.” Regulus wasn’t a bad guy.

“Regulus is still my little brother, after all.”

Sirius smiled at the thought. His little brother…the real Regulus…the boy Sirius adored so much was still in there. Sirius also smiled at the thought of you being the one who gave him this information. You would be good for Regulus just as Remus was good for him. Sirius could live with that.

“Sirius, say something.”

Remus ordered, feeling on edge. He didn’t know what he was going to do but he needed to do something. Remus was nearly ready to go run about the neighborhood looking for you. Sirius took a breath before speaking.

“Remus, I need you to breathe, mate. Look, I didn’t know about this either. I have my concerns but…they are like us. Maybe Y/n is good for Reg. Let’s give them a chance. Let them come to us.”

Remus paced around quietly for a moment.

“She’s my sister, Sirius.”

Sirius nodded before moving to put a hand on the small of Remus’ back.

“She will always be your sister but for right now Y/n is what Regulus needs. Trust me.”

(two weeks later)

The sound of a tea kettle whistling woke you up from a sound sleep. Yawning, you reached over to Regulus’ side of the bed. His pillow was cold indicating that he had been up for some time. You stretched with a smile before slowly getting out of bed and looking out the window.

You would never get tired of the sight in front of you. Everything was peaceful. Waking up in a quaint little cottage with a field of wildflowers near a lake was your own personal heaven. From the moment that you arrived at the cottage life changed completely. You had gone from being stuck in the middle of a war with no idea how the future would play out to pure blissful peace.

The sound of a small bang in the kitchen tore you from your thoughts. Regulus muttering “son of a bitch” made you smile.

Regulus

That was another thing that you couldn’t help but smile about. In the course of two weeks, you had seen Regulus make a complete change. Now he was no longer the brooding moody young man who always looked mad at the world. He smiled more than you had ever seen him smile before. You noticed how much Regulus being happy reminded you of Sirius. Happy was exactly how you loved seeing Regulus.

Your mind went back to the morning that you arrived at the cottage…

“This place hasn’t changed since I was a child.”

Regulus commented as he sat his bag down. You were looking around the cottage with a pleased little smile on your face.

“It's lovely. I can see why your uncle bought that place.”

Regulus nodded as he started looking through the cabinets.

“As much as Alphard loved our family, he loved being in peace that much more. He saw the cracks and crazy in the Black family. Thank Merlin he saw a way out and away from it all.”

You turned to face Regulus as he took off his suit jacket and started rolling his sleeves up.

“Now we can have our peace.”

You replied as Regulus’ grey eyes rolled up your face.

“Yes, we can. We can have our happily ever after without this stupid war or whatever garbage is going on back in reality land. Maybe in time, Remus won’t hate me for conning you into running away with me.”

You moved to wrap your arms around Regulus’ neck.

“You didn’t do any conning. I wanted to leave as much as you did. I’m not brave like my brother and friends. I don’t want to be involved in some war where people I love on both sides die.”

Regulus frowned before wrapping an around your waist.

“You are braver than you know. You left everything behind for some boy who never deserved a moment of your grace and love.”

“The boy who deserved all of the grace and love.”

You countered with a smile. Regulus leaned his forehead against yours. He didn’t know that you saw the happy smile on his face…but you did.

“Well..if you say so. You know, we’ve never had the opportunity to dance together.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle as Regulus slowly began to move with you in his arms.

“We’ve never had the opportunity.”

Regulus nodded.

“Now we do. Every day…anytime that you want.”

The bedroom door opening pulled you from your thoughts. Regulus stepped in with a small smile on his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t wake you…did I?”

You shook your head before moving to snuggle back into your boyfriend’s waiting arms.

“No…I heard you fighting with the stove.”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“That damned thing is a menace. We might have to invest in a new one before I catch that one on fire. I see why Kreacher hated our stove at Grimmauld Place now.”

Regulus didn’t have to say it for you to know that he missed Kreacher. That was the only part of his family that he missed.

“We can get a new one whenever you want or you can let me do the cooking. I admire you for trying but I was born to cook on shitty stoves.”

Regulus rolled his eyes before looking back at the bed.

“You haven’t made the bed yet.”

You nodded.

“I just got out of it.”

Regulus reached out to gently push the strap of your nightgown off of your shoulder.

“We can mess it up a little more before you make it up…for the day.”

Wrapping your arm around his shoulders, you stood on your tiptoes kissing Regulus slowly.

“I love that idea.”

Right as things were starting to get heated there was a loud knock at the door. Regulus pulled away as you reached for your silk robe.

“Who the hell is that? We don’t have friends. That is the problem with visitors. They always come visiting.”

You grabbed your wand and followed Regulus down the stairs. Part of you was wondering if it was the friendly widow who lived down the road a bit. The other part worried that it was some member of the Black family to attempt to drag Regulus home.

“Do you have your wand?”

Regulus whispered.

“Armed and ready to go.”

You replied as Regulus moved to the front door. He was ready to hex whoever the hell it was to kingdom come and back.

The moment that he opened it, Regulus was shocked to see Sirius on the other side. Sirius stood holding what looked like a geranium in a tacky ceramic pot while Remus stood behind him looking super uncomfortable.

Regulus tilted his head to the side while you came to join him at the door. You were clearly as surprised as Regulus was.

“Hello?”

Regulus managed to get out while Sirius smiled.

“Hello, happy couple…I brought you a plant.”

Sirius held out the geranium to his younger brother with a grin. Regulus slowly took the flower with an uncomfortable expression.

“Um, thanks. How did you two find us?”

Sirius glanced over his shoulder praying that Remus had listened to that whole “be nice and don’t strangle him” talk.

“Can we come in?”

You moved aside as did Regulus. Sirius and Remus walked in closing the door behind them.

“Did you two steal this from the old woman down the street? I saw her potting this plant last week.”

Regulus commented before sitting the geranium down. Sirius shrugged.

“She won’t miss it. So….here we are and here you are.”

Regulus nodded, sitting down.

“Yes. Here we are. Again, how did you find us?”

Sirius grinned.

“Uncle Alphard told me after I wrote him.”

“How long?”

Remus finally commented. Both Regulus and yourself turned to face your older brother. You could see the unease in Remus’ eyes. How he was remaining calm was a mystery.

You placed a hand on Regulus’ shoulder before speaking to Remus directly.

“Two years.”

“Two years!!?? The two of you have been dating for two years and no one said a word. Y/n, this is big. You could have married this man by now…wait, you two aren’t married are you?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow before holding up your hand that had a diamond ring on it.

“Not yet but we will be. This is exactly why we didn’t tell you, Lupin. You are spazzing out and acting ridiculous. Family reactions are the reason why we didn’t say anything. My family would never accept Y/n and would potentially hurt her. You are…well…you are acting as I expected.”

Remus went instantly silent before muttering “fuck me” under his breath. He took a few deep breaths before speaking. Looking at your face, Remus stared at you hard for a few moments. No longer were you the little girl that chased after him always wanting to be part of her big brother’s activities. Now you were a grown woman with a life of her own…a grown woman who deserved to have the life that she wanted.

Regulus was busy watching Remus hoping the other man didn’t burst into a fit of tears. He was not ready to deal with that!

“I apologize…to both of you. You have to understand that is my only family left, Regulus. Outside of Sirius, Y/n has been my forever friend. It hurts knowing that both of you felt this was the only option…but I understand. I was wrong to judge your happiness. Y/n, is this what you want?”

You squeezed Regulus’ shoulder.

“It is, Remus. I love Regulus very much. He’s very good to me and I’m happy. I know you are worried but I want you to be happy for me. I found my person must like you found yours….your plant stealing person.”

Sirius giggled. Remus stared at Sirius before shaking his head.

“Yeah, my plant-stealing person. Fine, if you two are happy then I’m happy for you. Regulus, please take care of her.”

Regulus reached up to squeeze your hand that was resting on his shoulder.

“I would die for her.”

Sirius stood up clapping his hands together before going off in search of breakfast.

“Now that is out of the way…who is going to feed me breakfast? You two should have seen the mad dash we made to get here.”

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 6 months

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Eddie watched as Steve Harrington tore the bat in half with his feet like he was goddamn Conan or something, like a hero out of a goddamn movie. Eddie was too impressed and a little turned on. No, a lot turned on. Ronnie would be sympathetic and still have the ability to mock him for having his sexuality crisis in the middle of a hell dimension. He recognized the platonic friendship between Robin and Steve because it reminded so much of his own. Robin and Ronnie were both different people, but they would bond immediately over their similar friendships. They would get along so great.

"Steve!" Robin shrieked, startling Eddie out out of his thoughts.

Steve had collapsed on the ground, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, the bats blocked the gateway, and there were more coming. They had to get out of there. Nancy and Robin were currently freaking about to move Steve. Eddie rolled his eyes. He quickly scooped Steve up into his arms and started moving towards Skull Rock.

"Come on, Skull Rock isn't far," Eddie grunted.

"Jesus, you're stronger than you look," Robin said.

"Thanks. . .I think," Eddie said.

They managed to get under Skull Rock in record time. Eddie laid Steve flat on the ground, avoiding the vines.

"Oh my god!" Robin exclaimed over Eddie's shoulder. "He's not breathing. Do you know CPR?!"

"Yeah. Now sit on the rock and relax, Buckley. Let me work my Munson Magic," Eddie grinned.

He began doing chest compressions, then opened Steve’s mouth and started breathing into him. He tried not to think about how he was practically kissing him. Once he felt him start to breathe again, Eddie started to pull away until Steve grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Eddie's eyes shot open wide for a moment, and then he melted into the kiss. His eyes fluttered close, and he started to kiss him back until he remembered where they were. Eddie pulled away from him, looking down to find Steve smiling at him. Eddie's eyes widened again.

"I'm not Nancy," Eddie blurted out, and he vaguely heard the girls giggle in the background.

"I know you're not," Steve said with a snort. "In fact, I'm glad you're not Nancy."

"How did you know that I wouldn't punch you for doing that?" Eddie asked.

"Took a risk, but I knew you wouldn't, considering you were checking me out on that boat," Steve replied.

"So was Nancy," he said.

"Yeah, just because our relationship is over doesn't mean that she can't look," Steve said.

"Hmm. For the record, I'm glad you're not Nancy either," Eddie said. "And I'm also glad that you took the risk."

"Hey!" Robin exclaimed, popping her head over his shoulder. "Best friend bleeding out here. Hurry and bandage him up."

Eddie rolled his eyes and ripped up part of his shirt before starting to wrap it around Steve’s waist. He tapped Steve’s hip, and Steve lifted them so Eddie wrapped the makeshift bandage properly. Eddie tried to ignore the way Steve’s hand was gently rubbing his leg as he worked on him and tried to push the heat rising to his face. He tried to ignore the hungry look in Steve’s eyes, but he wasn't making it any easier.

"Stop it," Eddie warned.

"Stop what?" Steve smirked.

"Stop looking at me like that, or I'm gonna do something like - "

Suddenly, the ground shook, causing Eddie to fall on top of Steve. His face was really close to Steve’s now, his breath tickling his chin. Suddenly, Robin dropped down beside them, her face beside theirs.

"You can not fuck my best friend here," Robin said. "With all this stuff down here, who knows what it might do to us. . .to you. You might actually get my best friend pregnant. Or it might give him powers, and due to how broody Steve is, he might just will himself to get pregnant or hell, he might end up laying a damn egg."

"Robin!" Steve exclaimed, blushing.

"You want kids?" Eddie asked with a smirk. "How many do you want? I'll give them to you."

"Six," Steve said with a giggle.

"Hmm. That's going to require a lot of practice," Eddie said, grinning wickedly. "Worth it, though."

"Oh my god," Robin said and rolled her eyes as she stomped away from them.

Steve laughed and let Eddie help him up. Eddie took off his vest and helped Steve into it. He placed his hands on his chest, eyeing him.

"God, you look hot in my vest," Eddie said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Steve leaned forward and captured his lips. They kissed for a minute before Robin and Nancy both cleared their throats. Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and let Steve lean on him. It was an odd feeling, being in the middle of hell but also being extremely happy. Eddie glanced at Steve. Yeah, he was very happy.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #robin buckley #robin & steve #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates #platonic with a capital p #steddie ficlet #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #bi4bi

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running-with-the-feels · 4 months

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I will be doing that Kenshi character analysis when I have more free time (life's been hectic lately), but until then, please take my headcanons:

Kenshi chews hard candies. This is apparently a genetic trait since Takeda does the same thing.

Frost's real name is Morya (pronounced mori-ya) and she's Russian and Kazakh.

Her hair was also originally black but turned white with age. Which is a common thing for cryomancers, the fact that Kuai Liang has any black hair at his big age is nothing short of a miracle.

Sonya is a kleptomaniac and was a chronic shoplifter in her early teen years (a habit that took months to break). Nothing big just some snack food but she still finds herself pocketing things she's not supposed to.

Liu Kang's favorite song is One Week by Barenaked Ladies. If he's being honest, it kinda reminds him of his relationship with Kung Lao. (I have so many Liu Kang headcanons it's unreal but I'm going to limit myself to one for this ask)

This one's long:

Bi Han, before being kidnapped by the Lin Kuei, wanted to be an opera singer. He wasn't good at singing to start out, but one of his mom's friends worked at an opera house and was happy to give him free lessons. After being initiated into the Lin Kuei he was banned from indulging in hobbies as they were seen as meaningless. But he continued to practice if he had time on solo missions. He saw it as his own act of freedom/rebellion.

Then Hanzo tore his head off. As Noob he didn't even get to try, since the whole mind control business. Sometimes he'd find himself unconsciously falling back into old habits leading to people being unnerved when Noob fucking Saibot started hitting notes high enough to crack glass at them like some kind of horror movie.

Even after getting his humanity restored, his vocal cords were permanently damaged and pushing his voice too hard results in coughing fits, soreness, and losing his voice for days at a time. And when he does sing, it's strained and sometimes hurts. But if Bi Han's anything it's stubborn so he continues to "build up his tolerance" as he calls it.

EEEEEEEEEE can't wait to see it and I love these

The first time Sonya sees Kenshi chew a hard candy she walks straight into a wall in horror. Cassie does the same when she catches Takeda doing it.

The only people allowed to call Frost Morya are Kuai Liang and Cassie. Kuai Liang only ever does it when she's ill or injured and though she'll never admit it she finds it very comforting, and Cassie calls her that whenever she wants to kiss her really bad (bc Frost always kisses her when she does)

Kuai Liang still has black hair that oddly shows no sign of greying, but his eyes tend to flicker between their normal brown and a terrifyingly bright blue whenever he has a strong emotion, a trait also common in cryomancers.

Johnny is actually Sonya's biggest supporter in breaking her habit of nicking things and is the only person she's ever met that hasn't judged her for it, which she appreciates

Kung Lao's fav song is all star by smash mouth and he's the one who introduced Liu Kang to most of the music that Liu Kang knows (pls tell me your Liu Kang hc if you get the chance, I Beg)

Bi-Han used to sing lullabies to Kuai Liang and Tomáš in the Lin Kuei and Enenra can still be founding humming the tunes along to himself after a hard battle.

Noob got a bit of a reputation as a siren in the Netherrealm bc if you heard him singing it meant you were already dead.

After they resurrected Bi-Han and he began living at the Lin Kuei temple with Kuai Liang, Hanzo eventually came to apologize for killing him, it didn't go well but Hanzo is trying to atone and Bi-Han is struggling to stay angry about it (especially when Kuai Liang wants them to get along so bad)

Hanzo found out about the damage to his vocal chords and sought out an edenian tea said to be able to aid in the healing of such wounds, gifting it to the shadow wielder as part of his apology.

Bi-Han will never admit it but it actually works and being able to sing without pain again, even if only for as long as the tea is in effect, is the first thing to make him really feel human again

#love these hcs dude #bi han #takeda takahashi #kenshi takahashi #liu kang #kung lao #liulao #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #sonya blade #johnny cage #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

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the-dixon-effect · 10 months

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Part 1 - An Amount to Take

A/N: requested by @matilda4eve which you can find here, thanks so much for the love and requests, it really keeps me motivated to write 💕 image creds from pinterest here | guys i know nothing about medicine or hospitals so please forgive me, i even googled 'how to fix slash wound' 😭😭don't think i really did it justice

summary: part 2 coming soon!! y/n is the doctor in Alexandria who helps Daryl after getting injured on a run. when a check-up turns into a whiskey-soaked evening, confessions are made

era: season 6, pre-Negan Alexandria

pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

words: 2.6k

warnings: hospitals, scars, blood, mentions of drugs

Maybe it was the delicate brush of your fingertips on the sensitive skin on Daryl's chest, or maybe it was just the blood loss. At this moment, he felt particularly delirious, but whatever it was that was making you look so damn gorgeous right now, it didn't matter. Despite noticing Alexandria's new doctor before, this moment came as a sort-of revelation, so much so that he didn't register the concerned look you were giving him.

Having rushed to the infirmary upon the somewhat unexpected arrival of the huntsman, Daryl Dixon, you tore open his sleeveless shirt and was met with a peculiar sight. Though the large, crimson gash stretching the width of his lower chest dominated the attention of the other witnesses in the room, it took someone a little more observant, like you, to be distracted by the constellations of scars and bruises littered on Daryls' torso. You let out a sigh and decided that the best thing you could do right now was stay focused, especially since just by looking at his facial expression you could tell he was losing blood.

You didn't have much experience as a doctor on account of just beginning medical school before the world to shit, so in moments like these, when the community fell at the medic's feet, you felt an immense amount of pressure. Having never tended to a slash wound before, most of your knowledge regarding violent injuries came from movies or TV shows. It looked... deep, and shutting out the cacophony of voices filling the makeshift hospital room, you concluded that Daryl needed some serious stitches. The blood spilling out of the wound seemed to match the speed that your anxiety was overtaking the rest of your senses. What even happened here? Should we be worried? Is he going to be okay? Your questions seemed to be echoing those of the surrounding individuals. Fetching the stitching supplies, you observed Daryl fading in and out of consciousness.

Your voice was muffled, and, unlike before, he could no longer admire your pretty face since his vision was blurring more and more by the second.

"Hey, Daryl," you began, waving a hand in front of his faded face. You had to suppress the expectation that he wouldn't answer. "Can you tell me how this happened?" Two days ago, a group had taken a van out on a supply run that was supposed to last a week, and here they were today, speeding back through the gates a little maniacally. This was no walker; only a human could've done this.

Suddenly he perked up, and you directed your gaze back up to his tired eyes. "I'm fine, hey, dun' worry 'bout me," Of course, the ever-reserved archer was hesitant to appear vulnerable in front of others.

"Daryl, you're not. I'm gonna give you stitches, I need you to listen to my words so you don't black out, please?" you said, earnestly.

"Alrigh', pretty girl," he drawled, even slower and deeper than usual. You couldn't help but smirk at his words, despite knowing he was delirious.

Prepping your needle, you decided to test just how delirious he actually was, whether that was for your sake or not, you didn't know. With one hand smoothing over the wound with an alcohol pad, you lifted the other hand up and spoke softly, "Daryl, can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?"

"Uhh- four," he was smiling wider than you had ever seen before. To an uninformed witness, Daryl might have appeared intoxicated. You picked up on his blue eyes subconsciously roaming over your body as you leaned over him.

"That's good," just as you said this, he winced at the sensation of the needle piercing his skin. Carefully weaving the instrument in and out of his warm flesh, you had to maintain your focus as a relatively inexperienced medic. It seemed, however, that Daryl didn't mind one bit, in fact, he seemed oblivious to the pain as he let his head fall back in what could be mistaken for pleasure. In truth, he was enjoying the attention you were giving him, even though it was your job. You continued asking him random questions to which you received flirty, yet inconclusive responses. Once you had successfully closed the wound with your meticulous criss-cross stitches, you set down your equipment and diverted your attention back to Daryl's weary presence in the corner of the room. Best to let him rest a little while, you figured.

One hour later Daryl awoke to the sound of faint voices filtering through from the room across the hall. He jumped up out of his seat and paced around, taking in the bright room for the first time since he'd arrived there. He was in the... infirmary? He remembered going on that run and crossing paths with those fuckers... but he didn't recall getting injured? At the realisation that he was shirtless, he glanced down and caught sight of a line of stitches spanning his chest, they were new. Shit, one of those pricks must've jumped him.

Just as he was trying to gather his thoughts, you wandered into the room carrying a stack of fresh towels and bandages. Now he was standing, you couldn't resist admiring his shirtless body. It wasn't exactly your fault that you had been crushing on the archer since you first met him. When his group found you cowering in the woods, begging to be rescued, he was the first person to lend you a hand and fight your case.

"Hey, are you alright? I don't think you should be up yet," you babbled as you approached him, gazing up at his tall frame. He certainly didn't look like he'd just been stabbed, you mused.

Daryl felt exposed and vulnerable, especially with your gaze lingering on his body. "Nah, I'm fine. Gotta get back out there an' find ma' bike anyway," he paused for a moment, maintaining eye contact. "Ya' must be busy roun' here, with everyone on edge," he drawled. Your mind was drifting back to his delirious state.

"Oh, well, not really," you let out a slight laugh. "I mean, you had it the worst. I've just been trying to find out what actually happened out there, but no one's telling me,"

I had it the worst? Really? Come on, man.

"It was nuthin' really, jus' these fuckers gettin' territorial 'bout a damn grocery store," you smiled at this, yet you hated to see him getting into confrontation where it ends like this.

"Well... I'm glad I wasn't there. Knowing you, they probably had it much worse. Still, I'm real sorry this happened to you." you said, sincerely.

"Hey, dun' worry 'bout me. Thanks for patchin' me up, by the way,"

"Oh, yeah, I gave you those stitches earlier. They should be fine, I think I'll come round to your place later just to see how you're doing,"

He hummed in response, and you couldn't decipher what his reaction was to your last statement.

"Are you sure you're okay?" his stance seemed a little... defensive. Despite his sweet manner, his arms were folded and his head fell at an angle that highlighted an emotion you had not recognised in the stoic man before now; Daryl looked nervous.

"I'm fine, sunshine," that familiar Southern drawl must be laced with something, you decided, as it reached your stomach and created a series of flutters before you were able to form an appropriate response.

"Alright, well, I think you should be fine to go home. Just don't be running laps around the neighbourhood, 'kay?" your reply made him chuckle as he prepared to return to his house and take a shower, anticipating your visit later. You couldn't help but feel a little flustered at his presence, especially considering the way he was acting around you earlier. Still, he was jacked up on anaesthetic an hour ago, he couldn't have meant half of the things he said.

As the sun began to sink beneath the trees lining the perimeter of Alexandria's walls, painting the sky in delicate hues of pink, red and orange that you were finally allowed to appreciate, you strolled down the street heading towards Daryl's place. The days were getting shorter and the cold seemed to be catching up to you as you wrapped your flannel jacket around your arms in an effort to retain as much warmth as possible. When you reached his front door, you knocked twice and straightened yourself up so as not to appear particularly frail. In truth, you hadn't actually planned what you were going to say to the archer, but nevertheless, here you were.

His appearance registered in your brain before you realised that the door was wide open. "Hey Y/N," Daryl was wearing that skintight black shirt with sleeves that clung to his muscular biceps just a little too well. His wet hair was sticking to his neck and he smelled... really good.

"Hey, I, uhh- I just came to see how you were doing," you said, sweetly.

"I'm alrigh', ya' wanna come inside?" his voice was laced with pride, perhaps he'd detected the less-than-innocent looks you were giving him.

You hastily agreed and followed him inside, guided by his large frame. Entering his basement-turned-bedroom, you took in the sight as though it were an art gallery, so full of him. If Daryl could be personified as a physical space, it would certainly look like this. It even smelled like him, felt like him in a way you wished you could be more familiar with. Turning around to face the man who perfectly completed the space, you realised that his black shirt which you were only admiring just now had been discarded and strewn to some far corner of the room. The view took you a little by surprise, but, as you did earlier, you attempted to refrain from gawking at his shirtless body.

Approaching him, you flushed with pride at the sight of perfect, seemingly-uninfected stitches. You thought back to your first-ever attempt at stitches - maybe a year ago - when you hurriedly and apprehensively stitched up a gash on Tara's forearm. That didn't go well. The wound was infected shortly after and, despite your friendship, she never let you live it down. It appeared, however, that your technique had improved since then, judging by the state of Daryl's chest.

Tracing your fingertips over the wound, you spoke up, "They look good. I'm pretty proud of myself, I can't lie," you said with a giggle, looking up to meet his eyes. You had never felt this... loose in front of Daryl before.

"Yeah, ya make a good doctor. Never told me where ya' learned all that?" he drawled. He wished he could tell you just how much he appreciates you and how much you do for the community, but the words are lodged in his throat.

"I was in medical school for half a year before... well, before the world went to shit. I'm actually curious to know what you were up to before the turn." it was true, Daryl was a mysterious character who had undeniably intrigued you since the moment you met him. If only you could break down those thick walls he seemed to have in place, you could discover the hidden treasure you were certain was lying somewhere in that heart of his. Someone with so much expertise in the areas of tracking, hunting, combat and survival can't have had a particularly ordinary life, you supposed.

Daryl decided to act upon his little revelation earlier. "How 'bout I fill ya' in over a drink?" you struggled to conceal the distinct way one corner of your mouth was tugging upwards. You contemplated for a moment, the idea of enjoying yourself just for the sake of enjoying yourself seemed so... unreal. Gone were the days of running for safety and sleeping with one eye open, but that animalistic survival instinct never left you, not really. Though you knew the walls of Alexandria were perfectly safe, you still kept your guard up. Was it time to let that go, just for a night?

"That sounds nice,"

"Shit, lemme put a shirt on first," you chuckled at his flustered manner. You wanted to tell him not to worry about it, Lord knows you liked the view. Still, you couldn't quite tear your eyes away from the same scars that littered his chest.

An hour must have passed already. The two of you just sat - or sprawled - enjoying each other's company and finding solace in a quickly disappearing bottle of whiskey. You had discovered the origins of Daryl Dixon and found yourself, somehow, even more attracted to him than you were before. As the alcohol started flowing, so did the deep conversations that were reserved for nights like these.

"Mmh- I should probly' go ta' bed, goin' on a run tomorrow, sum... pharmacy," Daryl was slurring his words. You might have noticed, too, if you were a little less wasted. "Gotta get sum' meds, for you," you were unabashedly giggling now.

"Well, if you find yourself looking for medicine," you were slurring your words, too. "Think you can grab me some... methamphetamine?" you laughed at your own joke. It wasn't even funny. No way was Daryl gonna find crystal meth in a fucking chemical pharmacy?

"The fuck is that?" he grunted.

"Crystal meth. Drugs. Tell me you've gotten high before, Daryl. I bet you have."

"Oh.. yeah, definitely. Merle loved his meth." you frowned at the mention of his brother. "Didn't take ya' as the type who liked ta' get high,"

"I mean, I didn't do it often, y'know, it just... made things better. Momentarily. That was the best part. Made you live for the moment. Like everything could be changing around you but, right now, you felt like heaven,"

"Yer startin' to sound like someone I used ta' know,"

"I mean, I guess it's not just the good stuff. Like, there's an amount to take and... reasons to take more."

Daryl knew what you meant. Despite his difficult relationship with substances and alcohol in the past, which he didn't enjoy discussing with most people, he felt close to you right now. Closer than he was normally used to. 'Reasons to take more', you didn't need to elaborate, that was the perfect way of putting it.

"Mm, yer right, aint never said it ta' no one before. Ya' gotta be careful though, those things... change people. Hell, I've seen it too often,"

The whole evening, you felt a swell of endearment rising up from the pit of your chest leading up to this moment. You're not gonna remember this in the morning, so why not? It's not that serious, anyway, you decided.

"Daryl, you're perfect. Like everything you do, for us, for me, the way you put your life on the line every day for a plastic bottle of meds. Nobody ever says it either, and it makes me so angry. Treat you like some kid that doesn't know how to handle himself. You're perfect, Daryl. I hope you know,"

Perhaps if you were sober right now this moment would've been a little more sentimental. Instead, you lay on his couch staring at the ceiling, thoughts clouded over with drunk affection. Breaking the silence, Daryl spoke up, equally as wasted as you were.

"Is it bad that I wanna kiss you righ' now?" all he was doing was speaking his mind. The same way had done earlier that day when you were leaning over him, giving you all of your attention, you looked damn fine in your own state of delirium over on his couch. Catching his eyes, you first maintained the eye-contact then stood up, wobbled for a second and approached him.

"Kiss me then,"

A/N: sorry not proofread 😓A MOTH LANDED ON ME WHILE WRITING THIS

#brandy writes #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl x you #twd fluff #twd daryl #twd daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl

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superpixie42 · 1 year

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So it's not quite ready for AO3 buuuuuuuuuuut

I did make progress on The Thing aka my whole 7-part new AU for InuKag Week. After not writing anything for months, I'm a little rusty and this is more ambitious in terms of style and world building than I typically work with so I'm not sure when the whole thing will be ready, but I love love love @inukag-week and seeing so many folks coming out of hiatus to participate really inspired me to get *something* ready to rock.

Much love to @anisaanisa @kstewdeux and @dawnrider for their help as I shook off the cobwebs.

So here is Part 1: Love Languages (aka Touch & Miscommunication)

General Info:

Summary:

Kagome Higurashi would sell her soul to get into a good high school. No. Literally. The ratty old journal she found in her grandfather's shed may have been a long shot, but with only one more day before her entrance exam, she really didn't have anything to lose. But when the Hell Hound Inuyasha actually materializes in her room, it turns out to be more than either of them bargained for.

RATING: M or E (but this part is T, for language)

Words: 2,000 (I know I was shocked too)

TAGS (for the whole fic not just these parts) Modern AU // InuKag Week 2023 //Serial Style// Time Jumps//Tumblr events//Modern setting//Sexual content- masturbation//Demon Summoning AU//Bittersweet Endings//No additional character tags

In which Kagome learns to be careful what she wishes for.

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Kagome checked the instructions one more time. She had the candle, the fresh meat, the knife, and was using clean linen paper. Honestly it all looked so… dorky. She let out a frustrated sigh, unsure if she felt more disappointed or just plain stupid. Doing stuff like this was probably why she wasn’t going to get into a decent high school. Or college. And if med school ever found out she honestly tried to summon a demon using instructions she found in a handwritten journal in a shed on her grandfather’s shrine she would have a better chance of becoming a patient than treating them.

And yet here she was. Kagome Higurashi on her knees in a black dress and dark cardigan looking straight out of an American horror movie, hoping against hope that her soul was worth a better-than-passing grade on tomorrow’s entrance exams. She was smart - smarter than her current situation made her feel, that’s for damn sure. But after nearly a semester of sick days there just wasn’t enough cram school on Earth to get her up to speed. She needed this to work. This had to work.

She checked the clock: a good hour before her mother and brother got home. It was now or never.

Taking a deep breath Kagome quickly sliced the kitchen knife across her finger. She pressed down onto the middle of the white page. With as much conviction as she could muster she finally spoke: “Inuyasha, I need help.”

A beat passed.

Then another.

Nothing happened.

Honestly, she didn’t know what she expected. Defeated, she swore violently and tore the useless little paper with its stupid little spell clean in half.

As soon as the last fiber broke there was a deafening roar. Kagome screamed and stood, pressing her back against her bedroom door. In front of her the air crackled with energy as the room went black, then flashed orange with light and heat as the walls burst into unnatural flames. In the middle of the room, pulling his way out of the torn half of paper, was a giant white dog. It growled and snarled and snapped its jaws; spittle hissing into steam.

The Hell Hound filled the whole room, his red eyes with blue irises bore into Kagome, staring her down like the prey she was suddenly very sure she was. As Inuyasha’s shoulders dropped low to let him take the single step between them, Kagome considered her options.

One, burn to death.

Two, be mauled to death.

Three, something equally melodramatic considering she summoned a fucking demon to pass a test.

She quickly surveyed the room for an option four, looking hopefully at the window behind the hound. Her vision was blocked as the beast twisted slightly to face her fully again, its pointed white ears alert and focused on the heartbeat she could hear loud as a drum. She watched the ear twitch at her intake of breath. Maybe it was a lack of oxygen from the arson she’d accidentally committed, but the longer she looked at the ears the softer they looked. Figuring she was going to die anyway, Kagome slowly raised her hand; Inuyasha finally blinked, then moved his eyes to follow her raising arm.

As softly as she could manage, Kagome dragged her middle finger down from the tip, but the ear didn’t so much as flinch. Emboldened, she quickly caressed her thumb and forefinger on the fluffy white ear.

As soon as her fingers closed around the soft appendage the growling stopped and instead she heard a very human voice shouting in her face.

“What the fuck lady? You don’t pet a Hell Hound!”

As suddenly as it appeared the fire disappeared. Kagome dropped to her knees in confusion and relief as her room reappeared around her, untouched and unscathed by the flames no longer licking at her face. She blinked stupidly at where the monstrous dog had been only seconds ago. In its place was a pale, fit, glowering man - the pointy ears she’d just held in her hand perched on top of a thick pile of frizzy white hair. Below the pinned back ears were thick, scowling eyebrows, molten golden eyes with slit pupils, and an expression as black as a thundercloud. She tried to find somewhere else to look when the heat returned quickly to her face as she realized that the angry demon dog man was a naked angry demon dog man.

She ripped her eyes back to the ears. Unusual.

Then to his eyes. Unsettling.

The penis. Unexpected.

In an undignified fluster she smacked her face to the floor in a deep bow.

“My name is Kagome and my Lord Inuyasha I beg you to help me, please please I have to get into High School! In exchange I’ll give you anything you want I swear! Just make sure I pass and it’s yours.”

Inuyasha stood absolutely dumbfounded in the middle of what he now realized was a small bedroom, in a small house, next to a small shrine. When he’d felt his summoning charm call him he expected to rip into a board room, or a camp fire, or the aftermath of something that had gone very pear shaped. He was used to being offered souls, meat, or blood in exchange for power, murder, money; or to make problems go away in whatever manner he wanted. He sure as shit didn’t expect a teenager in a pink cat sweater to touch his ears and then ask him to help her cheat on a test.

He scoffed. But after five hundred years of the same pathetic, selfish demands, novelty wasn’t something Inuyasha was willing to walk away from so quickly. He bit.

“Keh, what can a girl like you even offer a hell hound?”

Kagome lifted her head slightly to look at him. “Anything you want. I’m a virgin-”

“Nope.”

“I am so!” she shouted indigently. She raised herself up onto her knees and glared. Yes, Kagome was turning to black magic to pass her exam but she wasn’t going to have her character assassinated by a demon. “You don’t have to be rude ya know!”

Inuyasha blinked as his ears flattened of their own accord. It had been a very long time since anyone scolded him. Another unexpected turn in this summoning. He crossed his arms and returned her glare.

“I mean no I’m not interested in your virginity. Or your soul, you humans have such tiny souls anyway.” He smirked as he saw her lip twitch with what he was sure was a scathing retort. Kagome, however, did not take the bait. Instead she reigned in her temper and bowed low again. In a much less desperate tone she spoke into the floor.

“In exchange for making sure I get into a high school that will get me into medical school I will give you anything you ask.”

“You summoned a demon for that? If you can’t even pass an entrance exam what makes you think you can survive medical school? Ya can’t offer your virginity to a demon twice ya know - how were you even gonna graduate?”

That, however, was too much. Kagome stood and stomped over to him, poking her finger into his chest for emphasis as she shouted.

“Listen here pal! I could pass that test all on my own if they would just give me some time! It’s not my fault I got sick, like doctors aren’t allowed to get sick sometimes!?” She growled in frustration, a sound that Inuyasha couldn’t help but appreciate as it sounded not unlike his own. “It’s not fair. I just need time to catch up on the material and I know I could do it on my own. But if I don’t take the test tomorrow, or I flunk and retake it, that’s it, my reputation will never recover even if my grade point average does.”

Inuyasha considered her request. I wouldn’t take any effort at all to change her score on the exam. But then he’d be back to aimlessly wandering until someone much less interesting with a much less, well not wholesome, but definitely more gruesome demand calls him. This Kagome stood up to him, defended herself, faced death in the eye and instead of running she reached out to touch it. While he had already decided to grant her wish, he had also decided he wasn’t quite going to do it the way she asked.

“You ain’t the only one with a reputation,” he said. He took a step back, cutting the tension and giving Kagome space to breathe. “If I’m gonna get you into this stupid special school I gotta make sure you stay there. Folks summoning me need to know I get the job all the way done, not taking the easy way out.”

Kagome narrowed his eyes, skeptical of the idea of creating an ongoing contract instead of the single transaction she expected. But then again, he wasn’t entirely wrong. What if changing her scores got noticed and she needed another fix? What if she got sick again? Isn’t that why you’re supposed to be really, really specific with genies? Assuming there were genies- but that afternoon’s events made her consider taking up antiquing as a hobby just in case.

“You still haven’t told me what you want as payment.”

“Well,” he said, “depends on what you need.” He picked at his ear with a pointed finger to feign disinterest. “To guarantee a passing grade I’ll just need something small. But to un-dead someone you cut up in clinicals will be a whole other matter,” he smirked at her undignified snort, “but not as much as convincing the class leader to take six months in Shanghai to improve your standing. But let’s not worry about that just yet.”

Kagome braced herself, but still felt the air rush out of her lungs when he finally said, “I want your right eye.” He continued quickly, “For one year, I want to see everything you see through that eye. It becomes my eye. If I get bored, I can simply make it go black. Or maybe I use it to track someone for another wish. Or maybe I don’t do anything at all; but it’s mine to do as I will.”

He slit open the tab of his left thumb with a quick swipe of his claw. “Do we have a bargain?”

Kagome hesitated. This seemed more annoying than costly- thought being suddenly blind in one eye wasn’t what she’d expected. Was this better or worse?

Did she really feel like she had a choice anymore?

“Deal.”

With one smooth motion Inuyasha thrust his thumb into her eyesocket. The force of the blow knocked her to the ground and she quickly threw both hands up to cover her face as her left eye burned. As soon as it started, it ended. Kagome blinked slowly, looking around the empty room. It looked exactly as it had an hour ago and if not for the dull ache behind her orbitals and the sweat caking her brow she might have thought it was all a dream. On hands and knees she scrambled across the floor and snatched the small mirror from the desk.

Staring back at her was one of her traditional brown eyes. The other was bloodshot, with a blown pupil, and a bright sapphire blue iris; and without her permission, it winked back at her.

#inukag week #inuyasha fanfiction #fanfiction #sneak peek #my writing #an incomplete update three days late? yeah that tracks

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velvet4510 · 8 months

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Omg, when you really think about Smeagol’s relationship with Deagol … it’s insane how similar and yet how critically different it is from Frodo’s relationship with Sam.

Smeagol refers to Deagol as “my love.” That in itself is just … wow. A good many pairs of close platonic friends in LOTR refer to each other affectionately like “my lad,” “my dear,” etc. But never “my love.” So … it seems to me that maybe these two actually were a couple at the time. They’re said to be cousins, but we don’t know exactly how distant their relation was. Plus romances between cousins were quite common back in the day, long before the realization that “first-cousin romance” was incest. And I wouldn’t put it past someone like Smeagol to be in an incestuous relationship. He always was a little…disturbed.

But … the implications of that, good grief. Deagol was the Sam to Smeagol’s Frodo. They were close. They loved each other. Then the Ring came along. It tore them apart. Then the Ring came to Frodo and Sam. They loved each other. And the Ring did not tear them apart; on the contrary, the journey caused by the Ring’s threat only brought them closer together.

Smeagol was willing to kill the love of his life to get that Ring literally 10 seconds after first seeing it. He didn’t care for Deagol enough to avoid harming him if it meant possessing the Ring. In that case, you can’t even call it love, can you?

But Frodo? He possessed that Ring for 17 years and then carried it around his neck for 6 months, and he never once even considered hurting Sam in any way. (That movie scene where he points his sword at Sam was a scriptwriters’ invention; it is nowhere to be found in Tolkien’s text.) Even when Sam took the Ring, Frodo’s rageful “give it to me” brainwashed mindset lasted for only 2 seconds before he came back to himself, apologized, and went back to doting on Sam, insisting that he eat something before they continue on. Deeper into Mordor, Frodo held onto himself enough to warn Sam not to try to take the Ring again because he knew he was on the verge of losing himself and didn’t want to hurt Sam. Unlike Smeagol, Frodo harbored a love which the Ring could not overpower or corrupt. That’s real love.

And I think a part of Smeagol was able to recognize this. This was why he hated Sam. Every time he looked at Sam, and saw him with Frodo, he thought of Deagol. In the poignant scene on the steps of Cirith Ungol, Smeagol saw something in Frodo and Sam (as they slept cuddled together) that he realized he never had. He saw what he and Deagol could’ve been, but never could be because he himself doomed their chance. And he was so moved that Frodo and Sam had found what he couldn’t that he very nearly repented and changed his mind about taking them to Shelob … Then Sam woke up and yelled at him. And it was as though Deagol was yelling at him from the grave, reminding him of how wretched and horrible he was, and refusing to offer forgiveness or compassion. And that was what killed what was left of Smeagol.

The fate of Middle-earth was ultimately determined by the fact that Frodo had a greater capacity for love than Smeagol did.

#lotr #frodo x sam #samfro #smeagol #gollum #jrr tolkien #deagol #smeagol and deagol #smeagol x deagol #the one ring #lotr parallels #lotr books

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fallershipping · 4 days

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Thank you for introducing me (a pokémon fan who can't afford the games) to the real Anabel.

After seeing the mess they did in the Anipoke, what do you think of the headcanon that Anipoke's Anabel is not the true one because she's a psychic-type manipulative Ultra Beast that took her place after she fell in the ultra-wormhole? I'm kinda doing this to cope with the fact that I grew up with the dub of a dub of the anime based on the game.

My copium headcanon is a bit funny tbh! Ash is kinda canon in the games, but not in the way we think? A Pikachu appears in Alola referred to a renowned movie actor and there's a picture of Ash with Pikachu in the run down mega-mart that Acerola's trial is at.

In a sense, Ash Ketchum is canon but just as an anime character still or a live action series actor. He's actually a set of different boys that have to be replaced because it's a long running series and the actors always age out of the role.

Scott, and effectively Anabel, were given the opportunity to be a part of the show to promote the Battle Frontier... But there were so many executive changes that they decided not to go through with it in the end. Anabel took one look at the script and said "no." (Lucy nearly burned it and Scott had to tear her away before she tore all the execs all a new asshole.)

So the show probably wrote in some brand new characters for Kanto instead. Anabel's spiritual replacement was someone entirely new and had the whole psychic thing going. TBH? If it was just a brand new character, I think she would have been cool. You could give her a new outfit and new hairstyle, and still keep it purple. It truly is that bad that if you just give her a new design and a new name, the character is fixed. Outside of Alakazam, nothing carried over from game!Anabel so LMAO;;;;

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tbh I think I'd love to give this character a design someday. Like really truly I don't hate the character, I just hate the association.

#/Oh wait they did reskin and give her a new name it's just Angie :)#/Angie out there serving the exact same purpose the next season LMAOOOOOO #/IN THE END IT DOESN'T EVEN MAAATTERRRR

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weebsinstash · 10 months

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Not to be a huge nerd about Miguel again but I was listening the the ATSV soundtrack and I actually had no idea that, besides the main track that has That One Specific Soundbite That's A Meme Now, Miguel actually has another song, one that even has his voicelines in it as part of the track

It just has such a melancholy feel to it? A lot of the lyrics are confident, such as 21 Savage's entire verse about breaking chains, building a house starting from just a brick, having a family to feed, being a leader, having goals everyone isnt built for, but this is also repeatedly contrasted with the chorus, which, when paired in context of the movie, becomes almost remorseful, burdened. In the presence of the chorus, many of these lines, to me at least, seem less like genuine confidence and swagger and more of a self soothing reassurance

I can't be the one here givin' up ((because he feels he has absolutely no choice but to keep working and moving forward at all costs. Like he said, he's given up too much to stop now))

I'm not the one here givin' up ((no other option but to make his enemies submit. Any anomalies or obstacles have to be the one to submit, because he doesn't have that option, there is too much at stake))

Time heals all, but I can't feel what it was ((he has to numb himself not just to his current actions, but the memories and longing of his past. He had to let go of his desire to have his family again and went completely in the opposite direction, becoming laser focused on his mission and less on being human, also just ouch, this line actually kind of feels like it's being sarcastic or ironic or something. Miguel is obviously still going through stages of grief and acting out of trauma but he's convinced himself he's moved on and all of his actions are logical and mechanical when he's actually significantly suffering mentally and emotionally))

If you were me, you wouldn't give up ((he's really one of those "burdened with great purpose" characters. When you think about it, what would be happening if Miguel and Lyla hadn't developed the dimensional watches and started going around helping people and forming this network? How many more people and lifeforms would be gone? Not only is he at least in the film's own canon one of the only people who could have accomplished this sort of thing, but his own emotional investments and past actions and the consequences he suffered also cement his dedication to his mission. 'If you were me, if you knew what I knew and felt what I felt, you would understand'))

Anyways maybe I'm overanalyzing, and art as a medium is absolutely interpretive, but I was surprised I hadn't really heard or seen anything around specifically about this being his actual true theme or the messaging or whatever. I'm just practically observing this man like a specimen in the wild at this point. He loves his family. He loved them so much he literally stole someone else's and lied to them and accidentally got them killed with his selfishness. He's consumed with grief and compensates by being a workaholic desperately trying to fix things. He's got a temper and throws trashcans at teens and swears and gets huffy. He (at least in concept art) has slippers that a kid he rescued drew bunnies on and he actually wears them. He manhandled and chokeslammed a teenage boy and held onto him so hard he tore his suit and left actual claw gouges in the kid's shoulder while literally leaning down to tell him directly in his ear that he was a mistake, because if physical force wasn't going to make this kid stop the next option was to literally break his spirit, like, truly Miguel is a complex individual but ALSO he's my poor little meow meow that I would have sex with

#atsv spoilers #welcome to Babys First Song Analysis

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callofthxvoid · 6 months

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WHO: Minnie Garcia, Xander Garcia, and Lia Flowers

SUMMARY: Minnie makes a choice.

"You know what," MINNIE mumbled halfway through her pumpkin cookie. "I wasn't sure this would work flavour-wise. But it totally does." She looked over at Lia with a wide smile before spotting Xander approaching behind her. "Eyy, there's the future dad," she greeted with a big wave. "You want a pumpkin cookie? I may have bought too many."

XANDER had an easy grin on his face when he spotted Minnie and Lia. "That's me!" He said chuckling before glancing at Lia, "Cal was happy to take Juniper, said he might even nap in his office if she gets too tired." Turning back to Minnie he shook his head, "Hey we can always take turns throwing them into Scout's twister, not sure how she's staying fed in there."

"The texture is really good too. Soft but not too soft" LIA nodded about the cookie as she tore off another little bite. She had finished the bite as Xander came up and gave him a smile, "oh good. It's probably getting close to her nap time actually." She tore off another bit of cookie as Xander mentioned Scout, "wait Scout is dressed like a twister?" She asked with a soft laugh. Now how had she missed that?

"She's a menace in that thing, she can't even see out of it," MINNIE replied with an amused laugh, handing two cookies to Xander before going back to her own. Breaking a piece off, she popped it in her mouth before a soft rumbling under her feet caught her attention. "Wait, did you guys feel that?"

XANDER shook his head, "My mom has been wrangling her all day," glancing at Lia he grinned again, "Vetoing twister as future costume for any of the kids." Taking the cookies he'd been about to break a piece when the ground shook. Both cookies slipping from his hands and cracking on the ground. Staring he watched as when they landed cracks appeared on the ground, following one up the side of the building they were next to. It felt like things had gone in slow motion, a window shattering above them, his head whipping down to look at Lia and Minnie panic clear on his face as the rumbling got worse.

"We should get away from the building" LIA said, she'd seen movies and shows with earthquakes, and being in or around buildings was always a recipe for disaster. "I need to find Cal." She started to look around in hopes that maybe he was nearby with Juniper.

MINNIE glanced between Xander and Lia before nodding in response to the latter's statement. As the ground shook beneath them, making it harder to keep their balance, she pulled both of her companions in front of her while managing to narrowly avoid a piece of debris that fell near her. She let out a small breath of relief, briefly staring down at where it lay on the ground beside her, before looking back up. Immediately, her eyes widened when she saw where Lia was standing—seemingly focused on looking around for Cal and Juniper. "Lia, watch out!" Minnie shouted as she stepped forward and pushed Lia out of the way, toward Xander, before part of the building that had previously cracked crumbled down on her.

XANDER was stumbling back away from the building as the ground rumbled. He was trying to get his footing, grabbing Minnie briefly when some debri fell near them. Hearing her call Lia's name he dropped his hand from her turning his body fully towards Lia. Barely brings his hands up to catch her when Minnie shoves her into him, trying to regain both their balance. He's about to ask if she's ok when he hears a crunching sound, head whipping up he feels his body lock up as he stares at where Minnie is now laying under rubble. He can see blood starting to surround her, "Minnie…?" The name barely above a whisper as his grip loosens on Lia.

LIA had no time to register what was going on when she was being pushed forward by Minnie into Xander. One ankle rolled as she went forward and winced some at the sudden jolt of pain that hit. The focus on her ankle is cut off when she hears the same crunching sound and her focus is drawn over to the rubble now there. Where she had been….where Minnie now was. "Xander" she reached for his hand, tugging at him. "Xan we have to go" It's all a shock and she is shaking herself, but the longer they stay there the more dangerous it becomes for them too.

The last thing MINNIE remembered seeing before everything went dark was Xander catching Lia. Another sigh of relief left her lips before she found herself on the ground, buried in debris, barely coherent. Vaguely, she registered that something was very wrong and that she was in a lot of pain, but as her eyelids grew heavy, it was getting hard to focus on that. It was getting hard to focus on anything at all. "Xander," she mumbled, vaguely aware of Lia's voice, although it sounded far away.

XANDER feels Lia tugging on him, but he can't move. He thinks he says Minnie's name again, vaguely he can hear people around him, thinks he hears Knightley whose checking on Lia. "Minnie, she needs…", he's moving before he can think rushing to her side. "Minnie," his hands are shaking when he touches her face, his visions blurring and he's having trouble seeing. Someone's tugging on him again and a broken sob slips out when he sees blonde hair before he registers that it's Zarina not Minnie. "I don't…I…" His body's shaking, "What…what do I do now…"

LIA tried tugging on him more, understanding why he isn't moving, but growing more afraid that if he doesn't that something else bad is going to happen. She felt Knightley pull her away in order to check on her. She watches Xander, wanting to be there for him to comfort him, but she isn't sure how much use she's going to be.

MINNIE blinked. Each second felt slower and slower, the outside world growing more and more distant until eventually, it was just her. The patches of light she could see coming through the debris were so blurry that she barely registered them as light. The voices were quiet, a low hum and a whisper in the wind to comfort her as she lay in what she now understood were her final moments, the very last moments of her life. She took a second, a second to mourn herself and apologise to Wylie, before she let out one last breath and smiled.

You're going to be an amazing dad, Xander.

XANDER's too out of it to register that Zarina's a lot stronger than he thought, tugging him up and away. He knows he shouldn't but he looks back, feels something crack inside him before he has to turn to keep up. It's not until they're at the fire station with Lia on a cot that he's reaching for her hand. "I… I'm sorry about your ankle… I should have caught you better… I should go find Juniper or my siblings or… " Trailing off he's leaning against the cot shoulders slumped. "Lia… What the hell do I do now?"

LIA shook her head some as he apologized for her ankle and now catching her better, "you caught me just fine" she swallowed as she moved her thumb over the back of his hand. "I don't know" the answer is honest because she truly doesn't. What were any of them supposed to do now?

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Blossoming of a Shy Violet

Part 21

Summary: Eddie wants to take care of his girl.

Warning/Notes: Warning/Notes: 18+ only! Explicit & harsh language. soft!dom!Eddie, teasing, Eddie & Reader do some underage drinking (Do not do this!) Oral! M receiving…deep!throating, alot of FLUFF…and a peak at some angst…and Smut!

It runs a little long…but it pays off. I also really wanted to see one scene in their own povs, because of what it leads up to!

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“Bingo.” Eddie whispered as he found a couple of cans of Chef Boyardee. He put them down on the counter. Kneeling down, opening a few doors, he found the cabinet that held the pots and pans. One crashed as he grabbed the one he wanted to use.

“Eddie!?!”

He popped his head up. “I’m ok!” He smiled and gave you a thumbs up.

“Ok, good!” A startled expression washed over your face, you gave him a weak . “You sure you don’t want any help?”

“Nah, I’m good sweetheart.”

“Alright!”

He went back and found a wooden spoon to mix it all with. Opening a drawer, he found neatly folded napkins. “Seriously?” He muttered but still grabbed two.

Walking round the kitchen’s island, he finally found some plates. Finally, he opened another drawer, he smiled finding the silverware. They were really nice, no surprise. He had only ever seen sets like this in nice department stores. He took out some for you and him.

Eyeing a small intimate table in a corner, a breakfast nook he reasoned as he brought all that he found over. “Perfect.” He whispered.

Going back to the kitchen, he pulled the tops off the cans and poured the noodles and sauce into the pot. He kept an eye on it, stirring it so that it would not burn. He wanted to make sure this would be just right.

He placed the spoon on top of the pot, before he went over to the loaf of Italian bread. The paper crinkled loudly as he opened it. Taking out the loaf, its fresh scent made his stomach churn wonderfully in hunger. He tore of pieces from the loaf and placed them beside the plates.

******

Actually, you had thought better of it and started dabbing in a small little story. You figured you’d at least get the idea down. It felt good to be working on a story again.

A few pages in and a loud crash that made you jump. “Eddie!” You called out, looking over.

Your heart raced at the sudden sound but you smiled when Eddie popped his head up. “I’m ok!” He gave you a thumbs up.

You grimaced. “You sure you don’t want any help. You popped the pen closed, and slid it and the notebook to the side of you. You were prepared to help.

“Nah, I’m good sweetheart.”

“Alright!”

You watched him for a few moments, he could look so cute as he focused. Grabbing your notebook, you paused. You put your notebook back down and sliding off the sofa, you crawled over to the small cabinet. Excitement filled you, at the titles you could see. Opening, the glass door your fingers ran over the vhs tapes. There were many great titles. Seeing more in the back a huge grin spread across your face.

Nightmare on Elm Street, The Thing & The Shining, you took them out and laid them on the coffee table. You hoped he liked horror movies. You certainly did. Eyeing the cable box, you turned the channel to three so it would be ready. Perhaps, after the two of you were done eating Eddie and you could pop one in. You’d let him choose.

Stretching, you soon climbed back up onto the sofa. Bringing your knees up, you rested your notebook on your thighs; you began writing again. Words, sentences easily came together for your new story. You even jotted down a few more ideas so you wouldn’t forget anything.

******

Luckily, it really didn’t take too long for the noodles and sauce to start bubbling. He stuck his pinkie in and hissing, he pulled it immediately back. “Ouch!” He wagged his hand around.

Opening a drawer, and grabbing a kitchen mitt, he picked up the pot. He doled out the portions, he made sure to give you an extra scoop. Stopping at the sink, he rinsed off everything.

He considered the drinks in the fridge. Glancing, he eyed what drinks were in the fridge. Looking over the drinks, who knew what tomorrow would bring. So grabbing two bottles of beer he brought them to the table. Being struck with an idea, he found some glasses. Carefully, he poured your beers. He wiped his hands on a dish rag. Before he came and to get you, he dimmed the lights.

Coming over he saw you scribbling away. Taking a seat on the arm rest, he just watched how your eyes moved over the page, how you paused and bit your pen. Making a sound that was more sound then actual words, you shifted where you reclined.

As you took more of you in, he swallowed seeing all of you. Your bare legs were drawn up, the skirt sat on your hips. Between your legs, he could spot your cute panties just barely concealing your sweet little pussy. The sight before him made his stomach tightened. You were certainly his flower.

Reaching out, he wrapped his fingers around your ankles. “I got you.” You squealed and wiggled.

Giggles erupted from you. “Eddie, you got me.” You wiggled, raising an eyebrow. “What are you going to do now?”

His thumbs caressed your ankles. “Usher you off to the dinner I made us, little blossom.”

“Oh! Good.” You tossed your notebook, near the vhs tapes. You went to move. “Will you let me up?”

He chuckled. “Maybe?” You wiggled again, giggling more before he finally let you go.

Jumping off the arm rest, he bowed dramatically and offered you a hand. “My lady.” He smiled up at you, while still bowing.

“Thank you.”

“What is this I see?” He spotted the vhs tapes on the table.

“Eddie!?!”

He popped his head up. “I’m ok!” He smiled and gave you a thumbs up.

“Ok, good!” A startled expression washed over your face, you gave him a weak . “You sure you don’t want any help?”

“Nah, I’m good sweetheart.”

“Alright!”

He went back and found a wooden spoon to mix it all with. Opening a drawer, he found neatly folded napkins. “Seriously?” He muttered but still grabbed two.

Eyeing a small intimate table in a corner, a breakfast nook he reasoned as he brought all that he found over. “Perfect.” He whispered.

******

Actually, you had thought better of it and started dabbing in a small little story. You figured you’d at least get the idea down. It felt good to be working on a story again.

A few pages in and a loud crash that made you jump. “Eddie!” You called out, looking over.

Your heart raced at the sudden sound but you smiled when Eddie popped his head up. “I’m ok!” He gave you a thumbs up.

You grimaced. “You sure you don’t want any help. You popped the pen closed, and slid it and the notebook to the side of you. You were prepared to help.

“Nah, I’m good sweetheart.”

“Alright!”

******

Luckily, it really didn’t take too long for the noodles and sauce to start bubbling. He stuck his pinkie in and hissing, he pulled it immediately back. “Ouch!” He wagged his hand around.

Opening a drawer, and grabbing a kitchen mitt, he picked up the pot. He doled out the portions, he made sure to give you an extra scoop. Stopping at the sink, he rinsed off everything.

He looked over the drinks in the fridge, who knew what tomorrow would bring. So grabbing two bottles of beer he brought them to the table. Being struck with an idea, he found some glasses. Carefully, he poured your beers. He wiped his hands on a dish rag. Before he came and to get you, he dimmed the lights.

Reaching out, he wrapped his fingers around your ankles. “I got you.” You squealed and wiggled.

Giggles erupted from you. “Eddie, you got me.” You wiggled, raising an eyebrow. “What are you going to do now?”

His thumbs caressed your ankles. “Usher you off to the dinner I made us, little blossom.”

“Oh! Good.” You tossed your notebook, near the vhs tapes. You went to move. “Will you let me up?”

He chuckled. “Maybe?” You wiggled again, giggling more before he finally let you go.

Jumping off the arm rest, he bowed dramatically and offered you a hand. “My lady.” He smiled up at you, while still bowing.

“Thank you.”

“What is this I see?” He spotted the vhs tapes on the table.

“Possible movie choices for later.” You smiled brightly.

Eddie’s eyes lit up. “I like the sound of that.”

******

“So Dustin and the others are back tomorrow.” Eddie stuffed some of his food into his bread and took a bite.

You nodded and stabbing at the food before putting a forkful into your mouth. You took a sip of the beer. “Do you think we will have to go somewhere else?”

He stuck his thumb into his mouth and sucked off the sauce, shrugging. “To be honest. I hope not.”

“Me too.” You added.

He smiled brightly. “Look at the very least we still have one more night here.” He reached over and squeezed your hand. “This is our own little oasis during all of this.”

You nodded. “Sounds wonderful.”

He simply wanted the two of you, to just be a bunch of kids. As much as he hated struggling with homework and the teachers, he’d give anything to have that as his only stress. Well that and being a good guy for you.

“I am sure that we will.” You replied with your own smile back at him.

He grabbed his glass, and clinked yours. “To having a good night.”

“To having a good night.”

******

Taking over a corner of the sofa, Eddie got comfortable. He was feeling a very good. A warmth filled him. Having a full stomach, a delightful buzz from the beers and having you cuddled up, was perfect.

******

You tucked yourself into his side as The Shining began to play. “Have you seen this before?” He asked glancing down at you.

“I tried. I couldn’t get past the scene with the boy fainting.”

“Well, this is one of the best horror movies.”

*****

“Oh? He’s a writer?” You asked excited, a little later.

He bopped you playfully on the nose. “Just like you.” He made a face. “Well, maybe a little like you.” He chuckled.

You giggled. “But I don’t know if I’d want to stay in a place with that kind of history.” You glanced at the screen before looking back at him.

“I’d only be there if you were with me.” Your heart swelled at Eddie’s words.

*****

Feeling very, very good you don’t know how but you and Eddie were now three beers in. The movie was creepy but not scary. You were enjoying it though.

Without thinking, you eased yourself down to his lap, resting your head there. You felt as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “My restless little nymph.”

Seeing all the snow in the movie made you shiver. “Wow, I couldn’t handle all that snow.” You whispered.

“I couldn’t either,” He smirked down at you. “We’d just have to stay in bed to keep warm.”

“Oh really?”

He nodded.

“I think we should just do that regardless if there’s any snow.”

His smirked. “I like how you think.”

He moved his hand up from your hip, and soon you felt his fingers in your hair. It had been a sweet distraction as his fingers idly moved from your hip, to your stomach and back again. The light drumming of his fingers kept you enraptured.

“Eddie?” You looked up at him.

“Yes?”

You smiled and giggled. “I am getting a little warm.” You gently pulled away from Eddie and stood up. Your legs were wobbly as you grabbed the edges of the cardigan and pulled it up and off.

“Oh look at you naughty minx, taking your tshirt off too.” He smirked and reaching for you, pulled you close.

He pressed kisses against your hip, as he looked up at you. “Take your panties off for me, little blossom.” Sitting back, he stopped you. “Let me look at you.” You were so beautiful.

Sitting back, he stopped you. “Let me look at you.

You turned a little and twisted a little, as you held the hem of the pleated skirt. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.

“Aw, is my sweet girl tipsy?” He rose an eyebrow as he looked up at you. You nodded.

Grabbing the bottle from the table beside him, he finished it. He looked incredibly enticing. The flutters at the sight of him made in you, made you giggle once again.

“Maybe?” You gave him a sweet smile, once again reaching out and this time, he pulled you down onto his lap. You wiggled in his lap. When you did, you felt him. You grew wetter.

Letting your eyes close, you rocked against him. You mind began to wander. You remembered his raspy voice, and how his slender fingers filled you earlier.

Their kitchen to be exact. And you were mere moments ago touching yourself, here. The memory pulled a sound from within you that you couldn’t repress. You felt as Eddie’s fingertips, brushed some hair behind your ear. “Is my minx, remembering how incredibly naughty we were?” He asked in a hushed whisper. It made you tremble.

“Yes.” Leaning in close you pressed some kisses on his throat. Inhaling, you could smell the soap, the shampoo he used. It caused more flutters in you. “Eddie, I would very much like to enjoy you.”

Saying it aloud. Knowing, he would most likely be thrilled made the ache between your legs grow.

******

When Gareth had dated that red head, for a hot minute he had mentioned how nice cuddling and watching a movie made everything worthwhile. At the time, he thought that was Gareth being a virgin was where that sentiment had come from. But now he knew what he meant. So with you leaning against him, while watching The Shining was very nice. He loved how you felt, how you would look up at him.

Nestled close, he kissed the top of your head. “My restless little nymph.” He whispered. You giggled as your eyes met. As you settled your head in his lap, made him hard but he would just let it be. This was far too exquisite of a moment not to enjoy.

“Wow, I couldn’t handle all that snow.” You remarked.

“I couldn’t either,” His lips curled into a smirk as he met your eyes, his stomach knotted making him harder, as he imagined what he would love to do with you, if ever remotely snow bound. “We’d just have to stay in bed to keep warm.”

“I think we should just do that regardless even if there’s any snow.”

His heart beat harder. “I like how you think.” He sucked in a breath. He gently moved his hand on your hip, feeling your body made his breath catch.

Turning, you met his eyes. It made him harder. “Eddie?”

“Yes, little minx?”

Your soft lips curled into a smile, before you giggled. “I am getting a little warm.” He watched you pull back. Your legs, wiggled a little. It was cute. The beers had made him fuzzy and warm as well. As he watched you grab at the edges of the cardigan before you pulled it up and off, it reminded him of how he saw you danced around your room in his hoodie.

“Oh look at you naughty minx, taking your tshirt off too.” There you stood in just the pleated skirt and bra. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to you, and pulling you close. He immediately kissed the curve of your hip. So soft and sweet smelling. His little blossom.

He looked up at you. “Take your panties off for me, little blossom.” Sitting back, he stopped you. “Let me look at you.” You were so beautiful.

He had his fair share of fantasies, his magazines like Heavy Metal had pages splashed with curvy naked women, here and there. But right now as you stood before him, you were far better then any of that. Even his fantasies as he’d jerk on his cock was nothing compared to how you now in front of him

You turned a little and twisted a little, as you held the hem of the pleated skirt. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.

“Aw, is my sweet girl tipsy?” He rose an eyebrow as he looked up at you.

You nodded.

He continued to look up at you. Grabbing the bottle beside him, he up ended it. Finishing it.

You giggled once again. “Maybe?”

This time as you shimmied before him, he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and pulling you onto his lap. He exhaled as you wiggled against him. These jeans were growing terribly tight again, and he bit the inside of his cheek as he felt you grow wet against him.

He watched as you closed your eyes as settled against him. Gently, he brushed some hair behind your ear. He couldn’t resist being exceptionally naughty to you. He loved seeing how you’d react. What he could pull out of you.

“Is my minx, remembering how incredibly naughty we were?” He whispered.

If he wasn’t already hard enough, but feeling you grow wetter and tremble just furthered him pressing harder against the zipper of these jeans.

“Yes.” Your voice was so breathy and very sexy. Feeling as you pressed along throat it was incredibly erotic. He felt your breath before you spoke. “Eddie,” You whispered. “I would very much like to enjoy you.”

He made a soft sound. “Yes, little minx. How would you like to enjoy me?”

He smiled as he felt you tremble before your hands reached between the two of you. “I want you in my mouth, Eddie.”

“I would like that very much, little minx.”

He inhaled, as you slipped onto the floor in front of him.

******

The carpet was plush and soft underneath you. Tugging and unzipping his pants made his stomach churn hotly. He shifted where he sat to help you in pulling down his pants and underwear.

“My little minx.” You heard him whisper.

Your stomach delightfully churned. He was so hard, he bounced against his stomach. You easily dragged your tongue up his length and as you reached his tip you twirled your tongue around him. A soft sound came from you as you lightly lapped away the pre-cum that came to the surface.

“Oh Eddie.” You whispered as you met his eyes.

Easily you slid your lips down him. His tip just barely touched the back of your throat, pulling a gasp from you, as you pulled back up his length. You felt as his fingers entwined in your hair.

You released his hard length with a pop, you gathered your breath. Meeting his eyes which were alit with his passion.

Soon, with the aid of his fingers in your hair you began to move your mouth up and down his length. Above you, deep moans came from him. They made you incredibly wet, your ache sharping. He felt so incredibly good as he grew even harder.

“That’s my sweet minx. Just like that.” He encouraged, as his body shook.

Once against you freed him from your mouth with a pop. “You feel so good in my mouth.” You sat back on your ankles.

Blinking, his breathing had shallowed and yet, a slow smirk curled his lips. “Would you like to take me deeper and longer?”

The smirk was like an arrow of sharp desire that landed between your legs. A soft deep sound came from you as you licked your lips. “Yes.”

“We can go slow. And if you don’t like any of it, we can go back to how you were doing it?”

“Alright.” You whispered, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear as you gazed down at his length.

You a few times as you felt his hand, gently drew your face up. “I am being serious little minx.” He gently dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. “This will be one of the roughest things we have done thus far, and I want you to know I am serious.”

“I understand Eddie.” You smiled.

“My good girl.” He praised, his thumb caressed your cheek. “You see this.”

His fingers fell over his hard length, you watched as he wrapped them around himself. He moved his hand easily, up and down him. He was still slick from being in your mouth.

You watched as he bit his bottom lip, and closed his eyes briefly, before opening them once again while he met your eyes. “Only you, my little sweet blossom has ever made me this hard.”

You trembled. “I am eager to continue making you feel good.”

*******

“My sweet little minx, then let me feel that sweet mouth of you again.”

You nodded, going back on your knees you smiled at him. He held himself for you. Gently, you lapped at his tip, before just taking it into your mouth. Your fingers replaced his. While his fingers were once again entwining in your hair. You enjoyed gently sucking at it his before sliding down his length.

“Ready, to take more of me blossom?”

“Yes.” You said and yet it was more of an gargled sound of agreement.

The sound made his stomach tighten. He had always been curious when he had first heard about deep throating but he never thought he’d ever know or experience it.

Gently, as you began to gasp. He could feel you already moving further down on hm. “Yes.” A soft moan came from him. “That’s it little minx. My good, sweet girl.” He encouraged. “Breath through your nose, that will help.” A deep sound came from him. “Yes, like that.” You sputtered and coughed, pulling back up on him.

He watcher as you took several deep breaths. You licked away at the salvia clung on to your lips, which were growing puffy. Oh it was so sexy. Your shiny eyes met his. “How are you my sweet girl?”

“Feels so good.” You took him once again into your mouth.

“That’s it. That’s my sweet girl, I know you can take me even deeper this time.”

He strained and tightened his grasp of your hair. He shook as you for a moment, just bobbed up and down his length. “My sweet tease. Are you gonna try and make me cum, before you take me deeper?”

A moan softly, poured from his lips and yet somehow managed to still give you a playful look. And he felt as you did take him unbelievably deeper. “Yes, there you go.” He groaned.

He called out, trembling as he felt your nose nestle his springy curls at his base. “Yes, yes right there” He panted, “It feels so good to be buried so deeply into that lovely throat of yours.”

Helping you, he began to move in and out of your throat, your mouth. He panted as he slid in and out of you.

He gasped, moaning. “I am getting close little blossom. I want to cum in that sweet mouth of yours.”

You managed another kind of sound of agreement. “Is that ok with my little minx?”

Your lips slid up and off his hard cock. “Yes. Oh, I want to taste you, feel as you cum.”

Barely, able to hold himself. He was so close, just on the brink. Gently, he guided you back onto him.

You began sliding up and down him. “Yes. Yes, just like that.” He strained, clutching your hair. Shaking, he threw his head back. Your name broke his lips as a moan. He came hard, one hot spurt after another shot into your mouth.

“I love you, I love you.” He moaned, panting those three words he never thought, he’d ever utter to anyone.

He melted into the soft. His hand eased from your hair, and came to rest beside him on the sofa. You were quiet for a moment. A small kernel formed in his stomach, he wasn’t one to be so vocal about these kind of emotions. For a brief breath, unease let itself be felt.

As a pang went through him. He remembered how in what now felt like a lifetime ago, you had not wanted to form any relationships, any bonds since you were always leaving.

He watched as you climbed up to him. He held out his arms to you. You cuddled close, as you did he could feel how hard your heart beat in your chest. “You love me Eddie?”

He couldn’t help but notice how flushed you were. He saw where a few tears had managed to escape as you had struggled but did so good taking him so deeply

He took one of your hands, and kissed it. “Yes. My sweet blossom.” He swallowed.

You wiggled and hugged him tightly. Your eyes were alit when you met his eyes. “Eddie?”

“Yes.”

“I love you too, I love you.”

His heart melted hearing you say it. He kissed you then, he didn’t care if he could still taste the residue of himself. He wanted, he needed to kiss you.

Moving as he did so, he really didn’t even know how he had managed to do so but he did it. He had gotten you onto your back. Laying between your legs, he made a soft sound. He could feel how incredibly wet you were. It made his cock stir, despite just having cum so hard.

“There’s my sweet blossom.” He pressed a quick kiss against your lips. “I enjoy you being under me like this.” He tilted his head as he looked you.

“I like you on top of me too.”

Running a hand up your leg, he reached between the two you. He cupped your sweet little pussy. His palm barely touched you, and it was slick with you.

He made a deep sound. “So how shall I make you cum little minx?”

“Well, this is one of the best horror movies.”

*****

“Oh? He’s a writer?” You asked excited, a little later.

He bopped you playfully on the nose. “Just like you.” He made a face. “Well, maybe a little like you.” He chuckled.

You giggled. “But I don’t know if I’d want to stay in a place with that kind of history.” You glanced at the screen before looking back at him.

“I’d only be there if you were with me.” Your heart swelled at Eddie’s words.

*****

Feeling very, very good you don’t know how but you and Eddie were now three beers in. The movie was creepy but not scary. You were enjoying it though.

Without thinking, you eased yourself down to his lap, resting your head there. You felt as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “My restless little nymph.”

Seeing all the snow in the movie made you shiver. “Wow, I couldn’t handle all that snow.” You whispered.

“I couldn’t either,” He smirked down at you. “We’d just have to stay in bed to keep warm.”

“Oh really?”

He nodded.

“I think we should just do that regardless if there’s any snow.”

His smirked. “I like how you think.”

“Eddie?” You looked up at him.

“Yes?”

You smiled and giggled. “I am getting a little warm.” You gently pulled away from Eddie and stood up. Your legs were wobbly as you grabbed the edges of the cardigan and pulled it up and off.

“Oh look at you naughty minx, taking your tshirt off too.” He smirked and reaching for you, pulled you close.

He pressed kisses against your hip, as he looked up at you. “Take your panties off for me, little blossom.” Sitting back, he stopped you. “Let me look at you.” You were so beautiful.

Sitting back, he stopped you. “Let me look at you.”