#i sing this part to myself sometimes it's fun

[ilhoonftw]

you may not like it, but this is what peak performance looks like

#i sing this part to myself sometimes it's fun #i can't sing btw #btob #eunkwang #sungjae #hyunsik #changsub

[blackbleedingrose]

Long Lost Morningstar - Part Three

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing(s): Charlie x reader (platonic), Vaggie x reader (platonic), Emily x reader (platonic), Sera x reader (platonic), Charlie x Vaggie

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Betrayal

Warning(s): Cursing, lies, betrayal

Notes: This is the third installment of LLM. This part will be shorter than part 2 and will finally go over the trial and (Y/N)'s reaction the extermination. I'm going to be honest, I'm dropping my other hazbin mini series. This is only until I can find the time and motivation to write it. I'm really busy with school and work, and lately my obsession with Hazbin has started to die down. I still love the series and fandom, but that's just something that happens to me from time to time when I watch a new series or get into a fandom. It comes and it goes, and I've been reading a lot of hazbin stuff but now it's starting to feel like an obligation I've set for myself and it makes reading less fun and more like a chore. I have no doubt my obsession will come back when the 2nd season comes out. This happens will all the fandoms I am apart of - like right now, I'm obsessing over Avatar the last airbender again after rewatching the series (not the live action). Don't worry, I'll continue this series as I don't want this to end up unfinished. I have the outline pretty much written, but it will take time to finish - so, please, bare with me.

Singing Colors: Adam, Lute, Charlie, Emily, Sera, (Y/N).

Words: 1631

"If Hell is forever, than Heaven must be a lie!".

As the time of the trial drew closer, there seemed to be a few hiccups on Heaven's side of things.

The angel who was supposed to be the trial's stenographer got a nasty cold and all the replacements had their own responsibilities to attend to. The only angel available just so happened to be (Y/N) herself.

When one of the court angels asked (Y/N) if she could do it, she didn't hesitate to accept.

Now she had the perfect excuse to watch Charlie's trial without having to sneak in!

Imagine Sera's surprise and horror when she saw (Y/N) sitting at the stenographer's desk.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here? Where's Angela?" Sera asked. She was a bit panicked, but did her best to hide it. (Y/N) smiled politely at the higher seraphim, clearly oblivious to Sera's rigid demeanor. "She got a pretty bad cold last minute and all of the other replacements were busy today; and since I was the only one who was available - here I am!".

Sera gave her an uneasy smile, "I see. Thank you for your help today, it's much appreciated". This was the last thing she wanted. The resemblance between (Y/N) and the Princess of Hell was very difficult to ignore and could raise questions if it wasn't for the stardust story Heaven fed everyone.

Sera had wanted to keep (Y/N) away from the trial in hopes of avoiding any contact between her and Charlie. She didn't want (Y/N) to accidently discover the truth about her lineage.

Sera loved (Y/N) like a daughter.

When (Y/N) was younger Michael would sometimes have Sera babysit while he attended to his more serious duties.

She practically helped raise her and she refused to let some misguided demon princess and her partner ruin that.

Unfortunately, the court needed a stenographer.

With no one else available, she was left with no other option.

Sera thanked (Y/N) for her hard work and for stepping in.

She gave the girl a gentle forehead kiss before leaving her to prepare for the trial.

It was only for today and once this pointless trial was over everything would go back to the way it was.

And (Y/N) would be none the wiser and away from that misguided influence.

However, things weren't as perfect as Sera had hoped for.

The moment Charlie and Vaggie entered the courtroom and saw (Y/N) sitting at the stenographer's desk, the two cousins eagerly waved at each other.

Sera's eyes widened in horror. No. This wasn't supposed to happen - it was the worse case scenario.

When did those two meet?!

She sighed in frustration already knowing that (Y/N) must have sought the girl out herself.

Dammit Emily.

(Y/N)'s curiosity was her biggest flaw and was going to end up getting her into serious trouble if not handled properly.

Sera quickly composed herself. No point in losing herself and catching any unnecessary attention.

She still had a trial to run and then she'll have a talk with (Y/N) later.

Now, (Y/N) was nice to just about everyone. She could get along with just about anyone she's ever met. But there was one person, or rather two, she just couldn't stand.

Adam and his little crony Lute.

These two irritated her to no ends with how high and mighty they acted. How either of them managed to stay in Heaven was beyond her.

Her father just told her to bare it, despite him also disliking the two of them - especially that narcissistic douchebag Adam.

(Y/N) did her best to hide her grimace whenever Adam spoke during the trial.

As the trial went on (Y/N) felt a little nervous when Charlie was shut down from making anymore definition references. She could see how nervous her poor cousin was getting.

When Charlie looked over at her, (Y/N) made sure to give her a small smile and mouthed, "You've got this".

This managed to help calm Charlie's nerves enough for her to regain her composure. Charlie got a little more confident when presenting Angel Dust, the hotel's first patron.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes when Adam spoke up again trying to discredit her cousin.

"Well if you know so much, what do you think it takes to get into Heaven?".

Charlie's question stumped more than just Adam. (Y/N) had to take a moment to think - how does someone get into Heaven?

Being Heaven-born (Y/N)'s never had to be on the other end with humans who had to earn their place in paradise. And if someone as crude and vile as Adam can get into Heaven then what did it take for others, especially the damned who didn't deserve Hell - like children, for example.

Adam quickly wrote on a piece of paper before giving it to Vaggie to read aloud.

"'Act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the man?' - are you fucking serious?".

"Uh, yeah. Sure got me here, didn't it? Right, Sera?".

(Y/N) raised a brow. That's all it took to get someone into Heaven?

Charlie tried to argue Angel was doing all of those things, to which the court decided to observe Angel through the courtroom's orb. At first, things weren't looking good for Charlie when Angel gave into peer pressure.

(Y/N) bit her lip, silently hoping this would somehow take a turn for the better. She really wanted Charlie to show her hotel worked and for Adam to eat his words.

Luckily, things did start looking up when Angel took care of his friend, Nifty, and defended her from that awful moth demon.

"Then why isn't he here, huh?".

(Y/N) paused her typing - why isn't he here?

This started a whole argument at the unfairness of it all. How even those in Hell could be redeemed if only given the chance. (Y/N) and Emily saw the change in Angel and how he did everything on Adam's list.

"A man only lives once, we'll see you in one month".

. . . Wait what?

(Y/N) furrowed her brows in confusion. One month? What was he talking about?

"Gotta say I can't wait to-"

"Adam".

(Y/N) looked up at Sera, did she know what he was talking about? What the hell was going on?!

"Come down and exterminate you".

. . . WHAT?!

(Y/N) and Emily looked horrified at the shocking news.

"Wait!".

"Shit!".

(Y/N) and Emily fly over to Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, and Lute looking sadly at the orb showing the residents in Hell being mercilessly killed by the exorcists.

"What are you saying?"

"Let me get this straight".

"You go down there and kill those poor souls?".

"You didn't know?".

Charlie was shocked to hear that not all of Heaven knew about the exterminations. She was relieved to hear that her cousin didn't know and that she seemed to be against it.

"Whoops!".

"Guess the cat's outta the bag!".

"What's the big deal?".

(Y/N) and Emily turned and looked up at Sera.

"Sera tell us that you didn't know".

"I thought since I'm older, it's my load to shoulder".

"No".

"You have to listen, it was such a hard decision".

Sera flew down from her seat.

"I wanted to save you".

She took (Y/N) and Emily's hand in her own.

"The anguish it takes to, do what was required".

The hellfire reflecting in Sera's eyes unnerved (Y/N) and Emily - almost like she enjoyed the suffering and senseless murder of the sinners in Hell.

The two glared at Sera.

"To think that we admired you".

They tore their hands from hers and flew back away from her.

"Well, we don't need your condescension! We're not children to protect! Was talk of virtue just pretention? Were we too naive to expect you, to head the morals you're purveying?".

The two flew back down in front of the orb.

"That's what the fuck I've been saying!".

Charlie walked over to the two angel's grabbing their hands.

(Y/N), Charlie, and Emily moved up and stood on top of the orb showing the exorcists killing sinners.

"If Hell is forever, than Heaven must be a lie!".

"Emily! (Y/N)!".

"If angels can do whatever and remain in the sky!".

The three jumped down and stood before Sera.

"The rules are shades of gray when you don't do as you say! When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again!".

Things only continued getting worse with Charlie finding out Vaggie was an angel and an ex-exorcist, Sera's final ruling of no evidence of sinners being able to be redeemed, and Adam's threat of coming to their hotel first.

"Charlie, it will be okay! I'll find a way to help you - I promise!" (Y/N) called out before Charlie and Vaggie were forced to back to Hell.

After Sera had finished talking to Emily, she went after (Y/N) who had already left the courtroom.

"(Y/N)! Wait, please!" Sera begged grabbing (Y/N) by her wrist. "Please, let me explain!".

(Y/N) turned her head and glared at Sera with such intensity it sent shivers down the High Seraphim's spine. She's never seen (Y/N) look at her like that before.

It broke her heart to see the girl she's helped raise and thought of as a surrogate daughter look at her with such anger and disgust.

"Explain what, Sera?! That you've been here playing God and allowing the murder of sinners! They're already in Hell, what more could you possibly want?! They don't deserve this!" (Y/N) yanked her wrist from Sera's hold and flew away.

She couldn't believe this had been going on and she never even knew! Tears filled her eyes as she thought about her poor cousin. She knew needed to do something to help Charlie.

But first, she needed to see whether or not her father and the other archangels knew about this all along.

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[prettyboyeddiemunson]

part two: when i think about you, i touch myself

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: takes place directly after eddie catches you touching yourself in part one.

word count: 6.6k 

warnings: oral sex (female receiving), fingering, squirting, breast/nipple play, unprotected sex, brief choking/throat grabbing & finger sucking, mentions of male & female masturbation, dirty talk. this is pure filth from beginning to end. 

a/n: i know a lot of you have been waiting for this one, so i hope you enjoy it!! sorry for such a long wait, but as you can tell by the word count, this one is longer than the first part. also, apologies if you asked to be tagged and weren’t; the taglist would have been massive!

minors dni!

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You were collecting yourself as you lay upon your bed, lost in bliss from your climax. A lazy grin was forming on your lips, basking in the afterglow of your own creation. Despite the fact that you thoroughly enjoyed yourself, you knew that familiar guilt would inevitably creep in—the type that usually accompanied the fantasies and how you chose to act on them. It wasn’t as though you were thinking such things about someone famous, or someone you barely knew; they were about Eddie, your best friend in the whole damn world. Of course, you couldn’t help the way you felt about him, nor could you just flip a switch to stop being sexually attracted to him. He was gorgeous, he was so fun to be around, he had the most radiant smile and the biggest, prettiest brown eyes you’d ever seen…

And you were head over heels in love with the boy. 

You hadn’t always been, though, nor had you been in love with him for very long. Your romantic feelings were fairly recent–about six months ago, give or take–but they were so damn strong. In fact, you couldn’t believe that there was a time when you didn't love him; he was everything you ever dreamed of in a partner. When you discovered that you were in love with him, it was as if a curtain finally lifted and showed you what you were missing beyond. The realization came after a particularly difficult period in your life, where he had been there for you constantly. No one else was by your side in ways that he had been–sleeping over, cuddling with you all through the night, bringing drugs & booze (not the wisest decision, but it helped, all the same), and listening to you when you needed it most. You spent those days lying in his arms, his fingers brushing through your hair as you lay together, sometimes in complete silence as you took in the solace of the quiet company. That’s what sealed the deal for you, and opened your eyes to your own feelings; but even still, it felt so dirty to be imagining him in the ways that you always did. 

The first time you got yourself off to him wasn’t too long after your realization. You were in bed, listening to the mixtape he made for you as a birthday gift, while flipping through the other half of the present–a scrapbook that he put together, of the two of you. It was such a thoughtful gift, and something that just seemed so unlike Eddie. Mixtapes, sure; he had a talent for making some of the best tapes you’d ever heard. Scrapbooking, though? It just didn’t seem to be in Eddie’s wheelhouse, but either way, you appreciated it. He chose some of the best photos of you two, and you couldn’t help but smile as you turned every page. Every photo of him, especially the ones where he was smiling or being goofy, made your heart sing with so much love. 

Then you got to the picture of him out at Lover’s Lake last summer, and you could do nothing but stare as you swallowed thickly. This particular photo was a shirtless close-up of Eddie, showcasing the tattoos on his body and faint traces of muscle in his arms & chest. His long hair hung over his shoulders, curls frizzy from the humidity as he flashed devil horns to the camera with a wink & his tongue out. You’d seen him shirtless before, and only felt a small stirring of something you could never identify; but you never felt it as intensely as in that moment. You eventually ended up with a pillow between your legs, grinding against it as you coaxed two orgasms with the downright filthy thoughts going through your head. You felt a strange sense of guilt and bliss when you were done, and you also had time on your side that night. You had the entire night to fantasize about him, feeling the wetness spreading through your panties every single time you pictured him with his head between your legs, or his guitar-calloused fingers deep inside of you, or how goddamn good he would probably feel as he fucked the absolute shit out of you.

Now, though, you didn’t have the luxury of time. You had to get up and start getting ready for Eddie’s visit, even though he was still hours away from arriving. You needed a shower after that little session, since you were basically covered in a thin sheen of sweat and your own cum. You also wanted to have a little wiggle room to get yourself looking nice, so spending that extra time on those things definitely wouldn’t hurt. You began to wonder what he was doing at that moment, and how well practice was going for him. The very image of him playing guitar, his fingers running along the strings as he tossed his hair, nearly caused you to start touching yourself again. Every time you went to one of his shows, you had to fight with yourself not to jump him right there on that fucking stage. It made for some interesting fantasies later on, though; you had to give yourself that much, at least. 

You sighed before you could start touching yourself again, propping yourself on your elbows. You shook your head, trying to free the thoughts from your mind as you focused on getting ready & what outfit you should change into. You thought about choosing his favorite, the one that he was constantly complimenting you on every time you wore it, and decided to see if it was even clean or not. If not, you would probably have to throw in a load of laundry, on top of everything else. You almost slung your legs over the bed, so that you could get up and start getting ready. You never made it that far, though; you were stopped dead as your bedroom door further opened, and Eddie walked in.

To say that you were shocked would be a massive understatement. Eddie was now standing in your room, his body language conveying anxiety, with his fly unzipped and a noticeable outline in the front of his jeans. You were mortified, and didn’t know what you should do. You didn’t want to believe that he heard anything, but you knew better. From the way he was acting, to the obvious erection straining in his pants, you had an inkling that he heard part of it, at least. Your heart hammered in your chest, your cheeks flaming hot as you ducked your head. 

“What are you…?” you began, clearing your throat after swallowing. “What are you doing here? I thought you had practice.”

Eddie smiled, rubbing the back of his neck as you drew the blanket further up your body. “Oh, that got cancelled. I thought maybe I’d drop by a little early and surprise you; seems like I did a pretty good job of that.”

Your cheeks were still scorching, and you lay back against the pillows as you kept your gaze away from him. “How long were you here? I mean…how long did you…?”

“I’ve been here long enough,” Eddie replied, and you thought that you could see relief settling on his face. “It sounded like you were having fun without me–physically, at least.”

Eddie stepped further inside the room until he was next to your bed, and you kept your head down to avoid looking at him. Goddammit, you were foolish to believe that this would remain a secret; as often as you touched yourself to him, he was bound to catch you sooner or later. His fingers brushed your covered thigh, and the simple touch sent a shiver down your spine. You finally turned your head to him, and he was beaming at you with that familiar arrogance. You swallowed, unable to believe that any of this was real. If you weren’t so transfixed in those doe eyes of his, or still feeling so ashamed, then you would have pinched yourself. 

“I’m sorry,” you managed, shivering again as his fingers circled your knee. “I wasn’t expecting you until much later.”

“Nah, don’t be sorry,” he said. “It’s my fault; I should have called ahead, or just waited. But you know, if it makes you feel any better, that wasn’t the first time I’ve ever heard a girl moaning my name.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, watching his fingers as they trailed along your thigh. His fingertips glided down your calf, then up to your knee, before the backs of his fingers brushed along your inner thighs. His touch was innocent enough, but it sent a fresh jolt of arousal straight to your cunt. You pressed your thighs together after he moved his fingers back to your knee, trying to quell the ache that was settling between your legs. He sat on the bed, one arm on your other side as he leaned over you, his lips pulling into a smile. His face was inches from yours, and it took every ounce of willpower you had not to close the gap and kiss him until you were both breathless. The fingers that were on your leg now came up to caress your cheek, his eyes boring deeply into yours.

“What were you thinking about?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t know what you–”

“Oh, come on, y/n. You know damn good & well what I mean. Look, you can tell me, alright? I promise that I’m not going to judge you, or that it won’t be weird.”

“It really won’t be too weird?” you asked, chewing your lower lip in uncertainty. “I mean, I know you just…heard me in here–”

“Not only heard, saw,” Eddie interrupted, moving closer to you. Your eyes grew big, and he shook his head with a reassuring, gentle smile. “No, no, don’t worry. I’m not grossed out or freaked out, or anything. It was fucking hot as shit, honestly.”

“You’re really not disgusted?” you asked. “Considering how close we’ve always been?”

“Let me tell you a little secret,” Eddie said, looking around the room for dramatic effect. When he turned to you again, his lips were now barely an inch from yours. “You have been my top sexual fantasy for the last two years.”

Your eyes widened in shock, and you weren’t even sure that you heard him correctly. “Wait, what? Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” Eddie said, putting his fist over his heart as a signal that he was telling the truth. He gripped the back of your neck, caressing the skin there as his eyes met yours again. “You’ve actually been my ONLY fantasy for two years, so I guess I kinda bent the truth a little bit when I–”

“Eddie?”

“Yes?”

“Can you please stop babbling and just…kiss me?”

He smirked, but couldn’t mask the surprise at what you’d said. It was written in his eyes, in the way his lips slightly parted before he smiled, in his entire demeanor. He leaned in closer, but hesitated when his lips were just a breath from yours. You had a hunch as to why he was so reluctant, because the same thought had also crossed your own mind. If he kissed you, everything between the two of you would change forever. However, when you considered the fact that he just saw you masturbating to him, a kiss was actually the most tame thing you could do. You curled your lips inward, and then pressed them to his when you felt a momentary surge of courage. 

His lips were soft and sweet against yours, so warm and welcoming. You could feel the tension in his body melting away at the contact, and his hand that was on the back of your neck now settled behind your head. One of yours rested on his shoulder, toying with some of his long hair as you wrapped it around your fingers. He shuddered, kissing you harder and more desperately as you hummed against his lips. He drew you closer by the waist with his other hand, which caused you to mewl softly. His tongue found your lips, subtle at first as the tip swiped over the seal of your mouth. His desire became more obvious, though, with the greedy pressing of his tongue against your lips. You opened your mouth to accept him, and his tongue swiped past yours as you whimpered. He was an even better kisser than you imagined, and you couldn’t get enough of him already. You sat up and slung your legs on either side of his lap, the blanket that covered your body falling to the floor. You braced your hands on his shoulders for a moment, straddling him before tangling your hands deeply in his hair. The two of you were still kissing, and his hands came down to squeeze your now-exposed ass. 

“Eddie,” you sighed as the kiss broke, your breath stolen as he began kissing down your neck. 

“That’s it,” he cooed, smiling against your skin. “Say my name, just like that.”

“I…” you began, crying out as he gently bit on the most sensitive area of your neck. You began to grind against him, rocking your hips against his clothed erection, the wetness of your pussy soaking the front of his jeans. You could feel his cock pulsating against you through the fabric, and your nails grazed his scalp as he sucked the area where your neck & shoulder joined. “I did this to you, huh? Listening to me get myself off made you throbbing hard like this?”

“Mmm hmm,” he hummed, the pressure of his mouth on your sensitive skin making your head swim. “Seems like I’m not the only one who’s turned on, though. It feels like you’re making a pretty good mess all over my pants right now.”

“I can’t help it,” you said, your hips still grinding against him as both of you mewled. “You just have that effect on me.”

“That makes two of us, then,” he said with a breathy laugh, but before you could respond, he was attacking your lips in a hard, messy kiss. 

You were still stunned over how right all of this felt. You had been so worried that it might be awkward, or feel forced, or that it would be so wrong altogether. But his hands trailing over your back, as he kissed you like you were the very thing keeping him alive, squashed those fears. The two of you kissed hotly, sloppily, both of you moaning softly in each other’s mouths as his hands dipped under your shirt. With every trace of his fingers down your spine, you fell even more in love, and when they finally made their way to the front of your body, you felt something else entirely. His fingers caressed the bare skin beneath the shirt as they slowly, teasingly made their way to your breasts. You nearly exploded, your body leaning into his touch as you anticipated his next move. You were lost in lust, drowning under the waves of desire until you were breathing in nothing but him. 

“Mmm,” you breathed, his hands enveloping your breasts. Your hands tangled even more deeply in his hair, tugging as he massaged your tits in his palms. His tongue pressed deeper into your mouth as he kissed you passionately, his groan vibrating against your lips. Your head fell back as he pinched a nipple between his fingers, and he took that as an opportunity to leave open-mouthed, rough kisses over your throat. “Fuck, Eddie…”

“Shit,” he hissed, tugging both nipples before rubbing the erect buds with his thumbs. “Did you think about me doing this? Or maybe it was more along the lines of this?”

He pushed you onto your back, sinking lower until his mouth was level to your nipple. He put his mouth over the still-clothed bud, and it peaked further under his lips. You sucked in a breath, grabbing his hair in one hand and the headboard in the other. His breath, hot and damp, felt incredible as the cloth of your shirt held it hostage against your skin. The sensation that his tongue left behind–the added friction, the pressure he used, the feeling of his breath–had you clawing at his scalp as he mewled. His eyes trailed up to your face, watching you closely as he sucked generously. He stopped after a moment and you whined, eyes finding him to see what he was up to.

“When you imagined me doing this,” he said, his chin propped on your chest, “I’m betting the shirt wasn’t part of the equation. Was it?”

“No,” you said with a slight shake of your head. “It…It wasn’t.”

“So, you did fantasize about it, then?” Eddie asked smugly, tugging your nipple in his teeth as you moaned.

“Yeah, I did,” you admitted. “I imagined you ripping off my shirt and sucking on my tits. The thought of that always makes me so wet; you have no fucking idea.”

“Ripping it off, huh?” Eddie said, smirking as he studied the shirt. “How much do you like this one?”

“I didn’t mean literally!” you cried with a laugh.

“I think I could tear it,” Eddie mused. “It looks pretty thin and flimsy. Shall I give it a shot?”

“You’re unbelievable,” you teased, watching as he grabbed the neck of your shirt. “Do your worst.”

It took Eddie two tries, but he actually did tear it. It ripped down the middle, and you felt heat rushing to your pussy as you heard the fabric tearing. He licked his lips as your breasts were now fully exposed to him, studying them for a long moment before his eyes trailed to your face. He ran his hands over them, looking into your eyes before his gaze flickered back to your chest. He dipped lower, kissing slowly between the valley of your breasts before stopping just below your collarbones. He went down again, kissing the tops of your breasts and rutting against your thigh with a deep groan. 

“You’re gonna make me cum in my pants like a fucking teenager,” he said with a chuckle. “I knew your tits would be perfect, but I had no idea just how much.”

“If you need to cum, maybe we should get down to it,” you said. “I don’t want you to suffer for too long.”

“I’ll be fine,” Eddie assured. “This is about you, and making you feel good. I’m bound & determined to make your fantasy come true, no matter how long it takes.” 

“But–”

“No buts. All I want you to do is relax, have fun, and tell me what you were fantasizing about so that I can recreate it. Okay?”

“I guess that doesn’t sound too bad...”

“Not at all,” Eddie replied, flicking his tongue over your nipple before pulling it into his mouth.

You thought that Eddie sucking through your shirt had felt good, but it didn’t compare at all to this. His tongue was like velvet against your hot skin, his soft mewls sending slight vibrations through your nipple. You closed your eyes as you moaned, his lips working firmly as he applied pressure with his tongue. He swirled it, tracing circles as his fingers pinched the opposite bud. Your breathing was growing heavier, and you were a wet, near-quaking mess underneath him. His weight on top of you–fully clothed, bearing upon you as he lost himself in his actions–was almost too much to handle. It was incredible, and you needed so much more than what he was currently giving you.

“Tell me more,” Eddie begged as he switched to the other breast. “Please?”

“You...mmm…” you breathed, his tongue massaging your other nipple as you gave his hair a slight tug. “I asked you to finger me while you…while you were doing this.”

“Is that what you imagined as you played with these earlier?” he asked, squeezing one of your breasts in his hand for emphasis. “And while you fingered yourself, too? That IS what you were doing, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you said. “I pictured you fingering me so deeply while you sucked on my tits. I also fantasized about you eating me out; that one came as I was rubbing my clit.”

“Thank you for telling me,” Eddie said, smiling as he looked up at you. “You were honest with me, so now I’m going to be honest with you. Not only have I fantasized about those things with you, but I can certainly arrange to make them happen. If you want to, that is.”

“I do,” you say, practically begging at that point. “Please, I want that so fucking much.”

“Then consider it done,” he said, taking your nipple between his lips once more.

This time, however, his hand travelled lower, slowly taking in the skin of your stomach, hip, and thigh. You hissed as one calloused fingertip made contact with your wet pussy, and he groaned as he felt just how soaked you were for him. He dragged two fingers from your entrance to your clit, his mouth working harder against your breast as he did so. When he finally put his full attention to your clit, you whimpered from the slight overstimulation as a result of your earlier climax. He let off a little, ghosting his fingers through your inner lips instead.

“Sorry,” he said, gazing at you through his hair that had fallen into his eyes. “You’re so fucking wet, y/n. All of this because of me? Because of the fantasies you were having?” 

“Yeah,” you panted, crying out as he pushed two fingers inside of you.

“Doing okay, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, grinning as you nodded quickly. “Good. That’s my good girl.”

The praise caused you to mewl, clenching around his fingers as they delved inside of you to just below the middle knuckle. You felt so full, and the coolness of his rings in contrast to your hot cunt caused you to shiver. His tongue wrapped around your opposite nipple as he fucked you slowly on his fingers, and you knew instantly that you were already addicted to him. He was so much better than you had ever imagined, and your fingers could never compare to how good he felt. He was moaning as well, increasing the speed of his working digits before rotating them slightly inside of you. The sounds of his fingers fucking into you, along with the soft noises falling from his lips, were driving you up the fucking wall with desire. You moaned, closing your eyes again as you yanked his hair, the pads of his fingers pressing rapidly into your sweet spot every time he thrust them inside. 

“Jesus, you feel so good,” you panted, and he smirked at you. “Don’t say it.” 

“Better than you pictured, huh?” he questioned smugly.

“I thought I just said–” you began, cut off with a loud moan as he pumped his fingers even harder. “Eddie.”

“Fuck,” he breathed, withdrawing his fingers as you whined at the loss. He sat up a bit, bringing his soaked, glistening fingers to his mouth as he made eye contact with you. He separated them, and you could see a sticky line of your juices bridging his fingers together. He shivered at the sight, drawing them into his mouth and groaning as your taste hit his tongue. He didn’t stop until they were sucked clean, his brown eyes blown even darker with lust. “You taste even better than I always thought you would, and that’s saying a hell of a lot.”

Before you could respond, Eddie was making his way down your stomach. He playfully bit at your lower belly as you laughed, and then he was pulling you to the edge of the bed. He knelt in front of you, and you swung your legs over his shoulders as he held onto your thighs. The anticipation of what he was about to do nearly killed you, and he began to leave hard, needy kisses along your inner thighs that only added fuel to the fire. His gaze settled on your cunt, and he drew back to get a better look. He made a soft sound of approval, before squeezing your thighs and delicately caressing the skin there. 

“You have such a pretty pussy,” he remarked, nuzzling along your groin. “Is it still okay for me to carry this out, or did you decide that your fingers would do a better job instead?”

“Oh, stop it,” you teased, chuckling softly. “I definitely still want you to. I don’t think anything could change my mind.”

Eddie nodded, spreading your legs further apart for even better access. He dragged his nose through your inner labia, nuzzling along as you shuddered violently. The tip of his tongue ran through your folds, teasing as you began to whine pleasurably. His hair tickled the insides of your thighs, the cool metal of his rings on your skin sending goosebumps all over your body. His dark eyes found your face, and yours settled on him, watching as he drew your cunt impossibly closer to his mouth. You were getting wetter, and he apparently took notice as he groaned softly & began eating you out vigorously. 

You had imagined this exact scenario far more times than you would ever outwardly admit. It had to arguably be your top fantasy when it came to Eddie, in any and all forms: Sitting on his face, lying on your back, him eating you out from behind, every single conceivable position and situation. The real thing was far exceeding any & all expectations, and all you could do was moan & writhe as he played your body perfectly. His plump lips were kissing from your entrance to just below your clit, his silky, warm tongue swirling and tracing all along your soaked pussy. 

“Fuck, you really do taste incredible,” Eddie said, licking around your entrance before rapidly darting his tongue in & out of you. “I think I’m already addicted to you.”

“I’m pretty hooked on you, too,” you said, his fingertips digging further into your skin as he fucked you faster on his tongue. “Eddie…”

“Does it feel good?” he asked, a bit of uncertainty in his voice. “Should I do something else?”

“No, fuck,” you panted. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“Your wish is my command,” he said with a wink, and set back to work.

He lapped at the inside of your pussy, moving his tongue around as one hand came toward your inner lips. His thumb ghosted your clit, swiping softly as your back came slightly off the mattress. That same hand snaked under your thigh to bring you closer to his face, his lips & tongue working feverishly against your aching, drenched cunt. He watched your reactions, two fingers pushing inside of you again as he moved his mouth to your clit. His dark hair fell into his eyes, which were still taking in your every reaction while occasionally flicking to your heaving chest. His lips enveloped your swollen clit, sucking the small bundle into his mouth as his tongue pressed firmly against it. He moved his tongue quickly back & forth and up & down, pumping his fingers in time with those movements. He curled the digits against your sweet spot, and your head tipped against the pillows as the pleasure threatened to swallow you whole.

“Still doing okay?” Eddie checked in, adding a third finger after you nodded. “Your pussy is the best I’ve ever fucking had.”

“How many times have you used that line?” you joked.

“Including today?” he asked, his fingers still fucking you as he wore a thoughtful expression. “Exactly…one time.”

“Bullshit,” you said with a laugh, moaning hotly as his fingers pressed tightly to your G-spot.

“No, seriously,” Eddie insisted. “I can’t wait to fuck you. I’ll warn you, though: I don’t think I’ll last too long.”

You chuckled at that, and before you could hit back with a witty remark, he was eating you out again. Your mind was hazy, full of absolutely nothing but the surrealism of the entire situation. You never thought that you’d be here–three of Eddie’s fingers filling your cunt as deeply as possible, his mouth focusing on your clit, his ravenous eyes watching your every move–but here you were. He increased speed, going impossibly fast as he moaned loudly against your pussy, shaking his head rapidly as he did so. The vibration sent a fresh bolt of arousal through your body, and the coil in your stomach was so close to snapping as your moans echoed around the room.

Your hands found his hair, holding on and pulling as his tongue vigorously swirled your clit. He curled his fingers quickly, making sure to press firmly on your G-spot every time. His mouth increased pressure on your clit, tongue flicking before trailing downward to explore the rest of your pussy. He slowed, causing you to whine, before nearly pulling his fingers out completely. You were ready to protest, but then he was slamming them inside of you again before resuming an even faster pace on your clit. 

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” Eddie breathed, his free hand leaving your thigh to slide up your body and settle on your breast. “Are you close?”

“Mmm hmm,” you hummed, hissing as he rolled your nipple in his fingers. 

“Go ahead,” he coaxed gently, both hands moving from their previous positions to hold your hips down. “Cum for me. Show me that I can make you cum harder than you ever imagined possible during your little fantasies. I wanna know if I can do it better than you can yourself.”

Your thighs were trembling violently around his head, your skin on fire and breathing heavier as your climax approached. He kept his gaze on you, admiring your form through his hair & eyelashes as he ruthlessly ate you out. Watching him, feeling his hard grip on your hips, and feeling what he was doing, catapulted you over the edge. You came harder than you ever had in your life, either alone or with someone else. You squirted in his face, his name leaving your lips in desperation as you arched your back, your grip like iron in his long, thick curls as your orgasm rocked your entire body. You could feel him grinning against your cunt, groaning as you tugged roughly at his hair. His tongue continued to work, albeit much slower this time, but you were so overstimulated that you couldn’t tolerate anymore contact just yet.

“You enjoyed yourself quite a bit, by the looks,” Eddie teased, drawing away as you pushed at his head. “Don’t remember you cumming quite that hard earlier.”

“I didn’t,” you breathed, still seeing stars from the force of your climax. “Fuck, you were…”

“I’m good,” Eddie said, standing from the floor and stretching his legs. His chin was absolutely drenched, his lips glistening, and the tip of his nose shiny with your cum. “You don’t have to finish that sentence; I could tell from the way you just super-soaked my face.”

“Sorry,” you said, smiling bashfully.

“Nah, don’t be,” he said, shrugging his vest & jacket to the floor before sliding his pants down. He kicked his shoes & socks off to join them, the jeans following suit before he yanked his shirt off. “Get the rest of your shirt off for me.”

You sat up, discarding the remains of the torn shirt to the ground. He glanced you up and down, whistling at your fully nude form. You admired the tattoos that decorated his body, taking them all in as he finished undressing. His erection was now present to you, and you chewed your lip as you admired it. He was bigger than you expected–not huge, but definitely not average, either. He had a lot of girth as well, his thick shaft beading precum at the tip as his balls hung heavy. You moved closer to him, taking his cock in your fist to feel the warm, throbbing weight of it against your palm. His hips stuttered in response, and he moaned before gently pushing your hand away with an apologetic smile.

“We’d better do this now, unless you want me to make a mess all over your hand,” Eddie said. “How do you wanna do it?”

“I wanna ride you,” you replied, propping yourself on your knees to kiss over his upper chest tattoo. “I’m tired of being on my back.”

“Well, I certainly won’t say no to that,” he said, his arms encircling your waist as he threw both of you backward onto the bed again. Your nude bodies pressed together perfectly, and he kissed you messily before rolling onto his back. He pulled you with him, coaxing you into his lap before you straddled him. He eyed you from head to toe, licking his lips as he did so. “Hit me with your best shot.”

You positioned yourself over his cock, grasping it in your hand as you guided it toward your pussy. His hands settled loosely on your hips, his eyes on yours as he waited. You took a deep breath, shaking off the last of your nerves, before bracing your free hand on his shoulder. You fully sank onto his cock, moaning filthily as his thick, aching length entered you. Your cunt felt so full, so stretched, and you swore that you never felt anything quite like it before. You’d used your fingers, toys, anything you safely could, but it all paled in comparison to Eddie’s cock. He seemed to be enjoying it, too; his head was thrown back on your pillows, his dark hair spread over them with some in his face, his grip on your hips tightening as filthy groans fell from his full lips. You took a moment to adjust and get used to how amazing he felt pulsating against your slick, warm walls, your lips slack as you met his eyes. He was gazing back at you with such desperation and lust that you nearly combusted on the spot, his fingers tracing soft circles around your hips. 

“Christ, you’re so goddamn wet,” he said, his hands running up your sides. “You feel fucking incredible, y/n.”

“So do you,” you replied, lifting your hips a little and coming back down with a whimper. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

“Oh, you poor little baby,” Eddie said with a playful, mocking pout. “Were your fingers not good enough? Did none of the dudes before me have a dick this big?”

“Don’t get smart on me now,” you begged, finding a steady rhythm as you both gasped at the sensation. “Eddie, shit…”

“Mmm, that’s it,” he praised, his eyes on your breasts as you bounced a little faster on his cock. “Give me a show, sweetheart. Show me how desperate you are to cum for me again.”

Your hips moved at a medium pace, because you didn’t want to go too fast just yet, but you also didn’t want to go slow. Eddie’s hands grabbed your tits, squeezing them in his hands and giving each nipple a hard pinch as your head lolled. You mewled filthily as he kneaded your breasts, your lips open as he rutted upward to meet your rhythm. Your hands rested atop his before trailing down his arms, and finally settling upon his chest. You scratched him as he bucked directly into your sweet spot, his hands leaving your breasts to hold your waist as you rode him even more quickly.

“God, this feels so good,” you panted, trying to find a new angle so that he could hit into your G-spot more directly again.

“Did you imagine this, too?” Eddie questioned, his hands sneaking around to grab your ass. He gave it a playful swat, which caused you to groan hotly. “Riding me like this? Feeling me inside of you as I played with those amazing tits? Did the thought of any of this get that pussy of yours soaking for me every goddamn time you fantasized about it?”

“Yes to all of it,” you said. “Every single time.”

“What a little slut, getting herself off all the time because she can’t stop thinking about my dick,” Eddie said, and you moaned at the nickname. “You like being called that?”

“A little bit,” you admitted, grinding your clit against him as you brought your hips down fully. “I have so many fantasies about you. It’s kinda ridiculous.” 

“Doesn’t sound too ridiculous to me,” he said, his hand wrapping around your throat as he smirked. “Is this one of them?”

You nodded, and he reached between the two of you to gather some of your slick on his other fingers. Still holding onto your throat and tightening his hold slightly, he brought the wet fingers to your lips. He coaxed them open, inserting his fingers into your mouth and pressing them against your tongue. You tasted yourself with a groan, and he fucked them into your mouth with a grin. “How about that?”

You hummed and nodded as best as you could in reply, and he briefly cut your air off before withdrawing his fingers and letting go of your throat. “Noted. You’ll have to tell me more about these fantasies of yours later. I’m deeply curious now.” 

“I will,” you said, swivelling your hips for only a second before bouncing yourself on his cock again. “I promise I will.”

He took your hands then, placing them on your breasts. “Play with these for me.”

You do as he asked, massaging your breasts and tugging at your nipples. He just watched you, not taking his eyes from you for one moment. You ground your clit every time you came down, and Eddie soon got the hint. His thumb swiped at your clit, running circles over it as you rocked your hips at a desperately fast pace. He pulled you down for a hard, sloppy kiss, one that was full of moans and whimpers, both of you close to orgasm as you slammed yourself repeatedly onto his cock. Your wetness had gathered at the base, some of it dripping down his balls and onto the bed below. You sat up fully and Eddie followed, his mouth all over your chest as you embedded your hands within his hair. 

“y/n,” he panted, moaning as you clenched around him. “Fucking shit…”

You pulled at his hair, hands burying deeper into the messy locks as his mouth continued exploring your chest. You slammed down as the sounds of sex filled the room, his hips bucking to meet yours while he quickly rubbed your clit. It didn’t take much longer for you to cum, and you clung to him as your hips stuttered and body spasmed, your head thrown back as you cried out his name. Your body felt supercharged from every orgasm you experienced already, and Eddie was chuckling against your neck as he kissed it.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, holding onto you while you whined from how sensitive everything felt. “That’s it, I’ve got you…”

Your hips kept moving, trying to help Eddie with his own climax. It came a lot sooner than you had anticipated; he twitched inside of you only seconds later, hot ropes of cum painting your walls. He moaned loudly, holding you tightly as he came, his head thrown back with a look of pure ecstasy written on his face. You mewled as you felt some of his cum dripping out of you, and you lifted your hips before he softened too much. You collapsed next to him, and he brought you into his arms as he kissed the top of your head. Both of you were breathless, sweaty, your cunt leaking his cum as his cock was drenched with your own. He felt so much like home against you, and you couldn’t help but grin as you lay your head upon his chest.

“Wow,” he panted with a chuckle. “That was fucking amazing.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” you asked, tracing one of his tattoos with your finger. “Is it bad to say that I’m really glad your practice got cancelled?”

“No, because I feel the same,” Eddie replied, tilting your chin so that you were looking at him. “y/n, this…this wasn’t just about sex to me. I mean…don’t get me wrong, it was so goddamn incredible, but...it was so much more to me than just that.”

“Really?” you asked, smiling as he nodded slowly, nervously. “It wasn’t just sex for me, either, if I’m being honest.”

That got his full attention, and his eyes widened. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously,” you said, giving him a tender kiss. “In fact, I wouldn’t be mad if we decided to be…maybe more than just friends.”

Eddie beamed at you, rolling you onto your back before hovering over you. “You wanna know something?”

“What?” you asked, fingers looping through his dangling necklace. 

“I wouldn’t be mad, either,” he whispered, sealing your lips–and your seemingly upgraded relationship status–with a kiss. 

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[xonavia]

hello! Saw that you were open for requests! Could I request Caelus and Jing Yuan reacting to quiet!reader singing hauntingly pretty videogame music while playing those toy pianos when alone? (ie. Waltz of destiny from Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea) I imagine them just singing in the middle of the of the night scaring people by accident.

(Also feel free to add any other character if you so wish!)

Heres an example that may help: https://youtube.com/shorts/XKpXy4V4huU?feature=shared

Thank you

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-> Aww this is so fun!! I actually freakin love the video games that have this kind of music but I always freak myself out with it lol! Hope you enjoy it though!!

Caelus -> I feel like he would be supportive but also try to mess with people with your music -> Like March going out of her room at night and trying to find something or get like a snack or something, instead she's gonna be scared shitless thinking some demon piano is haunting her -> If you ever play it during the day though she will love it -> He himself though gets a little scared when he hears it in the middle of the night when he's trying to sleep but always then has to remember it's not a monster under his bed, but you in the room next to him just playing yourself a happy little tune (as he likes to call it, Dan Heng would disagree on the "happy" part) -> Over all though he is super supportive and sometimes when he travels around he'll find things like different instruments or stuff like that, that he thinks you'll like! Jing Yuan

-> actually loves it and loves watching you play -> He's heard a lot of music in his time, and just maybe he's also a little biased, but loves whenever you play and whatever you play -> Gives no craps if you accidently scare people in the middle of the night, bros probably either with you playing it, or either dozing off/asleep somewhere -> Eventually though it did become a big issue since people where afraid to come to work and the fact that all their performances went down because none of them were getting sleep but still, he'll have you play it with just the two of you at night, and most of the time he'll have you play it to help him fall asleep -> Likes to also find you instruments around that he thinks would go good with your types of music, and also might find some older stuff from old vaults that have like sheet music on it or something like that so that you can play that as well!!

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #caelus x reader #caelus hsr #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #hsr x reader #xonavia's writings!

[mazosstuff]

Heartsteel boys × classical singer!reader

Pairings: Aphelios, Ezreal, Sett, Kayn, Yone, K'sante (separately) × gn reader

Cw: maybe reader being a little insecure?

Words: 1.1 k

Aphelios

• You sometimes forget he's in the house, so, thinking you're alone, you start singing a little.

• You were no master at it so it was a little hard for you to say if you were singing with your throat or not, and that was one of his reasons why you never sang infront of him, but following some advices from your vocal coach helped alot.

• You were cooking something when you remembered the part of an opera you did when you didn't know Phel.

• Not noticing him, you started singing the solo and, my my, our boy was shocked.

• He realised you didn't know he was there, but he just stared at you awestruck.

• You never raised your voice in front of him, but to hear it so loudly, he was certainly amazed by it. (Doesn't mean that you were screaming, but it is pretty loud when someone sings right next to you, been there, done that myself)

• It was powerful, and even if he didn't understand a word of what you said, he still thought it was beautiful.

After ending your solo, you turned around and saw him, completely frozen in the spot.

Your cheeks went red

"Phel!" You exclaimed. "I didn't know you were home."

He grabbed his phone and wrote on the notes: do it again

"You... wanna hear me sing?" He nodded his head.

"And to think people say I'm too loud when I sing like this... don't you mind?" He shook his head to indicate a no.

Ezreal

• He kinda knew you sang a little, but he never knew what kind of genre you would be into.

• When you heard their song for the first time, you liked it a lot, so he thought your favourite genre of music must be electronic or pop.

• Truth to be told, you were really versatile with your taste in music.

• You two have a shared playlist where you once put an aria by accident, and you didn't notice until he told you.

"Babe, do you listen to classical music?" You stared at him. How did he know?

"Yeah... I usually sing it too..."

"Shut up, let me hear you! I wanna hear you sing the one you put in our playlist."

Panic. Total fucking panic. What if he didn't like it? What if you messed up the high note? What if...?

"Okay" you finally gave in.

"Let me just prepare a little... I don't wanna hurt my vocal cords."

After preparation, you started. Your heart pounded like crazy.

All went smoothly. You were so scared of having a voice crack but it never happened.

He got his yellow glasses and put them on his face just to push them down (like the scene in the MV).

"Why didn't you tell me I have a soulmate who sings better than me?"

"What...?"

"You can do high notes and everything! I need to tell this to everyone! My soulmate is already special by themselves, but this? You're amazing!"

Sett

• I feel like his mother would turn up the volume of the radio whenever classical music was put.

• He usually rolled his eyes when he was younger, but with age he started to understand the work and the vocal training people put to reach those levels. He respected it.

• Once you were going somewhere so he turned on the radio to put some music and the station the radio was on was the one of classical music.

• Before he could change the station you started singing.

• He secretly started to record you.

• He was impressed to say the least.

You looked over to him. "Delete that. Now."

"Oh come on, babe. You have millions of videos of me singing. Why can't I have one of you?"

"Touché..."

"Do you think I can sing whatever you sang now?"

"Do you wanna end up like Phel?"

"Omg, no"

"Then don't"

Kayn

• Bro rolls his eyes whenever he hears the words classical and music put together.

• He will pretend to throw up whenever you make him listen to a song that's not rock, pop, metal, or anything that doesn't have fast rhythm.

• One time it happened that you found a recording of you singing.

• He wanted to listen to make fun of your taste in music, but he was...

• He couldn't understand.

• Something he thought was lame just became... angelic.

"So... what do you think...?"

"It's okay, I guess"

"Wait... you are telling me that you liked it? Kayn, sweety, are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine. And what's with the sweety now? Don't say that again"

So, under that façade of the bad boy, there is a golden heart after all.

Yone

• He listens to the classic music playlists on spotify. You can't tell me otherwise.

• Would be delighted to know that you two shared this little interest.

• Would let you sing him to sleep if he allowed himself to rest.

• Once, because you had a minor argument, you slept in separate rooms.

• He couldn't sleep so tried with the music he had saved of spotify but nothing worked.

He knocked at your door.

"What?" You asked him, still pretty pissed off, but probably because of the tiredness and the sadness.

"I can't sleep."

"Me neither"

"Can... can you sing me that one melody you sing me everytime?"

"Can't you just listen it on your own?"

"Why deprive myself of the better version when I have it right in front of me?" The reality was that he needed your voice and not some of a stranger.

If your body wasn't a solid, it would have melted right there.

"Fine..."

(But no seriously, how can you not love this man)

K'Sante

• He would start humming with you some famous pieces.

• I don't know why but I have the feeling that he also has heard somethings so he has a basic knowledge of classical music.

• He asked why didn't you join a choir yet. With your talent, you should.

• He once tried sneaking up on you while you were reading a music sheet.

• With how scared you were you hit a high note that wasn't even in your range, or at least you thought it wasn't.

• The man was too stunned to speak.

"Did you just...?"

"I didn't even know that was in my range..."

"What were you reading anyway? Did you join a choir?" He gasped in excitement.

"Yeah... I followed your advice. It's actually more welcoming than I thought it would be"

"I'm so happy you're comfortable there!" He picked you up and hugged you.

A/n: Hi there! Paranoia has been stuck in my mind for quite some time, so I thought I might write something for the boys from the perspective of someone who grew up in a family of musicians and professional classical singers.

Riot... you gotta tell me why do you create them, make them drop a banger, and make them disappear into thin air.

I am waiting for a comeback of both K/DA and True Damage.

I hope you liked this! As always, requests are open. Check my pinned post!

#league of legends x reader #heartsteel x reader #aphelios x reader #ezreal x reader #sett x reader #yone x reader #kayn x reader #ksante x reader

[morganbritton132]

I love that Eddie is a craft guy! It just makes so much sense. Do you think he's one of those people who is CONSTANTLY doing a new craft and their house is just littered with Eddie's crafts, and he's always making little hand made gifts for Steve, the party and the band? I can totally imagine Steve coming home and the house just being in total disarray and Eddie's just like "I made a bird table and i personalised all your coffee cups :))"

Eddie Munson and the ADHD urge to start a new project before you finished the last one.

Despite Eddie’s big personality and the joy he gets galivanting across cafeteria tables and award show stages, he is very much a homebody. His favorite places growing up was his bedroom, Gareth’s garage, and the drama room where he hosted D&D. Then he went on tour and when the shows were over, he just wanted to be home.

He liked being able to strip away the Eddie Munson persona, sit down, and channel all the ideas in his head into a creative output.

Honestly, making money just made it worse. He can afford shit now.

Steve’s the opposite though.

Steve likes to be out of the house. He was a kid that lived in a big house with parents that never wanted to see or hear him, sometimes year-round sports were the only thing keeping him sane. Once Eddie made it big and was touring, Steve was once again alone in a big empty house and so he found things to do.

He meets up with Robin at least once a week to get dinner and drinks, and sometimes they go dancing or they sing karaoke. Him and Dustin meet up semi-regularly to catch up. He was a part of their neighborhood walking group before Diane annoyed him out of it. He goes bowling with some teachers from work occasionally and takes a pottery class that he sucks at. Him and Max are a part of a trivia team that has only ever succeeded at being the drunkest team in the game.

So, the combination of ‘Steve is 90% of my impulse control and he’s not here right now’ and ‘If I don’t create something, I will die’ means that sometimes Steve comes home to a new windchime or a questionably made bird house.

 Sometimes he comes home to Eddie embroidering one of his jackets by hand even though he bought an embroidery machine that he has never used. Other times, he comes home and Eddie has carved every bar of soap they had into a little fucked-up guy or he found a recorder and wants to play Steve a song.

Or sometimes, Steve returns home from the cooking class he’s taking at their local community center to beads. Beads everywhere.

Beads in the carpet. Beads on the hardwood. Beads in their shoes by the stairs. Beads everywhere.

Steve – who is pretty Type-A about their house being clean and organized because he has a shit memory and needs to be able to find things – very calmly sits aside the ravioli that he made and says, “Eddie, what the fuck?”

“I dropped them.”

Steve makes a gesture like ‘yeah, no shit’ and then just makes a distressed noise, but Eddie waves him off as he dumps a handful of beads into the good punch bowl that they use for parties, “Don’t blame me. Your cat tripped me. I nearly brained myself.”

“She’s only my cat when she’s bad,” Steve sighs, sitting down to help pick the beads up. “Why do you have beads anyways? Since when do we have beads?”

“Do you remember those beaded lizard keychains?” Eddie asks, and then when all he got was silence. “I’m going to make you one…after we pick up two thousand pony beads.”

Steve makes another noise that’s somewhere between ‘you’re causing me actual pain’ and ‘I love you so much it makes me stupid’ and Eddie grins at him. He gestures to the punch bowl and says, “Stevie, think about it. Once we fill this bad boy up, we can separate the beads by color. That’ll be fun, right?”

“…Yeah, I’d actually really like that.”

#Steve is a bar of soap guy and it’s the worst thing about him #Meanwhile Joan is doing her damnest to make her dads spend quality time together #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson #joan the disservice cat

[bleedingoptimism]

The Stray

part three

Months go by.

Steve accompanies Max to school and back. Goes grocery shopping and cooks the most delicious foods for them.

He meets Lucas a few days in, and contrary to Eddie’s predictions about Lucas getting jealous… he adores Steve. They play basketball together and talk sports while Max and Eddie roll their eyes at them.

He goes to the park with Max and plays the acoustic Eddie lent him while she skates. Saves up the money to buy himself a new guitar.

He meets the rest of the band, the story being that he’s Max's distant cousin who is staying with them for the foreseeable future. Not that they have something to hide, but it’s just easier to explain and the truth makes Steve act all shy and self-conscious.

The guys love him, especially his cooking and his voice- They keep trying to get him to do a collab with the band after they hear him sing. Eddie always agrees, saying they could totally do an acoustic or maybe a rock ballad and have Steve sing it.

Since they just came back from tour, the band is taking some time off. Jeff needs to rest his voice and Eddie, being the main songwriter, has hit a bit of a ‘writer’s block’ so they don't have anything new to work on right now, which means Eddie has a lot of free time that he wastes pretending he doesn't want to spend it all with Steve.

He does sometimes walk with them to school or the park to watch them skate and sing but he has to wear a hat and sunglasses that make him look like an asshole and Steve always giggles and makes fun of him for it. 

He calls Eddie a rockstar in a voice that makes Eddie want to drop to his knees for him and Eddie calls him puppy in return, something that makes Steve blush every single time.

All is good and Eddie gets so used to Steve living with them that he can't even remember what life was like before him. Steve carves himself into their life, their home, and their hearts so easily and unintentionally that it scares him if he thinks about it too much.

And then, one night, Eddie thinks about it too much.

He finds Steve’s notebook inside the case of his guitar, the one where he keeps all his songs, he barely gets a peep, not wanting to intrude, but then he reads a line…

‘I need you to love me,’ 

And he can’t help but read the next…

‘So I can learn to love myself,’

And the next, and the next, and suddenly he’s reading every song Steve has written. 

And he knew… he knew he was in love with Steve, had been probably since the moment he first saw him. But this? This cements it for him in a way that makes him want to keep Steve forever.

Whatever form Steve will take him. Friend, coworker, lover… preferably lover, and if he dares dream, family.

And Eddie is not good with being subtle, or patient, and now that he’s sure he wants this forever, he wants forever to start now.

But when he goes to confess, he finds Steve packing the few things he owns. Dread and confusion take over and the notebook he’s still holding falls out of his hand making Steve turn around. And Steve… his eyes are wet and his nose is red as if he had been crying.

to be continued!

part 1: 🎸

part 2: 🐾

part 3: you are here!

part 4: 💝

coffee?☕🥐💕

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i wrote something #oh boy here we go again

[teyamloak]

It’s You

↳ conrad x y/n!

warnings: Conrad is 18 y/n is 16, cursing, smut, handjob, no sex.

✩ synopsis: y/n is back at cousins looking better than ever. She's prettier than she was last summer, the boys around her take note of that, especially Conrad.

✩ note: hi everyone, I hope y'all don't mind that I'm writing about something that isn't avatar. btw Anger part 3 is in the works it will be out soon!!

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it was a drive going down to cousins. I've missed it, I've missed annoying my brother, Steven with my "beautiful" singing voice. I've missed just sitting in our car and listening to music but the thing I've missed the most about cousins was a boy. Conrad fisher. Literally a goddess, a guy that would make you do a double take when he's walking by, a guy that can make you cum just by looking at them, Conrad Fisher. I've had a crush on him since I was a little girl. he was so perfect you would have to be gay to not have a crush on him, even then you still would.

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pulling into their driveway felt crazy, being there felt life-changing. Steven was the first one to get out of the car, and Jeremiah was the first to be outside.

Jeremiah was Conrad's younger brother, they were complete opposites sometimes you would wonder how they were even related, Conrad was dark, very dark while Jeremiah was bright and light-hearted. Jeremiah and I were best friends, he was so fun to be around and he wasn't nonchalant like Conrad was you could always know what Jeremiah was thinking or feeling but you couldn't with Conrad and I hated that.

I stayed in the car for a couple of seconds because I was scared and because I wanted to enjoy everything, eventually I put my feet on the ground and got out. Jeremiah and Steven were talking and my mom was already inside after giving Jeremiah the biggest hug a mom could give. Once I got out everything stopped, their conversation, their laughter, everything.

Jeremiah was checking me out, it was so obvious, everything he felt was always written on his face.

Slowly walking towards me he says "I missed you little one"

"I hate when you call me that you guys are literally one year older than me" I shouted because he was still a little far away from me

"I don't care you'll always be little to us, come here beautiful" saying this while pulling out his arms and waiting for me to give him a big ass hug.

he hugged me like we'd never hugged before, it was nice and sweet. After a couple of seconds, I stood there waiting for Conrad to come out and say hi to me. I've missed him, I needed to see him.

It is like I had summoned him he appeared like he was reading my mind. He was quick with the way he was walking he looks like he needed to be somewhere. he was busy with the hood part of his hoodie but then he stopped and looked at me. He smiled. He smiled at me. He smiled while looking at me. OMG.

He walks towards me and for I moment I felt at home I felt safe. He was still smiling when he was walking towards me.

“I liked you better with glasses,” he says joking around with me “Well I like myself without them” joking back. “you look the same you know that” “Is that a bad thing?” I said, i was hurt in a way, was he calling me ugly? “no, not at all I just think you look the same, yk good looking and stuff” The last part he said so fast that if I moved an inch I would miss it.

“you think i’m good looking and stuff?” I said excitedly, frantic to know his answer “ofc you’ve always been a good-looking kid, you would think your sister is good-looking no matter what wouldn’t you” This wasn’t a question this was a fact to him.

he had just friend-zoned me but also immediately after he had sister zoned me. He was saying that he found me “good-looking and stuff” because a big brother would always think their sister was good-looking.

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waking into the house for the first time since last summer felt so unreal. nothing had changed everything was the same, Susannah  was standing beautifully with my mom in the kitchen they had already started preparing something for all of us to eat.

while they were preparing something I went into my room to unpack. I’ve missed my room, I’ve missed my beautiful light blue walls. I’ve missed my bear. Conrad gave me him when we were at the boardwalk when we were younger his name is Junior Mint.

I grabbed him and hugged him I put my nose to his head, I’ve missed the way he smelt. I loved him so much not only because Conrad won him for me, I loved him because he reminded me of that day. yeah, that day was bad I mean Conrad was eye fucking the girl at the game and yeah it maybe made me cry but at least he won Junior Mint for me.

Jeremiah came bouncing into my room and saw me smelling Junior Mint. “you still have that old thing?” “Obviously I still have it if I’m holding him, dummy” Jeremiah and I were best friends we joked around with each other like this our whole lives. “I know dummy what I meant was WHYYY do you still have him, he’s mad old” he stated while mocking me. “because I love him plus he helps me sleep” “lmao you’re so cute y/n” I laughed with him I don’t think much when Jeremiah calls me cute because he isn’t Conrad.

“KIDS COME DOWNSTAIRS DINNER IS READY” the one yelling was my mother.

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owe were all sat at the dinner table, Jeremiah and Steven were on their phones and Conrad was sitting o looking down at his plate and waiting to eat. “can y’all get off your phone and eat your food” “mom there’s a party we are going to after this” Jeremiah says talking to Susannah. “who’s going?” she says like a man would. “all of us” he says quickly “Even y/n” She says this with the most questionable tone ever, yeah maybe I don’t go to parties but damn. “no obviously not y/n, she’s too young for that cmon mom” I was offended but I was even more embarrassed he’s was not only calling me a kid but calling me a kid in front of Conrad. But I stayed quiet like normal. “I’m not going either.” everyone stayed quiet he wasn’t going to a party?? “what the hell do you mean you aren’t going bro,” Steven said confused as hell. “I’m not really feeling like going to a party today” “Well then it’s just going to be just you and y/n because me and your mother are going to a book signing.” “cmon Conrad come with us you don’t want to be bored, alone with y/n, do you?” “I don’t mind it,” he said well going back to eating.

did I hear the right…. Conrad and I will be alone in the summer house, ALONE.

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Conrad is downstairs watching a movie and I can’t move, he invited me to watch the movie with him but I can’t move.

“y/n the movie is already starting where are you?” while saying this he’s opening my door and looking for me. I was in the bathroom with the door wide open looking at myself in the mirror.

I look different then I did last summer that was obviously but the one thing that I didn’t remember or that I tried not to remember was how my body had changed. My body was completely different i had bigger boobs and a nice tight ass.

I felt good about my new body but at this moment while I looked at myself in the mirror I felt ugly and it was even worse that conrad was looking at me.

“what are you doing tiny?” he had a confused looked in his face but said this jokingly

“um, getting ready for yk the movie and stuff” “Why did you change your clothes, it’s just a movie downstairs, we aren’t going out. Unless you want to go out” he kept rambling clearly uncomfortable but i couldn’t figure out why.

maybe it was the fact that we were alone for the first time or maybe it was the fact that he was in my room

I turned around ready to leave my room and go downstairs

“I wanted to look nice I was looking crazy when I got here plus I just took a shower” pulling my wet hair in front of my face so he can see it “seeee it’s wet” he slaps my hand because of how close my hand was to his face.

“I can tell you showered, you don’t smell bad anymore,” he said this with a stone-cold face that made me think he was telling the truth

we stayed silent for a couple of seconds and then he started laughing like he said the funniest thing in the world. “your face is so funny tiny you look so cute, just like a baby”

why did he always have to compare me to a baby why couldn’t he just stop once he said I was cute?

“let’s go tiny” he reaches for my hand and i grab onto it, this felt nice.

as we reach the bottom of the stairs he let go of my hand, the loss made me feel sad almost alone.

he reaches down and grabs the remote, pressing play.

“Since I know you like scary movies I decided we could watch one”

smiling I sit down next to him, not saying a word

he presses play and the movie starts.

an hour has gone by and we have a blanket covering us now, it normally doesn’t get cold at night but it did today. It was only 8 which meant we were going to be alone for another hour.

Conrad hasn’t said a word to me since the movie started and neither did I, I was afraid of saying something.

but I decided to stop being a little girl I was tired of him looking at me like I was a baby I was tired of him calling me “tiny” like I was a child.

so I did something that I never thought I would do, I removed the blanket that we were under and got on his lap, he was intently confused.

“what the fuck are you doing y/n,” he said coldly

but I ignored it instead I looked him in his eyes and started to move my hips back and forth like I was riding him. I’ve never done something like this but it felt so good.

I kept looking at him and he kept looking at me

I felt him get hard underneath me so I know he liked this I knew that he wanted me.

“get off yn,” he said but it came off as a whimper it was low and soft

I looked at him hurt but I never stopped what I was doing “Why” “You don’t understand what you’re doing rn y/n, you’re just a little girl”

that got me mad rightfully so

so I got off but I wasn’t done, I looked at him the minute I got off and saw that he regretted what he said it looked like he missed what I was doing to him, and from his hard dick I knew he wanted more, so I gave him more

my tiny hands started to unbuckle his belt he didn’t stop me he just watched me; studying me.

I took off his belt and put it to the side then I quickly started to undo his button and then pulled down his zipper he was wearing black polo underwear.

“y/n?” he said suddenly, he noticed that I had stopped at the site on his underwear. the boldness that I had before was gone and I regretted what I had done.

but Conrad didn’t want me to stop as much as he told himself that he did he knew that he didn’t want that.

without thinking Conrad brought down his pants and pulled out his thick white dick. It was the first dick i’ve ever seen, i’ve never watched porn and i definitely didn’t know what i was doing.

“come here, tiny” his voice now bolder and stronger

he was stroking his dick while talking and looking me in the eyes.

“don’t call me that” I said putting my head down now ashamed

“do you have a problem with me calling you tiny”

“yes I do I’m not a baby and I’m not tiny, it’s stupid and I don’t like it”

“well, then that’s all you had to say, now come here before I realize how this is a big mistake.”

normally that would hurt my feeling but this time and this moment it made me happy

i obeyed him like I always did. he grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick, his hand was on top of my hand and he started to grip my hand so it could grip tighter around his thick dick.

he started to move my hand up and down, he moaned loud and hard. I started to move my hand faster as his moans got louder I knew that I was doing this right because of his moans and the way he threw his head back.

“god, y/n im about to cum, be a good girl and open your mouth.”

and I did of course I did I was here for him, I was made for him.

I leaned forward towards his dick and I opened my mouth, he started to stroke himself fast asf

he didn’t take his eyes off me

“omg fuck, fuckkkkk”

then he came all over my mouth and face.

he didn’t even have to tell me to swallow it because i did the second it was in my mouth, it tasted so fucking good, it tasted almost like nothing.

he moaned so loud, he grabbed my face and pulled me close to kiss me, this was the first real kiss I ever had and I just followed his lead.

he was sweet and slow with the kiss like he wanted to prove that this meant a lot to him.

he pulled away and continued to look at me

“I want to fuck you but that won’t happen today, you’re too perfect to be fucked on the floor like you don’t mean anything to me because y/n you mean everything to me”

I was happy with that, I was so fucking happy that he respected me enough to know that, that was exactly what I wanted and need to hear.

“Are you okay with that, my love?” “yeah Conrad I’m actually very happy you said that.”

“let’s go clean your face before the others come I don’t want them to know what happened so can I trust you to keep this a secret?”

a secret, wow a secret.

“why would this be a secret? Don’t you like me?” “Of course I like you y/n it’s just I’m older than you and the others wouldn’t understand especially your brother, he would kill me for having his sister’s face full of cum, and he would murder me knowing how much I enjoyed it.”

“Okay, Conrad anything you want” I was mad but I understand where he was coming from he was 18 about to go to college and I was 16 about to start my junior year in high school. Our parents would freak knowing what had happened.

Conrad stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up, “Let’s get you cleaned up”

Hi y'all I hope you enjoyed this part i’m pretty sure i will be making a part 2 which will contain more smut and stuff, also i wrote this before season 2 of tsitp came out so it takes place then!!!!

#Spotify #the summer i turned pretty #tsitpedit #tsitp conrad #belly x conrad #conrad x reader #conrad fisher #team conrad #jeremiah fisher #love #smut #summer #beach #blow up #explore

[horsewithaface]

Saw your imagines post <3

Can you do a Hobbit, imagine?

POV You're Thranduil's wife who grew up as a wood elf peasant. You're not used to the royal life :'(

• Despite your lowly upbringing, you had always dreamed of what it would be like to be a royal, frequently finding yourself crushing on the widowed Thranduil King of the Silvan Elves. You had always imagined catching his glances at you as you would work as one of his servants, but surely that was not the case. The Elven king had made it very clear in his aura that he would take no personal part in dealings with lower class elves unless under fire circumstances. Or so you thought.

• Ever since the Battle of the Five Armies where Tauriel had given him a change of heart about the idea of love, Thranduil began to find himself drawn to you. You were merely a simple lowly Silvan servant, however, something about you was fascinating to the king.

• One day Thranduil ordered for you to see him, where he admitted that, “Perhaps I have found myself to have something more than a strictly professional interest in you.”

• Over time, your relationship with the king grows deeper and more intimate, resulting in him asking to court you (to which you agree, of course).

• Your newfound role as Queen of the Silvan Elves came with great difficulty. You had never expected the royal life to be so stressful and busy. If anything, you barely saw your dear Thranduil due to the both of you having royal duties to attend to.

• The population was divided between love and hate for you as their queen. You had been a nobody. You were not trained in the art of leadership and had to learn as you go. Some saw this as quite endearing, to have a queen who would truly understand the life and struggles of the common folk. However, some would turn their noses up at you for they did not see you as a ‘true’ queen.

• Once Thranduil got wind of such atrocious things being said about you, he brought it upon himself to punish those who spoke ill of you. He always seemed to come to your side right when you needed it most. After a long day of meetings and keeping up appearances, you would be delighted by his open arms in the evenings. You would collapse into his embrace and regain your breath as Thranduil would simply watch you with pure adoration.

• It was not often that he would allow people to see his expression soften, however, Thranduil felt at ease around you. You saw a softer, more caring side to the king than any of his subjects could even imagine.

• At extensive meetings where both of you were required to attend, you sometimes found Thranduil rubbing your hand gently with his thumb under the table as a gesture of affection when he could see you growing overwhelmed.

• On particularly dire occasions, Thranduil would appoint his most trusted advisor to attend meetings in his place so that he could spend time with you in your chambers. Sometimes things would get deeply intimate, but mostly you would just lay in his arms whilst sipping at a glass of wine, listening to the soft melody of his voice as he sings to you.

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This was really fun! Thank you so much for sending this ask, I hope this is what you were looking for and I apologise for the wait but I got a sudden burst of motivation tonight and am quite pleased with the outcome😌🫶✨

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[littlethingsinlife]

i'm sorry (happier part 2)

A/N: I was not expecting the amount of positive feedback for the first part and I was even more surprised to see people asking for a part 2! It was originally created to be a one-shot but a part 2 really fit well with how the first one ended. Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you again for all of the love and support! I hope you all enjoy. I also want to thank my friend, @tummymoth, they really helped me flush out and refine my rusty ass writing (also let me word vomit at them till midnight sometimes).

Pairing(s): Past Lo’ak x Omatikayan!Reader, Ao’nung x Omatikayan!Reader, Slight mentions of Lo’ak x Tsireya

Warnings: Lo'ak's POV, Swearing, Ao'nung saying something sus ONE time

More Info: My vision for this part 2 was to create a reply in Lo'ak's pov. So we'll have a look at what he experienced and thought process (not too sure if any of that made sense) but I was inspired by Joshua Bassett's song "i'm sorry" and it played constantly as I wrote this. Hopefully I was able to do right by my idea haha.

Summary: 7,547

Part 1: Happier

Key:

(Y/N) = Your Name 

Lyrics = Bolded Italics 

Flashbacks = Italics

Na'vi Words:

Yuey - beautiful (refers to a person) 

Skxawng - idiot/moron

Marui - Pods where the Na’vi live

Ilu - sea creature similar to dolphins

Ikran - dragon-like creature 

Tulkun - sentient creatures similar to whales

Olo’eyktan - clan leader/ chief

I thought about what I would say

But I’m two years too late

I can’t imagine how you’re doing these days, hmm

Sure, it wasn’t perfect back then

I’ll be first to admit

But it was better than being strangers again, oh

It had been a couple of months since my interactions with (Y/N) dwindled to terse smiles and barely audible greetings. If you asked me to point out the moment our friendship started to change, I couldn’t tell you. When did our bond start to break? When did it even start to crack? We used to talk every day about all the things we did and planned what pranks to pull on everyone, but now? Now, she barely looked in my direction. Now, she wouldn’t even give me the time of day. 

I couldn’t remember when it started, but I knew that it was somehow my fault I grew distant once we arrived in Awa'atlu. I guess I was just so fascinated by the new environment and people, I didn’t even realize a rift started to form between us in the first place, much less that it started to grow. 

The night before we left to find a new home, I held (Y/N) as she let out sobs filled with fear and anxiety. It broke my heart, but all I could do was hold her and let her cry until she was calm enough to tell me what was on her mind. 

“I-I am afraid, what if the sky people come to find us again? I cannot lose any of you; it would break me into a million pieces,” she sobbed. 

“If they find us then we will fight and we will win,” I reassured her, gently rocking her back and forth. 

“You are an idiot, I was so close to losing you, to losing Kiri, Tuk, how do you think it would make me feel to lose the most important people in my life?” she sniffled. My chest ached at how broken she sounded, but the only thing I could do was assure her and offer her more words of comfort as I held her in my arms. 

“I promise that I will be with you throughout the journey as will my family. We love you, and even if you do not believe it, you are a Sully. And you know what my dad always says.” 

“Sullys stick together,” we chorused.

That night, I cradled her in my arms until she fell asleep. 

Fuck, I completely broke my promise to her, how could I forget? Shaking my head, I tried to reason to myself, “Maybe she just needs time alone. I’m sure she’ll come running back soon once she realizes that it's no fun without me, her best friend.” I felt a small, unfamiliar feeling in the pit of my stomach. “Right?” 

I’m drunk too late talking to the moon

Writing songs I can’t sing to you, ‘cause

“Bah! Stop lying, I know you (Y/N). You would have fought alongside me and defended Kiri. You are not the same girl I knew in the forest back home,” I muttered, rolling my eyes and getting up to leave. Honestly, who did she think she was fooling? The skxawng had the balls to insult Kiri, and all she did was sit back and watch. She didn’t even make a move to help until it was to help him by pulling me off. “Talk to me when you’ve come back to your senses,” I called over my shoulder, refusing to look back. 

“Lo’ak! Bro—” a hand roughly grabbed my shoulder, jolting me out of my daze, “why’re you just staring off like that?” I whipped my head to see who the hell it was that was bothering me, only to be met with Neteyam.

“Did you have to grab me that hard?” I hissed before my initial anger gave way to a heavy feeling. “It's nothing, just—just lost in thought” I sighed, shrugging his hand off my shoulder. 

“Right, sure, nothing.” he crouched down beside me. “Don’t think you can lie to me lil bro, you’ve been spacing out more than you usually do. I didn’t even think it was possible to be more empty-headed than you already are,” he stated. 

“Wha—no I haven’t,” I tried to argue, but of course, he wasn’t convinced. 

“Can you stop arguing with me for once and just tell me what’s going on with you, you skxawng?” 

I scrunched my nose in distaste and inhaled sharply, “(Y/N) and I have been…  distant,” I admitted, turning to look at him. “She won’t even look at me. She either only answers me with one word or doesn’t answer at all.” 

He nodded, motioning for me to continue. 

“I—the last time we talked, I said things I didn’t mean. Things that just came out because I was so frustrated and… and angry. It was the heat of the moment and I—” 

“What did you say skxawng, did you hurt her?” Neteyam interrupted, face twisting to show the beginnings of distaste.

“No, no—” I sputtered and raised my hands to calm him before he could go on an hour-long lecture that I absolutely was not in the mood to hear. “At least I don’t think I did… I just wanted to ask her why the hell she was helping fish lips, that’s all—” 

“You didn’t answer me Lo’ak, what did you say to (Y/N)? I don’t care why you did it, I want to know what you said to elicit such a reaction from her.” By Eywa, if he would just give me a chance to get to the point—

“I—I told her that she was not the same girl that I knew back in the forest..." my ears lowered as the weight of what I said slowly sunk in. “And that she could talk to me once she came back to her senses,” I whispered, internally cringing at my harsh words.. 

“You fucking skxawng—” 

“Can you stop calling me that? I already know, you don’t need to keep repeating it…” I scoffed, looking out into the ocean. I’m good enough at beating myself up over the hundreds of times I’ve messed up in this lifetime, I didn’t need another disappointed set of eyes on me.

My ears twitched at the deep sigh he let out. “Look, I’m sorry that I keep calling you skxawng but that is exactly what you are for saying something so hurtful to your best friend of all people. The two of you were inseparable the moment you were born. Even if you don’t want to, suck up your dumbass pride,” my ears flattened again. It wasn’t pride, I’m not prideful. It—it was me needing (Y/N) on my side. We used to always be on the same page, and when she said I was wrong for wanting to defend Kiri against those assholes, it felt like she was siding with them instead of me, and—

Okay, so maybe it was pride.

  “Admit that you were wrong, and go talk to (Y/N),” Neteyam insisted as he put a reassuring arm around my shoulders, jostling me around to prove a point. “Your friendship is so much stronger and Eywa knows that a heat-of-the-moment argument isn’t going to break that. You should have more faith in her.” His gaze sharpened before he schooled his expression into something calmer. “Just talk to her, yeah?” 

“...Yeah,” I mumbled, swallowing down whatever argument was trying to bubble up from my throat and prying his arm off me. “You’re right. I’ll just clear things up with her and apologize. Everything will go back to normal after that, thanks bro—for listening,” I agreed. 

Ever since that day

The things I didn’t say They haunt me, oh

And I know that I’m to blame 

So, go ahead and 

Blame it on me, oh

Our lessons on the ways of the Metkayina were finished, so it was rare for the entire group to be in the same place. But every once in a while, we all finished our chores at the same time and found ourselves near the shore where we first learned to ride the ilu, and sat around a fire hours before eclipse, laughing and exchanging stories. 

The rarity of these moments made me cherish them that much more, but two people continued to miss our not-so-scheduled gatherings the past two moon cycles. How was it possible that they were the only two to keep missing our hangouts? Were they together? Fish lips had better not be doing anything to (Y/N) or so hel—

“(Y/N)! Ao’nung! You guys made it!” Rotxo laughed. 

“Yeah, yeah, quit shouting will you?” Ao’nung shot back as he sat down next to Rotxo, (Y/N) smiling softly as she followed. 

“So, what’ve you guys been up to? We haven’t seen you in what feels like ten moon cycles.” Neteyam questioned.

“Teyam, you saw me earlier today, you literally helped me feed our ikran,” (Y/N) joked. ‘Teyam? When did she start calling him by anything other than his given name?

Ao’nung swatted her side with his stupidly wide tail and swung an arm around her shoulder with a remarkably punchable smile on his face “More like he was trying to make sure you didn’t accidentally give them your fingers for breakfast. They would’ve gotten indigestion.”

“Haha very funny Ao’nung,” she drawled, “I would’ve fed you to Tekay instead, but she would’ve gagged the moment she caught a whiff of you,” she scoffed as she quickly pushed him away by the chest.

“Wait… Do they even have a gag reflex?” Fish lips didn’t budge, he just had a dumb look of confusion on his face.

“No, but they would defy the laws of biology to gag just for you,” she quipped, sticking out her tongue and moving to push him away again, but the skxawng had the nerve to pull her into a headlock. 

“Oh, yuey, the ikran won’t be the only ones gagging on me tonight,” he argued with a smirk. 

Did I want to punch that smirk off his face? Did I want to gag? Both? Before I could make a decision, (Y/N) grimaced, pushing him away again and smacking him upside the head. 

“That’s actually repulsive. You’re disgusting.”

“Dude, keep it in your pants, her family is right there,” Rotxo laughed, doubled over as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Yeah, we’re right here,” I interjected with a smile—wanting to join in on the jokes that were being thrown around—but it was hard to keep my face from falling when I saw (Y/N)’s bright expression falter. 

“Anyway, what were you guys talking about before Ao’nung and I arrived?” she asked in a too-bright tone of voice she only used when she desperately wanted to change the subject. As if everyone came to an unspoken agreement to forget about the conversation before, one by one they all started talking about who they thought would win in a fight—Toruk Makto, or our Olo’eyktan, Tonowari. 

The sound of laughter and excited chatter faded as I replayed the previous conversation in my head. When did they start joking around like that? Why the hell did fish lips call her yuey like it was the most natural thing in the world? How come she smiled so easily with him but faltered when she sees me? She was probably smiling with him right now—

I looked over at her, a pit in my stomach already forming at the idea of her smiling at him, but she looked so distant, so withdrawn from everything around her. Before I could even blink, she put a delicate hand on Ao’nung’s arm to grab his attention and mumbled something in a hushed tone. After a few beats of silent conversation, Ao’nung nodded and gave her a look of understanding. 

Why did he look at her like that? How much time did they spend together to be able to understand each other with just a look? How much time have I wasted breaking my promise to her while she grew closer to someone else? 

 Standing up, I made up my mind that I would talk to her and clear up any miscommunication. There was no way in hell I was about to let fish lips ruin our childhood friendship. Before I could even get close, Neteyam pulled me aside. 

“Bro, why’re you glaring at everyone?” he asked with concern written all over his face.

“Glaring?” I tilted my head in confusion. “I’m not glaring, this is just my face.” 

“No, no.” He shook his head. “I’m your brother, I know your face. Whatever look you’ve been throwing at Ao’nung and (Y/N)? You may as well have been throwing knives at them.”

Behind Neteyam, I could see (Y/N) get up to bid everyone good night and slowly walk in our direction. This was my chance, I just needed this overbearing idiot to leave me alone. 

“Whatever look you think I’m giving to them, you’re wrong,” I denied. “Can you not act like this right now?” My tail flicked side to side impatiently, an obvious twinge of annoyance clear in my tone. I licked my lips nervously as I could hear footsteps coming closer. Leaning slightly to the side, I looked behind Neteyam to see (Y/N) and—

Ao’nung? What? Why is he there? 

“Good night,” (Y/N) muttered, not sparing us a glance as she walked past. I followed her every move and—as if everything slowed down—my eyes narrowed as they found Ao’nung’s hand placed on her lower back, leading her gently in the direction of the marui. 

I know that I’m too late

But I’ll say it anyway

I’m sorry 

I’m sorry 

I’m sorry 

Though it's far too late

“I did it! Did you see that Reya?” I shouted—out of breath—as I showed off the shell Tsireya threw. 

“Yes, yes you did it!” She exclaimed, excitedly wrapping her hand around mine. For someone who spent so much time underwater, her hand radiated so much warmth. So easy to hold. My heart swelled with pride as she continued to compliment me. “You’ve improved so much!”

“Yeah? Well, I had a great teacher,” I joked, nudging her softly with my shoulder. It wasn’t just her hands that were warm either, she just seemed to radiate it.

“Oh stop, you flatter me too much,” she denied, fidgeting with her hair. Was that a blush on her face? “C’mon, why don’t we catch up with the others? Private lessons are officially done for the day,” she announced as she led me to shore. Oh Eywa, she looked so pretty like this, with her hair flowing down her back and the way her eyes cast down when she became flustered. And her smile, it was a smile that could knock the air out of my lungs.

While we walked onto shore, we joked around and laughed with each other, talking about anything and everything. The ease of each reply and joke came as smoothly as gliding through the water on an ilu—as easy as breathing. Laughing at another one of Tsireya’s jokes, my eyes scanned the village as we approached it. Families were winding down for the day as they cooked dinner, although I didn’t see mine anywhere nearby aside from Kiri. 

My smile slowly dropped when I was able to make out Kiri looking frantically around as if she was searching for someone. Tsireya and I made our way to her, worry filling the pit in my stomach. As we got closer, I could see Ao’nung climb down one of the roots of the Mangrove trees and make a beeline toward her. My eyes stayed on both of them, making sure that fish lips didn’t do anything to Kiri. 

Ears twitching I was able to make out the words, “(Y/N)? Did you find her? ” from Kiri as they were carried on the wind toward us.

“Yeah I did, I was able to get her to eat, but she’s not looking too good,” Ao’nung replied with concern lacing his voice.

Brows furrowing, I pulled Ao’nung by the shoulder. “What do you mean she’s not looking good? Where is she? What did you do?” 

“What the hell do you mean? I didn’t do shit, freak.” I rolled my eyes at the insult. He couldn’t use that thick head of his to think of anything else to call me? From the pained look on his face, I could tell that my grip on his shoulder had too much pressure. Good. Served him right.

Before Ao’nung and I could continue our argument Kiri groaned, “Will the both of you skxawng shut up! I’ll go talk to her.” My eyes followed her retreating form as she went to talk to (Y/N)—tail lashing back and forth in agitation all the while—before turning back to Ao’nung.

Who the hell did he think he was? I’d beat his skxawng ass if he hurt (Y/N) in any way. He had no right to look so damn worried. They weren’t even close. What even happened? How long had she been missing for Kiri to go to fish lips of all people for help? Should I follow Kiri? Why didn’t (Y/N) come to me? She always came to me, and if she came to me now, I absolutely would have listened. Why—

“Lo’ak? Hey, are you okay? Lo’ak?” a hand softly placed itself on my arm. Closing my eyes in frustration, I sighed. 

“Yeah, perfectly fine.” 

Damn it, was that when it started? How idiotic and blind have I been that I didn’t even notice that her trust in me started to slip and die when it was right in front of me? Why didn’t I go to her and make sure she was okay? I should’ve punched that idiot’s lights out—

“Ao’nung! Stop pulling me you skxawng, you’re walking too fast, slow down!” a hushed voice chastised. 

“C’mon yuey, we only have about an hour before eclipse, we have to hurry!” His voice grated against my ears as he responded. 

“That’s plenty of time!” (Y/N) insisted. I could hear the laughter bubbling up in her voice as she chased after him. “Please Ao’nung slow down, I can’t keep up.” 

“It can’t be helped, you’re so short—” a whack could be heard. “Ow!”

“I’m as tall as Tsireya, you giant!” 

“Both you and my sister are short—Ow! Alright, just because you did that, you leave me no choice,” Ao’nung said, throwing (Y/N) over his shoulder with a laugh. 

The bickering voices got closer, and my eyes narrowed at the way he held her. My breath hitched as he whispered something in her ear that made her ears perk up and her eyes widen. What the hell was he saying to her? Before I could spring up from my spot, Ao’nung tossed (Y/N) in the water, her yelp quickly interrupted by the sound of her body hitting the water. 

I stayed in my spot as shock zipped through my body. Letting out a breath I didn’t know I held, her head popped out of the water, a playful glare on her face. 

“I told you, you left me no choice,” he stated, guffawing at her expression.

“Oh yeah?” she groused, spitting out seawater as she wrung out her hair. “Well fuck you too. Help me out of here?” 

“Only if you say the magic word,” he taunted, crossing his arms with a smirk. “Otherwise, I’m afraid my hands are tied.”

“Please, oh great son of our Olo’eyktan, help me out of the ocean,” she beckoned dramatically, sarcasm dripping from every word while she rolled her eyes. “It’s about time you recognized my proud lineage, forest dweller,”  he said as his chest puffed out with a hand reaching towards (Y/N). And there was that stupid smile on his face.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, a mischievous smile spreading across her face as she reached for his hand, making sure to tug with enough force to unceremoniously yank him into the water. 

“So much for the son of a great warrior! Your instincts are shit!”

“My instincts are dull you say?” he questioned as his head popped up next to her. “We’ll see about that!” 

“Wha—AHHH—'' she wheezed. “No, please Ao’nung stop! That tickles!” Her arms flailed wildly in an attempt to free herself from his grasp. 

What the fuck.

  My ears flattened at an angle as I tried to process the scene unfolding before me. When did she start laughing with him? That should’ve been me she was laughing with. Not him, not the skxawng who had been nothing but rude to us since we arrived. What… what was I even saying—Fuck I didn’t know anymore. Why did I feel like this every time I saw them together… laughing and making jokes like we used to?

And it was me, it wasn’t you

It’s cliche, but it’s true 

I wasn’t thinking how I usually do, oh

And is your momma doing well? 

Or does she still hate me? 

But it was hard to watch me put you through hell 

I’m drunk, too late, talking to the moon, ooh

Writing songs I can’t sing to you, ‘cause 

Two weeks had passed since I started noticing the changes in (Y/N)’s relationship—friendship?—with Ao’nung. It was like every time I blinked, I could see her laughing loudly as Ao’nung tickled her with a triumphant smile on his stupid face. Since that day, I had been trying to find a way to talk to (Y/N), but she was never alone. She was always with him and when she wasn’t, she disappeared and I couldn’t find her no matter how hard I looked. 

Now here I was, wandering around trying to look for her as I rehearsed what I wanted to tell her. 

Where could she be? Dinner was in an hour and she wasn’t anywhere near our marui. I had to find her soon so there would be enough time for us to talk. I had to tell her that I miss her, that I was sorry for being so dumb, that I shouldn’t have let my pride blind me, and that I didn’t mean any of the things I said. 

There was only one place I hadn’t looked yet… hopefully she was there. 

As I was getting closer to the root Kiri stalked to, I could see two silhouettes beside each other. An all-too-familiar feeling bloomed in my chest once I registered that she was there with him. 

Her melodic laughter made my steps falter. I clenched my fists tightly, contemplating if I should go over there and pull her away, force her to talk to me, to listen. But I couldn’t, I couldn’t do that to her, not when she looked so content, so happy. 

Ever since that day 

The things I didn’t say 

They haunt me, oh

I know that I’m to blame 

So, go ahead and 

Blame it on me, oh

“Lo’ak? You said you were going to look for (Y/N) and never came back. She’s already in the marui helping mom cook,” Kiri stated, a twinge of annoyance lacing her voice. “Hey, are you listening?” She shook my arm slightly, making me jump out of my stupor. 

“Yeah, sorry, you said dinner was ready?” I asked as I stared off. 

The sand beside me crunched softly as Kiri made a move to sit beside me. “No, I said that (Y/N) is with mom helping her cook. Where is your head at?” she asked as she tilted her head to try and meet my gaze. “Are you alright?” The annoyance in her voice shifted to concern. 

“I’m fine, yep—just… fine,” I brushed her off, hoisting myself up to head towards Mom and Dad for dinner before Kiri yanked me back down. 

“Lo’ak, don’t pretend you’re okay when you’re not. Tell me what’s going on,” she urged. “Maybe I can help you with whatever it is that’s occupied your mind lately.”

I inhaled sharply, debating if I should tell her what had been muddying my mind, the reason why I had been so spaced out, why I had been glaring daggers at fish lips each time I saw his stupid face next to (Y/N)—how confused I was. 

“Stop with the thinking skxawng, you might hurt yourself,” she admonished. “Just tell me. It’s not like I can’t handle it.” 

Huffing, I rolled my eyes and turned away from her to look at the sea. I hadn't even said anything yet and Kiri was already making me feel idiotic. How was I supposed to tell her what's been going on like this? Maybe if I kept quiet for long enough, she would get tired of waiting for me to start talking and go on to eat dinner without me. 

A couple of minutes of silence passed. 

I could still feel her staring at me.

“I’ve—I’ve been conflicted,” I started, tongue feeling heavy in my mouth as I continued to stare at the shoreline. “I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

“What do you mean?” Kiri nudged my shoulder with hers. “Elaborate a little more, I can’t help if you don’t tell me the reason why you’re feeling confused.” 

“...Whenever I see (Y/N) with Ao’nung, it’s as if I can feel my heart aching,” I said, motioning toward my chest to prove my point. “There’s always a… a surge of anger that rushes through me. All I want to do is pull her away from him so then everything can go back to the way things used to be—for us to be okay.”

“Lo’ak…” If I was looking at her, I’d probably see Kiri tilt her head with sympathy. But sympathy isn’t what I needed right now.

“I want her to look at me and smile, to laugh with me, hug me—but now, whenever I get close to her, she’s next to him, laughing with him, cracking the jokes we would make to each other… I just—” I rubbed at my face in frustration. It wasn’t as if the words were hard to come by—I had spent so much time bottling them up that it was hard to stop talking. No, I just hated the fact that I felt this way in the first place. “I don’t understand why seeing them makes me feel like my heart is about to explode—why it makes me want to scream. It hurts.” 

“Lo’ak” she put a hand on my shoulder. “Are you—are you in love with (Y/N)?”

Love?

I sputtered in surprise and whipped my head toward Kiri to see if she was joking or not. What kind of a sick question was that? I wasn’t in the mood for any games. 

“What? No, she’s like my… sister?”

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “If you’re not, then why does seeing her with Ao’nung hurt you so much? Why do you care as much as you do?” 

“I shouldn’t!” I wrenched my shoulder away from her hand and stood up. The need to move around and do something—anything—was too much. There was too much energy thrumming right beneath my skin to sit still anymore. 

“That’s the problem! After everything I said to her, done to her? I don’t have the right to say I’m in love with her. She’s my childhood friend, Kiri. That’s all our relationship has ever been… I just—” I paused in thought and tried to calm down. “I didn’t realize seeing her have so much fun with someone else would make me feel so, so hollow—” 

“Let me ask you something, you have to promise to be completely honest with me, okay?”

I nodded, not even looking in her direction. 

“When (Y/N) tried to pull you off from Ao’nung that one fight months ago, what did you feel? Angry? Betrayed? Jealous?”

Jealous? Did she really think I was sulking for months because of such a petty feeling? I’m not a jealous person. I never have been. 

“Seeing her jump in to get me off him made me feel like she was siding with him and telling me that I was wrong. Her actions were clear as day to me, Kiri.” I started to pace around. “She was protecting him—caring for him when she should’ve been next to me, helping and supporting me. When she did that—I felt like the only person that’s ever been on my side—” I croaked and turned my head to look at Kiri as tears stung my eyes “The only person who didn’t see everything I did as some sort of disappointment or failure, abandoned me and chose someone else.”

“...”

“I know that I could’ve approached her a different way but how could I when I felt so broken?” I inhaled sharply, eyebrows furrowed. “ It’s all fish lips’ fault. If he wasn’t such an asshole, none of this would have happened, and (Y/N) and I would still be the same, she would still be by my side—supporting me, loving me.” 

“Why do you keep blaming it on Ao’nung?”

“Because it is his fault that things have turned out the way it has.” I threw my hands up, exasperated. What wasn’t Kiri getting? “He’s getting in between my relationship—er—friendship with (Y/N)! If he wasn’t there I would be able to talk to her and tell her I’m sorry, but she’s always with him—”

“Stop! Are you hearing yourself?” She nudged at my foot to interrupt and scoffed. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? (Y/N) told me what you said to her, how ‘she wasn’t the same girl’ you knew back in the forest. Do you know what happened when you told her that? Do you know how much pain she was in?”

Pain? I snorted, turning towards Kiri. “Now I know what you’re saying is bullshit. You know how (Y/N) is—if she really was pissed at me she would’ve come to me instead of running to someone else.”

“She wasn’t pissed. She cried because of you, Lo’ak. Because of what you said.” I stopped dead in my tracks to look at her. Kiri's eyes didn’t waver. Another heavy feeling settled on my chest and clawed its way up my throat. If you had asked me what it was, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you. Was I sad? Guilty? Angry? Was I jealous like she said?

I settled on anger.

“If you’re saying what I think you’re saying—”

“The person that found her that night, the one who comforted her? That was Ao’nung. He held her in his arms as she sobbed when I found them.” She stood up too, forcing me to stop pacing. 

“The last thing I want to hear about right now is him, Kiri. What the fuck—”

“Did you ever think about why she’s so comfortable with him now? Why they’re so close? While you ignored her for weeks, he made sure she was okay—made sure she ate every day. He didn’t leave her side until she finished,” Kiri pointed out, and before I could even think to open my mouth to remind her how shitty he was to her especially, she cut me off. “Yes, he was an asshole at the beginning, and yes he has a screwed-up way to show he cares, but he stepped up when you fucked up.” She poked my chest with a glare before she continued. 

“Oh, so I’m a fuck-up now?” I asked wryly. 

“You can’t put all the blame on someone that took care of your best friend. Stop being so blinded by your pride and hatred and see that you’re the real reason why your relationship with (Y/N) isn’t the same as it used to be.” 

My heart sank a little more as I scrambled for something to say. “How could you say that—”

“No, you do not get to interrupt me right now, Lo’ak.” Her eyes flashed with something closer to anger than annoyance. When was the last time I saw her angry? “Listen and listen well. When we couldn’t find (Y/N) and we were looking for her everywhere—he was the one that found her spot, the one she isolated herself to so she could cry alone, and no one would see how much pain she was in. And what were you doing in the meantime?” 

My ears flattened at her rising tone, and I was finally beginning to understand the weight stuck in my throat and chest. Not anger, not even jealousy.

“You were out there with Tsireya, stuck in your own little world.”

It was my fault.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m really happy that you found her but you can’t have both of them. You can’t be that selfish. From (Y/N)’s perspective, you’ve already chosen the one you want.”

“It’s not like I’ve actually chosen anyone yet,” I tried to interject, but all the fight had left my voice as Kiri’s words dug into my skin and sunk in.

“Don’t you dare play with either of their feelings. (Y/N) held so much love for you in her heart, she allowed herself to break to the point of no repair because she didn’t want to show you how much it hurt her to see you at your happiest with Tsireya.” She paused before continuing, her voice losing its edge. “Let her move on, brother. And if it’s Ao’nung that makes her light up the way she used to, then you suck it up and let him. He was there when your pride wouldn’t even let you apologize or even look in her direction. Actually think about how she feels for once.” 

I hated the fact that there wasn’t anything I could say to prove her wrong. 

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about nowadays,” I muttered.

I know that I’m too late

But I’ll say it anyway 

I’m sorry 

I’m sorry, hmm

I’m sorry 

Though it’s far too late 

“I thought I was already doing that,” a faint voice huffed in annoyance. Turning the corner, I saw Ao’nung and (Y/N) standing on the beach together— far too close for my liking. 

“You were, but you got sloppy. Here, you have to move your hips like this,” he said as he corrected her posture. My ears flattened against my head as he put a hand on her hip and gently directed her movement.

Why did he look so gentle with her?

“Ao’nung,” (Y/N)’s voice rang out, clear as crystal despite her uncertain tone. “Are you sure you should be teaching me this? This is a traditional Metkayina dance, right? I’m…” she hesitated, her voice becoming smaller. “I’m not Metkayina—” 

“Yet.” He interrupted, holding her face in his hands. “You are not Metkayina yet. Once you become one of us, you will have to learn the dance to celebrate the return of our spirit brothers and sisters, so why not learn that now?” I hated how reassuring his voice was. The thought of how either of their eyes looked as they held contact made my stomach turn.

“Yeah… you’re right,” she mumbled with an unsure look on her face.

“Woah, hey pretty girl, look at me,” he insisted, laying his hands on her shoulders and bending his neck so they were at eye level. “I’m serious when I say you will become Metkayina one day, so don’t worry yourself over it right now. Okay?” Ao’nung tilted his head to the side, an unbelievably soft expression on his face. “You have me here to help you.”

���Alright…” (Y/N) mumbled, not convinced. 

“If you don’t get rid of that look on your face I’ll throw you into the water,” he said as his face shifted from sincerity to something mischievous. “Or worse… I’ll tickle you,” he threatened.

“You better not Ao’nung, or I swear to the Great Mother herself I will hu—AHH—get away, you skxawng!'' She laughed as she tried to run away, but Ao’nung grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her into his arms. And despite her words of protest, it was clear as day that she was leaning into him while they scuffled on the sand. 

“No!” she shrieked with glee. “You can’t make me go in there again!”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, forest dweller!”

A thought occurred. Should I go up to them? We never got the chance to talk, after all. I took a few steps in their direction before freezing. When was the last time I heard her laugh like that? She had the biggest smile on her face, and the one who made that happen wasn’t me—it was him. 

And if you ever hear this 

I hope you know that 

I’m not proud of who I’ve been, ooh

And if I see you again

I hope you know that 

I wish you nothing but the best

And my biggest regret

The afternoon was quiet, relative silence only interrupted by the crashing of waves. Without much to do, I just sat in our marui and lazed around with Tuk until a horn blew. 

“The tulkun have returned! Everybody—our brothers and sisters have returned!” Tsireya’s voice rang out, and when I poked my head out to see what the fuss was about, I saw the megawatt smile on her face, as she swam by on her ilu. 

The village came to life as everyone mounted either ilu or canoe to make their way to the tulkun. From here, I could see little more than a large group of dark shapes making their way through the water. Payakan himself was dauntingly huge, but to see a whole pod of them show up like this? It was spectacular. I watched the commotion unfold from one of the walkways, lost in thought before I felt water splashing at my feet. 

“Come on Lo’ak! Don’t just stand there, let’s go see the tulkun together!” Tsireya urged, still smiling. Shaken out of my stupor, I grinned widely—diving into the water and clambering onto her ilu. lu may be lithe animals, but I could still feel sinuous muscle under velvety skin as it made adjustments in the water to keep balance. 

“I’ll come, but only if you’re offering a ride,” I joked, gently holding her waist and playfully leaning onto her. The cool water around us made her skin feel that much warmer. It was nice. 

Before I could see her reaction—I would’ve bet anything at that moment that her cheeks had become flushed—we began to quickly make our way toward the rest of the clan and the giant tulkun. 

The air around me vibrated with the excitement and happiness of loved ones returning, and Tsireya was no exception—the speed of the ilu gave away her eagerness to be with her spirit sister. As we leaped into and out of the water, Tsireya’s laughter was carried by the wind and reached my ears. That, and the answering whoops and bellows of Metkayina and tulkun alike, was almost contagious enough to get carried away by the energy surrounding us. 

“My spirit sister is down there,” she said as she dismounted, sliding off her ilu and into the water. “Wait here, yeah?” she smiled at me before diving down.  

I was more than happy to watch the Na’vi around me. Looking around, I was in awe of the sheer amount of tulkun gathered in one area, and how each Metkayina was able to identify their spirit sisters or brothers so easily. Looking down into the shifting waters, I saw Tsireya catching up with her spirit sister, waving her hands around and swimming through the water alongside her.

All around, I could hear people telling stories and the deep, booming calls of the tulkun as they responded with tales of their own. New parents were showing their babies and calves, and as my eyes scanned the horizon, I could see small children holding onto the tulkun’s fins as they were lifted to the glittering ocean surface.  

Not too far away, I heard the sound of a body hitting the water and the sound of grating, but familiar laughter along with an indignant (Y/N) sputtering. 

“Ao’nung, what the fu—” 

“Hey, hey, relax! It’s just some water. There are children here, yuey,” Ao’nung chided with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“The parents of those children are going to have to explain what it means to return to Eywa once I’m through with you,” she retorted, treading water and becoming even more unamused when he raised his hands in mock surrender. 

“Woah there pretty girl, you’re talking to the son of the mightiest warrior in all of Pandora—”

“That’s funny, I don’t see Neteyam here,” she interjected, pretending to search the waters around them before turning back to Ao’nung and tilting her head, “do you?”

“Just because you said that you can have fun finding your own way back to shore,” he said as he turned his ilu around.

“Oh, c’mon Ao’nung, don’t be like that,” she rolled her eyes and reached a hand towards him. “You’d really leave me here to fend for myself?”

He turned and wagged a disapproving finger at her, “I’ll consider forgiving you if you say word-for-word that I’m the son of the mightiest warrior in all of Pandora. I can’t have you slandering my father’s name, yuey.” She groaned and leaned back into the water. 

“You couldn’t pay me enough to say that load of bull—”

“Nope!” he didn’t give her a chance to defile the ears of any nearby children and crossed his arms. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“...”

“I’m still waiting.”

With a sardonic smile, she finally caved. “Why don’t I do you one better? You’re the mightiest warrior to exist since the time of the First Songs,” she declared, sarcasm dripping from every word as she slapped at the water for emphasis. 

“That’s what I thought, was that so hard?” Even if I wasn’t able to see them, I still would have been able to hear the stupidly wide smile that made its way across his face.

“Don’t be such a big baby and let me meet your spirit brother!” 

“Just because he’s here to visit today, I’ll let that one slide for now.” Ao’nung rolled his eyes, dismounting his ilu to join (Y/N). “Now hold on tight and hold your breath like how we practiced.”

We? Who the fuck was we? Why was he allowing her to meet his spirit brother? Why were they looking at each other like that?

I watched both of their silhouettes submerge and breathed deeply, forcing my thundering heart to calm as I slowly sank my head into the water. At first, all I could see were blobs floating around in the water, but once my eyes adjusted, I could see the fluid movement of Ao’nung talking to his spirit brother. Eyebrows furrowing, I swam a little closer and hoped that I would be able to see what was being signed. With each movement made, it was clear that Ao’nung was translating the clicks and bellows of the tulkun to (Y/N), and whatever was being said made her smile widen by the second. 

I couldn’t watch anymore as my chest burned from the lack of air and I resurfaced to catch my breath. For once, I was thankful for the lack of lung capacity I had. I climbed back onto Tsireya’s ilu. Seeing as she wasn’t back yet, I sat back and leaned on its neck to face the sky.

Did she always glow like that when she smiled? Whenever she was with him—she always looked so happy, so vibrant. Would she have looked like that with me by her side if I didn’t push her away? If I was there for her like I had promised? I wanted to tell her sorry—that I was sorry for taking our friendship for granted, for making her go through it alone. I wish that it didn’t take seeing her smile and laugh with someone else to make me realize how I felt.

I willed my tears to go away. 

Is this how she felt? Seeing me with Tsireya? Great Mother… I was truly horrible, wasn’t I? I wished things turned out differently. Maybe in another universe, I did talk to her—realized sooner, made her happier—but now? Right now, my heart was torn in two, watching as someone else picked up the pieces of the heart I crushed. No amount of words could fix what we used to have, and even though I wanted to whisk her away, tell her I love her—that I see her—that seeing her with him made my skin crawl, I knew I couldn’t. I was no longer worthy to be part of her life, because of me and my actions alone. 

I had become nothing but a stranger. 

Ever since that day 

The things I didn’t say 

They haunt me

I know that I’m to blame

So go ahead and 

Blame it on me, ooh

I know that I’m too late 

But I’ll say it anyway

I’m sorry

I’m sorry 

Hmm, I’m sorry 

Oh-oh-oh-oh, I’m sorry

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[aihoshiino]

An Interview with Ai: Da Vinci Magazine Jan. 2024 (4chan Anon TL)

In the issue of Da Vinci Magazine dated for Jan 2024, there was an exciting surprise - four whole pages of an in-character interview with Ai of B-Komachi! Taking place shortly before her 20th birthday, Ai discusses various things with the interviewer, resulting in some surprising new information about her relationships with certain characters and her own home life...

To be clear up front: This is not my translation! I'm archiving and mirroring it from 4chan where it was originally posted by an anon. I've made no changes to the text save cleaning up some grammar errors and typos and formatting it for tumblr. I plan on doing my own translation of the interview, either via scans or buying the magazine myself when I have the money, but for now, I hope this will do!

Q: It seems to have been a turbulent year for B-Komachi and Ai as well. Looking back, what was your impression?

Ai: That's true. It really went by in the blink of an eye. Everyone was so busy, myself included. It was so strange. Before I knew it, we were already scheduled to perform in the Tokyo Dome (laughs). I thought to myself, "I see... so we did come this far."

Q: You have taken on many challenges so far. What is your most memorable job?

Ai: I had a great time in all of them. There were also many occasions when I thought, "Are they asking me to do this too!?". But if I had to pick something other than my idol activities, then my most memorable job would be all the times I had to work in movies. I met so many people that, at the end, it felt like hanging out with friends. And then, in the blink of an eye, the job would be over (laughs).

Q: You were really getting into it (laughs). But acting is completely different than being an idol. Did you find it difficult?

Ai: For me, it is normal to be photographed as well as being filmed while singing, on a music video, or during variety shows. I wonder if I was able to put that experience to good use, but then I think about it, and I believe I did it perfectly!!

Q: ...so was it difficult?

Ai: Having to deal with the waiting time was more difficult at first. I know I shouldn't say this, but sometimes I was sooo bored (laughs). But finding new ways to kill time was fun.

Q: It's like the saying goes, "Waiting is part of an actor's job."

Ai: Oooh, I had no idea there was a saying like that! How interesting!!

Q: Looking back, Ai's first drama was directed by Taishi Gotanda, and then you worked with him in subsequent films too. What impression do you have of him?

Ai: He has a scary face. But when I talk to him, there are many times when it feels like he's just a useless adult. In that aspect, I can sympathize with him. There were times I was eating my lunch, and whenever rice fell while eating, he would just jump and say, "WATCH OUT!" like a mom (laughs). But well, I love his works. Whenever I watched them, it felt like, "Ah, his passion for authenticity is genuine." As a creator myself, I knew I could trust in him.

Q: It certainly feels like he's good at depicting the inner lives of characters.

Ai: That's right, it always feels like instead of characters, his works show real people. And I love that. I'm not a big fan of movies; at most, I watch some dramas recommended to me, and they are usually really entertaining! I think I'm not good for the roles of such characters, and I thank that director Gotanda's works aren't of that type.

Q: Your acting feels quite natural. What kind of acting guidance did the director give to you?

Ai: None, really. He just said, "Do as you please," and I just went with it. However, I don't think everyone was on the same page. In one of the sets, there was a child actress called Kana Arima-chan. She is suuuuuper cute, and whenever she was acting, I was thinking, "Wow, she's just like the character," and that's when it sunk to me that actors are capable of anything.

Q: Maybe it was possible that you, without realizing it, were asking Arima-san to lead the scenes?

Ai: Pretty much. In fact, she even scolded me (laughs). "Can you take this a bit more seriously?" she told me. I was doing my best, though! (laughs). But seeing Kana-chan so serious about doing a good job made me want to put even more effort into my role.

Q: That reminds me, there's a child actor from Ichigo Pro called Aqua-kun working on it too.

Ai: Ahaha, Aqua-kun was so cute too! He has such a mysterious charm, it made me wonder "maybe he's a genius too?" Don't forget to watch his future projects, alright?

Q: I won't. Returning to the topic of your activities as an actress, what part of it was the most interesting for you?

Ai: I still have problems understanding what "acting" means. Sometimes it felt that, well… rather than trying to find a character in myself, the character itself was taking over my own actions. Even thought I was acting, I didn't feel like myself, as if every action was being performed automatically. But rather than make me wonder about my talent or lack of, I guess it was all thanks to the wonderful script.

Q: I see. So in a way it's similar to separating Ai as a person and Ai as an idol?

Ai: There are parts of myself that I still don't understand, but I believe it's the same for everyone. Everyone acts with an idea of what they "want to become". Until now and from now on, I will continue working hard just so I can become the person that everyone wants me to be. In that sense I could say that I'm acting, playing the role of Ai. Of course it doesn't mean that I'm forcing myself to, it just happens unconsciously, naturally. I also have to face everyone in B-Komachi, how cute they are as well as their honesty. They show that cuteness to the fans, and for me, that's not an act.

Q: And said B-Komachi is now going to perform at the Dome. Why do you think the group is so beloved by fans?

Ai: It's because we worked together, because I knew that by working seriously we could go this far. Also I don't believe the Dome is our ultimate goal, or better said, I can't quite grasp how amazing is for us to perform there. Our boss said that he always wanted to see us perform there so I decided to do my best in order to make that dream come true. That's why, till now and from now on, I will continue working hard to fulfill everyone's dreams.

Q: So Ai's forte is to want everyone around her to be happy.

Ai: Yes. But I wonder if the rest thinks the same.

Q: Don't you have any personal ambitions?

Ai: Ah, now that you ask, I have a bit of a naughty opinion and is that I'm happy that we are selling a lot and getting a good amount of money (laughs). Being able to buy a really expensive ice cream is pure bliss. As for the rest, just seeing my fans happy is enough to make me happy too. But rather than happy, I guess it makes me feel at ease.

Q: When you say you feel at ease, is that similar to saying that you found a place where you belong?

Ai: A place where I belong… I'm sure everyone search such thing, I think it's the same for some members of B-komachi.

Q: …is it different for you?

Ai: I can't quite tell, it's something I'm having problems figuring that out. Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in place, but then I feel like the energy I receive from everyone allows me to do my best as an idol as well as my other jobs, and in exchange, I'm able to bring smiles to them.

Q: I see. It's true that many types of fans have enjoyed your live performances in the past. Which reminds me, there was also this one video of baby twins cheering for you that went viral.

Ai: Oh yeah that one!! I can't believe how those babies could swing those glowsticks like that. It was so cute~. I feel so much bliss every time I watch it.

Q: During a TV show when they showed that video to you, many people in social media pointed out your smile while watching it

Ai: Oh right! I thought it was the same smile I always had. When I read those comments I couldn't help but ask to myself "Eh? What is so different?"

Q: From now I'll be making questions a bit more private. Could you tell us about how were you during your childhood?

Ai: I don't think I was a good child. If anything, I was a really nasty brat (laughs). Because our house was close to the railroad, during midnight I would often walk near the tracks wondering if the train is coming close. Once I hear it, I would run away. If I tried that today, I'm sure it would be a problem (laughs)

Q: Did you wonder where did you want to go back then?

Ai: I wonder. I didn't had an specific place in mind. I lived with my mother, but she had a boyfriend back then, always living in their own little bubble being loveydovey and it was rough for me. I just said "Ah, this is not my place" and ran away, I could think about the rest later.

Q: Maybe going to a friend's house was a better option.

Ai: I've always been a loner, since I was a kid. There were many times when people would get irritating and I would just prefer to be alone playing Tetris. Of course, that doesn't mean that I would take loneliness over company, but at times I could tell that, whenever someone was around, the mood between people would go sour and I then stayed away from them.

Q: But then, are there any fond memories you have from your childhood?

Ai: Let's see… I do remember my dad. It wasn't something that happened often, but this one time, we went to the grocery store and bought some natto. Then, when I took the plastic from it and wrapped it in seaweed, he said, "Oh, you did it well," and that made me happy. That's why, even to this day, I'm quite skilled at wrapping food in seaweed.

Q: Being praised by your parents is usually trivial, but for some, it's something fondly remembered when it happens. From your perspective, what were your parents like?

Ai: Maybe they were like me, seeing things from the same perspective. Rather than seeing each other like family, it felt more like partners in a way. But I can't hate them for that, no human is perfect and no one is actively seeking a parental role.

Q: That's quite a mature way of seeing things. 

Ai: I wonder. I'm in a parental role too… ooooor so I think that's what I feel whenever I see a child with their parents in the audience. It's because of my experience in my childhood that I can't comment on other parents whenever their children do something bad. Parenting is difficult, I'm sure.

Q: In that case, if Ai ever had a family, would you also treat your children as friends or partners instead of keeping a parent-child relationship?

Ai: It doesn't matter. As long as everyone is happy and smiling, then it's fine with me. If you asked me what a perfect family is, I just wouldn't know how to answer that. But it would be one as long as the children are happy. If I had a family, I would do whatever it takes to achieve that.

Q: I know I shouldn't ask this of an idol, but do you have someone you want to marry?

Ai: ...That's a secret (laughs)

Q: You were scouted in order to be an idol. What were your impressions about idols back then?

Ai: For me, they were so pure, always shining, and doing their best to support and care about their fans. That's how I saw idols. If the job of an idol is to make people happy, then I wanted to be like that too, well I'm still working on it.

Q: And now that you are one, has that image changed?

Ai: They are hard workers, just as I imagined. There are times when things get rough, but then I push myself like, "Let's just do it" and continue with pure momentum (laughs)

Q: It would be weird to not get used to the routine.

Ai: But I love it, with its ups and downs. There's been times I felt like I was doing something wrong, that maybe I didn't belong here, but then I remember that being able to be an idol is wonderful.

Q: For Ai, is this your dream job?

Ai: Hmmm, I wonder. I wouldn't go that far. A real idol truly loves their fans, is always kind, and would never lie. I'm still trying hard, doing my best, wondering if one day someone will look at me and say, "She is the real deal.".

Q: But there are many who describe Ai as an "unmatched genius idol."

Ai: Why do they even call me something like that? I'm just there in the group, being myself; I don't know which one of my actions qualifies me to be called that.

Q: In that case, for Ai, what does it mean to be an idol?

Ai: At times, I think that being an idol means being "able to express herself to others." Sounds cool, doesn't it? (laughs). In reality, I believe that it's about being able to replicate what others want from you. ….Hmmm, I guess it makes it sound like school or something.

Q: Do you feel B-Komachi in the same way?

Ai: B-Komachi is different. I met everyone when the group was created, and we wasted no time getting into idol activities. If I lagged behind even a bit, I felt like I was causing problems for others. But with the passing of time, we managed to spend more time together, and I feel like we share an irreplaceable bond.

Q: What is exactly this "irreplaceable bond"?

Ai: Ah, it's nothing too deep. It's just that I've started hanging out with the rest more often. I'm quite a home person, so when I ordered food for everyone, Takamii (Takamine) would get mad at me because the vegetable portions were too small. "You lack femininity! You will never become a wife at this rate!" (laughs). I never said I was thinking of becoming a wife! (laughs)

Q: (laughs) Earlier, you said that sometimes you felt alienated during your childhood. Didn't that cause problems for you, considering that you were chosen as the center of the group?

Ai: Kinda does. Even now, I still wonder if I should be the center. There are more capable members in the group. Of course, I feel honored, but I'm still unsure if I'm doing it right. Maybe other members should be in my position. Besides, it's hard to memorize the dance as a center (bitter laugh)

Q: As a final question, what are the current goals for B-Komachi?

Ai: We have new members joining us this year, so we are even more hyped than before, and we are finally performing in such a big venue as the Dome. B-Komachi has finally become a great group, and I'm sure they will be fine even after I'm gone. Not that I'm planning on quitting (laughs). All the members are so hardworking, kind, and cute. From now on, please, pretty please, support them as much as you can.

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #ai hoshino #b-komachi #onk translations

[katethewriter]

congrats on 1k!!! how abt wandanat x reader where r is a singer and on tour. wandanat surprise r on tour? btw love your writinggg!!

She is Love

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Words: 3.5k~

Warnings: none, light angst in the beginning, total fluff at the end, cheesy writing

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this. So, thank you so much to the anon who requested this. I love you. Also, if you're curious, this is titled after the song She is Love by Parachute. You should totally go check it out! Listen on repeat while reading the fic. It's definitely one of my favorite songs (this is my fave cover, also how I imagine R sounds singing it). Without any further ado, here we go! I hope you enjoy!

“Where are you, detka?” Wanda asks leaning forward in the passenger seat. She brings the phone closer to her face to examine the background behind you.

Natasha looks over from the driver seat, “let me see.”

The Sokovian pulls the phone away from the other woman’s view, “eyes on the road, Romanoff.”

The assassin rolls her eyes, but does as she’s told, grumbling something along the lines of ‘She’s my girlfriend too.’

From the other side of the facetime call, you laugh at your girlfriends’ antics. Part of you, a large part, aches to be with them right now, especially on a day like today. But you don’t want them to see you upset, so you push the feeling away and smile, “wait- where are you?”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Wanda raises an eyebrow, “I asked first.”

Now, you are the one rolling your eyes. “Fine,” you say and flip your camera around, “I’m in a coffee shop.”

Panning around the small shop, you give them a view of your drink on the table before turning the camera back to face you.

“It’s cute and just down the block from my hotel.” You take a quick look around the room, “its bringing back some memories. You know?” You smile to your girlfriend.

Wanda smiles sweetly, “I know, detka.”

“Where is Gary?” Natasha asks from off screen.

“Calm down,” you turn the camera around again to show your bodyguard standing on the other side of the coffee shop window, “he’s right there. I am capable of taking care of myself, you know.”

“We do know,” Wanda turns the phone so you can see them both, “we also know that thousands of people have flocked to that city to see you perform. Our enemies could be hiding amongst them.”

You release a long sigh. They did this the last time you went on tour too, though you weren’t nearly as popular and well-known that time. They still demanded that you have a bodyguard with you whenever you left the hotel. Though you felt it was unnecessary, you obliged to give them peace of mind when they couldn’t be there to protect you.

The tour has been exhilarating, but it is hitting you a bit harder than the first one. For your first tour, you were just an opening act; this go around, you are the headliner. Everyone that comes to these concerts is there to see you, and you are dedicated to giving them the best show possible, even if it exhausts you, even if it makes you miss time with your girlfriends.

It’s been so long since you have seen them last, and sometimes all the facetimes, phone calls, and texts in the world can’t make up for not being in their arms.

Today is one of those days.

Make no mistake. You are so grateful to be where you are in your career and for your girlfriends who have supported you every step of the way. Just sometimes you wish you had a break.

Wanda must have picked up on this, “are you ok?” Her expression hints at worry, but her voice manages to stay light.

“You never answered my question,” you quickly changed the subject, “where are you guys?”

Natasha looks over from the driver’s side with a cheeky smile. “In a car,” she answers and turns her attention back to the road.

You chuckles, “yeah I got that, but where are you driving?”

Wanda shakes her head, “detka, you know we can’t tell you that.”

Ducking your head, you nod, “right.”

Dating two avengers proved to be a bit harder than you had first anticipated. Take a situation like today for example.

The original plan was for them to be here today. They were going to see the show, and tomorrow night’s show and then you would get to spend your off day with them after that. However, they had been given a last-minute mission, so plans changed.

Maybe that’s why you missed them so much. You had gotten too excited for them to be here.

“We’re sorry, lyubov,” the widow apologizes. She can hear the disappointment in your voice, and it’s breaking her heart. “As soon as this mission is over, we will be on the next flight to you. I promise.”

You smile and nod, not wanting to worry them anymore.

The Sokovian attempts to distract you from the hard emotions, “so what else do you have left to do today?”

Glancing at your watch quickly, you tell them of your schedule for the day, “well, I have a sound check in a little over an hour, maybe a quick dance rehearsal. Then a small lunch, meet and greet, then we get ready for the show.”

Natasha pulls over and parks the car, so she can really pay attention to the call before you have to end it.

“Sounds like you’re gonna be busy… as always,” Wanda jokes. She manages to pull a genuine smile from you and it makes her heart soar.

“As always,” you playfully agree.

Your other girlfriend takes the phone, “be safe and have fun!”

“Okay-“

“and for the love of god, drink water,” she quickly adds. You try and fail to hide the blush forming in your cheeks.

Damn, they know you so well.

“I will,” you promise, “can I call you after the show?”

Your girlfriends share a look, and you know they are having a silent conversation in they’re heads. When they’re done, Wanda answers, “maybe, it will depend on where we are in the mission. We will text you to let you know, ok?”

It’s not what you wanted, but it’s better than no contact at all. So, you’ll take it. “Ok, I guess I probably need to be heading back,” you grab your coffee and stand, making your way to the exit.

“Have a great show! Break a leg!” Natasha encourages you with a smile.

Wanda mirrors her, “we love you so much, and we are so incredibly proud of you.”

“I love you both too,” you smile warmly to them. You blow them a kiss and end the call. You make your way to Gary, so you both can walk to the venue.

You miss your girls greatly, but right now, you need to focus on the performance.

The call ends, and Wanda slumps into her seat.

The Sokovian looks to her girlfriend, “I hate lying to her.”

“Me too, but don’t worry. It’ll be worth it,” the Russian kisses her softly. She puts the car in drive and they continue they’re journey.

🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶

A loud ringing sound fills your ears.

You just finished one of your most popular songs, and the audience is cheering. You hold the pose for another moment before you turn to the stage hand who carries your water bottle and acoustic guitar.

“Thank you,” you take the water and drink greedily while the band plays transition music. Switching the water bottle for the guitar, you get ready to continue the show.

Up next in the set is the empty slot.

Every performance, about 2/3 through the show, you have a slot which you get to use as you wish. Often times, you will pull a fan on stage, which is always a blast. Sometimes, you just want to sing a song not from the set list.

Tonight, you decided to sing a special song.

Walking down to the end of the catwalk, you strum the guitar while the band fades out slowly. Waiting for you at the end of the platform is a stool and two microphones on stands. One for you to sing into and the other to pick up the guitar.

Sitting down, you take a moment to look around. You strum lightly, surrounded by audience members. Some standing right beside the stage, looking up at you excitedly.

“Is it alright with you guys if I slow things down a bit?” you ask into the mic.

Happy cheers sound all around you making you smile widely to them all.

“Thanks,�� you continue to strum, “I kinda want to tell you guys a story. It’s about a girl who liked to make music; I bet you can guess who that girl was.”

They cheer again, and you chuckle.

“Yep, its about me, back before I released a song, before I dropped an album, before that album hit the top of the charts. Back when performing in a stadium like this,” you pause to look around, eyes scanning all the way from the audience members on the floor to the ones up in the nosebleeds, “was just a pipe dream.”

“I used to play in these little hole in the wall venues around New York, café’s, a few bars, a park or two.” Pausing to take a breath, you glance down to your hands as they manipulate the strings to produce sound. You look back up and continue, “one day, I was playing in a little coffee shop, and the two most beautiful women I’ve ever seen walked in.”

At the reference to your girlfriends, the crowd goes crazy, erupting into applause and screams.

Your connection to them is well known all around the world. The relationship between two avengers and a very popular music artist has hit headlines multiple times over the past few years. Almost all being positive.

The three of you are seen as champions for the queer community and the first major representation of a throuple and poly relationships in general. Your fans being some of your biggest supporters with their social media fan pages all over the internet.

You laugh at their excitement, “ok, so you know which two women I’m talking about? Well, they sat in that coffee shop all day listening to me play, and I guess you know, the rest is history.” Smiling softly, you make sure to keep your voice from shaking. Maybe telling the story of how you met the loves of your life while you are missing them so much wasn’t the greatest idea, but here you are.

“The funny thing about this story,” you smile widely, “is that it took place exactly four years ago today.”

They all begin to scream again, and you have to wait for them to quiet down.

“So you can imagine today is a pretty special day to me,” you chuckle, “so to honor this special day, I would like to play a very special song. It was actually one of the ones I played in that coffee shop that day, so…. here we go.”

Plucking at the guitar strings, you let the sound of the crowd fade away, as you focus on the song and the two you wish were here to hear it….. and then you sing….

“I've been beaten down. I've been kicked around, but she takes it all for me...

... and I lost my faith in my darkest days, but she makes me want to believe.

They call her love, love, love, love, love.

They call her love, love, love, love, love.

She is love, and she is all I need. Yeah, yeah.”

In this moment, you could hear a pin drop.

The audience is silent. Out of thousands of people, no one makes a sound. Every soul in the stadium is mesmerized as you play.

It’s incredible, like you have stopped time, creating a bubble around yourself and your guitar while the rest of them remain frozen.

From their seats, Wanda and Natasha watch just as entranced as the others. Tears fill their eyes as they are transported back 4 years ago. They’ve admitted that the moment you played this song in the coffee shop that day, that was the moment they knew they were going to fall in love with you.

You’ve played them this song on this day every year since, and you didn’t break the tradition today.

Wanda squeezes Natasha’s hand, gaining her attention. They share a glance, and in each other’s eyes, they see the love they share for you reflecting back at them. Turning back at the stage, they fall under your spell again.

They somehow fall even more in love with you as you continue to sing.

“Well, I had my ways. They were all in vain, but she waited patiently.

It was all the same. All my pride and shame, but she put me on my feet.

They call her love, love, love, love, love.

They call her love, love, love, love, love.

She is love, and she is all I need. She is love, and she is all I need.

She's all I need.”

The last note echoes through the stadium as the song ends. A moment of silence follows as no one wants to break the moment.

Through the silence, you think you hear a voice in your head.

“We love you more than you will ever know, Y/n.”

Instantly, you stand.

“Wanda?” you ask loudly in your mind.

While the crowns applauses, your eyes search the audience even though you doubt you would be able to spot her even if she was here.

‘But she’s not here,’ you have to remind yourself.

“Everything ok?” your stage manager asks through the intercom in your ear. You must have been standing there a while.

Turning back to the main part of the stage, you answer her, “yeah, I’m good.”

You pass off your guitar for a microphone and move on to the next song.

🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶

“Ready to head back to the hotel?” Gary asks, when you meet him at the stage door.

You crack an exhausted smile, “you have no idea.”

He opens the door, and you step out onto the sidewalk.

As you cross the threshold, you are met with cold night air and the crowd of fans that have gathered at the stage door. You have to hold back your sigh.

Even though all you wanna do is crawl into bed, you love one on one interaction with your fans. With a wide smile, you pull a sharpie out of your bag and greet the group.

“Y/n, can you sign this?” a woman asks, holding out a vinyl record of your album.

“Sure!” you oblige happily.

A small girl and her grown-up approach, and you can tell the child is a bit nervous. Dropping to her level, you ask, “what can I do you for, beautiful girl?”

She smiles widely and asks for a picture.

This pattern continues as you move from person to person, taking pictures, signing photos, tshirts, books.

Gary stands a few feet away from you, watching ready to intervene in a moments notice if needed. He quickly glances around the street, checking the environment for possible threats. Looking to the side, two very familiar individuals catch his eye.

One brings a finger to her lips in a ‘shhhh’ symbol. The bodyguard smiles smugly and nods, returning his focus to his charge.

Next, you see an individual about your age. They wear a gender-nonbinary button on their jacket and hold a flag in their hand. “Hi, I’m a huge fan of you and your girlfriends,” they greet sheepishly, “actually….. you three kinda inspired me to finally come out to my family. Would you sign my poly flag, please?”

Your heart swells and smile ear to ear, “I would be honored!” Moments like this made everything worth it. You sign the flag and take a picture with before you had to move on to the next fan.

Before you can speak to the next one, Gary steps up beside you, “I’m sorry guys, but Miss Y/n needs to get going.” He gently starts directing you to the side, away from the group.

As you turn to stop him, your eyes pass over two people at the opposite end of the block. You do a double take to make sure you are really seeing correctly.

There with in walking distance is the two people you have wanted to see most all night. Without another thought, you break into a sprint to get to them immediately. Once close enough, you launch yourself into their arms, and they wrap around you tightly.

There is no stopping the happy tears that fall down your cheeks. It’s just been so long, and you are finally together.

Pulling back, you can see they both have tears in their eyes too. You lean forward capturing Wanda’s lips between your own.

You hear cheering mixed with the sound of photos being taken. You can’t bring yourself to care about the paparazzi photos that will circle the internet tomorrow.

All you care about is the two women in your arms.

Kissing Wanda feels like home. You deepen the kiss, trying to heal all of the ache and longing in it.

Beside you, Natasha clears her throat. “I missed you too, detka,” she teases sarcastically.

Wanda and you both laugh, ending the kiss with a final peck.

“Sorry,” you turn to the red head and wrap your arms around her neck. Bringing her into a kiss just as passionate as the one you gave Wanda, you squeal when she you picks up and spins around.

By the time she set you back on your feet, you feel dizzy from her kiss. You pull away to catch your breath, and Wanda resumes her place in the embrace.

Realization hits, and you turn to the witch wide eyed. “That was you I heard in my head after She is Love!”

The Sokovian crinkles her nose and smiles, “guilty.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were here?” you look between the two questioningly.

“We wanted it to be a surprise,” Natasha shrugs.

“Sorry to interrupt,” your body-guard approaches, “the car is just around the corner here. You may wish to continue this reunion at the hotel.” He gestures to the crowd still gathered watching the three of you intently.

“Lead the way,” Natasha agrees, taking your hand and following the man.

He opens the back door for you all to get in, Wanda first and then you.

“Thanks Gary,” you smile before climbing in with Natasha right behind you. You sigh happily with your girlfriends on each side of. The three of you do nothing but snuggle the whole ride to the hotel.

“I’m still confused,” you state.

You lie on the hotel bed with your head in Wanda’s lap and Natasha lying beside you.

The three of you are freshly showered. The room service you ordered has been eaten. There is a movie playing on the tv, but no one is watching it. You are too focused on each other.

You look up at Wanda with a furrowed brow, “you’re supposed to be on a mission. How are you here?”

“Yeah, Fury tried to send us on a mission,” Natasha laughs, “after the briefing this morning, it was clear we were not needed. The rest of the team agreed they could handle it on their own.”

Wanda runs her fingers through your hair, “Tony lent us his fastest car, and we came as quick as we could.”

“We weren’t going to miss being with you,” the assassin places a delicate kiss to your head, “especially not today.”

Your two girlfriends make eye contact, and Wanda nods.

The assassin presses another kiss to your head and gets up from the bed to fetch something.

You whine at the loss of contact, but Wanda smiles and soothes you softly. Waiting for her to get back seems to take forever, and when she returns, she holds something behind her back.

“What do you have?” you ask amused and curious. You try to peak behind her back, but she moves so you are unsuccessful.

The Russian lays back in her spot, keeping her hand behind her back. “We had a plan to surprise you onstage, but because of the briefing, we didn’t make it in time to arrange it with your stage manager.”

“We were going to ask you during the concert,” Wanda smiles, “but this will do just as well.”

“Ask me wha-“

The words stop in your throat as Natasha finally reveals the small box from behind her back. As she opens it to display the ring inside, your eyes grow glassy.

“Will you marry us?” Natasha asks. She is looking at you like you hung the stars.

A tear slips down your cheek when you nod, “yes. Yes, of course! Yes!”

The widow grins as she slips the ring on your finger. She leans down to kiss you soundly. You then quickly sit up to kiss Wanda as well.

Pulling back from the kiss, you look down to your hand in awe. Looking between both Wanda and Natasha, you whisper, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” they say in unison.

For a moment, you get lost in their eyes, the two most beautiful set of eyes. Then you pull them both in for another short, but passionate kiss.

The three of you sink beneath the covers. Wanda and Natasha burrow into you as close as possible while you bask in their love.

The three of you lay and talk and catch each other looking at the ring on your finger. Occasionally, they bring you hand to their lips tenderly.

Eventually, you succumb to the exhaustion of the day, falling into a deep sleep safe in the arms of your fiancés.

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[spicywhenspeaking]

If I'm There: Chapter Twenty-One

when you realize the significance of the monkey (∩˃о˂∩)♡

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

word count: 3.6k , edited by me ....soooo if you see something spelt wrong no you didn't.

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I picked up Erin from Ashely’s house at around 10 am the following morning. I don’t think anything will ever compare to her seeing me and running with excitement into my arms for a big hug. I just hope she still feels that way later today when I tell her about Noah.

“I missed you Mom!” she calls out and I pick her up and swing us around in a circle. “Oh my sweet girl, I missed you so much!” I tell her and kiss all over her cheeks and the top of her head. We finish gathering her things and thank Ashely and her mom again before we eventually get into the car and head off to begin our girls’ day. “So nails first or food? How are you feeling?” I ask as I turn on the radio and begin backing out of the driveway. 

“FOOD! Please! We only had cereal for breakfast and you know I need more than that.” I laugh because I know exactly that. My girl can eat! “Okay, so first food and then nails!” I say, then reach over to turn up the radio when I hear “Dancing Queen” by ABBA come on. We sing our hearts out on the drive to our favorite breakfast spot near our house. We sit in our regular corner booth by the back window. I order a coffee and a full stack of pancakes with eggs and bacon. Erin orders an orange juice and the same amount of food and I know she’ll finish it all. She recaps me on the last two days and all the fun she had with her friend, “but I missed you and Hales a lot. I’m happy to be back home now.” she says stuffing a huge piece of pancake into her mouth. “I’m happy you’re home too little bug, but why don't you take smaller bites? I don’t need you choking thirty minutes after getting you back.” She smiles with her mouth full of food, “okay” her muffled voice comes out and I can’t help but laugh. 

With breakfast finished the two of us head to the nail salon and I decide we should really pamper ourselves and we get the deluxe mani/pedi package. The salon I like plays old MTV music videos on big TVs all around the room. The sound of Paramore while my feet soak in the soothing heat and the massage chair digs into my back puts me into a state of complete relaxation and I find my mind wandering. Stuck on a moment from the night before, Noah and I sitting together on the couch and our almost kiss. If things were different, if we lived in an alternate universe and it wasn’t ten years later I would have closed the distance and would have let myself be sucked into his gravity. He has everything he wants now, his music, his band, it’s what he left to find ten years ago.

I look over at Eric who’s set the chair to the back-patting setting that has her voice bouncing “Ah, ah, ah, m-o-o-m, d-o-o-o I s-o-u-n-d w-e-i-r-d.” the smile that breaks across my face is full of love as I take in the beautiful girl in front of me. “You sound perfect baby,” I say and ruffle her hair softly. The rest of our appointment goes by in a relaxing daze. We laugh while Erin tells me about her last two days. We finish up and I mentally prepare myself for the conversation we are about to have. I am going to tell her about Noah. I just hope she doesn’t hate me afterward. 

We get back to the house and she rushes into her room to unload her dirty clothes and reunite with the stuffed animals she had to leave behind. “Fluffy! I never want to be separated again!” I hear her exclaim from outside of her room. Before talking to her I head into my room and open my closet door, I’m looking for a certain shoe box. “Where the hell is it?” I ask myself, “Ah ha!” It’s nestled deep into the corner hiding under the Carhart hoodie I borrowed from Haylie who stole it from who knows. I take a deep breath and lift the lid of the box. On top are several photos of me and Noah, some of the two of us, and Nicholas as well. Wadded up in a tight ball is the Bring Me The Horizon shift Noah gave me all those years ago. There’s also a CD, some random ticket stubs, drawings, and more pictures at the bottom. I decide to just take the whole box and head towards Erin’s room.

Knocking on the door I hear a soft, “Come in!” I walk into her room and see that she’s decided today is the day she’s going to reorganize her bookshelf. 

“Hey sweety, can I talk to you about something?” I ask and try to hide the nervousness in my voice. “Umm yeah, is everything okay? You sound weird.” So I didn’t do a great job at hiding it. “Yes, everything is okay. There’s just something that I need to talk to you about. Something important.”

Two lines appear between her eyebrows and her face contorts in confusion. “Is this an I can keep working and listening important or do I need to sit next to you on the bed?” she asks and I pat a spot next to me on the bed to wordlessly answer her question. “Oof, okay,” she whispers out and climbs next to me on her bed.

“You remember how I told you that I got pregnant when I was still in high school but my boyfriend and I had already broken up?” she continues looking at me with confusion all over her face but nods slightly, “Yeah, I remember. You said you two never saw each other again.” I take her hand and smile, trying to fight the tears in my eyes.

I open the box and hand her a picture of Noah and I. “His name is Noah. This is your father.” She takes the photo and looks back and forth between me and and younger version in the photo. “You look so different,” she says and I huff a laugh. “Yeah, that’s what growing up will do to you.” 

“Where is he?” she asks quietly looking up at me. “Well, he’s actually in town for a few days if you would like to meet him.”

“Where has he been?” she asks and that takes me off guard. I struggle with what to say, not wanting to keep anything from her but also not wanting to upset her. “He’s been in Los Angeles. That’s where he works.”

“What does he do?”

“He’s in a band, playing music, and sings all around the world.”

“Hm,” she says and I’m not sure what she’s thinking. 

“So he didn’t want me?” and there it is. The knife in my heart makes it hard to keep the food down from earlier but I push through, remaining strong.

“Oh no sweety, that’s not true at all. He didn’t know for so long. It’s very complicated adult stuff. Things that took me a long time to understand myself” I try to explain to her. 

“Will you tell me when I’m older the complicated stuff?”

“Of course baby, I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know about him.”

“Is he nice?” Erin asks in a quiet shy voice, “Do you think he would like me?”

I wrap her up in my arms and squeeze her tightly, “he is very nice and he will like you very much I promise.” I run my hand down her head, soothing her soft brown hair.”Does that mean you’d like to meet him?”

The air is still in the room as Erin takes time to think. Her small face scrunched in concentration. “I think I would like to meet him, yes. But are things going to change? My friend Brody’s parents don’t live together and he goes to his dad’s house every other weekend. Do I have to do that now?” I pull her closer until my head is resting on top of hers. “Nothing will change without you making that decision. Right now, we take things one step at a time.” she nods her head and wraps her arms as tight as she can around me.

“Would you be interested in meeting him tomorrow? He will be leaving again soon with his band so we won’t see him again for a few weeks. I can tell him we can wait if you’d be more comfortable.” I’m also definitely scheduling an earlier therapy appointment for her this week. Her head remains buried in my side while she takes everything in. I am giving her all the time she needs to process, so if she wants to wait until he’s more available I don’t blame her. 

“I think I would like to meet him. But what if you just invited him over here? So I can show him my stuff and maybe he will like me even more?” 

I move back so I can take her small face into my hands. “I can do that but I need to to listen to me now, there is no one on this planet that could possibly not like you Erin Howlston and I know for a fact that he will love you so much because you are you and you are perfect,” I emphasize my point my giving her cheeks a little squeeze. “But you have to think that because you’re my mom.” she quips through pursed lips. “And he’s your father, so by your logic, he must also think that,” I argue back and I see her eyes turned down slightly in the corner.

“But he made you sad right? That’s why you broke up when you were in high school. I don’t want him to make you sad again.” My heart swells. While I drop an atomic bomb of information about her life she’s worried about my feelings. I must be doing something right with this whole parenting thing.

“Sweetie, that was a long time ago. My heart is all better now and I’m not sad anymore. I am so so so unbelievably happy with our life. With you and Aunt Haliey, Uncle Kyle and Aunt Mags, and little Natasha. I think Noah is a very good person and he wants to be in your life because he cares about you. Even without having met you.” She gives me a small smile and hugs me again.” okay, I want to meet him. You said tomorrow right?” she looks up at me with her deep brown eyes that have always been just like his. “Tomorrow it is. I will give him a call later today, but what do you want to do now? Play? We could watch a movie? Or draw together?”

Quickly detangling from my arms she races to pick up her paper and stretching pencils, “Drawing please! I need help with the cat I’m drawing.” 

We spend the next few hours drawing together on her bedroom floor laughing and listening to music. For Christmas last year she asked for a Google Mini so she could ask it to play music whenever she wanted. Now we are listening to “The Very Best Of Otis Redding”. When she was a baby I listened to it all the time. I used to sing “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” while rocking her to sleep. Sometimes I walk by her room and she is listening to it while reading or playing with her toys and it reminds me of holding her when she was so little and how she would hold my finger so tightly.

I feel the tug of guilt in my gut about Noah having missed those moments but force it down, there’s nothing that can be done about the past but we can create new memories with the three of us together. Even if Noah and I aren’t together we can be the two parents that Erin needs. Maybe we can even be friends.

Later, once Erin wanted time alone to play with her toys I went into my room to call Noah. I haven’t been able to talk to Haylie about any of this yet, she woke up late with a hangover and had to run out of the house for the day to meet with her editor to talk about her next book release.

I close my door most of the way, only keeping a small sliver open in case Erin calls out for me. I sit on the edge of my bed and hit the green call button on my new Noah contact page, It rings a few times before I hear the sound of him picking up on the other end.

Hey! Natty, how are you doing? How’s it going?

Hi Noah, things are good. How are you? 

There’s rustling in the background of his call, “oohh is that Natalie??” I hear who I think is Folio.

Yes, shush…not you Nat! You don’t have to shush. Sorry, Folio is being an idiot.

I’m good, just working on some new remixes for our deluxe album.

I just finished talking with Erin and she suggested I invite you over tomorrow to meet. Is that okay?

Tomorrow sounds great! What time is good for you two?

How does 12:30 work? I can order us sandwiches from the sub shop in town, Erin’s favorite.

Perfect, 12:30 is perfect. Thank you so much, Natty. I won’t let you down again. I promise.

I try not to blush like a preteen at the way his voice goes almost breathless as he makes his promise to me. 

Um. so I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye!

I try to rush off the phone as fast as possible before I let myself word-vomit anything stupid.

Bye Natty, I’ll see you tomorrow, looking forward to seeing you and meeting Erin. 

A few minutes I hear Haylie unlock the door and head into the house and she calls out like she did the night before. “Honeys!! I’m home!” she calls from the front room. “Hey Hales!” Erin and I both call out.

Before I have the chance to call down to her to come up so I can relay everything that’s happened since we separated after the concert, she is racing up the stairs taking two at a time. She swings my door open, stepping into my room with a huge face-splitting smile on her face. “Sooo?? How did it go?” she asks moving closer into my room and creating the same small gap in the door before sitting down next to me on the bed. “Well, before I drunkenly barged in. sorry about that. That Folio knows how to throw them back, he’s pretty hot don’t you think?”

She has this twinkle in her eye when she says it and I laugh and roll my eyes at her. “It went well, he was a little upset at first which I wasn’t surprised by. He cried I cried, it was very emotional. He wants to meet her and then stay in Austin during their break in between tour dates.” As I recant my mind whirls and everything hits me more than I expected. “He said that he wanted this life with me, wanted the family and the happiness and the love that he should have fought harder for me, should have never let me go.” I try to keep my voice steady but I can feel my throat getting thick with emotion. Haylie wraps her arm around me and remains quiet while I continue telling her all about what happened. “And then when I was showing him pictures in her baby book there was this moment..” I slowly trail off and she pops forward and her eyes widen in surprise.

“What kind of moment?” she asks in a voice that goes all jelly-like and I manage to look slightly shameful before I tell her. That I so easily folded in his presence is borderline embarrassing, just shows how powerful his hold is still over my heart. But right now I can’t think with my heart, now is the time to think with my brain. While also considering Erin’s heart. 

“We might have almost kissed,” I tell her while I bury my face in my hands. “OH MY GOD! NATALIE !” she shrieks and I quickly throw my hands over her mouth. “Shush! Haliey oh my god, Erin will hear you!” and just like that I hear her little voice calling from down the hall, “everything okay in there?” she asks. “Yes!” “Everthing is fine!” we answer in unison and I think she retreats back into her room.

“You almost kissed him! How? What did he say? Did he lean in? How did he act after the almost kiss,” she shoots out the questions in a rapid-fire succession and I rub the sides of my temples before answering her. “Um. I guess he was kind of leaning in, he was doing that thing you know. When a guy looks between your eyes and your lips. I felt so weak. Oh my god, I almost kissed him, and then the book fell and I remembered what we were doing and why he was there and I felt so stupid.”

“You are NOT stupid! There were a lot of emotions flowing, you hadn’t had a moment alone with him in years and it’s not like when you broke up you two weren’t completely and totally in love with each other. It’s not like those feelings just go away.” she says while rubbing up and down along my back. 

“I just can’t do that with him, It’s not a good idea for the two of us to do anything that could jepordize Erin’s happiness.” I nod to myself, wiping one of my hands down my face and then raking them through my hair. Haliey and I flop backwards onto the pillows while I finish catching her up on everything that happened, including my conversation with Erin and then my phone call with Noah right before she got home. 

“You want me to clear out tomorrow so y’all have some privacy?” she asks and I balk at the thought. “No way! I would never ask you to leave your own house. Plus, you’re such an important person in Erin’s life, I’m sure she would also want you here.” 

The three of us spend the rest of our evening lounging in the living room watching TV in our pajamas. We make homemade pizzas and cookies for dinner together in the kitchen while singing along to Disney’s greatest hits. We end the night all cuddled together on the couch watching Erin’s favorite movie “The Secret Life of Arrietty” and when she falls asleep I carry her up the stairs into her room and deposit her into her bed. I gently kiss her forehead and turn on her glowing nightlight before closing the door and heading back to help Haylie finish cleaning the kitchen. 

The next day is quickly upon us and I nervously watch the clock ticking away as we get closer and closer to 12:30. I picked up the subs a few minutes ago so hopefully Noah isn’t late. No one likes a soggy sub.

Just seconds before the second-hand crosses over the 12 on the clock there is a knock on the door that causes me to jump straight out of my seat. Haylie laughs at me as she rubs my shoulders walking past and into her room. She told Erin that if she needed her at any time to just barge in and get her. I walk towards the door and Erin suddenly looks very nervous and gets up to hide behind my back. “Are you okay baby?” I ask her quietly before answering the door. She nods her head against my back and whispers, “Yes, I’m fine.” she gripping the back of my jeans but I think if she didn’t want to do this anymore she would say something, she’s just nervous. Hell, I’m nervous. 

I open the door and Noah is standing there with a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a stuffed monkey in the other. “Hi,” he says in a soft and nervous voice. I return his greeting with a warm smile. “Come on in” I open the door wider so he can come in and Erin scoots along with me not quite ready to reveal herself. “How are you doing?” he asks and hands the flowers over to me, “these are for you.” He gestures to the monkey, “And this is for Erin.” she peaks her head out from behind me and looks up towards Noah and the monkey. “That’s for me?” she asks quietly. Noah crouches down to be at her eye level and hands out the toy to her. “Yes, this is for you. Do you like monkeys?” He asks and I see a small smile appear on her face. “I do like monkeys. I saw some at the zoo a few days ago with my friend Ashely.” She holds out her hand to accept the offering. “Hi Erin.” he says with a warm smile, “I’m Noah, it’s very nice to meet you?” She slowly eases out from behind me and is now standing beside me and at eye level with Noah, still crouched. “It’s nice to meet you too. Even though you made my mom sad.” 

Oh, Jesus, this is going to be an interesting afternoon.

Next chapter

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[meltypancake]

15 Lines of Dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.

WAOW ty for the tag @cherrypikkins :] !!

Part I

“But let’s head back. They’re serving potato gratin for dinner tonight—“ she paused for dramatic effect— “extra cheesy."

✦ [ Choir practice ] “Huh? Whoops, what verse were we on again? Oh well.”

✦ “I heard wyverns assert their dominance by showing off their wing span. (opens arms wide) Does this look intimidating enough?”

✦ [ First kill ] “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Please don’t ever forgive me.”

✦ "I promise you, Dimitri, that I will stay. I will carry these souls.” “And I swear that if it ever feels easy to take a life, I will lay down my axe forever."

✦ “That’s tragic. Every kid deserves to have some fun.”

✦ “Perhaps next time,” he deadpanned, “you might ask Dedue to tie the knots instead.” “My knots were fine!” Eliane shouted. “The branch was the problem!”

✦ “I even got up early,” she lamented, hardly registering his words or even his presence. This was no longer a conversation, it was a cavalry charge. “So early,” she repeated. “Sunrise is a wretched time to be awake. Birds? Sure. But people? No."

✦ Cute, passionate, strong, skilled... and brave, she thought. That's me. [ There is a blatant lack of self-awareness on display here. ]

Part II

“The world is vast, isn’t it? Yet our actions, small as they are, can make a difference. Sometimes I just need to remind myself.”

✦ (closing her eyes) “They wyverns are singing. Can you hear? The wind carries their voices. I could listen to this all day.”

✦ “Here, I made this balm for you. It works wonders on dry skin. …Uh, not that your skin is dry or anything. It looks great, I mean. …Please just take it.”

✦ “Has it really been 5 years? Things seemed simpler, back then. Or perhaps I’m the one who has changed…”

Tagging @barbieburnanator @lovehollyberry @yulgurr @justme-inmyownworld

@resident-cake-anon @moonlightleafs @peachiehambo and YOU 🫵 if you're feeling up for it! <3

#eliane #fe3h oc #this was fun!!

[katsu28]

Ok here are some soft Remus thoughts!

- I just cannot stop thinking about how he definitely has a wonderful sweater collection and they’re all so soft and cozy and he loves seeing you wearing them (this could get smutty lmao but I’ll restrain myself)

- you know that one Taylor swift lyric “just living room dancing and kitchen table bills”? That’s the perfect way to describe your relationship with Remus, like maybe your apartment is a little shitty but it’s home and the two of you make it so cozy and you have a wonderful little life together and just putting on a record while you make dinner and you end up dancing together in the kitchen and maybe your food gets a little burnt but that doesn’t matter

- imagine babysitter baby Harry together omg just Remus holding the tiny little baby and singing to him when he can’t fall asleep and making him laugh that cute little baby laugh and every time you watch Harry you can’t help but think about actually having a baby with Remus because he’s so perfect and him with a baby is just too wonderful

I have more if you’d be interested, I just don’t want to go overboard hahahahha 🥰😚

i would adore more remus thoughts, pls send me everything you've got <3 this applies to everyone btw i need more brainrot food

domestic remus thoughts under the cut!

- the sweater collection is absolutely off the charts! drawers and drawers of the softest sweaters ever and even more stashed in different parts of the apartment for when he or you need it. some of them are solid colors, some of them have fun little patterns, but all of them are equally as comfy bc they're his and they smell like him and every time you put one on it's like being enveloped by him even when he's not there and it's the best thing in the world.

sometimes he'll be looking for one specific sweater to wear but he just can't find it no matter how hard he looks and he's just like have you seen my green one love? i think i might've lost it. but then he looks at you at you're wearing exactly what he was looking for and he just. melts. because he loves you and because you look so cozy and comfy and cute in it and he's just like oh ☺️ you can keep it i'll grab another one ☺️ and then he comes and sits with you for the rest of the morning.

- your life with remus isn't what some people might call perfect but it's just the right fit for the two of you! your apartment is a little cluttered and the paint is chipped and yeah maybe the front door gets jammed sometimes but it's your home and you couldn't love it more. you try your best to eat dinner together and unwind from your respective days with each other and most of the time that means a bottle of cheap wine and whatever dinner you can scrounge up from what you've got on hand. sometimes you do a puzzle together, other nights you'll talk for hours, and sometimes you both just sit and do your own things in the same space (parallel play LMAO). remus always makes sure to press a kiss to whatever part of you he can reach every so often just so you know he's still there. post full moon nights are fairly quiet though. remus just wants to sleep and you let him. sometimes he wants to be alone and you let him do that too, but he knows you're right there if he needs you <3

- babysitting harry is such an ordeal, especially the first time bc i feel like it might be a spur of the moment thing? james and lily desperately need a day to themselves and sirius is out of town and euphemia and fleamont are also busy so they're like surprise you get to watch harry for the day! obv you're not gonna turn them down and at first it's awkward bc you're both just staring at harry in his little baby buggy and he's staring back at you and neither of you really know how to take care of a baby?? but then harry starts crying and it's like a flip inside remus switches. he's just like yeah i think he's tired but then little harry refuses to go to sleep and remus starts humming a song and you see him start to drift off as remus bounces him in his arms gently.

when harry wakes up uncle moony is his new favorite person so they're inseparable for the day. at one point harry bumps his head on the couch or something while he's crawling around the living room and you can both tell he's about to start bawling but remus is so quick on his feet and picks him up and does something funny so harry gets distracted and suddenly he's shaking with peals of that infectious baby laughter and you're just like what. what is this i'm feeling is this baby fever??? and you can't stop thinking about having a little remus or yourself running around the place one day. obv you've got some talking about it to do since you haven't even discussed kids yet, you don't even know if remus would want kids with everything he's had to deal with his whole life but it's worth a shot right? to have someone who's a perfect mix of you and your favorite person in the world, to be able to raise them into someone who could quite possibly change the world, even to just have someone else to love more than you love yourself.

#answered! #sweet anon <3 #i have definitely gone overboard #but i hope u enjoy my remus ramblings i am so down bad for this man rn #it's insane #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin blurb

[optimisticstudentangel]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Side characters with a talented MC (for each character other fields) ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Diavolo and singer

When the exchange program just started, you didn't dare to show your talents and abilities. And besides, you were busy with other things like trying to survive and settle in hell.

But some time passed and an event was held in the Devildom, in which everyone could participate. And you decided to enroll there, for fun.

Standing in the middle of the stage, facing the gazes of a thousand demons, you sang your favorite song.

You were already quite famous in your country. You were invited to different parties, and you wrote your own songs, which was in demand.

After you sang, you received a message from Diavolo, where he praised you and asked you to come to his office after the event was over.

- MC, dear, I didn't know you had such a beautiful voice. You were so great that you outshone the other participants with your talent," you laughed awkwardly and thanked the demon prince.

- Well, don't be shy, everything I said is true. You know, MC... this may sound a little selfish on my part, but could you come to the castle to sing your songs? – you were surprised at this request and did not know what to answer.

- I'll pay you. If you want, I will help you become a popular singer in the Devildom," Diavolo still insisted, wanting to get a positive answer from you. "Although to be honest, I would like you to be my personal singer, I think I won't be able to share you with other fans" - the demon smiled at you, hoping that you would agree.

And you decided to really agree with Diavolo. It's an honor to sing to the future king of hell himself.

Barbatos and the figure skater

In his spare time, the butler watches various figure skating championships. When he first saw you in the exchange program, your face seemed familiar to him.

The demon began to wonder where he could meet you. But not finding an answer, he decided to ignore the question that worried him for the time being. On a free evening, he was watching the figure skating competition again and suddenly, he saw your face. Everything began to converge.

Barbatos was immediately interested in you, because he also likes skating. He also participated in competitions a couple of times, so he could offer you to try to participate in the Devildom Championship.

- MC, the figure skating season will start soon. Would you like to try yourself in it?

- Oh, you know that I can skate a little?

- Hahahah, a little? You're downplaying your capabilities. I've seen a lot of videos with you and to say that "you can skate a little" would be underestimated. You can also participate in the competition in pairs, if you have a desire, we can participate together – Barbatos suggested.

- Anyway, MC, I wanted to tell you that you are doing beautifully, and you are very elegant while skating. It's hard to take my eyes off you. I watched all your performances and I wanted to be there to support you. Therefore, I ask you to perform again so that I can see everything with my own eyes and enjoy the moment.

Luke and the famous pastry chef

One day, Luke invited you to taste his pie, to which you gladly agreed. You praised the young boy, to which he very proudly said that he could teach you.

- Oh really? I'll be glad to learn something from you," you replied to Luke. You agreed to meet for the weekend, Luke was looking forward to this moment to show off his abilities, which he has honed over the centuries.

And indeed he was very talented, you were sure of it. However, the boy was in a hurry and sometimes forgot to add some ingredients. Maybe he was a little worried because he wanted you to have a good impression of him. Still, many people do not take him seriously, and you are completely different. Very kind and understanding.

- Luke, let me do this part myself, here you need to beat the cream for a long time, otherwise it won't turn out the way it should, - you suggested. You have been quietly correcting it more than once, to which the boy reacted a little embarrassed.

- Damn, I invited you to teach you how to make my favorite cake. And it turned out the opposite. You're good at this, aren't you? angel asked.

- Well, you could say that. I have a channel dedicated to confectionery, and in general I have been doing this since childhood.

- Waaa, - the boy drawled in surprise. On the one hand, he was very glad that he had a friend who could bake, and on the other hand, he felt ashamed that he did not know this.

- Why didn't you say so earlier?! Show me your channel, I will subscribe urgently!

"Hahaha, ok, ok. And you know, we can sometimes shoot videos together and review new recipes," you suggested to the boy. His eyes sparkled, and he agreed with a smile.

Simeon and the Poet

Angel has read a lot of authors for all his centuries, and only some of them he can consider his favorites. He likes classics more, but he is not averse to reading something new.

He discovered a new author. The author was not particularly well known, but they published one collection with all their poems. Simeon found something native in the work of this human. He reread all these poems over and over again, immersing himself completely in the feelings that appeared when reading the poems.

One day you saw the cover of a book you know and was a little taken aback. Has it really reached here, too, you asked yourself. Simeon noticed how you looked at him, or rather at the book he was rereading.

- A familiar author? angel asked.

"Yeah," you replied with a nervous laugh.

He was surprised at your unnatural reaction and asked: "Are you the author of these poems?". You blushed even more, which was already an obvious answer. The angel smiled.

- I really liked your work. While reading, I felt a lot of emotions, I lived them all thanks to you. Thank you for writing such a work - you didn't expect such warm words. And you certainly didn't expect Simeon to appreciate your poems. Your secret emotions were buried in your creativity. And it was all important to you.

- Please, let's meet for a cup of tea to discuss your poems? Simeon asked. "I want to know what kind of person you are, and how this is reflected in your work"

Solomon and the Sculptor

When you first met the sorcerer decided to ask about you and your hobbies. You didn't realize how you shared all the information about yourself with him. He slowly but surely pulled everything out of you, while he did it so easily and simply.

- So you're a sculptor? Sounds interesting. I will be glad to see some of your works," the sly human stretched out with a smile.

- I have only photos of my works, yet the sculptures are remained in the human world. But you can keep me company when I create something out of clay," you offered out of politeness.

- Oh really? With pleasure. Do you already have any ideas of what you want to do? – he leaned closer to you, this gesture made you a little uncomfortable, and you moved back a step.

- Hmm... nope. However, I am ready to do anything, just not to forget about my skills.

"Then I can be your model," the sorcerer said, grinning. "But you know, I have been portrayed many times, both in portraits and as statues. Each of these talented people tried to capture me in their own way, focusing on my character, my origin and how my people spoke about me. But I am sure your work will not compare with all these works and will surpass them. Besides, I wonder what will come of it. So I hope you won't mind?"

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