#i haven’t really cried about it yet because we saw it coming really

[joedirtymadre]

The Cake

MASH X READER (Taking requests 📲 pls send some!) **SMUT

“Come on, spit it (Y/N)!” Lemon groaned as she shook me. “Spit what out Lemon?” I asked, while continuing to be shaken up. “Have you and Mashle… done anything intimate yet?” She whispered the last part. “Did you forget that I’m right here?” Finn sweat dropped. “No, but I mean you’re one of the girls, Finn. Plus it’s either this conversation or the guy’s one where Lance and Dot argued over the cutest girl, and Lance’s only option is his sister,” Lemon explained. Finn and I sighed, she’s got a point. “But still Lemon… that’s a little too private to talk about…” I blushed. “So you have done it!” Lemon screeched. “How was it? Was it nice or was it bad? I heard if I guy is a good bowler then you know… and Mash is… well he’s just strong so he can take down all the pins,” Lemon said. “And the alley,” Finn added. “Nevermind that! Details, (Y/N)! Was it romantic? Freaky?” She asked. “No… well none of that because we haven’t done anything,” I said softly. “Oh…” Lemon said. “Yeah, well I don’t know Mash has never seemed too interested in that kind of stuff, I don’t know,” I shrugged. “What do you mean, have you tried hinting at it?” Finn asked. “Sort of? One night we watched a movie in my dorm and a… scene came on! I thought it would spark the mood a bit so I scooted closer to Mash and I decided to… place my hand on his thigh,” I blushed, covering my face from Lemon’s sly smile. “You go girl, show him who’s boss!” She laughed. “But… he then asked if I thought the muscle was softer than usual. I guess he noticed a difference between the two and my hand placement confirmed his suspicions,” I sighed. “Jeez,” Finn winced at the comment. “I mean we all knew Mash was dense but I didn’t think it was that bad,” Lemon frowned. “So maybe it’s for the best that we just hold off,” I smiled. “Have you thought of talking to him? I mean Mash probably wants to do stuff like that too, but since you never brought it up he doesn’t see the reason to either,” Finn said. “You’re probably right Finn, but… it’s embarrassing… We’ve been together for almost a year and I’ve given a couple of hints already. I was hoping he would’ve caught on by now,” I sighed. “Well why don’t you give him a love potion? It’ll probably boost his spirits, if you know what I mean,” Lemon whispered. “I don’t think drugging my boyfriend without his consent is really the best idea!” I shouted. “Kidding!” Lemon smiled. “I don’t think she was…” Finn sighed. “I’ll just keep things the way they are. Plus he has to catch on one day right?” I asked them, both of them shrugging at the question. “Oh I have to go to the library! I told a friend I would help her with her project!” Lemon shouted and ran off. “Bye!” She yelled and we waved back. “I should probably get going too, we left the group in my room… I just hope they didn’t break anything…” Finn cried and walked off. “See ya (Y/N),” he moped. “Bye,” I laughed and headed back to my dorm.

I laid on the bed thinking about the conversation with Lemon and Finn. “It’s almost been a year… and I think I’m ready, but maybe Mash isn’t…” I sighed. “Oh well,” I shrugged. I can’t be upset that he’s not comfortable with engaging with any of the hints I’ve given him. “Why don’t you give him a love potion?” Lemon’s words are repeated in my head. I quickly shake my head. No. No. No. That’s a crazy idea, plus super wrong. “I think I’ll just nap all this off, get my mind off all this stuff,” I sighed to myself and got ready for bed and quickly fell asleep.

I woke up later to a knock on my door and got up to answer it. I opened it and saw Mash on the other side holding a bag. “Hi Mash,” I said sleepily. “Were you sleeping?” He asked. “Yeah… I felt stressed so I thought I should just take a nap,” I explained and stepped aside to let him in. “Then Lemon was smart to give me these things,” he said as he walked in and dropped the stuff on my desk. “What did she give you?” I asked as I shut the door. “She gave me cake and tea,” he said. “Cake and tea…?” I thought suspiciously. She wouldn’t… “Can I just have a quick look?” I asked and snatched the cake box. “Uhh…” Mash mumbled. I opened the box and… it looks fine? Well the box is from a local café and it seems like an average cake made at the shop. “(Y/N)?” Mash asked, peering over my shoulder. “Haha, sorry. I just got so excited to see the cake,” I said awkwardly. “Ah… well there’s also some tea-“ he said and I swooshed over to the prepared tea and opened it. I mean it looks ok… or does it? Don’t all potions look like regular tea?? “Oh well… I think this is Jasmine tea… and I’m allergic to Jasmine tea!” I said and headed to toss it. “Oh, but I’m n- oh you tossed it…” Mash said disappointedly. “Sorry Mash,” I apologized. “It’s fine, you’re just having a stressful day,” he said and patted my head. “I just… I just had a weird conversation with Lemon earlier so I think I’m just being paranoid. Let’s just enjoy some cake,” I smiled. “Conversation? What was it about?” He asked. I blushed, “Nothing! It was girl stuff, don’t worry about it!” “Oh… well ok,” Mash shrugged.

We cut the cake and luckily I had some strawberry milk saved. “That was a good cake,” Mash said. “You only had a bite…” I sighed as we sat on my loveseat together. “Yeah, but I had a lot of cream puffs earlier, and I only worked out for 2 hours today. Don’t want to eat to pass my calorie intake,” he explained. “Just 2 hours?” I laughed. “Yeah, Lemon stopped me to tell me you were having an off day,” he said. “Ohh, well sorry for interrupting your workout, but thanks for coming over and the cake was delicious! I almost ate the whole thing,” I said and kissed his cheek. “It’s fine,” he smiled. I think I'm getting hot..? “Hey Mash, mind if I open a window? It’s getting hot in here,” I said and quickly opened my window to let in some fresh air. “It is?” Mash asked. “Yeah it’s super hot… and the fresh air isn’t helping!” I huffed and stuck my head out the window. “(Y/N) are you ok?” He asked and placed a hand on my lower back. I winced, his hand was hot to the touch. “Yeah, w-why do you ask?” I responded and looked back. “C-C-Cause it’s f-f-freezing in h-here,” he chattered from the cold. “O-Oh, I’m sorry!” I closed the window and sat back down. I felt my body beginning to feel like it’s on fire, but not sweaty but burning… “What’s wrong with me…?” I whispered. “Hey, it’ll be alright,” Mash said and pulled me into a hug. God the hug was burning me even more, but in a good way. I want more. “Mash, touch me more,” I said desperately. “(Y/N)?” Mash said, confused. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, my body's on fire. Even you touching me makes it burn more, but I want more…” I whispered before pulling him into a kiss. “Mash…” I gasped when we pulled away for air. “Y-Yeah?” He panted. “Why haven’t we ever done anything… more?” I asked, feeling my cheeks heat up even more. “M-More? I don’t know. You never asked or talked about it so I thought-“ I interrupted him. “I always gave away hints, it’s kind of embarrassing,” I laughed nervously. “You did?” He asked, shocked. I nodded shyly. “Well… then let’s try it,” he said and pulled me into a rough kiss. God my mind is going blank.

Mash carried me to my bed and laid me down softly. I watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Exposing his bare chest, and god-like body. “N-No compression shirt?” I blushed. “Not today,” he said and got on top of me, quickly pulling me in for another kiss. He pulled away and quickly went for my neck, licking, sucking, and nibbling every inch. “M-Mash,” I said, feeling dizzy. “Let’s take our time,” he whispered into my ear, causing goosebumps to crawl over me. All I could do was whimper in response. “I never knew you could make these kinds of noises,” he said against my skin. “Let me hear more,” he said in a demanding tone, and began biting my neck a bit harsher. “Mhm!” I let out. He finally pulled back and stared at me. I took the chance to try and catch my breath. “Sorry about this (Y/N)…” Mash said, and before I could ask he placed his hands on the buttons of my shirt and ripped them apart. Exposing my bra, “Mash!” I blushed, and tried to cover myself. Before I could Mash pinned my arms above my chest. “Don’t hide them, please,” he pleaded. “M-Mash…” I gasped and relaxed. “Good girl,” he said deeply, but keeping his hand pinned against mine. With his free hand he traced his thumb from my lips to the tip of my waistband. “W-Wait! I don’t want… to be the first one…” I bit my lip, too embarrassed to finish my sentence. “Don’t wanna be the first one naked? Alright then,” he said and slowly got off of me. I watched as he quickly removed his belt, allowing his pants to fall. Leaving him in only his boxer shorts, I gulped and wanted to follow his lead. I slowly grabbed the hem of my skirt and slipped it down, Mash helping me throw them off. Now we were both left in nothing but our underwear. “You’re so sexy,” he said as he pounced on me again. I moaned and gasped at each nip or kiss he would leave, my body still feeling like it’s on fire. “M-Mash, stop teasing me,” I said desperately. “Someone’s impatient,” he chuckled. “But that’s fine, I don’t think I can hold off any longer either,” he said as he placed my hand over his bulge. I blushed and pulled him in for another kiss, I felt bad that he was the only one taking the initiative. “Lay back,” I said. He nodded and sat back and I slowly got on his lap, he placed his rough hands on my hips. I began to reach for my bra and removed it slowly, I finally unclasped it, letting my breasts fall. I watched as Mash stared at my body, letting his eyes roam over every inch. “Do they look n-nice?” I said awkwardly. “They’re perfect,” he said as he cupped one of them with his right hand, surprising me.

Before fully reacting he pushed me down, “Ma- Ah!” I moaned, feeling his mouth swallow my breast. I grasped onto his hair tightly, and covered my mouth with my other hand, not wanting my neighbors to hear us. As soon as I muffled myself, Mash looked up looking disappointed. He pinned my arms again with one of his hands, “Don’t do that again,” he demanded. I blushed and nodded shyly. “Good,” he said. “Mash, I think I wanna do-“ before I could my sentence Mash ripped my underwear off. “H-ahhh?” I laid there in shock. “Me too,” he said and pulled down his shorts. I looked up and saw his cock ready to go. “A-Ah,” I let out. “Let me prepare you,” he said. I nodded and spread my legs a little wider. I gasped when I felt a finger slide inside me, “Mm!” I gasped. Then another. “Ahmm!” I moaned, quickly biting my lip trying to muffle myself. “It’s so hot and wet,” he said, huskily. I looked up and saw his eyes staring down at me, hungrily. “I’m gonna move now ok?” He asked. I nodded, and felt Mash slowly insert his fingers in and out. Oh god I’m gonna go crazy, he’s going so slow! I began moving my hips slightly, trying to increase the speed. “Too slow for you?” He chuckled, as his eyes glowed in amusement. I suddenly felt the increased speed, “Ahh~! Mashh~!!” I cried out. “Is this better now?” He asked and continued using his two fingers to thrust and occasionally widen my pussy. After what felt like an eternity I was done! “Mash!” I huffed. “What’s wrong (Y/N)?” He smiled slyly. “I’m ready now, please?” I pleaded. “Please what?” He asked as he slowly removed his fingers, causing me to whimper to the sudden loss. “P-Please?” I repeated. “Come on say,” he said as I felt something hard begin to rub my lips. Oh god this man is making me crazy. “Just fuck me already!” I practically shouted. “Whatever you say, princess,” he smirked and thrusted himself deep inside. I quickly felt full and needed a minute to catch my breath. “H-Hold on…” I gasped. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he said softly and dropped down to kiss me softly. After another minute or two, I nodded and allowed Mash to start moving. He went slow at first, but after a few minutes he quickly began thrusting faster and harder. “Ma-aash…” I drooled as I gasped with each breath. “Fuck (Y/N)… you’re pussy feels so good,” he grunted and let go of my pinned hands. “MmMM!” I moaned in response. I quickly arched my back, feeling an overload of ecstasy as I felt a thumb brush over my clit. “I really liked that reaction,” Mash panted and continued to rub my clit at an intense speed. “W-WaiT!” I cried, feeling a knot in my lower stomach grow bigger and bigger. “I think I’m- maSH!” I let out and threw my head back as I felt a wave of pleasure rush through my body, but I quickly threw it back up as I realized Mash wasn’t stopping. “Ma- Sensit…ive!” I moaned and grilled onto his shoulder tightly. “I wish I could, but someone’s pussy won’t let go of me,” he smirked and continued thrusting me at the same pace and began rubbing my clit again. I quickly placed both hands over my mouth and again Mash quickly pinned them above my head. “Nice try,” he grunted. “Ah! Mm! Mash~!” I moaned, filling my room with the sounds of my moans and Mash thrusting in and out of my pussy. “Fuck… I’m close,” he said in ear. “Cum! Cum!” I begged him. “Not before you do, one more time,” he whispered in my ear. He unpinned me and returned his hand to my clit, playing with it again, bringing me closer and closer. “Mash… I’m-“ I choked and threw my arms around him. “Me too,” he grunted, thrusting deeper each time. “Mashhh!” I cried and dug my nails into his skin, once again my body flowing with ecstasy. “(Y/N)…!” He moaned with one final thrust, filling me before pulling himself out and falling next to me. We both took our time trying to catch our breaths and Mash soon pulled me in for some cuddles. “That was nice…” he said sleepily, before I heard some light snoring. I giggled and snuggled into his arms before falling asleep as well. Before I forget… make a mental note to thank and also kill Lemon tomorrow.

The Next Day

“You guys did it? Well… you did skip classes today, so it all makes sense now,” Lemon laughed. “Yeah, the cake sort of did the trick,” I blushed. “Cake?” Lemon asked, confused. “Yeah the cake and tea you gave Mash because I wasn’t feeling too good. You put a love potion in it didn’t you? Well… it’s fine cause I’m the one that ate it so I’ll forgive you this time-“ I was quickly interrupted. “(Y/N) what are you talking about? I bought that cake at the café we always go to. I went with my friend after we finished the project. I remembered you said you wanted to try the red velvet,” she said. “H-Huh?” I blinked. “Y-You thought I put a love potion in it!?” Lemon laughed. “Y-You didn’t?” I blinked again. “Girl… you must’ve had a placebo effect or something…” Lemon said. “Oh…” I said, speechless.

#anime fanfic #fanfic #fluff #x reader #anime #mash burnedead x reader #mashle: magic and muscles x reader #mash x reader #mash burnedead #mashle #mash #smut #mashle: magic and muscles smut #mashle: magic and muscles #mash smut #smut fic

[vase-of-lilies]

https://www.tumblr.com/vase-of-lilies/729478267535491072/does-anyone-wanna-send-a-request-for-into-the-tiny

Mmmmmm, how about mommy / mama feeling bad for falsely accusing us and making us cry so they(either of them) feel dejected until we make them cuddle with us because we thought they were still mad at us ?… please?

Assumptions

Pairing: Dark!Mommy!Wanda x Little!reader (f) x Dark!Mama!Nat

Warnings: MD/LG dynamics, Arguing, yelling, feeling bad, guilt, fighting, false accusations, depression, crying, breastfeeding, lactation, cuddles!! this is a dark AU so beware.

A/n: Thanks for sending this in! This is such a cute idea! This kind of hits home, because I have been blamed for MULTIPLE things by my awful step siblings when I was younger. But I’m glad this time it will be Wanda and Natty to comfort us 🥺 I hope it was ok to have just Nat be angry!

It was a series of unfortunate events. One thing lead to another, and soon you found yourself in front of a large mess in the living room of the cabin. You had woken up from your nap, only to find Wanda and Natasha doing work by themselves in separate rooms.

When you left your nursery, your toy lion — Leo — was held in your arms softly and you rubbed the tired from your eyes. A small yawn following. You froze mid step once you saw the disaster in the living room.

The couch cushions were no longer on the couch, the TV stand was slightly askew, the lamp shade was tilted, and what looked like piles upon piles of documents were strewn across the carpet. You didn’t know how to react, only staring at the mess in front of you.

Too caught up in your confusion, you don’t hear the footsteps of your Mama, Nat, behind you. A loud gasp left her mouth as she saw what you were staring at. From what it looked like to her, you had been going through important documents without their permission or knowledge. But that was far from the truth.

“Y/n! What on earth are you doing??” Your mamas voice boomed behind you, startling you and causing your lion to drop from your hands. Nat paced the floor, looking at the papers and their contents.

“My god! Where did you find these?? These were locked!” She continues to shout, and the water works were turned on behind your eyes.

You looked up at Nat, small whimpers turning into cries of false guilt. “I- I- d-didn’ do an-anyfing!” You sobbed, but Natasha wouldn’t have that. She pressed her fingers on the bridge of her nose, her red braid flipping over her shoulder as she looks to you.

“Oh, you didn’t do anything? Really? You think I’m gonna believe a dumb little thing like you?” She shouted back at you, stepping closer to you. You step back in fear. “My keys are gone, and we haven’t heard your little dream sounds on the monitor either. And then I find you here??”

The things she was saying wasn’t like her. She was harsh, but when she knew you were in your little space, she was the most gentle giant you have ever been around besides Tony. But this time was different, because of one simple mistake.

Wanda hears the commotion from the bedroom and she looks over to the small baby monitor on the bedside table. She frowns as the screen blinks a low battery picture, and picks it up. She walks to the living room to find you pushing yourself against the wall while Natasha shouted at you.

Nat hasn’t calmed down yet, and Wanda knew that it could be devastating to your little self to see her like this. “Honey? Nat, baby, what’s going on?” She asked, gently placing her hand on her wife’s exposed shoulder.

Natasha’s head snaps to the source of the voice, and she steps away from your cowering body. “First she stole my keys to my filing cabinet, then she waited until we were busy to come out and read everything! Then she tries to deny it,” She explains. “I knew something was up when I didn’t hear anything from her room. Absolutely nothing.”

Wanda’s eyes widen, suddenly realizing why Nat couldn’t hear your little noises while you were asleep. She holds up the monitor and the blinking battery symbol mocks Natasha’s silence. “Batteries… they died,” Wanda says with a soft sigh.

She looks to the room and shakes her head. “While you and Pietro took her to the park this morning, Tony came by to see what info we had on HYDRAs plan to recapture Bucky. I guess he never cleaned up after himself.”

Immediately Natasha’s arms unfolded themselves and she silently pointed to your shivering and shaking form, facing away from them. She was in disbelief that Wanda never told her about this, and that she somehow was able to avoid the living room all together to even notice what Tony did.

Your Mommy bends down to not be so intimidating to you and takes your hands into hers. “Baby, can you look at mommy?” You don’t listen to her at first, Leo covering your face to hide you from any confrontation. “Tinyyyyyy… listen to me, please.” Wanda said. Hearing her voice turn from concern to demanding in an instant made you pull Leo from your face. “Such a good girl… how about we let Mama cool off, I think she needs some ice cream.”

Wanda looks up at Nat, giving a look telling her to take a walk to calm down. So, Nat holds up her hands in surrender and goes out the back door to the shed to work on her suit and gear.

In the mean time, Wanda gave you a bath, fed you, and read you a few stories. But when your Mama came in, she was in such a different mood. Even though she may have cooled off and the mess was gone, she stilled looked so angry and sad.

Was she still mad at you?

Days went by, and Nat had not even looked at you. Wanda was taking care of you on her own while Nat took care of herself for the time being.

It was a night like every other, but tonight, more tears fell down your face when you were in bed with Wanda, her lullaby lulling you to sleep.

Once you fell into a deep sleep, the next morning came like it did everyday. Bright, early, and loud. You cried for your mommy, hungry for breakfast and needing some love before the day started.

Wanda happily entered your nursery, smiling as she saw you sat up in bed with Leo your hands. She frowned at your expression, more tears on your cheeks and a sadness in your eyes she just couldn’t pinpoint.

Carefully, Wanda sits on your bed with you.

“Are you alright, little one? I don’t like seeing those tears,” she frowns, swiping her thumb across your cheek. You don’t answer her, only crawling into her arms and hiding your face in her neck. Wanda sighs and kisses your forehead, softly rubbing your back to comfort you.

“S’mama still mad a’me?” Your small voice quivers with worry as you ask, not understanding why Natasha was turning a cold shoulder to you.

Now that Wanda has pinpointed where these emotions were coming from, she says “Oh sweetheart, no, she’s not mad at you,” she pauses, tightening her arms around you. “She’s just a little confused, that’s all. Silly mommy forgot to talk to mama and tell her we had a visitor from Uncle Tony.”

Nodding in response, you sniffle softly. Your tummy rumbles and you look up to your mommy. Wanda smiles and gently sets you at the top of your bed again, scooting up to sit next to you. Again, she pulls you into her arms and lifts her shirt over her breast.

She hums softly as you latch onto her nipple, the milk from the pills she took flowing into your mouth. Your hands gently hold her breast, and you close your eyes.

After you’re full, you sit up and start to scoot off the bed. Wanda tilts her head and starts to follow you. “Where are you going, tiny?” She smiles, helping you off the bed when you whimper. Even though you can get off the bed perfectly fine, you still wanted your mommy’s help.

“Gonna go find mama and give da cuddles she need,” you say with determination. Wanda chuckles and takes your free hand.

“Here, I’ll help,” she says, following you as you gently pull her out of the room.

Natasha was at the kitchen table, reorganizing the files that Tony had been looking through and making sure that nothing was stolen. You were nervous to go see her, and Wanda could tell. But she gave you a gentle nudge when you looked up at her, your mama not yet noticing your presence.

You took a step forward, and softly tapped on Nat’s shoulder. The woman turns her head and looks up at you from her spot at the table. You looked at her, and then the papers, and back to her. With lots of bravery, you reach for her hand, holding it and pulling her up.

Nat looked to her wife with a confused expression, a small smile painting her lips too. She followed you as you pulled her to the couch, guiding her to sit. “Tiny, what are you doing, love?” A small chuckle leaving her mouth.

You ignore her question and move to Wanda, pulling her to sit next to Natasha. Now that both women were sat, you climbed onto their laps and settled you bum right between them. Your head lays on Nats chest, and your legs rests over Wanda lap.

“Don wan yous to be mad at me anymow,’” you whisper, tears causing small stains to appear on Nats grey tank top. Her face softens, and her arms wrap around your body, holding you against her.

“Sweet girl, mama’s not angry with you anymore, mama was just busy and hadn’t been able to spend time with you,” she explains, feeling guilty when she heard you sniffle. “I promise I’m not mad, ok sweetheart?”

You nod and look up at her, connecting your lips to hers in a soft kiss. Nat finally understood why you were having a hard time like Wanda told her. She was beating around the bush when she mentioned you weren’t doing well. You were just worried that your mama hated you, and that you were still in trouble for something you didn’t do.

“I’ll be sure to ask before I assume next time, ok?” You nod and smile up at her, kissing her cheek and nuzzling your nose into her neck. The three of you sat on the couch for quite a while, holding each other and reassuring you.

Nat knew she messed up, but she was so glad that you came to her and asked for forgiveness. But she knew better than to allow you to ask for forgiveness, as it was her that should be asking.

And you did forgive her, loving her just the same as every other day you were with them.

#nonnie:) #may answers asks #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #into the tiny verse #the toy lion the scarlet witch and tiny in the wardrobe #wandanat x little reader #mommy wandanat x little reader #wandanat x Barnes!reader

[waitmyturtles]

HYPERBOLIC SPOILERS FOR THE PHENOMENAL SECOND EPISODE OF OS2 x BBS x ATOTS

Can I feel so much in just one sitting?! Besides the UTTER giddiness of yesterday’s episode, at least for today, I think I have some actual, sensible, legible analysis to offer. I’m really moved, almost to tears.

I mean, as I blogged just a few minutes ago, part 4/4 of this second episode WILL go down in history in my heart as OBVIOUSLY some of the BEST, most STUNNING content in the HISTORY of anatomical and muscular analysis filmmaking. Yes. 

I’m seeing on Twitter some grumpiness for the comedy of this all (the girlies want more woop woop?! I mean?!), but I seriously think this whole crossover set up and the way it’s been written is brilliant. And I don’t think this is just for fun. 

But first, regarding the comedy and some other one-off points -- I mean, I knew that all four of these guys would be great, but their comedic TIMING, with the writing, is spectacular. They clearly had a FANTASTIC time filming this, and you can see it -- while they didn’t have much time to actually film it, it’s so well done.

I really want to call it, I really want to see it, I wanna see more subverting of the ships, and I wanna see these guys do more with each other separately -- I’m excited to see the implications of OhmEarth and NanonMix next week, and I think that Aof might be making a huge point by separating these guys, pairing them up together with others, and mixing shit up, because that’s what he does (especially while I have He’s Coming to Me on the mind soon on my OGMMTVC watchlist). 

Another one-off point: like I wrote yesterday, we’re getting a double-dose of nostalgia, and I also wrote that I haven’t had to wait NEARLY as long as most of y’all for the return of BBS and ATOTS. But that being said, even though I only watched ATOTS last fall, I actually literally nearly cried when I saw the ATOTS flashbacks and heard the music. Because the way that show was designed in 2021 (I got so much OGMMTVC on my mind) -- those motifs WERE designed to imprint themselves in our memories as remarkable for a kind of cinematic, bildungsroman BL that we weren’t used to seeing back then. That show was nostalgic not JUST for the damn ship, but for Pha Pun Dao, for Chiang Mai, for the Thailand that Aof celebrates vis à vis EarthMix in ATOTS and Moonlight Chicken. 

It’s gorgeous, and he knows what he’s doing by putting PatPran in that mix -- another couple at a different stage of their relationship, with a background and shared struggles that are different than TianPhupha’s, but that still offer both freshness AND nostalgia to the backbone story of ATOTS.

What’s moving me about these first two episodes reflects on what I just wrote -- this is no longer a story about Bad Buddy or ATOTS. This is a story about two couples going through their shit. Pat and Pran have ALWAYS been about going through their shit. We went through a A LOT of SHIT with them, including forward flashes after they graduated and seeing how they were faring in their long-distance relationship. 

Remember: we haven’t spent ANY time with Tian and Phupha in their relationship yet, ABSOLUTELY NONE. They smooched once on the hill, we saw them cuddle, and Oishii sent us off. So we’re JUST finding out, NOW, how they’re faring, and we get thrown in a fight.

A fight that’s similar to the kinds of struggles that Pat and Pran have already shown us and are showing us now. Tian wants Phupha to see a slice of HIS life in Bangkok. Tian wants Phupha to yield a little, to stop being so stubborn. 

Pat wants Pran to open up more. Pat KNOWS why Pran keeps everything so close to the chest. Pat is SO USED to being the balancing effect of their relationship, to push forward, to pull back, but to ALWAYS HOLD PRAN DOWN AND REMAIN AS PRAN’S ROCK, because Pran has not had the same kind of large family structure as Pat could rely on in his childhood and doesn’t know how to take emotional risks. Pat knows this and works hard on balancing it out.

But Pat can go overboard, right, and that’s partly why Pran drove away to Pha Pun Dao -- to prove to himself that he could complete this project on his own, but also, flirtingly, knowing that Pat would ultimately be by his side, and to play the competitive games that these guys always play with each other, because they’re still college dudes with bones to pick. 

What we’re seeing is BOTH COUPLES FINDING THEMSELVES IN THEIR MATURING GROWTH STAGES OF THEIR RELATIONSHIPS. 

Hello, mic check, there’s something happening here in Our Skyy 2. WHAT HAPPENED IN THE ECLIPSE EPISODES?

Same damn thing, the same damn thing that pissed the girlies off before. WE’RE SEEING AWLLLLLL THESE GUYS IN THE GROWTH STAGES OF THEIR RELATIONSHIPS. Akk was frustrated by all the expressions of care that Ayan is overabundant with. Ayan WANTS Akk to RECEIVE the care, because the RECEPTION OF CARE IS the signal, the trigger, the MEANING of the relationship for Ayan -- it tells Ayan, when I care for you, Akk, I AM SHOWING YOU MY LOVE FOR YOU, and that’s how *I* DEMONSTRATE IT.

Tian: Phupha, come with me to Bangkok.

Pran: Pat, let me do this by myself.

Akk: Ayan, I don’t need as much care as you’re giving me, it’s too much.

Phupha: You’re making only about me being madly in love with you.

Pat: I want to help you, my boyfriend.

Ayan: This is how I show my love for you, Akk. 

Y’all. Aof, Golf, these filmmakers. QUEER RELATIONSHIPS ARE RELATIONSHIPS THAT DESERVE THE INVESTMENT AND RESPECT OF EMOTION AND GROWTH IN ART. Not all queer art/BLs need to be about the thrills and frills of the first kiss, of the first sex, of the first whatever. We’re expecting these guys to live together forever in fiction, right? Aof and Golf and the other homies are saying -- kk, girlies, we’ll give you the fan service, alright, but we’re going to show you HOW WE, AS THE QUEER COMMUNITY, DURING PRIDE, GET THERE IN OUR OWN RELATIONSHIPS, TOO, messy details and all. Shit.

Here’s something from reality. I’m the youngest girl of my Indian family -- I was not equal to my older siblings at all, expected to fail, treated as if I didn’t know how to function in society. Y’all can predict what happened. Your gal got a great career, a great family, a husband, the whole thing.

So when I first met my husband, I’m riding my life on my own -- paying my own rent, my own bills, everything. I had already proved I didn’t need my birth family for anything.

But what I didn’t consider during those first years of the relationship was the following: my future husband’s love language was dependence. He was certainly IMPRESSED by dating a woman who had her shit together. BUT. He WANTED me to DEPEND on him, AT LEAST emotionally, if not for other things. I wasn’t going to like, quit my job for a relationship, but -- I was ALSO having REAL trouble DEPENDING on him emotionally.

Like Pran, maybe. I didn’t trust trusting anyone emotionally, because that was a paradigm already created by my family in my upbringing. I had TRAINED myself to NOT need emotional feedback from ANYONE romantically, because I learned to survive in other ways.

Of course, with great communication AND TIME (TIME), I came around and learned to lean on him and trust him.

Aof and Golf are giving their couples the benefits of growth and time to make the relationships better, and stronger, and working, and functioning, and I can’t emphasize enough how REAL THIS IS. 

That’s what these episodes are giving me. I WANT TO SEE MORE BLs with established relationships (@bengiyo, @lurkingshan, @wen-kexing-apologist: WHAT DID YOU EAT YESTERDAY FTW). I want to see contextual heartache. I want to see fights. I want to see tears. I want to see snottiness and shittiness and passive aggression, because all of that is worth examining in human emotional art. 

That’s real, that’s worth reflecting in art, and I see Aof and Golf doing this on purpose to give RESPECT to the emotional structures that they’ve created in their work. 

I’m having so much fucking fun with these episodes, but I should have expected this, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN, that Aof would already render me an emotional mess as well. It always happens. That it’s happening to our BELOVED COUPLES, AT THE START OF PRIDE, I’m just like. We’re just so blessed to have this art to enjoy.

#bad buddy #bad buddy the series #a tale of thousand stars #our skyy 2 x bad buddy #our skyy 2 x a tale of thousand stars #our skyy 2 x atots #our skyy 2 x bad buddy x a tale of thousand stars #our skyy 2 x bbs x atots #patpran #pranpat #pat x pran #pran x pat #nanon korapat #ohmnanon #tian x phupha #phupha x tian #earthmix #earth pirapat #mix sahaphap #the eclipse #akkayan #ayanakk #akk x ayan #ayan x akk #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #firstkhao #unrelated to anything i wrote ohm's hair in the woods is FANTASSSSTIC the locks needed that woody humidity

[eddieandbird]

Needs

Summary: Things become tense between you and Joseph since moving into his London flat. tw/tags: fluff|f!reader|joe’s pov|cursing|hurt/comfort|possesive!joe|drinking ment| A/N: it’s been a long while since i wrote a joe quinn blurb, hope i still got it - bird

I really can not believe you. You were out the entire night and didn’t even give a word about where you were going. I could feel my stomach bubbling with anxiety when I called your cell and you didn’t answer right away. When you finally texted me your location, I leaped up from the couch and got there as soon as I could. Anger was buzzing around my head, flushing my cheeks. I couldn’t even be bothered to play the radio. My breathing was erratic, I don’t think I was able to exhale properly until I saw you there.

I rolled down my window to see you on the curb, your lipstick smudged across your cheek and you held your strappy heels in your lap. My disappointed look met your sorrowful one before I demanded 

“That’s enough, yeah? Get in the car,” Your sigh developed a cloud in the cold London air, but not another word came from you when you got into the passenger seat. Not a “Thank you for picking me up, Joe,” or an “I’m sorry Love, I missed you,”. Just a car ride filled with thick silence and hardly audible breaths. 

Upon arriving back at the flat, you rushed to throw your shoes carelessly at the front door and stomped to the kitchen.

 “Oh that’s lovely isn’t it?” I said sarcastically, my back pressed up against the side of the refrigerator. “Not only did I wait up on you all night and find you on the street, I have to pick up your mess too. Thanks for that, Darling,” You opened the fridge, obstructing my view of you. 

“What do you want from me Joe?” you groaned, rummaging through our foods. 

“Right now? Absolutely nothing. The whole night? I was pacing the floors wanting to know where you were, then finally when I heard from you, I came to find you absolutely pissed in a gutter!” I raised my voice, something I’ve rarely done in front of you. I could see you flinched, your hand shot away from the door handle.

You slammed the fridge door closed and insisted on being inches away from my face. “You smell alcohol on me, Babe? I haven’t been drinking,” you blurted before pushing your palms into my chest. 

“Then what’s with your makeup running down your face? And why are you dressed like a go-go dancer?” I wrapped my hands around your wrists and pulled your attention back to me. “I wanted to go out… but I got lost. Didn’t even make it to the pub. Cried my fucking eyes out in the alleyway,” You couldn’t keep eye contact as you admitted it to me. 

“Now what the hell are you doing wandering around London without me? It’s not safe. You don’t know your way round here yet,” I said firmly.

“What am I supposed to do, Joe? I’m bored! I’ve been waiting all week to go out with you and you haven’t had any time for me!” You spat with tears welling up in your eyes. I broke my gaze in an attempt to prevent myself from crying.

“I thought we went over this, yeah? It’s not like I’m out at parties, I am working. Working for you, right? Cuz I love you. I wanted you to have this comfortable flat because I know how hard it was to move out here,” I strained to say. 

“Sure this place is nice but it’s lonely without you here. And I know you have to work, I get it, I just… think maybe we made a mistake,” It was painful hearing you say that. 

“S-so what are you saying? Do you want to move back to America?” My voice shook. “Because I’m telling you right now, it will not happen. I will not force you to stay… but know that I will do anything to make you want to stay,” I sheepishly held my arms out. Every fiber of me begged for you to come embrace me. “Please I-“

My pathetic monologue was graciously interrupted by you holding me. I wrapped my arms around you tightly and kissed you harder than I ever had.

“I’m sorry… I promise I’ll let you know where I’m going next time. That was really stupid of me,” You sobbed into my chest and I pressed my lips to your forehead.

“I’m sorry too. I’ll be sure to schedule dates like I used to. I’ve been busy, but I will never be too busy for you,” I picked your chin up off my chest and looked down at you. My heart melted at the sight of you looking up at me with love in your eyes. They then fluttered closed and I brought you in for another tender kiss.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanficion #joe quinn

[mykoreanlove]

PERCEPTIONS

Chan finally had the chance to take you out and catch up on life but the afternoon didn’t go as planned.

He stood at the counter waiting for your coffee order as he watched you get hit on by the third guy in a row. They were all decent but you rejected every single one. As he watched the last one leave in defeat, he made his way back to you.

„Damn y/n, you’re brutal“, he chuckled amused.

„He‘ll live“, you replied sarcastically and took a sip of your vanilla latte.

Your best friend mustered you for a while before he started interrogating you.

„Why though?“

„Why what?“

Chan took your small hands into his big ones and spoke to you very softly.

„I’ve seen you reject hundreds of guys y/n. You’re not even giving them a chance. Why is that?“

You saw the concern in his eyes. Chan and you had been friends since kindergarten, he knew you very well, yet he couldn’t figure out the reasons for your solo quest in love.

You sighed exasperated.

„What chance is there? It always ends up the same. I’m not interested in getting my heart broken… again.“

Hearing you say this broke his heart.

„Is this because of Innie?“

Your heart stopped beating for a second; you haven’t talked about him for a very long time.

„Drop it, Chan“, you warned him.

„No“, his voice now even softer, „I want you to face this. Are you still not over Jeongin?“

Jeongin.

Memories of him flooded your mind.

You met him years ago during a workshop and fell for him the minute you saw him. He was breathtakingly handsome, confident and a little menace. You still recall him pranking everyone around him, throwing his head back while laughing maniacally.

You barely spoke a word with him, too nervous and intimidated but somehow he was drawn to you.

You got to know each other more, sharing deep secrets and lovely antics until he met someone new.

You remember those nights in which you cried in Chan‘s lap, cursing the world and everyone in it.

„I’m not enough for him, Chan. Why doesn’t he want me?“

Jeongin was aware of your feelings and distanced himself, which made you even more depressed. You lost touch and separated, which helped after a while.

Once his relationship ended, he found his way back into your life.

Jeongin called you out of the blue, solely to apologize and ask for your forgiveness. Ever since, your friendship got reignited.

„I don’t understand, y/n. He is single now, he clearly likes you but you’re still just friends?“, your friend used to pester you.

„I guess he just doesn’t see me that way.“

„Are you really over him?“

A part of you believed so.

Another part knew it was not so. Hearing from him made your day, having his attention on you made you feel alive.

„Innie got cheated on“, you explained frantically weeks later.

„Yeah? That sucks“, Chan replied.

„Innie got cheated on!! INNIE!!! Who the fuck would cheat on him? You can’t do better than him, what the fuck?“

„Guess you’re not over him“, he mumbled under his breath.

You spent countless weeks building him back up, in desperate need to restore his faith in women. In love.

„I don’t get it y/n. You are so great, really I think you’re so amazing. Why are you still single?“, he once asked.

You felt the resentment come up, your heart was still deeply hurt.

Because you don’t love me.

„I guess I haven’t found the right one“, you lied.

„I really hope you do.“

Your relationship got more complicated over time as Jeongin was turning into an egotistical monster.

„He got hurt by his ex and now he’s taking it out on every girl around him? Including you?“, Chan asked.

You nodded, exhausted from all this.

„I asked him to come visit me and he snapped, insulting me in my face.“

Chan‘s nostrils flared up.

„What did he say?“

„He clearly drank too much, slurring his words and all. But he was saying something like we both know how it would end if I showed up. That’s all there would ever be.“

You deleted his number after that.

„He thinks I’m amazing and girlfriend material, yet he doesn’t want me. Fucking me would be okay though“, you explained defeatedly.

„And that’s it? You never heard from him again?“

„Y/N?“

Chan’s soft voice brought you back to the present moment, ending your walk down memory lane.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, pushing your emotions away.

„Chan, listen. I loved Jeongin. I really loved him with all of my heart but he didn’t want me. I wasn’t good enough for him and ever since that happened I’m just too afraid. Love shouldn’t feel that way, don’t you think?“

Chan squeezed your hands, an expression of his sympathy.

„Don’t you think there is another meaning to this?“

You looked at him puzzled.

„What do you mean?“

Chan sighed deeply.

„Has it ever occurred to you that he didn’t confess or started dating you because of him?“

You grew irritated, not understanding what he was getting at.

„What’s that supposed to mean?“

„Y/N. Has it ever crossed your mind that you were not „not good enough for him“ but he was not good enough for you?“

You sat there in silence, watching your friend.

„It has not, huh? You always thought that he was so amazing, so out of this world that someone like you could never measure up. No matter how hard you tried. But as a matter of fact it’s him that doesn’t measure up. He is no way near your level, y/n.“

A deep realization hit you, a feeling of knowing and finally understanding.

„I gotta go“, you got up and ran out of the cafe.

You didn’t think clearly but ended up at his apartment, your feet got you there automatically. Impatiently, you rang his bell.

„Y/N?“, Jeongin looked at you surprised.

„What is the real reason you and I never got together?“

His eyes grew even bigger, not understanding where all of this was coming from.

„What?“

„The real reason, Innie. Please.“

The pleading tone in your voice made him feel uncomfortable.

„I didn’t want you.“

His words were still able to cut you like a knife but you pushed that hurt down.

„Because I wasn’t good enough?“

His brow rose, adding to his surprised face.

„What? No. No way. Why would you think that?“

„Why would I think that? Are you kidding me? What else am I supposed to think?“

Tears started to form in your eyes. Jeongin wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly, just like he did back then.

„I tell you y/n. You should think that I’m a mess. You should think that I’m not good enough for you. I could never give you what you deserve. I could never make you happy. I would ruin you, hurt you. Even more than I already did. You should think that you are amazing and more than enough and so lovable.“

You cried into his chest, staining his white shirt while doing so.

Hearing his words made you realize that you had doomed yourself for nothing.

He didn’t reject you because you were not good enough, he rejected you because he had trouble on his own. Jeongin‘s actions were a reflection of his troubled heart, not one of your worth.

Suddenly, you felt relief, finally understanding that you were never meant to see yourself as a loveless loner.

For the first time in years you felt like you had a chance at love. For the first time in a while you felt ready to at least try.

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[i-think-i-did-it-again]

Fuck buddies X

Warning: searing, drinking, smut Author note: it's a superrrrr long one! Not sure if there'll be a part 11 but I love this story so much so never say never!

It had been almost a month and a half since you last saw Colson. You keep replaying that night in your head over and over again. You desperately try to cling to anything about that night that can give you comfort. The way he kissed you, the way he spoke to you so softly, how he wanted to comfort you when you cried. You felt yourself going through the motions of your day, not really focusing on anything in particular. You’d get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner, clean the dishes and go to bed. The weekends were for laundry, housework and grocery shopping. Being a two bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchen and just you living in it though, that hardly filled your day and you weren’t much of a chef so groceries were just the essentials.

You can feel yourself becoming more and more reclusive as the days go by. You haven’t really seen or spoken to any of your friends. Not because they’ve been ignoring you, it’s more you ignoring them. You’re not trying to be rude, you just don’t really feel like talking to anyone these days. Jacob has texted you a couple of times here and there but as your responses grew more and more blunt, his messages stopped coming. You’re trying to give yourself a clean break and even though that feels hard at times, you feel yourself growing more and more each day.

A knock on your door pulls you out of your robotic laundry folding. You’re not in a particular rush to answer it but you stand anyway. When you open the door, a very apprehensive pair of eyes are staring back at you. Ashleigh and Sophie share a look with each other that you pretend not to notice and then they each flash their largest, fakeest smiles. 

“We brought wine!” Sophie flashes the wine bottle in her hand and they push past you before you can protest. 

You grab your folded washing of the coffee table and place it all on your bed, shoving the half finished basket in your wardrobe. When you come back into the living room, Sophie is pouring wine into 2 glasses that Ashleigh is holding. She hands one to you before sitting on the couch and resting her feet on your coffee table.

“So, we have a proposition for you,” Sophie grins and your stomach immediately drops. She plonks herself down on the floor in front of your TV and straightens herself as a form of weird intimidation. “There’s a party tomorrow night–” she begins but you cut her off before she can continue.

“I have plans to…um do something,” you stutter out and they both roll their eyes at you.

“If you’re going to lie, at least make it sound convincing,” Ashleigh interjects.

“I just…I want to hang out with you guys, I really do, I just…I can’t face him, not yet,” you take a wobbling breath and slump yourself back against the couch cushion.

“We know everything. Rook told us. Most of it was bits and pieces that you’d told him and that…Colson told him but we think we have a fairly good understanding of what went down,” Sophie says and then drains her entire glass of wine. “We just don’t want you locking yourself away in the hopes that all your feelings will magically fade and you can stand to be around him again. That’s why when we say proposition, we actually mean kidnapping.”

You’re so mad at yourself for allowing them to drag you to this house and force you to ‘have a good time’. One thing you’re grateful for is that Colson is clearly avoiding you because you’ve been here for an hour and a half and you still haven’t seen him. The music is pumping, the liquor is following, everyone is talking, laughing and dancing and all you can do is wish you were home in the silence of your apartment. After a while, the noise and the overly drunk people begin to get on your nerves. You know you shouldn’t but you decide to sneak upstairs to the solace and quiet of one of the bedrooms. You contemplate sitting in Casie’s room, maybe find a good book to read until you can leave without anyone causing a fuss but you don’t want to invade her privacy like that. 

You spot Colson’s door at the end of the hallway and even though you want to be strong, you’re desperate for some kind of connection with him, even if it just means sitting on his bed for a few minutes, imagining he’s there with you. You know in a month, you’ve made a lot of progress. You don’t cry when you lay down to sleep at night anymore. Your chest doesn’t ache quite as much when you think about him. You don’t want to destroy all of that but you just need a moment to pretend the last few months haven’t happened.

You push the door open gently, checking to make sure the room is empty. When you’re sure the coast is clear, you step into the room, closing the door softly behind you. His room looks the same. Messy, manly and all Colson. There’s a few astrology books strewn across his bedside table, there’s writing paper on his bed and his black graphic acoustic guitar. There’s a bunch of scrunched up pieces of paper on the floor and all the lyrics are blacked out and destroyed. There’s half empty bottles of liquor everyone, empty coffee cups, empty pill bottles. The room is a mess and 100% Colson’s. His scent is everywhere. You can smell his cologne on every surface, the faint musk of weed. You sit on his bed, close your eyes and just soak it all in.

“Hey, Y/N, you in here?” there’s a knock and then the door begins to slowly open. 

You quickly jump off the bed just as Rook opens it fully. He smiles at you sympathetically and you feel like the biggest loser in the world.

“Hey, I was just…” you look around the room, not entirely sure what a good explanation for why you’re in Colson’s room would be. “Um needed to pee but all the other bathrooms were occupied.”

“Are you sure it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you looked completely fucking miserable downstairs?” he quirks an eyebrow at you and blush bright red.

“I came here under protest ok, I never promised anyone that I’d be happy while doing it.” Rook laughs and you slump back down onto the bed, throwing your body back so you can stare at the ceiling. “He hasn’t even come anywhere near me,” you whine and you feel so pathetic, it’s sickening.

“I think he honestly believes that’s what you want,” Rook lies next to you on the bed, resting his hands behind his head.

“In what possible universe would I want him to feel he can’t move freely around his own home?”

“What do you want?” Rook turns his head to look at you, a serious expression on his features.

“Oh Rookie, how much time do you have?” you take a deep breath and you finally admit the thing you’ve been trying to deny for so long. “I just want him to love me as deeply as I love him and as tragic as it is to admit, I would probably keep sleeping with him if it meant he’d stick around.”

“I guess neither of you are very good at reading the other person,” Rook shakes his head and you’re so thrown by his blunt tone that you have a million questions.

You lean up onto your elbow and stare down at Rook, ready to bombard him, but before you even say a word, the door swings open violently. You jump off the bed at the sound of it slamming into the wall behind it, almost coming off its hinges in the movement. Colson is staring you both down, eyeing your bewildered expression and Rook’s casual position on his bed. You look at Rook and he just looks at you and shrugs. You’re not really sure what the look on Colson’s face means. It is a weird twist between a smirk and rage.

“Well, well, well I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything less,” he chuckles humorlessly. “I ignore you at my party so you thought you’d get back at me by fucking my best friend in my bed?” 

Your jaw drops and the blood drains from your face. You want to cry and smack him across his stupid face at the same time. Sure, it doesn’t exactly look great. You, lying in his bed, with Rook but you thought he knew you well enough to know that you’d never stoop to that level, no matter how much you thought it would get his attention. It’s more something he would do just to get his own way.

“Oh fuck off Kells,” Rook stands up and folds his arms across his chest. “That’s not what was going on and you know it.”

“Oh and how the fuck would I know it?” he scoffs, not taking his eyes off you.

“Because if she wanted to fuck me, she’d be naked and screaming my name right now as she came all over my dick,” Rook grins and Colson’s face drains of all colour and his stare shifts to Rook.

He steps forward, ready to take a swing but you quickly place your body between Rook and him. At last second, Colson drops his fist, his face filled with murderous contempt for his best friend. Your heart is pounding and the room is spinning. Why the fuck would Rook purposely goad him like that? It’s like he wanted to get his ass whooped.

“Colson, you know he didn’t mean it,” you try to soothe him but you know the sound of you defending Rook is definitely not helping the situation. 

“Get out of my fucking way, Y/N! I’m going to fucking kill him!” Colson screams in your face and you flinch away from the sound. He’s so close you can almost feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

You’re so grateful for the loud music right now because no one from the party can hear the commotion going on above them. The pure, unfiltered fury in Colson’s voice is so confusing to you right now. He was the one that accused the two of you in the first place, why would he care that Rook is just joining in on his twisted fantasy? It’s not like it would ever happen. You’ve never seen him that way, he’s alway only ever been a friend to you. Someone you confide in when you feel like you have no one else to talk to. He’s been one of the best friends you’ve ever had.

“Oh calm the fuck down man. Just tell her what you’ve been dying to tell her since the nightclub! Goddamn, I need a fucking drink. You two are not to leave this room until you grow the fuck up and talk to each other like adults.”

Rook pushes past you, not even fazed by the death stare Colson gives him as he leaves the bedroom. As soon as he leaves, Colson’s lips are on you and you’re so taken aback that for a second, you kiss him back. Suddenly you remember the promise you’d made to yourself that night he left your apartment for the last time. You will not be sucked in by him, no matter how hard he tries. You push him away and stumble back, creating some distance between your bodies, and he whimpers. Colson physically whimpers at the loss of your touch.

“I’m–I’m sorry, we can’t. I told you,” you hold a hand to your forehead as you try to regain some composure around him and catch your breath.

“No,” he says so simply but with so much assurance that you have to do a double take. He folds his arms across his chest and stares you down.

“What the fuck do you mean no?” you ask dumbfounded.

“I mean no,” he steps towards you and you step back until you’re literally pinned to the foot of his bed. “Just because you say it, doesn’t mean I have to go along with it. I want you and I’m not accepting your decision to end things.”

“What the fu–” he cuts you off by crashing his lips to yours again and you can’t actually comprehend what’s happening. He kisses down your neck, talking every few kisses against your skin.

“You’re saying no because you think that’s what you should say, it’s not actually what you want. You want me, I can feel it.” he holds his hand over your heart, feeling it pound against your ribcage. “Your body tells me exactly what you want and it’s me.” 

He kisses the pulse point on your neck and a moan escapes your lips. You don’t even try to shove him off you. You meant what you told Rook. If this is what it means to have Colson in your life, you’ll take it. Anything is better than the emptiness you’ve been sitting in for the past month.

“If you want me, you have to answer one question,” you sigh as he licks just below your ear drum.

“Anything,” he whispers in your ear.

“What have you been dying to tell me since the nightclub?”

Colson flinches away from you and is suddenly 10 feet away from you on the other side of the room. His cheeks are flushed and you can see all of his male glory begging to be released from his jeans. He’s panting so hard you can hear his breathing from where you stand.

“You said anything,” you defend yourself and he laughs. 

An actual, real Colson laugh. The laugh you love the sound of whenever you hear it. You know it means he’s truly happy and it always makes your heart swell to hear. He sits on the edge of his bed, pushing the papers and guitar away and pats the spot beside him. You sit next to him and he surprises you by grabbing your hand in his, lacing his fingers in yours.

“I really should’ve put a condition on that,” he jokes and you laugh half-heartedly. “Fuck it,” you brace yourself for the worst and you’re fighting so hard to just focus on exactly what he’s saying. “I’ve had…feelings for you for a…well a long time, I guess. It started way before we slept together. I was trying so hard to suppress it or pretend it didn’t exist but that night in your apartment, I just couldn’t help myself. I thought I’d messed it up by crossing that line and I panicked. When I got home, I was so fucking angry at myself that I just used the fuck buddy thing as a shitty bandaid to fix it.”

“I…I’m sorry but I just– I don’t know if I can believe you,” you let go of his hand and stand up, creating distance between you. You can see the hurt on his face but he doesn’t make any attempt to try and touch you. “That dinner you were so mean and after the way you’d acted already I just, I couldn’t believe how you were treating me, in front of everyone. Telling Carly about us was such a low blow.”

“I know, fuck I know. Seeing Jacob just drove me over the fucking edge and I know that is no excuse and if you let me, I will spend forever making it up to you.”

“Colson, we both know you’re only telling me this now because you don’t want to lose me as a friend or because you don’t want me telling people about how we’ve been secretly hooking up for almost a year.”

“I’m telling you this because you asked!” he’s on his feet now, completely ignoring the distance you tried so hard to create.

“I’d convinced myself that even though it wasn’t how I wanted things to be between us, at least it meant I’d get to touch you and kiss you. I had this fucking dumb idea in my head that there was never a chance in hell that a woman like you, could fall for a guy like me,” he rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably.“The more times we did it though, the harder it was becoming to not tell you how I felt. I got this genius idea that if I started coming over drunk, it’d help keep my mouth shut. It was so hard to push it all down because I don’t know if you’ve noticed but sex with you is like 10000 orgasms rolled into one.” 

You know in his own strange way, Colson is trying to compliment and you tell you how deep his feelings for you are all in one cheesy line. 

“After that last time when I let the voices in my head get to me and I ran like a fucking bitch. I watched you sleep and my mind just kept telling me that you deserve someone better. I knew that I’d finally gone and sabotaged the closest thing I had to an ‘intimate’ relationship. I should’ve just told you all of this when you told me on my birthday how you felt. I just– I wanted you to have better, that’s why I came over and tried to end things but you refused,” he smirks at you and suddenly how he acted early made sense. He was using your tactic against you and so help you god if it didn’t fucking work perfectly.

“I really liked that day with you,” you confess and he tilts his head in confusion. “That day that we spent in my apartment, just hanging out together. It was the best day I’ve had in a long time.” 

He reaches out and strokes your cheek, your eyes fluttering closed. He just stands there, stroking your cheek and you enjoy every second of it. There’s no words you need to share right this second. You have so many questions that you need answers to but for right now, you’re just enjoying being still. Having this chance to just stop and breathe for a second, the aching in your chest gone because Colson is here with you, you can think clearly for the first time in weeks.

“I had such a hard time just admitting how I felt. I didn’t want anyone to know. Rook knew bits and pieces but I don’t think he ever actually grasped my feelings for you, not completely anyway. In the restaurant that night, I spotted you from the moment we stepped in there and the only reason Rook and I were so deep in conversation was because we arguing about how badly I’d fucked up. Jacob being there just made me feel worse and worse about it and that’s why I lashed out. I wish I could go back to that night and tell Carly to shut the fuck up.”

“I wish I could go back to the night and punch her fucking lights out. Of all the women you could’ve picked…”

“Yeah, I know. She was always more of a headache than anything.”

He’s staring at you now, a question burning in his eyes. The scrutiny of his stare is so intense that you have to look away. You walk back to the bed and sit down but his eyes continue to watch you. You’re starting to feel self-conscious about why he’s staring and it’s raising your blood pressure so much you crack.

“Ok, just say what you want to say before you give me a brain aneurysm from the stress!” you yell at him, running your hands through your hair.

“I have no right to ask this, I know, and you can curse me out if you want to but I just need to know…Did you and him…sleep together?”

Suddenly you see that vulnerability that you were honestly starting to believe didn’t exist. He looks so unsure of himself, so insecure. You wonder if that’s how he’s seen you this past few weeks and that’s why it’s taken him so long to finally tell you how he feels. You want to quell his chaotic mind so you tell him exactly what happened when you left the restaurant. How kind Jacob was to you, how kind he was to Colson actually. He didn’t have to talk to you about him at all but he did. He wanted to show you exactly what Colson has just told you. You wonder if you should text him and tell him what Colson said but you push that thought away for now.

“Ok, good. I’m glad,” Colson chuckles and you give him a quizzical look. “I know this is a strange thing to confess but I have slept with someone since the first time we were together. I didn’t want to make you seem cheap by sleeping with other women. Like I said, you deserve better.”

You’re shocked to say the least. You can’t believe that all this time you thought he was still banging his way around LA and instead he’d been almost…faithful to you in some weird twisted way. You’d never talk about exclusivity when you worked out your ‘rules’. You feel bad for assuming that Colson would be like that but in your defense, up until 2 minutes ago, you didn’t know that Colson saw you as anything but a hook up. 

“I really want to kiss you right now,” you confess and the grin that lights up Colson’s face makes your chest warm and your heart literally skip a beat.

He steps towards you slowly, holding your face in his large hands. He leans down to you so steadily, grazing your lips gently at first. As your lips move against each other, the kiss becomes more intimate. Your lips part to allow Colson to slip his tongue in. Your hands begin to explore his body as your tongues war for control. He concedes and finally allows you to take the lead. You run your fingertips under his t-shirt, across his taut stomach and he shivers at your touch. You run your fingers along his hips, to his back where you lightly run your nails down his back. He moans into your mouth but quickly pulls away. You’re left breathless and slightly confused by his self-control.

“I want to wait, until everyone’s gone,” he nods his head towards the door and now you’re even more confused.

“Why?” you ask him, embarrassed at his rejection until he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Because I want to take my time with you,” he tells you and now it’s your turn to shiver.

#colson baker #machine gun kelly #mgk #tickets to my downfall #mgk imagine #ttmdf #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk x reader #mgk smut #mgk fanfic #colson baker smut #colson baker x reader #colsonbaker

[endless-starlight-legacy]

I write a story called Dancing With Our Hands Tied on Ao3. It's been quite the journey with coming back to writing after many (many) years. I recently wrote one of my favorite passages where MC (Eleanor) kind of just loses it on Ominis regarding Sebastian. I really just wanted to share it since I'm so proud and excited how far I've come!

“Ominis, I am no longer a naive child!” I lashed out. “I know I was stupid in 5th year. I know Sebastian manipulated me. I haven’t forgotten it! I can’t forget how it felt to realize that he was using me…” I paused, voice laced in pain. “But despite the insanity that happened, I also believe that he sincerely cared about me. I will always believe there is good in him. I truly think he is being genuine with me right now. And all we are seeking from one another is the friendship that we had lost. That is it.”

“Why then were you so hurt at the news? Why be distressed if he has not been trying to lure you back to him?” asked Ominis.

“Because I missed him!” I cried out. “I had loved him so much and it killed me when I saw what he had turned into. My brilliant and charming friend was suddenly someone capable of murder! I still dream about that day. But yet for all that, I still miss who he was. And suddenly its like that version of him is back again. I don’t sense that lingering anger he used to carry. It’s like he is back to being that same boy I had loved once upon a time...”

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy fanfic

[dyns33]

The first

My last Dream!Daniel Hall x reader 

Careful : Spoilers if you haven’t read the comics, and so possible spoilers for the TV series. 

He was as scary as he was beautiful. That was Y/N's first thought when she opened her eyes and saw the man standing in front of her, completely white except for his eyes.

Despite her fascination and the desire to touch his face, she jumped up, a little frightened, staring at him before looking at the world around her, a colourful, limitless world, which seemed familiar to her and which she was nevertheless discovering for the first time.

Her reaction didn't disturb the man, who approached her, his face remaining impassive.

     "You seem troubled." he noted.

     "Who are you ? Where am I ?  I... Who am I ?"

     "You are a dream, and I am your creator, and master. We are in the Dreaming, my kingdom. There are many things to do, many dreamers who enter here, and your function now will be to welcome them when they will dream for the first time. You will show them all the possibilities of these places, all the feelings they can feel."

     "... All right ?"

Y/N wasn't sure she was capable of doing this, but she felt she didn't really have a choice. Her creator and master had spoken.

It wasn't as difficult as she had imagined. It was natural. As soon as a new dreamer came to her, she welcomed them. They didn't see her as she was, but as a promise, a mirage, something hazy, uncertain.

Like Dream himself, frightening and beautiful, attractive, curious, which made you want to come back the next night, and every other night.

This "job" as Matthew the raven called it, pleased her a lot. Again, this was very natural for her, and Y/N said at first that this was normal, since she was a dream and was created for this.

But after a while, she had the strange feeling that she was so good at it because she had done it before.

     "I don't know how to explain it. It's not just that. The Dreaming is familiar. Everything is familiar. But different."

     "Hmm." sighed the little raven, shaking his head. "I don't know if I should tell you if no one has. Maybe I should ask Lucienne first. But the Corinthian knows about it and he's fine. As good as a nightmare can be. The boss too."

     "Matthew."

     "Fine. You're not the first first dream. Happy ? There were some problems a few years ago. The boss... He's dead. But not dead. There was Daniel, then there was Dream. I knew Dream, not Morpheus... My friend. It was him but not him. He rebuilt the kingdom, he brought dreams back to life, but some didn't want to. They were all like 'You're not my master, he left, I left too, so leave me.' Which isn't wrong, but it wasn't very nice to say that to the kid anyway. So he had to recreate certain dreams. The first first dream was no longer there, so here you are. There is probably a little bit of them in you, voluntarily or not. That's why everything seems new to you, and old. You must probably understand how Dream feels. I sometimes have a hard time putting myself in his shoes, and yet I woke up with wings, when I had hands before."

The revelation came as a bit of a shock to Y/N, but she didn't mind that much. It didn't matter if she wasn't the first first dream. She was, that was the most important thing, and she felt like she was doing a good job.

What hurt her was when she saw a dreamer again a few years later, when he had grown old. He had gotten lost in the gardens of the Dreaming and she had wanted to help him back to the waters.

She remembered him perfectly, the baby who cried, then laughed in front of the colors and the lights.

He had absolutely no recollection of her.

After a quick tour through the dreams of several other dreamers, Y/N discovered that none of them remembered their first dream. They didn't even have a vague memory of her.

She then had the feeling that her work was useless. That she was useless. Normally, dreams could not be affected by Despair. Dream's sister knows that it's not a good idea to touch on her brother's subjects. Yet Y/N was filled with deep sadness, as well as strong anger, and she stopped welcoming humans.

This worried Matthew and Lucienne. It was not normal for a dream to disobey. It was more like a nightmare temperament. Y/N was in danger of going rogue, of rebelling, of trying to flee, and of harming their world, the dreamers, Dream, and herself.

The raven wanted to settle this matter between them, but after several attempts to reason with her without the slightest success, Lucienne made the decision to speak to Dream.

     "I have been informed that you are no longer fulfilling your task." said the creator of all the stories, finding Y/N in a cold, dark corner of the Dreaming.

     "So what ? It doesn't change anything. They don't remember me, they'll have other dreams. The first one will be another, which they'll also forget at the end."

     "That changes everything. Come with me."

He held out his hand, which she stared at for a long time, not knowing what to do. Dream never touched anyone, let alone let others touch him.

Slowly, she accepted to follow him, thinking he was probably going to punish her for her behavior, by locking her up somewhere, or undoing her. That was what had happened to the Corinthian, and many other dreams.

They went into the mind of a woman. Y/N remembered her, her first dream had been simple, sweet. Mainly sounds, her parents' voices and heartbeats.

When she saw Y/N, the woman smiled, the same smile she gave her as she listened to that symphony was based on little she had heard in her short life on Earth. There was something in her eyes.

     "She recognized me." Y/N whispered.

     "Yes and no. Humans often forget dreams, only keeping fragments of them when they wake up, when it's not nothing. And yet, they remember everything. Their minds keep all those moments, and sometimes, only sometimes it comes back to them. The others haven't really forgotten about you. They've had a lot of other dreams, besides their waking life. But you helped them, you were helpful."

     "I'm not so sure. Maybe I'm not good at this, if I lose my temper so easily."

     "It's true that being forgotten shouldn't trouble you so much." Dream said touching her shoulder reassuringly. "But you are a special dream, so you act different."

     "I don't understand."

     "You are not just a dream. Not a nightmare either. You are the first dream, which must show all the possibilities that this realm offers, all the ideas, all the feelings. The good and the bad sides. It is a big responsibility, and you've never failed in that task. They see you, and they don't forget you. Just like me."

The compliment took her by surprise, if it was just a compliment about her work. But when Y/N turned to look at him, Dream was gone.

She resumed her work, telling herself that what she was doing was important even though most of the dreamers didn't really remember her. They saw in them the strange mixture of fear, curiosity and serenity that she had inspired in them.

But if she returned to her post, it was mostly because she didn't want to disappoint Dream, her creator and master, now that she knew he was seeing her.

Even if she still feared him, after all he had the power to destroy her, she felt a weight in her chest every time she saw him, a warmth filled her and she had trouble not shaking.

It was normal for dreams and nightmares to love their creator. Well, most of the time they respected him and were afraid of his wrath, but they loved him deeply. Y/N then timidly asked Lucienne a question.

     "Can dreams... I don't know how to say that."

     "Just say it, dear."

     "Do dreams have relationships ? Love ones, I mean ?"

     "Hmm. Love is part of Desire's domain. But yes, there are times when dreams fall in love, dreamers or other dreams. It stays platonic most of the time."

     "And... And with Lord Dream ?"

     "Lord Dream has had many lovers, and has even been married. Although that was before... His change. I understand he has had a few conquests since then, but never anything serious or lasting. As always then."

     "No, I meant… Him and a dream ? Sorry if my question is out of place."

Lucienne didn't look shocked, so Y/N was a little reassured. Since he had created her, she didn't want to hear that he was like her father. She didn't see him as a father, she had appeared with the look and spirit she had today, she had never been a child, and he hadn't raised her.

The librairian confirmed to her that they were not a family. He was the creator, and they were the creations, but they had no blood relationship, and they were all beings in their own right.

If her question could seem shocking, it was more because they were not equal. Dream was superior, he offered them existence as he could take it back. Even if it was not forbidden to love her, he was insane to hope that it could be reciprocated.

"That being said, I could say the same thing of all the dreamers, elves, aliens, mortals... And he had relations with several of them. So to answer you, I don't know, because I don't think that he never laid down with one of us, but that wouldn't be impossible."

 It didn't help much Y/N, who didn't know what to do with these feelings at all. Being the closest to humans, and an entity that was neither totally a dream, nor really a nightmare, she felt lost in this vast world, and faced with this creator who often wandered alone in the corridors of his palace.

It took time and courage to go talk to him.

     "I was waiting for you." Dream said softly with a small smile.

     "Really ?"

     "I don't know if that's a good thing. If it's us, or memories of us."

     "Memories ?" Y/N asked, tilting her head.

     "My past self and the first dream were lovers. No one knows, no one ever knew. It was long before many things and beings were created here. It didn't end badly, but it ended all the same, both of us returning to our responsibilities, without hatred or animosity. Until the end. The first dream refused to return when Morpheus was no more, and now here we are. You are not them, and I am not him, and yet..."

Y/N wondered if the first first dream had thought the same as her upon opening her eyes and seeing their creator. Beautiful and frightening, before whom she was ready to fall on her knees and for whom she would agree to disappear.

     "And... Let's imagine that I'm me, and you're you... Will it be the same ending anyway ?"

The Master of Stories stared at her for a long time, his eyes filled with stars passing through her, before approaching and placing a hand on her cheek.

     "Whether we're like them or not, I knew I loved you the moment you appeared, and I always will."

     "It's hard to put words to what I feel, but I believe it's the same for me."

     "In that case..." Dream muttered, moving even closer. "Are you willing to be the first of my dreams to come true ?"

     "I am real."

     "You are. I wish you were completely mine, forever and ever."

     "I will still remain the first dream of others ?"

     "Of course, as I will remain Dream of the Endless. We have responsibilities. But that doesn't stop us from loving each other."

It probably wasn't that simple, because love was Desire's domain and Desire loved to cause trouble, but Dream was young and optimistic, Y/N wanted to believe him, so as they kissed for the first time, she decided that it was all more beautiful than frightening, and that they would see what Fate had in store for them later.

#sandman #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction #morpheus #morpheus imagine #morpheus x reader #morpheus fanfiction #daniel hall #daniel hall x reader

[axel-skz]

Like a chef

A/N: Ayo, she back with a fire story and that :) ok, now that you hate me more then usual, the song for this song roulette is Novel. I have yet to listen to it properly but as per usual, it sounds so nice as I listen to it rn. I’d like to profess my love for Jeongins’ voice. You may read now :)

Sometimes you had days where you missed your grandmother. She was the sweetest person in the world, if she loved you that is. She made these shortbread cookies that you absolutely loved.

You had told Felix about them in hopes that maybe you guys could make them together. The cards weren’t in your favour though because you got a huge project at work and were too busy to help him.

This gave him the idea to surprise you with them. You had described them to him and he was really hoping he could somehow reverse engineer a recipe for you from the description.

Monday and Tuesday he was busy. Wednesday you came home early and almost caught him. Thursday he couldn’t figure it out.

Friday was the day. It had to be. He woke up extra early and kept trying. Again and again, he would come close in different ways but never got it exactly right. It was driving him insane.

He kept checking the clock and slowly, it got closer and closer to the time where you would be home.

You had a very full day. So much to do and not to be mean but Brenda from sales was getting on your last nerve. You got home and closed your door with a sigh.

Everything was incredibly silent, except for the sound of the exhaust in the kitchen. You put your things down and headed over to it. You got closer and you could hear sniffling and quiet cries. When you turned the corner, you saw Felix sat on the floor. He was hugging an oven glove and crying into a baking tray of cookies.

‘Lix?’ You said with concern. He looked up at you with watery eyes and a pout. ‘Honey, are you ok?’

He started rambling, too fast to understand. His hands moved frantically while he tried to explain whatever had happened. You went over to him and hugged him, trying to calm his down. He cried into your shoulder.

A couple minutes later, the two of you were sat on the floor.

‘Ok, care to explain what happened?’

‘I wanted to make those cookies your grandma made you. I was trying to guess the recipe and I couldn’t get it… I wanted to surprise you…’ he looked very disappointed.

‘Awwww, you’re so cute!’ You leaned turned and grabbed his face and started kissing him all over.

It made him laugh and he was finally smiling when you were done, ‘much better. You didn’t have to try to guess the recipe, I know it.’

‘But I wanted to surprise you!’

‘And you did. This is quite literally the sweetest thing anyone has ever done in the history of the world,’ you winked at him.

‘You’re biased,’ he retorted with a slight smile.

‘I guess I am but I have every reason to be. I got me an angel. Why wouldn’t I be biased?’

He blushed and looked away. You asked him what he included in the cookies and you were surprised to find out, one of the tries was spot on.

‘The secret of the cookies is that you have to burn them a little.’

He stared at you, jaw dropped, ‘You’re telling me, my third try was correct and all I had to do was burn them?!’

You laughed and nodded, ‘its alright, now we can make them together. I’m sorry I haven’t been around all week to make them with you.’

‘It’s ok, I’m sorry I couldn’t surprise you.’

‘I guess it cancels out, we’re both in the clear! Now mister, shall we bake?’

He laughed, ‘we shall.’

You guys had a great time making the cookies and surprisingly, the cleanup was fun too. You guys laughed about your work stories and the cookies turned out not to be to his liking. But he was he could make something that made you happy.

Felix: that was adorable!

I know! Thank you!

Felix: you seem surprised…?

I keep getting harmed or threatened at the end of these so…

*he walks over and hugs us*

He’s healing our souls 🥹

A/N: THEY’RE ALL SO CUTE! I CANNOT! MAKE SURE YOU LIKE AND REPOST!

See you next time :))

#stray kids #skz #stray kids scenarios #skz fanfic #skz imagines #love stray kids #skz x reader #skz scenarios #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fluff #stray kids felix #skz felix #felix #lee felix #stray kids yongbok #skz yongbok #lee yongbok #felix x reader #felix x y/n #stray kids world domination #felix fluff #stray kids lee felix

[authortobenamedlater]

E5 deep dive! This will be fun because Mr and I have VERY different opinions on certain parts of this episode.

The good:

This might be Pablo Schreiber’s best performance yet, and that’s saying something.

Everyone delivers in this one. Soren and Laera have some great moments, separately and together. Riz’s final lines with John (and that hug!), Halsey’s and John’s speeches at Vannak’s funeral, Kwan’s vision and her shamelessly calling John on his BS. This episode does a great job of showing the fallout from Reach on a small scale. Not what it did to humanity as a whole, but what it did to these individual humans.

The exit from Reach and Riz’s last run for Vannak are epic.

Vannak gets a great send-off, and can we talk about how well-preserved he was after being dead for a week?

Makee continues to be one of the most intriguing characters for many reasons, not the least of which is she’s inexplicably (literally inexplicably; they haven’t explained it) alive. She cries as she watches Reach fall, then says she cares nothing for “the Demon” (who she ordered ‘Gatanai not to kill a few hours ago). She and Cortana appear to be hatching some kind of plan.

Speaking of Cortana…EVERYTHING I thought about that opening scene in the first episode got flipped on its head. Did Cortana sell her soul (operating system?) to Parangosky in exchange for John or something?

Also speaking of Cortana, John is so not OK without her it hurts to watch. “If I’d had my armor, if I’d had her with me” 😭 “There’s a space where there used to be a voice and a feeling someone knew me” 😭😭 Just get these two back together already.

Kai’s little strut when she meets the S-IIIs 😍

The bad:

Reach didn’t quite go out with the bang it deserved, unless there’s a heck of a surprise in store. I’m not sure what would have been the bang it deserved, but this wasn’t it.

Admiral Keyes is not around. Yes, I knew he wasn’t going to be, but I love him darn it.

Vannak was all dead, not only mostly dead as I had hoped and will continue to imagine.

Still no Miranda, not that I expected her. Does she know her dad is dead?

Observations/predictions/wishful thinking:

Riz’s exit. One part where that @mrtobenamedlater and I do not agree. I saw this coming from the start of the season. Riz was already hurting and increasingly disillusioned with Spartan life. Now she’s even more beaten up. She was never really going to be a Spartan again. She can barely even walk when she tells John she’s done. Her departure made a good contrast to John’s response. His way to honor Vannak’s sacrifice is to hunt down his killers; Riz’s way is to live the life his sacrifice spared.

I don’t think this is the last of Riz, however. We’ll run into her again.

Makee seems to be filling the Sesa ‘Refumee role from Halo 2, with her line about the Prophets being liars. She is on no one’s side because no one is on her side.

Given that Makee describes ‘Gatanai to Cortana as the fleet master and calls him “the Arbiter,” I guess he’s the Silver Timeline’s Thel ‘Vadam? And his line to Makee about how she lives only by his grace? Did he personally revive her or something?

Also I’m going to assume Makee never touched the artifact in E2, probably just as well since that would have taken John out, and that she and ‘Gatanai took it off Reach. Why didn’t she touch it though?

Did Kessler get kidnapped for a new Spartan program? I’m all about Uncle Master Chief going to rescue his surrogate nephew by the way.

Where did Perez and that transport go? I was sort of expecting to find them on Aleria.

This episode will get derided as “filler” but it sets up a lot for the rest of the season: The Arbiter, the ring, Kwan’s and Madrigal’s place in all this, the Spartan-IIIs.

#halo #halo tv show #halo spoilers

[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

Forbidden love

Warnings: homophobic parents

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“Y/n sweetheart you can’t marry the ghost anyway if your being serious about it” her mother had told her as the three of them sat by the fireplace

“But I’m in love mother! She makes me laugh… she makes me want to protect her even if she is dead!” Y/n argued back and stood up quickly

“A woman needs protection from a man! Not from weak women!” Her father argues back which made the blood in her boil

“I can take care of myself without a man. We are strong! And I love who I choose and it’s my choice weather or not if I’m into a certain gender!” Y/n argues back

Her mother stood up and walked towards her daughter

Once she stood up, she had slapped her daughter in the face

“You will not go outside until you have it set in your mind that you cannot date another woman” Y/n had tears leaving her eyes

Y/n just ran to her room and went to cry

“And she thinks she’s strong” her father says and her mother nods her head in agreement

~Emily waits for her soon to be wife to come back in the woods

“I don’t think her parents will accept your marriage together” Maggot says inside of Emily’s eye socket

“Oh I hope that’s not the case. I love her dearly and I want her parents to love me as well” Maggot plops her eye out of her socket and then goes to stand on the broken tree branch where she sat

“Well not many people here except that kind of love here. I may be wrong though” Emily looks at her friend and then nods her head

Three hours had passed and poor Emily was more worried about her lover

“Oh I should look out for her. I’m really worried about her now. What if she’s in trouble Maggot? She’s going to need my help” Emily gets up and Maggot stood by her side now

“We can’t just knock on every door though!” Maggot says and she sighs

“It’s hopeless then” she had tears leaving her eyes now

Maggot on the other hand wasn’t about to give up though

“I’ll look for her for you! It’ll be easier for me to sneak around anyways” Emily smiles

“That’s an excellent idea!” Maggot smiles and then starts the search for Y/n

~Y/n had cried for an hour and afterwards began to recollect her thoughts

She knew she had to sneak out, so she begins packing all of her things

There was a knock on her door

“I’m naked! Don’t come in please” she lied since of course she didn’t want to get caught

“Never mind” it was her father at the other end and she sort of wanted to know what he wanted to tell her

Once she was done packing (which took her two hours because of organizing), she takes her luggage and opens her door

She knew her parents were going to be in their room and not actually on lookout

As she approaches the front door she notices Maggot coming out of the vent

She places her finger to her lips to tell him to be quite

He nods his head and comes towards her as she places her finger down

He goes onto her finger and then goes onto her shoulder

They exited out of her house and she saw Victor Van Dort out too

Victor noticed her and awkwardly waved back at her

She was definitely inviting him to her wedding since they were friends after all

~Y/n had approached the woods and soon saw her lover crying

“What’s wrong love?” Y/n asked which made Emily look at her quickly

Emily stood up and rushes up to her lover

Once Emily was in front of her, she hugs her

“I thought something bad happened to you! I couldn’t bare to see you in the afterlife yet when you haven’t drank the poison yet”

“Sweetheart look at me” Emily continues to hold onto her as she looks at her

“I’m fine, right? So why don’t we go back to the afterlife and cuddle, okay? I got all my things in here” Y/n eyes her luggage and Emily’s eyes wander off to the luggage

“Right okay. Hopscotch” they were back in the afterlife

“Did you get their blessings?” Elder Gutkencht asked them

Emily let’s go of her lover and looks at him

“No, but we’re getting married anyways” Y/n says and he nods his head

Emily and Y/n go back to the king sized coffin bed

It was at a makeshift since they only had a bed there

Once they we’re lying down, Y/n had her head on her lover’s chest

Emily was combing her lover’s hair with her fingers

“This feels more forbidden” Emily says and Y/n sighs

“Oh well. It’s not as absurd as marrying someone who’s dead” Y/n points out and Emily chuckles

“Your right” Emily says and noticed Y/n had fallen asleep

She smiles and then kisses her forehead and then wished her a goodnight

#emily corpse bride x reader #Emily x reader corpse bride #emily corpse bride #corpse bride fanfiction #corpse bride #tim burton #lgbtq #love is love #forbidden love #helena bonham carter

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

🧸Mikey

Sunday dinner

Masterlist

A/N: I feel the need to apologize for this. It was supposed to be a comfort fic, I know, but instead we get a whole lot of angst and not a lot of comfort. We're still in the babybro!Mikey AU, and it maybe helps a little to have read Astraphobia (shameless self promo, I know)

(This was written from a promt from this ask game!)

Characters: Walter Marshall, littlebrother!Mikey

Summary: Walter visits Mike in his dorm after the death of their mother.

Word count: 600

Warnings: Angst. Lots of hurt, very little comfort. Parent death. Whole lot of grief.

“Bear?” I take the fluffy dog Walter is holding out to me. Fucking hell, I haven’t seen this thing in years!

“It… eh… I found him at mom’s place.” Walter swallows hard. ‘Mom’s place’. It sounds so silly now. There is no ‘mom’s place’ anymore. There is no ‘mom’. “Thought you might… I don’t fucking know, man.”

“Come in.” I step aside to let him past me. There’s not a lot of room to move, it’s a dorm room after all. He takes my desk chair, I fall back onto my bed, crushing Bear against my chest. It’s obvious we’re both going to cry at some point. Now, it’s just a matter of who goes first. Won’t be me. Can’t be me. Fuck. It’s me.

I didn’t sleep at all for two nights, then I cried myself to sleep the next two. Suffice to say, I’m not in a good place right now. My whole afternoon was lost to thinking about how I’d keep myself from spiraling tonight. Because tonight is Sunday night – and on Sundays, I always went home to have dinner with my mom. And now I can’t do that, because mom. is. gone.

“I can’t believe I bailed on dinner last week,” Walter says. Now that he isn’t at a loss for words, his voice sounds about as hoarse as I imagine mine to be. “Didn’t even have a good excuse. Tired from a long shift, that was it.”

“She called me an hour before she… I hung up on her. Figured I’d call her back after basketball practice.” Obviously I never got the chance. Both of us stay quiet for a very long time. Sometimes one of us cries, sometimes we both do, but we don’t say a word, and neither of us moves. After about an hour, Walter gets up.

“I should probably get going,” he says softly. Somehow, the idea of him leaving hurts me. I’ve already lost my mom… I can’t lose my brother as well.

“Are we just never going to see each other anymore.” My voice is weak – weaker than I’d like it to be. Walter’s hand drops off the door handle.

“Why do you think that?” he asks softly. I can hear his voice breaking halfway through.

“You’re a lot older, and you moved out a while ago. And we only ever saw each other at mom’s place, and now mom’s gone and…” I don’t even know if there are more reasons for me to think that. The fact that we never really got along? Mom swore it was just because there are ten years between us, that things would get better as I got older… I just hope I’m gonna get a chance to find out she was right about that.

Walter looks at me for a second and then wraps me up in a hug. And not the cool, manly, bro kind of hug. No. A massive, brotherly, ‘we’re both fucking hurt’ kind of hug. When I sit back down on my bed, he sits next to me.

“I didn’t want to bring this up yet,” he says, “but I’ve been dealing with some of the legal stuff…” I’m about to get angry when he assures me he hasn’t been making any decisions without me.

“I don’t want to sell the house,” he says, explaining that she left it to us, I get a say in things, but he’d really like to move back there.

“On one condition,” I say hoarsely. “We have dinner together on Sundays.”

#walter marshall fanfiction #walter marshall #mike hellraiser #mike (hellraiser) #mike hellraiser fic #mike hellraiser drabble #walter marshall drabble #henry cavill characters #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill

[callmemana]

Arms Wide Open, Catch Me If I Fall:

Chapter 4: Birdie’s Eye View

Word Count: 5k+

🚨Warnings: inaccurate Naval descriptions, angst and floof.

A/N: dividers by @sligheach-sidhe , cover by me ( @callmemana ). Thank you @bayisdying for proofreading!

A/N: There will be a change, each chapter will be at least 3k word count. Also, this will be my main focus on writing.

After the big blow up with Bo, Bird walked to the Garcia’s with Ozzy following close behind.

Tears stained her cheeks as she made her way to her bedroom and cuddled with her dog.

She would go in tomorrow and talk with Cyclone about redacting the offer to join the team, if it wasn’t too late.

If Robert didn’t want her here, then she’s not gonna stick around to take anymore of his awful behavior.

He’s acting like he did the last week he was in Lemoore right before he broke her heart.

Bird was a forgiving person, but she didn’t know if she could forgive him for this.

She got up and started to pack everything but the essentials back up into the boxes, she’d ask for tape and help loading her truck tomorrow.

Ozzy kept trying to nip at her legs, telling her to stop.

But Bird’s mind was already set, as soon as she could she’d talk to the Air Boss and ask to be stationed back in Lemoore.

She was just finishing up her last box when Baylie and Mickey came home.

“Why are you packed? What happened between you and Bob?”questioned Lucky.

“He was an asshole and pretty much told me he didn’t want me here. I’m going to talk to Cyclone tomorrow about being transferred back to Flordia. I’m not staying somewhere where the only person I really know doesn’t want me to be.”

“Maybe he was just surprised to see you is all,” offered Mickey.

Bird laughed humorlessly, “Trust me Mickey, what he said wasn’t because of that. I mean, seriously! How stupid am I to come here thinking that he’d be happy to see me? He was right, I ruin everything.”

Tears prickled at her eyes as she fixes her glasses.

“Birdie, what do you mean?” insisted Lucky, teeth slightly grinding together.

“Hey, you haven’t ruined anything.” reassured Mickey.

“He said that the whole week before he left, said I ruined his life and everything I touch. I can’t do that to you guys too.”

“Bird, you haven’t ruined anything for us, if anything you’ve made our lives better.”

“How? I’ve done nothing but cause trouble since I got here!” she cried, taking her glasses off to clean them of tears.

Baylie pulls her into a hug and Mickey joins soon afterwards.

“Because you have made our grey outlook on Bob turn to color. We only knew him as the shy man he is, and now, we might be able to see an outgoing, sarcastic, and whatever else he’s hidden from us, man.”

“You just don’t know him well enough yet. He was shy when we first met at bootcamp.”

“Oh, we need to know all of the stories about the young Robert Floyd.” declared Lucky.

Ozzy ran over and decided to also join the group hug, giving everyone sloppy puppy-kisses all over their faces.

“Oz, Ozzy, ok, ok, thank you bubs!” laughed Birdie as she lightly pushed him away, fixing her glasses on her nose.

She sniffled and wiped her eyes, standing up in the process to head to her room.

“I best be gettin’ to bed, I gotta be up early to see Cyclone anyhow. Thank you both for everything.”

The couple gave smiles and bids her goodnight.

The next morning Bird does her morning routine, walks Ozzy, and drives to base earlier than necessary.

She’s trying to navigate her way to the Air Boss’s office when she accidentally bumps into someone.

“Oh I’m so sorry! Here lemme help you,” blurted Bird as she immediately gets to the ground and starts to pick up the scattered papers and folders.

The woman was olived skinned and dark brown curly haired.

“It’s not a problem, I can pick them up myself, I wasn’t watching where I was going anyway.” the woman laughed, holding her hand out towards Amanda.

“I’m Alana Metcalf, most people here call me Cinco or Cin. Are you new? I saw that you were looking a little lost.”

She took the woman’s outstretched hand and shook.

“I’m Amanda Hallett, callsign Birdie, but I also go by Bird. I’m not gonna lie, I am incredibly lost.” Bird laughed, cheeks burning a bright pink.

“Well maybe I can help, who are you looking for?”

“The Air Boss, Beau Simpson. I need to talk with him about transferring back to my old base.”

“Oh, did something happen? Not enjoying San Diego?” she asked.

“You could say that. I just don’t think it’s a good fit for me.”

“Ah, I see. An ex is here huh?”

Birdie’s eyes widen and jaw slacked, “How did you know that?”

“I’m kinda friends with Bob and the dagger squad. Actually, my boyfriend is on the team too.”

“Oh…” said Bird before she put on a fake smile, “what’s his name?”

Cinco could see through the smile, but decided to table that for later when she could speak to Bob.

“Jake Seresin, but his callsign is Hangman.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“He is sometimes,” nodded Cin, “It’s because he always hangs his wingmen out to dry.”

“And he’s on a team? He sounds like he’s an ass. No offense!”

Cin laughs, “None taken, I know he can be one. He’s shown it many of times.”

The two women stopped infront of a wooden door with a name plate that read, ‘Simpson.’

“Anyway, here’s Cyclone’s office. I hope that you reconsider going back, I can tell that you will be a big part of our lives already.”

“And how can you tell, you just met me Cin.” Bird questioned jokingly.

“Because that man’s eyes still sparkle when you come up in conversation. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bob like this and I can’t wait to see how it ends.”

“So, you know?” she asked, eyes casted down.

“No, but I don’t think I need to know more than that he loves you.”

“He might’ve before, but he doesn’t now. Thanks for being my guide, I appreciate it.”

Bird gave the woman a little wave as she knocked on the thick door, waiting for the ‘Come in.’

Once the command was given, she entered and saluted the Air Boss.

“You are relieved, Leutenant,” he declared, looking up briefly to see who was there.

“Hello Vice Admiral Simpson, I was wondering if it was too late to ask if the contract could be void and I could be stationed back in Lemoore?”

“Not liking the company Hallett? I believe at one point in your first time here, you were very close to Leutenant Floyd.”

“Yes sir, we were, but recently ended our relationship.”

“How sad. Unfortunately, Hallett, it’s already been cleared and recorded. You’re stuck here until farther notice.”

“But Sir-”

“I didn’t ask for excuses, Leutenant. Just be glad it’s only for six months. Now if your done,” He shifted his eyes to the door.

That was not the news Bird thought she would be getting, Cyclone never liked her anyway.

So why does he have to be so determined to keep her here?

Unless he thinks this will be torture for her being near Robert, which it most likely will be.

She exited the room, leaving his door open just to piss him off more.

Bird went down the hallway a little and braced her back on the wall, groaning loud.

“Well who do we have here?” a woman with a British accent asked.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted you ma’am, I’m Leutenant Hallett.”

“No harm done here, I was just having breakfast at my desk with my friend. I’m Rachael Kazansky.”

Bird looked at her phone screen, checking the time. The meeting with Cyclone went on longer than she initially thought.

“I am so sorry but, I have to get to the hanger. It was nice meeting you though!”

Dragon smiled as the blonde woman scurried off.

She arrived late, the high ranks already in the room and stood off to the side.

“Nice of you to finally join us Leutenant Hallett,” announced Cyclone.

“I’m so sorry, Cyclone! Someone told me to go to Hell, I couldn’t find it at first, but guess what? I finally found it! And I just knew I’d see you here too!”

“Everyone, this is Leutentant Amanda ‘Birdie’ Hallett, graduated second at Top Gun in her class.” stated Maverick, a wide smirk on his features.

Robert muttered a displeased, “Birdie.”

Laughter poorly covered up could be heard around the hanger, mostly by the students. When Bird looked over at Warlock, he winked at her with an amused smirk on his face too.

“Back on the agenda, Maverick.”

“We will be doing an exercise to start training for an upcoming mission. The hard deck is at ten thousand feet and will not be broken this time. We’ll take Hangman, Rooster, Coyote, and Birdie first. Get suited up.”

With that, we all filed out of the door and headed to the locker room.

“You must have a big pair of balls on you if you can sass Cyclone without hesitation.” said a tall, blond haired man with sea green eyes.

“Cyclone’s had it out for me since my first time at Top Gun. Bob and I got yelled at all the time by him.” Birdie said as she rolled her eyes.

“Wrong, you and Thena got yelled at and Smiley and me tried to get you out of it.” smiled Bob.

“Yeah right, like I don’t remember the reason you got your callsign. You are just as much of a troublemaker Bo.”

She didn’t see the smirks and looks exchanged by the others.

“Since y’all know my name, I think it’s only fair I know your’s.” stated Bird.

A dark skinned man with a mustache spoke first, “I’m Reuben Fitch, Payback and Fanboy’s pilot.”

The next was another dark skinned man, a little lighter in shade, “Javy Machado, Coyote.”

“I’m pretty well known everywhere I go. Jake Seresin, callsign; Hangman.”

“Wow, maybe you should take the dick outta your personality. Your ego isn’t as big as you think.”

“So what I’m hearing is that you think-”

“Finish that sentence, and I’ll sack you so hard that your grandkids will feel your pain.”

“Damn, she doesn't play.” said a man with a 70’s porn-stache.

“Damn straight, and you are?”

“Bradley Bradshaw, Rooster.” he held out his hand, which she gladly took.

“It’s nice to meet you Rooster.”

They all came to the doors that separated the locker rooms.

The women went into the one on the left, the guys on the right.

Bird was halfway out of her civilian clothes when a small, shy woman came up to her.

“Hi, I’m Raven Mouse Fischer. I haven’t been on the team very long, but if you need any help with anything, I’d be more than glad to help!” chirped Mouse with a wide smile.

“Thank you Mouse, I might have to take you up on that offer,”

“I’m Bob’s pilot, Natasha Phoenix Trace. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Natasha. Thank you for keeping him safe when I couldn’t, I appreciate it more than you know.”

Phoenix was a little surprised when Bird brought her into a tight hug.

After the little meet and greet in the locker room, everyone was outside in the hanger getting ready to get in the jets.

Bird had her sky blue helmet on with the bird silhouette on the front with her callsign under and her squadron on the sides.

She wanted to have someone pat the top to ‘see if it works’ but didn’t want to ask anyone yet.

Bird saw Bo and looked away, there was no way she’d ask the man who had made a new crack in her heart not too long ago to do the preflight ritual with her.

“What’s wrong Bird?” asked Rooster as he stood by her plane.

“Nothin’, just missing old traditions we used to do before flying.”

“What did you do before?” he smiled, looking down at her.

“Used to smack the top of our helmets so we could ‘see if it was good’ and now I don’t have anyone to do that with.”

Without second thought, Rooster slapped his hand against the top of her helmet and whispered, “Good luck Bird. You don’t have to be scared to ask us to continue the traditions you did back in Lemoore, if they make you feel comfortable or a superstition you have we will help make you calm.”

Bird’s cheeks burned slightly, “Thank you Roos, I appreciate that.”

Bradley lightly pounds his fist on the top of her helmet again, “Anytime Bird. We’re all family now.”

She nods, looking away from him briefly before the other two men join them.

“Ready to fly Bird and Chicken?” asked Hangman, a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, Bagman, let’s get in the sky.”

It took a while but soon all were in the air with the oxygen masks on and communication was silent.

Bird was flanked by the men, all looking around for Maverick and seeing nothing.

“So what’s your story Birdie?”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t wanna, Bird.”

“It’s fine. Grew up in the midwest, went to bootcamp and then after I graduated I went to Top Gun.”

“What about when you met Baby On Board?”

Rooster’s voice cracked through the radios, “Leave her alone, Bagman.

“Woah man, we’re just trying to get to know our fellow aviator Rooster.”

Bird rolled her eyes at the men, typical.

“I’ll leave that to Robert when the time comes and HE wants to tell you.”

“Ooooh, she’s super mad if she’s using your name and not your callsign huh Baby On Board?”

“Why do you always have to be a dickhead, Bagman?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘always,’ I did save your life Chicken.”

“He did,” echoed Coyote.

Rooster was quiet after that and started to go a little farther ahead of them.

They flew for a little longer in silence before Coyote voiced everyone’s concern, “Where’s Mav?”

All four of us looked around, not seeing anything. “Oh fuck, he’s under our noses.”

After that was said, Maverick came up from out of nowhere. “Good Afternoon Aviators.”

Bird was the first to move out of the way, Rooster following her and Hangman and Coyote breaking off to the left.

The fight was on.

It took twenty six minutes for Maverick to shoot all of us down.

If we were supposed to be the best of the best, how come it took so little time for him to beat us in a dog fight?

Bird got out of her jet, took off her helmet and then gripped it in her fist angrily. She knew she could be better than she performed today, otherwise she wouldn’t be back at Top Gun.

“Don’t let this bring you down, we all got our asses handed to us and I bet you everyone will today too.” Rooster shook her shoulders lightly and a smile on his face.

Hangman and Coyote came over to her plane again and praised her flying as they all made their way to the rec room where everyone else is.

Once inside the room and out of the blazing sun, she saw that Bob was still sitting right infront of the radio with eyebrows furrowed and bitting him lip.

What was he so worried about, he had no right to be for me. He lost it the day he broke my heart.

It was later in the day when everyone had failed and walking back to the locker rooms that everyone was talking and laughing together again.

“So Bird, would you like to go to the Hard Deck later?” asked Mickey, a smile on his face.

“No thank you, Mickey. I should unpack, I’m going to be here for a while.”

“Oh that’s great to hear, how long?” chirped Mouse.

“I’m here for six months, then wherever they send me afterwards.”

Lucky glares at Bob, angry at that he almost made her go away.

“We can help if you need?”

Bird smiled, “Thanks for the offer, but it won’t take too long.”

“Well if you end up needing help, don’t be afraid to call any of us.”

“She wouldn’t need you Bagman, Birdie has Mickey and me to help. Also stay away from my house or I’ll kick your ass.”

Jake put his arms up in mock surrender, eyes wide and a smirk on his lips.

The three of them went back inside the Hard Deck and grabbed the others and went out back to talk on the deck.

Once all of the aviators had sat down, Bob took a deep breath.

“I think I might owe y’all an explanation on why I’ve been acting so short tempered lately.”

“I’d say.”

“Shut up, let him speak!”

“Yeah, I wanna hear why.”

“Well, before we left for the mission, I was engaged,” he took his dogtags out of his shirt and showed the ring.

A dainty little gold ring that looked as if it was sticks with small diamonds decorating it was on the chain.

“To an aviator named Birdie. I broke off the engagement and then moved to San Diego a week later.”

Bob ran his hands in his already messed up hair, “So when Lucky was giving hints as to who the new member was, she was just reminding me of her. I didn’t want to think about Bird, so instead I got angry and shut everyone out. I’m sorry.”

“Why? Why break up with her, she’s a pilot too. She’d understand.”

Bob laughed sadly, “Because I’m in idiot. I don’t really want to get into it tonight.”

“Hate to break it to you Baby On Board, but I already kinda knew. Seriously, I mean, did you forget that I have access to personal and personnel records?” sassed Cinco.

“I’m so glad that you found your forever Bob and I can’t wait to meet her! What’s she like? Chirped Mouse.

Baylie took point in answering this, “She’s amazing, beautiful, fantastic, lovely, smart, funny, sweet…”

“Okay, we get it Bay, if we weren’t married you’d marry bird and make her one of your sister wives.”

“Damn right I would, too bad I’m stuck with your ugly ass.”

“Ouch.”

“Can we please get back to the matter at hand?”

Bay shrugged while Mickey put his hands up in mock surrender.

“As you were saying Bob?”

“I messed up and broke up with her the harshed way possible so she wouldn’t think about me when I was on the mission. And with her back in my life I can’t help but have those feelings again.”

“So you never got over her?” questioned Phoenix, eyebrows furrowed.

Bob shook his head, “No. She’s my everything. I’ve known her since I was eighteen, we met on the first day of bootcamp. I knew by the end of our first date that I was gonna marry her.”

Dragon and Whiskey just screamed in happiness at the confession, they had never really heard Bob speak so passionately about love before and wanted nothing more than to hear everything he had to say.

Mouse was the first to speak, “That’s really sweet and I’m happy you found someone who makes you feel like that, but…” she took a deep breath, trying to find the right words that wouldn’t offend him, “If that’s true, why did you end things with her?”

Lucky stood behind Mouse, arms crossed and head nodding to the words that the shy woman had said and added. “You really are a dumb motherfucker aren’t you Robert?”

Tom and Ron exchanged glances before nodding in agreement with their pseudo daughters, only to get smacked by their wives in the back of the head.

The other guys had awkwardly chugged their drinks and avoided eye contact with Bob, not wanting to be caught and having to defend the man.

Rooster, that sap, was the one to speak first, “Do you still want to marry her? Just hearing what you have to say about Bird tells me that you aren’t over her yet.”

Bob answered immediately, “Of course I still want to be with her and marry Bird. I have no doubt in my mind that’s always been her in my heart and always will be.”

“Then we’ll do everything we can do to help you get her back. I don’t speak for everyone, just for me, but I want to see you happy and I get the feeling that the only person who can make you happy, is Birdie.”

Bob smiles, a sight the Dagger Squad hadn’t seen for a while, “She does, she really, really does make me happy.”

Hangman slaps a hand over Bob’s shoulders, “I’ll help you Baby On Board.”

One by one they come up and touch Bob’s shoulders or the top of his head, all agreeing with Jake.

He gave a half smile now that he knew his friends were going to help, he felt his chances of getting his Bird back rise.

Not too long after that the crowd became too much for his wandering mind, so he went home.

The next day on base was awkward to say the least. He knew she was in San Diego, but what he didn’t know was when she would show up at Top Gun.

Maverick had already started the lesson with all of the high ups behind him and to the side.

There was a door being abruptly opened and everyone looked back as Vice Admiral Simpson spoke, “Nice of you to finally join us Lieutenant Hallett.”

She walked her way down the middle of the desks in the many rows that the other aviators sat at before she opened her mouth to no doubt sass the man.

“Birdie.” he whispered breathlessly, head casted down.

She sat down and the lesson went on while the others giggled or laughed behind hands or coughs.

Maverick picked four of us to go into the air for the first flight test and after a weird interaction in the hall to the locker rooms, everyone else crossed the tarmac and made their way in the break room.

Bob kept his sights on Bird the whole way, she glanced at him as she walked to her jet. He couldn’t get the thought out of his head. The happy memories that the two shared while back in Lemoore.

He missed the preflight ritual that they did, along with smiley and Athena. Bob gave a half-assed smile, but that didn’t last too long when he saw Bradley pat her on the head while she wore her helmet.

He can still remember the day that she got her helmet and designed it. Bird was so proud of herself, she hadn’t painted in years and was worried that it wouldn’t come out how she wanted.

Another great memory that he had made with her. Bob wasn’t really paying attention to the conversation from the radio, more on watching the sky and his Birdie fly like she belonged there.

When the exercise was over and the four pilots entered the recreation room, Bob’s focus came back into the world.

He was worried for her, he knew how taxing mentally it was to be called the best of the best, only to be shot down so quickly.

He knew that he had no right to be anxious about her. First this wasn’t a real mission, just a practice.

Secondly, she wasn’t his fiancee anymore, he held no claim to her. Especially after the way he acted the last week in Flordia.

Mickey patted his back as both got up and headed to the tarmac, pilots following their WSO’s, today was just going to be hard for him it seems.

After everyone had gone twice and shot down, both times, the day was over and everyone went to the locker room to change into civvies.

“So Bird, would you like to go to the Hard Deck later?” asked Mickey with a smile on his face as the group walked down the halls and to the parking lot.

“No thank you Mickey. I should unpack, I’m going to be here for a while.”

“Oh, that’s great to hear, how long?” chirped Mouse.

Bob was happy that she’d be staying, he really wanted to take the time and win her heart and trust back.

He felt Lucky’s anger through the glare she was giving him as they walked. Bob knew he deserved it ten times over.

Robert knew that once they heard the whole story, they’d hate him, Hell he hates himself still.

“We can help if you need?”

Bird smiled, “Thanks for the offer, but it won’t take too long.”

“Well if you end up needing help, don’t be afraid to call any of us.”

“She wouldn’t need you Bagman, Birdie has Mickey and me to help. Also stay away from my house or I’ll kick your ass.”

Jake put his arms up in mock surrender, eyes wide and a smirk on his lips. Bob rolled his eyes, he hates when Hangman’s ego acts up.

They all go their separate ways and plan to meet up a little later at The Hard Deck for drinks.

When Bob got home he immediately collected clean clothes from his bedroom and then got into the shower to wash away the day.

He didn’t feel like wearing his Khakis today at the bar so he opted out for an old Carhartt shirt, jeans, and that trucker hat he loves so much but never really wears anymore.

Bob grabbed his keys to the old Chevy truck and drove to the local Navy bar. After he parked, he didn’t really want to go inside, he knew by the cars that everyone is here again.

With a large sigh, he turned off the truck and went through the doorway of the building.

Immediately Bob spotted his found family and threw himself on the cushioned booth seat, surrounded by the group and handed a cup of water that had already been on the table.

Silence wasn’t something that the Dagger Squad did often, but when it was, it's because they were thinking.

It brought warmth to his heart that they actually wanted to help him, but also worried him for when they realized just what type of man he was.

Even if he only did what he did to not break her heart more if he didn’t make it from the Uranium mission alive.

He knew it was only a matter of time before they either kicked his ass or never talked to him again.

Which he deserves, no doubt in his mind about that.

Lucky being the biggest threat if the story got out, she already saw Birdie as a little sister and is protective of her.

He’s seen Baylie’s rage and never wants to be on the receiving end of it, but that might just be what happens.

Dragon was the first to speak after the silence had stopped, “So, what are you thinking about doing to get her back?”

Bob shakes his head chuckling nervously, “Honestly Dragon, I don’t have a Goddamn clue, Amanda won’t even look at me for longer than a second and barely talked to me today.”

“Oh yeah ‘Bo,’ she barely talked to you.”

His head snaps to Lucky, anger in his eyes. “You can’t call me that.”

Bob knows that Baylie won’t back down and he wouldn’t be surprised if she probably already knows the story or at least a little bit of it.

“How bout Bam? Can I call you Bam?” she questions sarcastically, Bird obviously told Mickey and her something about his childhood.

“No and you never call me anything but Robert or Bobby so stop using Birdie to get under my skin.”

“Why when it clearly works so well.” she smirked, the others around him smirking too.

They were all very entertained by this and he didn’t like that just bringing up something about his past could get him so angry.

“Children.” demanded Cinco, done with the fighting.

“Anyway,” said Dragon, getting them back on topic, “we need to start small, so she doesn’t get suspicious of what we’re doing.”

They all nodded, agreeing with her. Now they just have to brain storm ideas until they find the best one for Bob to start gaining Bird’s trust and friendship again.

Some ideas that were thrown out didn’t sound like something that Bob would do, more of a Jake thing.

Big gestures and an exclamation of how sorry he is, Bob is more of the quiet type, small gestures and slowly gaining the relationship back the right way.

It took many hours and many rounds of beer and water (for himself) before the group decided on a plan and paid their tabs before going home.

Bob stopped Mickey as they exited the bar, his friend slowly turned around, a smile on his face.

“How is she doing? Is she settingly in nicely?”

The other wizzo lightly slaps his back,“She’s doing good Bob and I’m not gonna lie to you, because you're my friend, she seems sad. She’s putting on a happy act for us, but we can see it in her eyes. Bird keeps busy around the house when we get home from base. If she can’t find anything to clean, she’s either in her room or walking Ozzy.”

Bob smiles, “Birdie has two brothers so she was the only sibling to actually clean when asked and her room was her get away from her brothers who pestered her a lot. I’m worried about her, Mickey. I hate to see her like this, this girl has been nothing but smiles and rainbows and I don’t think I’ve seen her this way except the last night I was in Lemoore.”

“Hey man, like I said yesterday, we’re gonna help you get her back. This is the first time I’ve seen you smile since the wedding and if she can do that by just being in the same room as you or even just being mentioned, I think what you have is worth the it.”

Bob gave Mickey a little side hug before they went to their cars. Lucky was in the front seat of the Garcia’s Jeep, blasting music and headbanging to the lyrics, making the men laugh.

He took off towards his house, listening to her favorite song and smiling like a total idiot.

Birdie’s Basket🧺: @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @bayisdying @starlit-epiphany @gracespicybradshaw

🏷️ list: @luckyladycreator2 @interstellarloneliness

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[drarrypotterrenaissance]

The Picture of Love

The second I saw this delightful art from @anzukero , a fic popped into my head and demanded to be written. This is fluffy and silly and I hope it's at least half as sweet as the art that inspired it 💜

“Harry’s been a bit cagey, lately, don’t you think?”

Hermione tapped another photo strip with her wand, and slid the conjured duplicates into their respective envelopes.

“Er, maybe a bit,” Ron agreed. “Although,” he added, “we haven’t really seen him much lately. I mean, he was at the rehearsal dinner and at the wedding, but we were all pretty busy then, and we only saw him the week before that when he dropped things off for us. And we’ve just been gone for another week, so maybe we haven’t seen him enough to judge it properly.”

Hermione pursed her lips as she looked at another photo strip. “We had dinner with him last night though, didn’t you think he was acting sort of odd then?”

The muggle photo booth at the wedding had been a great idea, Ron could admit, but as he searched for the envelope with Neville Longbottom written on it he was starting to regret agreeing to duplicate and send out all the pictures with everyone’s thank you notes.

“Odd how?”

“Well, you know,” Hermione glanced up, and handed Ron the correct envelope. “He didn’t say much about what he’s been doing recently.”

“Because he kept asking us about the trip! I reckon Italy was more exciting than London was for him this past week; he wanted to hear about it.”

“Yes, but he kept evading our questions about what he had been doing, too,” Hermione persisted.

“Because he wanted to hear more about our trip! I’m sure he’s fine, ‘Mione, don’t worry.”

Hermione looked put out for a second, and then relented. “Oh, alright. We’ll see him in a bit for lunch anyway, we can see if he’s back to normal then.”

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Harry was not, it transpired, acting normal. When Ron and Hermione Apparated to the steps of 12 Grimmauld Place, they had to knock twice before Harry answered. After hanging up their cloaks and exchanging hugs and slaps on the back, Hermione fixed Harry with an appraising eye.

“Are you alright, Harry?”

Harry’s eyes grew wide behind his glasses, and he pushed a hand through his unruly hair, doing little to flatten it.

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seem a bit distracted, is all,” Hermione said. “Did you forget that we were coming by today?”

“What? No! I’m fine, I didn’t forget,” Harry protested, leading them into the living room and glancing all around. “I just lost track of time, sorry. Er, shall we eat?”

But before they could head down into the kitchen, a sharp crack rent the air. Ron reacted first, his Auror’s instincts taking over.

“Did someone just Apparate into your house?” he asked, pulling out his wand and pushing in front of Harry and Hermione. “That sounded like it came from upstairs.”

“No, it must be someone at the front door,” Harry said quickly, while Hermione narrowed her eyes.

A moment later, the doorbell rang, and Harry practically sprinted from the room.

“See! Just someone at the door!” he called back as he reached the entry hall. Ron and Hermione exchanged a look before following him, arriving in time to see Harry opening the door for Draco Malfoy.

“Draco!” Hermione cried, coming over to join the boys in the hall, “It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you as well,” Draco said, accepting her hug. “I trust the honeymoon was enjoyable? Potter said you took a day trip to Pompeii, I would love to hear about it.”

Hermione lit up at once. “Oh, it was wonderful! We were able to book a magical tour guide, and he told us the most fascinating things about how the preservation charms on the magical houses reacted to the ash fall, and how they’ve been modifying those charms today to continue the magical maintenance of the site!”

Ron grinned down at his wife, sliding an arm around her waist. “He hasn’t even taken his cloak off yet Hermione, give him a chance to breathe.” Then, turning to Draco he said, “Why don’t you join us for lunch - Harry always cooks enough to feed a small army anyway, and we can tell you all about the trip.”

“What do you say, Potter?” Draco smirked. “Can I join you all for lunch?”

Harry just flushed pink and nodded, before heading back down to the kitchen once more.

The rest of lunch was even stranger. Harry kept dropping things, and his cheeks grew steadily redder until Hermione checked to see if he was running a fever. Draco seemed to be silently laughing at him the entire time, although neither Ron nor Hermione could figure out what the joke was. Harry seemed anxious and on edge, and continued evading all questions about his own life. Finally, in what seemed to be an attempt at salvaging the afternoon, Draco brought the conversation back around to the wedding.

“I meant to tell you on the day, but I never got the chance to - the venue you chose was lovely.”

“Thank you!” Hermione turned to smile at Ron. “Ron was actually the one who found it, he spent an entire day visiting all the venues I had researched, and then heard someone mention one other place he might like, and he knew at once it would be perfect for us.”

“I wouldn’t have credited you with such good taste, Weasley,” Draco said, grinning good-naturedly. “Did you choose the caterers too?”

“Of course! But the photo booth was all Hermione’s idea; did you get a chance to test it out?”

“We’ve spent all morning sorting through the pictures to send them out to everyone, but we haven’t made it through the pile yet,” Hermione added.

Draco went very still, and Harry, who had just taken a sip of his water, inhaled sharply and began to choke and splutter. As if moving through a trance, Draco turned absently and hit him on the back.

“You’re looking through everyone’s pictures?” Harry asked, wheezing slightly.

“Of course! We’re duplicating each photo strip to send out with thank you notes for everyone, and we’re keeping a copy for ourselves as well.”

Harry and Draco exchanged a look that Hermione couldn’t parse.

“Do you, er, do you need any help with that?” Harry asked.

“We would be more than happy to lend a hand!” Draco added, a little too brightly.

Hermione looked at Ron, and then back at the boys. “No thanks, we’re alright. It’s been a lot of fun, actually, seeing everyone all dressed up again.”

“And we’re getting all the good gossip too!” Ron interjected, leaning in. “You’ll never guess who Anthony was kissing in his pictures!”

“I don’t think that’s appropriate,” Draco said in cold, clipped tones, at the same time as Harry said, “I don’t think anyone realized you would be looking through their pictures, don’t spread things like that around!”

“What?” Ron laughed, as though someone in the room had missed a joke. “It’s their own fault for snogging in a photo booth at our wedding!”

“Maybe,” Draco said, in a voice so prim it seemed almost painful, “they hadn’t realized it wasn’t a private space, and they wouldn’t want to be embarrassed by you.”

Hermione raised her eyebrows at Ron, but Harry interrupted their silent conversation with a worried question of his own.

“Would, um, Anthony be embarrassed?”

Draco turned to him so quickly Ron thought he could hear his neck crack.

“No! There’s nothing wrong with kissing,” he paused, “someone, but he may not want people to know.”

“Why wouldn’t he want people to know, if there’s ‘nothing wrong with kissing someone’?” Harry spat back.

“Maybe he’s just not ready to tell people!” Draco yelled.

“Why wouldn’t he be?”

“Maybe he’s scared that people won’t like him dating… the person who he's dating!”

“That’s stupid! He's obviously head over heels for him!"

Harry’s face was flushed, and Draco had angry pink slashes of color appearing on his cheekbones. Ron looked at Hermione in panic, and she stared right back with wide eyes.

“'He's obviously head over heels for him? How on earth is he supposed to know that?" Draco huffed, and stormed over to the sink where he began washing the dishes with more force than was strictly necessary. Harry stared after him for a moment, his entire body seeming to deflate, and then he muttered, ���Maybe he's been doing his best to show him, but doesn't know how to prove that he doesn't care what other people think,” and turned back around to Ron and Hermione.

There was a beat of silence where Draco went completely still while the water splashed into the sink before Hermione spoke.

“Thanks for lunch, Harry. It was really nice seeing you, and you too, Draco.” She and Ron began heading for the door.

“We’ll, uh, see you around, yeah mate?” Ron tried, but Harry only nodded and waved half-heartedly before closing the front door.

“See?” Hermione said, the second they landed in their living room. “Harry’s acting odd!”

“Yeah,” Ron agreed, shaking his head. “I had no idea he would get so upset about Anthony. And Draco too, for that matter, they hardly know each other!”

“Do you think we should ask Anthony about it? I mean, maybe he knows why Harry’s been so cagey lately. Do you think they saw much of each other while we were gone?”

Hermione sat down next to Ron as she spoke, picking up her half of the photo pile to begin sorting again. When Ron didn’t respond, she looked over at him. He had gone deathly pale.

“Ron? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think it’s Anthony that Harry’s been spending his free time with,” he croaked.

“What? Why do you say that?” Hermione asked.

In response, Ron slid her the photo strip he had been holding.

There, in three pastel-toned pictures, Hermione watched as Harry grinned at the camera with his arm slung around a smiling Draco, then turned to look at him, both of their expressions going soft and gentle, before the Harry in the third picture leaned in to kiss the clearly besotted Draco beside him.

“Ohhh,” Hermione said, “It all makes so much sense!”

#my fic #drarry #drarry fic #the picture of love

[mrs-maximoff-barnes-smith]

Stay With Me

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

what to expect: angst lmao, slight allusion to smut but it’s pretty small

A/N: this came to me while listening to Ghost’s cover of “Stay” with Patrick Wilson (they use it in the credits of the last ‘Insidious’ movie), i heard it and could picture Eddie and Steve so clearly with it. highly recommend you give it a listen!! this whole thing was a bit of an escape for me since i’ve been so busy lately. and while we all know how things go in the Upside Down, i decided to leave the ending as ambiguous otherwise i would’ve cried a bunch. AND gif credit goes to @acecroft​

word count: 1.4k

If this world is wearing thin

And you’re thinking of escape

I’ll go anywhere with you

Just wrap me up in chains

        Eddie couldn’t believe his ears. “You’re telling me the most sought-out ladies’ man of Hawkins High is lonely? I don’t see it.” Steve’s shoulders fell as he grumbled. “I’ve never…connected with any of them, ya know? Why do you think I haven’t actually stayed with anyone?” Eddie thought about what he said. Really, he understood. Eddie never truly felt a pull to anyone either. He had some nice hookups here and there, but no one was worth seeing another time. 

       “Well if it helps, our dear little town probably isn’t the best place to find love, or whatever, anyways.” He grinned at Steve, happy to see a small smile breaking out on his face. “You’re not wrong. I might have better luck somewhere else. Somewhere with less close minded people.” Two instances of common ground with Steve Harrington in the span of five minutes? Not a chance. “When have you dealt with close minded people? You’re not a so-called freak.” Eddie noticed Steve’s gaze stick to the ground. “I mean, not that it’s impossible. Like we agreed, there’s plenty of shitty people here.” Steve quirked a brow and nodded. “I just meant cause you were, ya know, before graduating.” 

        Steve looked up at Eddie, a secret swimming in his eyes, not yet ready to come out of hiding. “I also hated who I was. I was a dick. I wasn’t myself. It was all…bullshit. Everyone just ate it up because it didn’t make them uncomfortable.” 

Uncomfortable. 

         Eddie felt the unspoken truth behind Steve’s words. He also felt how nervous Steve was to even say such an ambiguous statement.

        “I understand.” Steve’s eyes brightened just a fraction. Was he hopeful? Was he relieved? Did he really realize what was being said? Eddie had no idea, but he knew he needed to keep that light in Steve’s eyes. “Tell ya what, after all this is said and done, we can just go. Anywhere you want. We’ll find a place for you.” For both of us. “I-yeah, yeah okay. That sounds nice.” 

In the silence of your room

In the darkness of your dreams

You must only think of me

There can be no in between

         Steve tossed and turned on the couch next to Eddie’s room all night. His mind was plagued with visions of Eddie disappearing. He wasn’t a stranger to calling the Munson boy “Freak” in the past, thinking he was an outcast for a reason. In a way, Steve was right. Eddie was an outcast, just not in the way he perceived. Getting to know him over the last few days, Steve grew to understand that Eddie was one of few people who truly saw him. Someone he connected with. Someone he didn’t want to lose. 

         Eddie held himself in a bed that wasn’t his own, wishing he could just sleep. He didn’t know if he’d get to go back to his trailer again but he was finally out of the boatshack. And yet, his eyes wouldn’t close. He stared at the wall, deep in thought. The conversations between him and the Harrington boy played over and over in his brain. He was a clueless asshole in school, Eddie taunted him more than once for being referred to as “King”. Apparently he actually had a heart, a fragile one. But he’s still just as clueless. Eddie laughed to himself, the sound echoing in the otherwise empty space.

When your pride is on the floor

I’ll make you beg for more

      “Damnit, Harrington. This would go a lot smoother if you sat still.” Steve winced. “It would go a lot smoother if you were actually being gentle, Munson.” Eddie narrowed his eyes. “Wanna patch yourself up?” Steve kept his mouth shut. “That’s what I thought.” 

       Steve winced a few more times, trying his best not to move too much. Eddie focused on wrapping Steve up after his wounds were clean. “Is everyone else okay?” Eddie nodded. “We were scared out of our minds, still kinda are, but we’re alright.” “...Thank you.” Eddie adjusted the final wrapping and nodded. “Of course. I mean, we can’t have our dear king Steve dying on us before the real battle starts.” If Steve didn’t know Eddie was joking, his glare could have very well killed him. The tiny smile underneath betrayed his fake annoyance at the title.

      “I can’t believe you went headfirst like that without thinking of any threats on the other side.” Steve could tell it was a compliment of sorts. He knew Eddie meant that he was brave, the Munson boy having told him more than once before that he was always one to run away. But he couldn’t let go of the words “without thinking”. He wasn’t thinking. Again. He made a stupid choice. Again. 

      “Do you think it was a dumb move?” Do you think I’m dumb? Eddie frowned. He knew what Steve really meant. He knew how Steve felt about himself. “Honestly? If I had the courage you do, I would’ve done the same thing.” Steve tilted his head and scratched the back of his neck. “Ya know, I’m not as brave as you seem to think I am.” Eddie rolled his eyes. “And you’re not a coward like you claim to be.” Eddie looked up and blinked. “W-what?” “You talk about running from your problems, but you forget to acknowledge the part where you continue going back, facing them again and again. You could’ve dropped out, but you’re still going to school, you’re still working towards graduating. You could’ve left town, finding an escape elsewhere, away from Jason and all the other players who hurt you. But you go back every day with your head high and live your life. You’ve chosen to stick it out in a place you’ve never really felt you belonged and made it your own. You–” Steve didn’t get to finish his sentence. Eddie’s lips covered his with a kiss that filled his very soul. 

       Steve started to kiss him back just as Eddie pulled away, leaning his forehead against Steve’s. “Please tell me I haven’t been reading this all wrong.” Steve’s only response was to pull Eddie in for another kiss. The two felt each other’s smiles on their lips. 

       Steve broke away first for air. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Eddie’s lips maneuvered down to his neck, speaking between kisses, “I think I have a pretty good idea.” Steve used one hand to hold himself up against the table from before and the other ran through Eddie’s hair. Eddie left one more kiss on his shoulder before leaning back just enough so he could see Steve’s face again. Thank God. The light in Steve’s eyes was brighter than ever. 

       “I told you you’re braver than you give yourself credit for.” Eddie rolled his eyes and laughed at Steve’s words. His eyes flicked down Steve’s body, making sure the wrapping was still intact and there wasn’t any blood seeping through. “Hey, I’m okay.” His eyes flicked down a second time and noticed Steve’s pants. “You sure, Stevie? Cause I can think of at least one part of you that could use more of my attention.” He grinned when Steve’s face turned pink. He didn’t expect anything, but he enjoyed teasing the Harrington boy.

        Steve surprised Eddie when he leaned in to kiss him again, whispering “please” against his lips.

You’d better hope and pray 

That you’ll make it safe back to your own world

You’d better hope and pray

That you’ll wake one day in your own world

        The boys trailed after Dustin and the girls through the Upside Down, keeping their eyes out for anything that might swoop down or sneak underneath them. “You still wanna get out of here after this is over?” With me. Eddie looked at Steve, reading his face. “Of course I do. There’s nothing I’d rather do more.” They exchanged soft smiles and kept walking. 

        The party reached its destination to split up, everyone looking between each other with worry. They went over the plan and nodded at each other. Nancy and Robin exchanged glances, Dustin hugged Steve harder than he probably should have in his recovering state and saluted the girls. 

         Steve Harrington looked into Eddie Munson’s eyes, full of hope and fear at the same time. Not caring what any of the other party members may say, the two held each other’s faces and met with a kiss. Short but filled with words that both were afraid to say out loud, “You better come back to me,” “I promise I’ll be okay.” They pulled back at the same time, each taking their own deep breaths.

  “Don’t be a hero.”

Stay with me

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[idiotlovesongs]

The Letters pt. 4

Dear Will,

It sucks going from Lenora to Hawkins. I get that I probably didn’t get the full Lenora experience since I visited for only a week, but it was fun being there with you and El. I missed you guys. I miss you guys. I’m stuck in stupid fucking Hawkins where the people are dicks, and there’s nothing to do anymore, and I’m so tired all the time.

Maybe it’s my fault that I’m tired. It is currently 2:00 A.M., and I have to get up in four hours. You noticed it while I was there, but I haven’t been able to fall asleep lately. Lately can be used if I mean two months ago, right? Either way, I just can’t seem to do it. Sometimes I can take a nap when Holly doesn’t bother me. Do you think we were annoying to Nancy and Jonathan when we were her age? Holly really is working my last nerve. She sees that I’m pissed already and chooses that exact moment to poke the bear. Then she gets all weepy when I snap. If I cried every time Nance told me to leave her alone when I was Holly’s age, I would have never stopped.

Anyways, yeah, you saw that I wasn’t sleeping. I still don’t know how you heard me leave your room. I thought I was being quiet. It was nice walking around with you, even if your mom yelled at us for going out past 1:00 A.M. You always know what to say when I’m being dumb.

My mom keeps trying to talk to me about my sleeping problems, but it’s weird having heart-to-hearts with her. It’s usually the two of us at the dining table, sitting across from one another. She tries to reach her for my hand, and I put it under the table because it feels so fucking patronizing to have her stroke my hand and ask me what’s wrong. What the fuck does she think is wrong? I’m just tired. I try to tell her that and she keeps digging. She has one set of claws in my shoulder so I don’t run away and another down my throat hoping I vomit up whatever answer she’s expecting. 

She always brings you up, you know. She thinks I’m still messed up about you leaving. Fucking hell, you cry in your mom’s arms once about something, and she won’t let it go. I think that’s part of the reason she was so eager to let me go to Lenora. 

I told my dad that I think I want to move to California after I finish high school, and he just shut me down completely. Way to go supporting your kid. 10/10 parenting right there. He thinks I’ll be living in his basement for all my life. They both do. They say that’s where I spend all my time anyways. Maybe if there was some shit to do in this town, I’d fucking go out more. Maybe if they were actually nice to be around, I would leave more often. They complain about never seeing me, but when they do, they’re always on my dick about something.

If I moved to Cali for college, would you want to be roommates? I know it’s a ways away, but it would suck to have rando when I could be with you. It’ll be like when you used to stay over and we’d sleep in the basement, except we’d have real beds. I guess part of the appeal was sleeping on the floor though. It sucks we grew out of our sleeping bags. We should buy an adult size and pretend we’re in my basement again one day. Or you could visit and we could actually stay there.

I wish you were coming here for Christmas. Both of you. Have you opened your present yet or are you waiting? We should open our presents on the phone with each other so I at least get to hear your reaction. You don’t mind surprises so I doubt you’re thinking about it too hard.

I should probably try to sleep now. It’s been, like, an hour since I’ve started writing.

From, Mike

pt. 1, pt. 2 pt. 3, pt. 5

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