#maybe if i brought my shoes up with me lmao

[fairydustblossom]

encroaching promises

azriel x reader

summary: based on this request "I would love if you wrote something where Azriel was a dick and he has to GROVEL. (Angst feeds my soul) please and thank you."

category: angst (i just rly love it)

word count: 4.8k

warnings: slightly nsfw in some parts, emotional (not physical) disloyalty ?? maybe ?? kinda ??

notes: umm this was so fun to write! it came to me so fast like I didn't even have to edit it?? hopefully it's good lmao anways i hope you enjoy this @liddyr03, thank you for sending in a request!!

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Something had shifted between you and Azriel. It had been a gradual shift, one you had felt coming on for some time- but you could have never expected the reason for the growing distance between you and your mate.

He had been working longer hours, waking up earlier, barely spending any free time with you and you knew the middle Archeron sister had a part in it. You had tried to ignore it, their growing closer. Azriel had taken a liking to her. At first, your heart had warmed at Azriel’s willingness to help. There had not been many opportunities in his life where he could help someone directly, not just in a battlefield or in an interrogation room. You witnessed the impact it had on him, you could feel his inner peace, the way he viewed himself, his self worth improving- and you were proud of him. You really were happy that Azriel was finally seeing himself in a way you had always seen him. You believed in kindness, in helping others, in going above and beyond for someone in need, you had always preached it to Azriel. It had been one of the things that had drawn him to you, seeing in you traits he wanted to possess. But now, it had gone too far. 

You had noticed Elain and Azriel growing closer and closer. You had pushed your wariness aside, opting to be kind to her, hoping to help her in the way Azriel was doing so. Maybe she could be a good friend to you both, you thought. But Elain had not been as welcoming to your helping hand. Instead, she had treated you as she had treated all other fae, like you were a monster, personally responsible for her family's misfortune.

You tried time and time again to be graceful, to brush off her rudeness. You chose to be understanding, to put yourself in her shoes. But still, she treated you poorly. When you would join Azriel in visiting her, you noticed the difference in treatment. How she would look at him, and how she would look at you, like you had something she wanted. 

Eventually, you stopped joining Azriel in his visits, finding it hard to control your feelings of jealousy and not wanting to come across as an irrational possessive mate. He was only helping her get better, you told yourself.

After you stopped going together, you noticed how his visits grew longer and longer. The longer he would be there, the more you would question it. What are they doing? Why is she keeping him there? Is it him that wants to stay longer?

The questions would run through your head until the moment he would walk into your shared chambers. You would lay your eyes upon your tired mate, but you would catch the gleam in his eyes, happy with himself for doing some good for once, and you would push aside all jealousy. How could you ever doubt your mate? The very same male that had worshiped you for years, that had vowed his undying love to you, who was bound to your soul. And so you would welcome him home with open arms, letting him fall to bed, little words spoken of his day.

It kept on like this, for months, till a whole year had passed and you no longer recognized your relationship with Azriel. You barely spoke anymore, going through your established routines around each other in silence. What had once brought you so much comfort, now left you fretting that something had irrevocably changed. You knew next to nothing about what Azriel was thinking, of where he spent his days, although you had a good idea of who he spent them with. You who had once been his closest confidant, wrapped in his arms till late hours of the night, whispering every thought that crossed through your minds to each other. You were barely having any sex. What used to be almost a daily activity, was now a hurried fuck in the dark, taking no time to explore one another's bodies, only looking for a quick release. You hadn’t actually seen your mate’s body in months. Had Azriel finally had enough of yours after all this time?

Elain’s smell had practically been imprinted on him. You never smelled any sex, no, and you thought, no you hoped, that Azriel would never do that. But it hurt all the same when you could smell her on his clothing, for that only happened when a fae was around all the time. 

You had decided to take matters into your own hands. You were waiting for Azriel to come home, wearing his favorite silk slip that you had surprised him with on the night of your mating ceremony. Determination drove you- you would not let him go to bed without first feeling satiated. 

And so you waited, your belly fluttering with parts equal nerves and excitement. You were excited because you knew your mate would melt at the sight of you, and love on you like you were accustomed to. You felt maybe all you and Azriel needed was one night to destress, to reconnect and everything would be back to normal. 

When Azrile came home, his eyes immediately darkened at the sight of you, he recognized the slip you were wearing, images of your mating ceremony flashing through his mind. He was overcome with need for you and it only took a matter of minutes before you were pressed up against the wall, lost in a hungry kiss. You sent all your excitement down the bond and he groaned into the kiss, sending his desire right back. You were elated, nothing pleased you more than the feeling of Azriel against you and feeling the bond thrumming with need.

Azriel was quick to pick you up and carry you to your shared bedroom, tossing you on the bed. You sat up on your knees, wrapping your arms around his neck, wanting to slow this down a bit. You could feel how badly he wanted you, not only through the bond but by the bulge pressing into your flushed bodies. The mother knew you wanted him just as badly, and any other time you would have given into your needs in a desperate attempt to chase the release you were craving. But you wanted to take him in, wanting to drag this out as long as possible, to drink in the sight of his glorious body that your eyes had been deprived of. 

You pressed your forehead against his, willing your breath to calm down. Azriel pulled his head back a bit, brows furrowing slightly and a look of confusion overtaking his eyes, “You alright, love?” a wave of worry flowed down the bond, his hands roamed your body, bringing you comfort and spreading warmth all over. 

You flushed slightly, butterflies erupting in your belly at hearing the pet name. Your ears perked, not having heard the endearment in so many months. Gods, you had missed him. You smiled shyly at him, and gave him a slight nod. Azriel felt his knees buck, so many years later and a single look from you could make him feel like the inexperienced younglin he used to be back at the camps. You looked so so lovely in that slip, the shy look you gave him, eyes shining with love, and the pink tint on your cheeks he had elicited all warmed his heart. He brought a hand up to your face, moving a stray piece of hair behind your ear, resting his hand at the base of your jaw all while staring intently into your eyes. When he saw your cheeks flush a darker red, he gave you a charming grin, amused and delighted by the sudden shyness in you. He loved that he still had that effect on you, as if you were meeting for the first time.

“I’m alright Az, just taking you in” you murmured, your voice sounding like honey to his ears. 

“You can take me in all you want Y/N, I’m all yours to look at” he murmured back, dipping down to place warm loving kisses on your neck. You were delighted by his words, breathing him in deeply, relishing in the smell of his arousal. You felt delirious and giddy all at once, yes, you thought, all mine. Wishing to remind him, you sent the possessiveness you were feeling down the bond, making Azriel growl and nip at your neck more feverishly, marking you as his. He loved when you claimed him just as much as claiming you, feeling lucky to have someone in his life that wanted him as badly as he had always wanted.

The feeling of Azriel’s nipping and sucking your neck urged you on to keep undressing him. Undoing all the clasps you had started unfurling downstairs, you removed the tight fitting top of his leathers. You ran your hands along his arms, taking pleasure in the warmth of his bare skin against your fingertips. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, trailing your gaze up his tattooed arms, to his chest, hands sliding along- when your eyes snagged on something just below his pec and you halted all your movements. Azriel buried in your neck still, stopped as well, feeling you tense up. You pulled back, taking a good look at what your eyes had seen. It was a tattoo. One you hadn’t seen before. 

Your heart sank, hurt overpowering any feeling of desire you had been feeling. The unexpectedness of the moment had left you vulnerable, leaving your side of the bond wide open for Azriel to feel the sudden shift in your emotions. He froze, suddenly panicked at why you were hurting and he pulled back, grasping your arms and holding you at arms length. He tried meeting your eyes, noticing they were locked in on his torso. When he looked down he saw what you were staring at. 

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the rose shaped tattoo resting on his right rib. You didn't know what it meant, but you had a feeling you knew what, or rather who, had been the cause of it. You thought of Elain and her precious garden. You thought of Elain and her treasured white roses. You couldn’t fight the tears that lined your eyes and you moved out of Azriel’s grasp to the other side of the room, wanting to be as far away from him as possible. 

Azriel felt his heart sink at the way you fled his touch, as if he had burned you. He saw the look in your eyes and felt his that his world was crashing down.

“What is that Azriel?” you asked, struggling to conceal the wobble in your voice, not actually wanting to hear the truth you already knew.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, looking down at the tattoo your gaze hadn’t drifted from and then looked back up at you. Forcing himself to look at you, even if it made him feel like the biggest dickhead.

“It’s… It’s a promise” he said, wishing he didn’t have to tell you and see the betrayal in your eyes. He had been avoiding this conversation, feeling disgusted at himself for having made the promise in a lapse of judgment.

He saw the fire ignite in your eyes, anger rising at his answer. You already knew it was a promise, and he was aware you wanted more of an explanation. He only hoped you could forgive him, for he did not know if he could forgive you if it were the other way around. Shame creeped up his spine and he mustered up the courage to confess his mistake. He had barely been able to look at himself since the tattoo had seared itself onto his skin and he had opted to ignore it all together- to pretend it wasn’t there. Azriel had done so much pretending, that the tattoo had been fully forgotten moments earlier when he had welcomed and encouraged you to look upon him.

At your lack of response, he cleared his throat and carried on, praying to the mother in his head, for he knew he was about to hurt you and he would hate himself for having caused you pain, “I made a promise. I-I made a promise to Elain.”

You looked up at him then, and the pain he saw in your eyes made him feel sick to his stomach, knowing he has caused it. “Y/N, I swear I didn’t mean to-”

You cut him off, your voice terrifyingly low “What did you promise her Azriel?” 

His cheeks were red and his body felt hot with shame as he replied, “I promised I would always be there to protect her.” 

His words, uttered barely above a whisper, felt like daggers to your heart. You flinched, unable to conceal the effect they had on you. The tears broke free, you managed to hold in your sobs by biting the inside of your cheeks, but you couldn’t hold back the tears. You were biting so hard you tasted blood, and the world felt like it was spinning. You couldn’t find any words, there was nothing to say. He had promised her something he was supposed to only ever promise you.

“I fucked up. I know I did, I’ve been working out a way to undo it.” He started to plead, taking a few steps to close the distance between you. You stepped away, not letting him get near, barely hearing his words over the rushing sound in your ears. “Rhys and Feyre have been helping me find a way to break it. We actually know how, the same way they broke their deal from under the mountain, we just need Elain to-”

You were done listening to him, his words only adding to the hurt you were feeling. Rhys and Feyre knew your mate had promised his protection to another? Did everyone know? Why hadn’t he told you? 

“Leave” you hissed at him. You didn’t care to hear his excuses, you were done. Never would you have ever spent so much time with another male, never would you have ever made such an intimate promise. 

“What?” he asked. He had been expecting you to react this way, for months he had been mentally preparing himself. But to hear you actually say it still caught him off guard. “Y/N, please, I can expl-”

“Leave” you said again, your voice strengthening with conviction. “Get out of my home, Azriel.” You felt if Azriel stayed any longer you would go mad, and you meant your words. This was not a home anymore, not with him in it. He had bound his soul to another, and kept it from you. If he remained here any longer, you don’t know what you would do. You could feel your power thrumming in your veins, begging for release. 

Azrile looked heartbroken, like a man that had lost everything he cared about in this world. He pleaded with his eyes, pushing everything he was feeling down the bond, hoping you would take back his words. When you only looked away as a response, he knew he had to respect your wishes. It pained him unlike anything else to leave you alone after the damage he had caused but he understood there was nothing he could do at that moment to make it better. He steeled himself, calling all his shadows to him, fighting with the ones that were wrapped around you trying to comfort you, and then he vanished.

You broke down when Azriel left, letting the pain of your failed relationship consume you. The image of the rose tattoo was all you could see behind your eyes and you ran to the bathroom to release the bile that had risen up your throat. You sat there on the floor, picturing all the interactions you had witnessed between Azriel and Elain. You could have prevented this, you couldn’t help but think, if you had only stepped in sooner. If you had only kept that girl away from your mate. If you had only shown her anything other than kindness. You had in a sense, lost your mate to another woman. For how could he spend his days with you when he promised to protect another for the rest of her days?

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Azriel knew he had to fix this. He honestly had already been trying to, he wanted nothing more than to be rid of the promise he had made Elain. A promise that she had coerced him into. But to be rid of it, she had to be in agreement. Rhys and Feyre had helped him contact Helion and that is what he had told them. The High Lord of day had also told them it would cause great pain, which Elain had grasped onto in her refusal to break the promise. She argued she had been through enough in the past years to willingly put herself through more pain.

Azriel blamed himself, really. For letting Elain get so close to him, for having been there at her beck and call to the point she expected, no demanded, that treatment from him all the time. He had spent the last few months attempting to convince Elain to go through with breaking the promise. He was doing everything he could for her, hoping if he did enough she would come to her senses and consent to Helion’s spell. 

He kept telling himself she was only holding on to this because she had lost everything else in her life, it made her feel that she was finally in control of something- that she didn’t mean his beloved any harm. But Azriel had come to the realization that whether Elain meant to hurt others or not with her actions- she was being selfish with them. He was devoted to you and he would not let Elain cost him what he prized so dearly in his life. His mate, he kept thinking, he would not lose his mate.

Rhys and Feyre were curled against one another in the living room when Azriel winnowed in, looking distraught, wings drooped, and frantic shadows dispersing around the room- swallowing all light. He dropped down to his knees, tears lining his eyes as he looked up at his High Lord and High Lady. They were instantly alarmed, Rhys dropping to the floor to join his brother while Feyra went to Azriel’s side. Rhys grabbed Azriel’s face in his hands, quickly assessing him for any injuries, he tried peeking into Azriel’s mind and only saw your pained expression. Azriel dropped his head on his brother's shoulder, looking like a fallen angel, and he cried. “Please help me. Please, brother”.

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For the next few weeks, you had isolated yourself- putting wards around the house to prevent any of your family from winnowing in. You had felt each of them attempt to come in, to console you, but you refused to let them in.

You couldn’t forgive them, at least not anytime soon, for having kept this from you. You felt embarrassed. You didn’t know how long ago the promise had been made, you didn’t know how long they had known- all the interactions you had with your family since the time Elain came were now painted in a different light in your mind. Had they all thought you a fool? To let your mate get so close to another female, when Elains affections for Azriel had so clearly been written on her face? You couldn’t bear to face them, knowing they had kept this from you. 

You had also distanced yourself because you weren’t sure of what you would do if you came across Elain. Your territorial feelings had only been enhanced and you were scared of what you would do to your High Lady’s older sister if you saw her.

Azriel had tried almost everyday to talk to you, but you remained firm in your decision, refusing to yield to his pleas. You had received countless notes from Rhys, the only one who could get past your wards, and had burned them all. Until the latest one. You had been reading when a note appeared on the page you were on. Unlike the other ones, this one did not come to you unfolded so you had no option but to read the words they said.  “It is done. Azriel is recovering in the infirmary.” The note raised your heartbeat and caused dozens of questions to rise within you. Suddenly Azriel’s absence the past few days made sense. He had been resolute everyday since you had kicked him out in gaining your forgiveness, staying outside the door to your home waiting for the day you would let him back in. He hadn’t pushed or attempted to break through your wards, and you knew he could, he was the spymaster after all; instead, he had patiently waited, accepting his punishment. Every night, for weeks he had waited, until a few days ago, when he had disappeared and hadn’t come back. You figured he had gotten tired, or given up- you were still too hurt to find out why he had left. 

Now, worry filled you. Was he okay? What did Rhys mean by “recovering”? You recalled the time Rhys and Feyre had faked breaking their bond, fooling everyone by breaking the promise they had made instead- you remembered their shouts of pain, and that was the High Lord and the High Lady, the two most powerful fae in all of Prythian. 

You quickly stood up, pacing around the room, trying to decide what to do. Deep down you knew even if you didn’t go right now, adamant in your stubbornness, worry would eat you and thoughts of Azriel would consume you. Acknowledging you wouldn’t be able to go an hour without knowing, you made your decision and winnowed to the infirmary.

When you arrived, the sight of Azriel made you gasp. He looked awful. You could see the stark dark circles under his eyes, his ruffled hair, the pain expression etched on his face even as he slept. He looked thinner too, as if he hadn’t been eating well- he hadn’t, you learned later on, too sick at his own actions to feel any appetite at all.

You rushed to his side, grasping one of his hands, they felt cold, almost lifeless, and you reached deep within to the bond that tethered your soul to his, the bond you had buried deep down within you and ignored for weeks. You sighed with relief when you found it and tugged on it. He was still there you could feel, but the bond was dulled, as if life had been sucked out of it. 

You burst into tears, never having imagined that the beautiful bond you cherished would ever be in such a weak state. This feeling you had feared, the feeling of Azriel fighting for his life, of barely being there overwhelmed you.

You cried for him, for your love, for everything that had happened until your throat felt hoarse and the tears wouldn’t come anymore. You had sat there by his side for hours, squeezing his hand and murmuring his name over and over, tugging at the bleak bond, willing it to go back to normal. 

All night you spent by his side, the sun was now rising over the mountains of Velaris when you felt a hand land on your shoulder. It was firm and gentle- Rhys. You didn’t look up at him, your head pressed against Azriel’s hand, cradled within your own. When your tears had dried you had resorted to praying to the mother, you were convinced if you prayed enough he would be okay and you wouldn’t let anything interrupt the prayers that tumbled out of you. 

“Y/N” Rhys mumbled, sitting down next to you, arm now wrapped around you. “He’s going to be okay.” 

When he realized you would not acknowledge him until you felt satisfied with your orison, Rhys pulled you into a hug, waiting for you to finish. He does not know how long he sat there next to you, only that the sun was now high up in the sky. You slumped against him, still not letting go of Azriel's hand and started crying again. “You knew” he heard you say, and he felt a pang in his chest. He realized now that not only had you been hurt by Azriel, but he had hurt you as well. 

He nodded, “I’m sorry for keeping it from you.” He said “I was only doing what I thought best. I will let Azriel explain everything when he wakes up, I want you to hear it all from him. But just know I am sorry” 

He felt your body shake more violently at the mention of Azriel. “What if he doesn’t wake up?” you asked, voice small and filled with agony. 

“He will, Y/N. He will.” He pulled you away to look in your eyes, making sure you were taking in his words. “Madja and Helion have both guaranteed that he will wake up, his body just needs to heal.” 

You nodded, calming down slightly at his words. “How long has he been here?”

At this, he looked down, embarrassed to tell you he had kept yet another thing from you in hopes that Azriel could go to you himself and tell you he had gotten rid of the promise. “He has been here a few days, I-I didn’t take it would take long for him to wake up. I wanted him to be able to tell you.”

You only nodded, having already guessed as much, piecing together Azriel’s absence outside your door with his unconscious body. Later, you would give Rhys hell for keeping it from you, but currently you had no energy to fight. You leaned into his hug further, needing the comfort he provided and resigned yourself to waiting. 

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It took three more days for Azriel to wake up, Rhys had briefly explained that the impact had been greater than it should have been because they had manipulated Elain into consenting to break the promise instead of her going willingly into it. You could feel the anger Rhys felt towards his sister in law as he explained- making sure you understood they had coerced her in a way not too unlike how she had done to Azriel when he made the promise. Your anger towards Azriel had diminished, you still wanted to hear what he had to say, but you were ready to forgive him. All you wanted was for him to wake up.

You were sitting next to Azriel, head nodding off in sleep. After almost four days of little to no  sleep, you were struggling to fight it off. Your eyes had fully shut and you could feel yourself drifting when you felt the hand you were holding twitch.

Immediately you gasped and sat up, watching with wide eyes as Azriel’s eyebrows furrowed. He seemed to battle with himself to wake up and once he finally did you stood up grabbing a cup of water for him. He looked at you with daze eyes and croaked out, “I’m sorry”

Your heart melted, his voice was barely there and you shushed him, raising the cup to his lips, urging him to drink some water. He gulped down the water you offered, pulling back to catch his breath, then he looked at you again, eyes filled with sorrow before he whispered again “I’m so sorry, my love”

You only nodded, too overwhelmed with emotion to form any words. Instead, you pushed everything you were feeling down the bond and in return Azriel poured all of his love. You could feel how sorry he was, his love for you, his sadness. His eyes watered at feeling the bond thrumming again, he had been convinced he would never feel it again and he thanked the mother for blessing him with such an amazing mate.

 “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he kept mumbling, groggy from his week-long slumber and unable to form any other coherent sentences. 

You shushed him and cradled his face to your body, peppering his face with kisses wanting to convey how grateful you were for your mate. You stayed there, curled up against him the rest of the night, letting him know how much you loved him, your mate, who had risked his life to make things right. 

“I would do it again, for you, I would do anything” he murmured, head tucked in the crook of your neck, before drifting off into sleep again.

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[gyusimp]

°• 🍡 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 🍡 •° [Dom Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem reader]

Ok, I know this post is a bit different so let me explain. I have a friend who's sickly in love with Mitsuri, so she literally paid me to write a fic for her hahaha. I had never written femxfem before, doing this took me out of my comfort zone and even helped me unblock myself! It was a new experience and at the same time fun, I was satisfied with the result so I wanted to post it here in case anyone is interested lmao otherwise just ignore it. I'll post it on AO3 later too.

°•Read Part 02 here!

🍡WARNINGS: NSFW | Fem character x fem reader | Smut | Modern AU | Both of them are adults | Minors DON'T interact.

You were outside her door, in the hallway of her apartment after ringing the bell. Mitsuri would not take long to leave and so it was. After about 10 seconds she appeared on the other side of the door with a big smile on her face as she invited you in.

You had a math test in 1 week at university, you weren't exactly good at math so your friend immediately offered to give you some lessons, practice some topics and help you pass the test with the highest possible score.

"Welcome back, y/n-chan!" She greeted you, excited.

You took off your shoes and left them at the entrance and then headed to Mitsuri's room, the sound of your bare feet and hers walking on the floor accompanied their voices down the hall until she entered her room. The study desk was clean and tidy ready to work so you put your small backpack on the floor next to the bed and sat on one of the chairs that Mitsuri had brought.

"Thank you so much Mitsuri, you have no idea how much this will help me, you are amazing." You thanked her, for the thousandth time since she offered you her help.

"It's nothing y/n-chan! Anything for my friend" she said with flushed cheeks, moving one of her hands while holding her face embarrassedly with the other. "How about we start now?" One took a seat next to the other, you took out some graph paper, your pencil case and your math book. You told Mitsuri what you had to study and which ones were difficult for you, she was not only very good at math but she was also very sweet and patient with you so that gave you enough confidence to ask all the questions you wanted.

She was as sweet as a kindergarten teacher, she even congratulated you when the answer in the exercises you did was correct. It had already been 1 hour and a half since the study session began so the best thing was a short break to clear your mind and prevent you from falling asleep.

"You're doing great! How about a 20 minute break?"

"Cool, I didn't want to fall asleep." You joked, laughing with Mitsuri.

"I'll go get a glass of water, do you want water too?" She asked.

"OK thanks."

Mitsuri stood up and stretched raising her arms, you looked for no reason in her direction without thinking and watched just as she adjusted her skirt after standing up making your chest jump. Mitsuri always wore tight or short clothes, and this skirt was very short so you could see the beginning of her butt as she started to walk towards the door. When she left the room you tried to erase that image from your head and think about something else, maybe read your notes again and thus distract yourself quickly but all that came to mind was the scene when she opened the door of her apartment and the first thing you saw after her face was her tight bust under the little t-shirt she was wearing and that prominent v-neckline showing a big part of the beginning of her boobs. Was it starting to get hot? You decided to take off the cardigan you were wearing and freshen up, luckily you were wearing shorts and a tank top.

After a few seconds, the pink-haired girl entered the room with 2 glasses of water in her hands, the water was so cold that small drops slipped down the glass.

"Thanks girl, this was what I needed." You said, hoping that drinking something cool would stop your pulse racing.

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About 25 minutes of class passed after having had that little break time, you were starting to get bored and despite putting all your effort into paying attention you couldn't solve this exercise. The problems were the most difficult and Mitsuri noticed your frustrated expression trying to solve it.

"Do you have any question?" She asked attentively.

"I can't understand this part, do the exponents have to be multiplied here too? Agh! I feel so stupid..."

"You're not stupid y/n-chan! You've already managed to solve other exercises, you're very smart!"

You looked at the clock on the screen of your cell phone, there was still time to complete the agreed 2 hours of study so you sighed tired when you thought about it.

"So far you've done really well, so I think we can take another break." Mitsuri said, trying to cheer you up.

"Ok, I hope that helps." You got up from the chair and stretched again as did Mitsuri. She got up from the chair and walked to her bed to get on and crawl on the mattress towards the pillows, you looked behind you and realized two things that made you feel too nervous again. She sat cross-legged but her skirt was very short so inevitably you could see her panties and because of the position of her legs you could have seen more but you decided to place your eyes elsewhere.

"Even I feel a bit tired" Mitsuri said.

"What are you talking about? I'm the one who's been burning out her one neuron." You teased, both of you laughing in unison.

"I mean, I've never spent so much time sitting in those chairs, I usually use my bed as a study area so now my back is tingling haha."

"Me too!" You said, sitting on the bed next to her.

Mitsuri sighed and ran one of her hands over her shoulder and back. "Do you mind?" She asked. You didn't have time to react when she reached under her clothes to unhook her bra and remove it, throwing it elsewhere.

"N-not at all, don't worry." You and Mitsuri were quite confident so she was used to doing things like this in front of you without knowing that you were trying hard to hide your nerves.

"These things can be really uncomfortable sometimes, especially when, well...you know." She said, pouting as she massaged her breasts. Why had she done that? Now you felt bad for not being able to stop seeing her. Her little shirt was so tight to her body that it hugged her breasts perfectly, making her nipples stand out from under the fabric. Her breasts were large and the way they bounced under her clothes when she took off her bra kept replaying inside your head. "Sure you're not hot? I can turn on the fan if you want."

"Oh thank you. I'd like that very much."

You stayed sitting on the bed hugging your knees while Mitsuri stood up to go turn on the fan. When you felt the cool breeze hit your skin, you couldn't help but close your eyes and lie down on the pillows while leaving your legs bent. You felt a movement on the mattress so you assumed that Mitsuri had returned to the bed but then she didn't move again and remained silent so you wonder if she was still there or had left the room so you opened your eyes to find out. When you opened your eyes, you caught Mitsuri looking directly at your thighs and between your legs, with your knees bent that way she could easily see your panties under your shorts. This definitely made you too nervous, you were about to sit down and close your legs but another thought came to your head faster. She was also watching you like you were a while ago so that got you a bit horny.

Your face was very red just like Mitsuri's when she felt trapped by you but despite that she didn't try to hide what she was doing or at least try to look a little shy so that only made you keep moving forward.

"All in order?" You asked, spreading your legs with the excuse that your knees were blocking the view of her face in front of you.

At this point it was quite likely that you didn't care anymore and both of you would completely lose your shame.

"What are you talking about?" Mitsuri asked, starting to crawl towards you on the mattress.

"You didn't stop looking at me, it's unfair if I have my eyes closed." You answer.

Sometimes you two used to joke around in similar ways but now, things were getting a bit further, you both subconsciously expected one of you to stop but you kept going. You kept your legs open and Mitsuri lay on your abdomen between them, causing your core to rub dangerously against her and feeling her breasts lean against you.

"Of course that's fair, you were looking at me too so now we're even." She said, making you blush.

Both of you fell silent, Mitsuri staring at you while you tried to look anywhere but her face and that included the low neckline of her t-shirt in front of you. Mitsuri moved in place, at first you thought that she was settling into her place or she would just get up and the class would continue but everything changed when you realized that she started rubbing on you provocatively. Mitsuri settled her legs on the bed keeping one straight and the other bent to rub her own core against her panties and the mattress making her large breasts massage over you. The position of her legs made her little skirt mess up, leaving her butt exposed, showing you her tight little lace panties.

You didn't say anything, you just gasped and spread your legs more so that she could fit better in the middle of you. She smiled at you with desire so that she felt more confident to move as she wanted. Mitsuri placed her arms on each side of you to hold on better and continue rubbing on the mattress and on top of you, she even had the courage to start panting a little just to annoy you and increase your blush. Mitsuri wouldn't stop looking at you and see  doing this kind of thing made you feel too nervous and even more when she was so close to you; but you'd be lying if you thought this moment was weird or awkward, each passing minute turning you on more and more and just waiting for one thing to lead to the next. You wondered if at some point she was going to touch you.

"This feels s-so good..." Mitsuri gasped. She settled between your legs and lowered one of her hands to her panties to take them and rub them better against her wet core. "You've never tried this before y/n-chan?...it feels really good."

"N-no..." you managed to reply, feeling her breasts on you turned you on more and more besides the sight in front of you.

"Really? Never before?...self-satisfaction is just as important as self-love, girl." She told you.

You didn't know what to answer, Mitsuri settled back and took her hand out from between her legs. She held on to the mattress again and it was after that when she groped her hand directly between your legs inside your shorts, over your dressed cunt making you arch your back in surprise. You were about to say something but you didn't even have time because she started rubbing her fingers against your panties causing a lot of friction with each brush of the fabric.

"A-AAH!" You moaned, surprised to feel her fingers in your panties.

Hearing your voice like that made Mitsuri turn on more, causing her to start moving her fingers faster as well as her hips against the bed. With every movement, she could feel her wet panties brushing over and over again in the middle of her slit, right on her slippery clit. The feeling was perfect so she wanted you to experience it too.

"Y/n-chan...I want to make you feel really good, aah-ah." she moaned.

Mitsuri took her hand out of your panties for just an instant, grabbing your shorts and pulling them down over your hips and butt until she took them off and tossed them around, exposing your black lace panties fitting your pussy on her face.

The pink-haired girl's fingers took the center of your panties and she began to rub the fabric making sure that each touch was right on your clit just like she did until little by little you were wetting the fabric of your underwear; you even started to move your hips to get a better feel. Mitsuri noticed that you began to get wet very quickly and slowly began to moan in need.

"D-doesn't that feel amazing?" Mitsuri asked. "The rub on the clit is perfect-aah! I'm so-so wet! And you too...mmhh."

You were both about to cum if she continued like this, but Mitsuri didn't want this to happen, at least not yet. She wanted to try more things and at the same time make sure that you enjoyed it as much as she did. Mitsuri stopped and got up, tooked off her skirt and sat up to crawl over to you.

"Don't you think it would be better to feel…closer?" She proposed to you, biting her pink lip. She traced a line with her finger all over your slit, feeling your wet labia. "We are both very wet." You stayed in the same position and Mitsuri imitated it in front of you, legs spread and leaning on her arms on the bed. "I'd like to feel you…here" she said, spreading her legs and making her panties shift to let her cunt peek out from under the fabric.

"Then do it..." you replied.

Hearing that made her heart jump with happiness. Mitsuri came up to you and took your panties off, then she got rid of her panties as well and left them lying around. She took your thighs squeezing them sensually to accommodate your legs around her waist and make you hook her between your legs. She did the same and that's when you realized how flexible Mitsuri was when she spread your legs and hers and hooked you in the same way against the bed, letting her breasts crash against yours almost on your face. When he was in the position she wanted, she dropped putting some pressure on you and sat down so that her pussy was exactly on yours, making you moan when you felt his wet labia. Mitsuri leaned over and settled on your hips, holding onto her arms on either side of you and beginning to move her hips, slow movements in circles and back and forth. The contact between your most sensitive points was direct, the position of the open legs of both and each of the movements made your lips move and your cunts open to collide and slide against each other.

Wet sounds began to accompany your and her moans throughout the room, you moved your hips against Mitsuri's to cause more friction. Both cunts wet rubbing each other, your clit massaging against Mitsuri's was the most perfect sensation you've ever felt in your life. You looked up or squeezed your eyes but when you looked ahead and saw Mitsuri's neckline you completely sank in pleasure and didn't take your eyes off her. Her tits moved and bounced on you with each of her thrusts, her hard nipples standing out under her tight t-shirt. Mitsuri's movements began to get faster and faster, crashing and bouncing off of you, she began to grind her vagina against yours increasing the odds of bringing both of you an amazing orgasm. You realized something, Mitsuri's t-shirt was too small and her bust was too big, her boobs began to bounce more and more forcefully from her cleavage and seeing that made you crazy and she didn't seem to care at all; she just kept moving on you, getting wet on your vagina until the position she was in and her strong thrusts caused one of her breasts to come completely out of her clothes bouncing on you and then her other tit did the same. You didn't take your eyes off her, her pink nipples were rubbing on your chest so you decided to take them to massage them with your hands and make her as aroused as you were.

"Y-your boobs are so big-aah! I love them."

"You're also...a-aah- you're beautiful y/n-chan! Your little wet cunt is so cute ah-mnnh!" Mitsuri moved away from you a bit and took off her shirt, making her breasts bounce even more when she took it off. You didn't stop seeing her for a second, moving more.

When she returned to the position she was in, you put both hands directly on her butt to massage it and put some downward pressure so that your cunt was closer to hers, you squeezed and touched her ass making her moan for a long time until that you felt the need for more. Your left hand slid between her buttocks until it reached her wet pussy and your right hand began to play with your own pussy or the part that Mitsuri's couldn't cover, wetting the fingers of both hands, pumping your own hole and feeling this made Mitsuri squirm on top of you, leaning her head back moaning with all her might and moving faster on top of you. Your juices and hers splashed between her slippery cunt and your legs spread wider to rub you with each of her folds.

"AA-AH! Yy/n...y/n-chan! Mmghh-aah!! D-you think you're gonna cum already?"

You couldn't even answer because you were about to, you moved your hips hard to feel Mitsuri on your clit while you tightened around your fingers, you squeezed Mitsuri's ass again making her moan as you did when a warm sensation it went down from your abdomen straight into your pelvis.

"AAH-AAH MITSURI!! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! AAH!!"

Your legs spread wide, your back arched and a sticky white discharge shot straight out of your vagina drenching Mitsuri, causing her to do the same and cum in your pussy. Both wetting each other while she was still bouncing her pussy against yours in reaction to the orgasm until her speed slowed down.

Her thighs and yours were wet and sticky, you saw Mitsuri's breasts and as they glistened with sweat, sweat dripped from the back of your knees to your feet and your legs trembled as did your breath. Mitsuri lay down next to you and let both of you stretch out your legs after staying in that position for so long. Before she fully pulled away from you, you could see thin white threads coming from her cunt joining yours, leaving you wet and feeling slippery between your legs. Mitsuri's chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, even though neither of you spoke it wasn't an awkward moment at all. You two looked into each other's eyes and different parts of your body at the same time. You didn't know what time it was, you even completely forgot the reason you were here, you saw the desk and looked at all your study material and then you saw the time on the clock next to the bed on a small table. 6:44 pm It was already getting dark outside and that worried you a bit.

"That was a very interesting lesson." You said, breaking the silence.

"We should repeat it another day, don't you think?" Mitsuri spoke, sensually.

"You think so? Then you won't be able to get me out of here that easily in a study session." You joked.

"You don't have to go today, I know it can be dangerous to go out at night so you can spend the night here..."

"You mean...a second round?" You said, getting up to approach Mitsuri.

"If that's what you want."

"Only if you let me go above you this time..." you replied, straddling her.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #mitsuri kanroji #mitsuri #mitsuri x y/n #mitsuri x reader #mitsuri smut #mitsurikanrojismut #mitsurixfemreader #fem x fem #kimetsu no yaiba smut

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Hello i saw you were taking requests maybe? could you do one with canon levi where him and fem!reader get into a fight and she thinks hes going to leave her and he has to comfort her but in his own levi way of comforting because hes awkward

"because he's awkward" LMAO

i actually had a flare-up the other day and ran into this exact situation with my partner so you bet i channeled all my irl angst into this

Just Go | Levi Hurt/Comfort Oneshot

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“Give me a break already,” Levi said with an irritated groan. “I’m sick of this shit.”

Although you had essentially written an entire paper in your head to prove your point, that had gone flying out the window after he spoke. 

I’m sick of this shit.

At that point, you could no longer recall what it was that you two were arguing over. Your mind fixated on that one phrase he had just muttered at you. It had taken you all of your energy to even gather the courage to bring it up and he dismissed it within minutes, and ended the conversation saying that he was sick of it, sick of you.

Your mind and body froze. Your skin paled as your hands grew cold and clammy. You felt your heart drop at the realization of what this meant. This was his way of saying that it was over. It might not have solidified yet, but you knew that it was coming.

You immediately looked down to the ground and took a step back. Any energy you had gathered to continue this conversation immediately dissipated. 

“Okay,” you whispered with a small nod as you continued to step backwards.

You weren’t able to see a concerned look enter Levi’s eyes as he watched you immediately withdraw. He had expected a prolonged and irritating conversation. He had been expecting it for weeks, he just didn’t expect it to be brought up now—but it did get brought up and he didn’t expect you to back down so quickly. He stared at you for a few seconds, wondering what was going on in your head. Were you thinking of what to say? Did you change your mind?

You heard his silence as you continued to withdraw. Using this as confirmation of your fears, you immediately turned around and walked out the door onto the balcony of your shared apartment.

You waited a few seconds outside, holding agonizingly still as you waited for Levi to come follow—but he didn’t. 

You buried your face in your hands, gripping at your hair as memories of your life together with Levi ran through your head. You remembered him literally picking you up off of the streets and rescuing you from the thugs you were running from in the Underground. You remembered him going out of the way, before and after every expedition, to ensure that you were safe and that you knew that he was safe. You remembered all of his little acts of service to take care of you when you were feeling down or feeling sick. 

You remembered every little thing that would disappear the minute he finally decided to leave you.

Over the next few days, your mind was murky. Although you were still able to get up and about and seem somewhat functional, that wasn’t how you felt. You felt as if the world was blurred around you and that you were watching yourself move as if you were in a vivid dream that you had no control over. The only thing that you could hear clearly was that little voice in your own head that kept telling you that Levi was preparing to leave.

You couldn’t stand to be around him. That was the one thing that kept you from hiding in bed and ignoring the world. The more you were in the house, the more you had to see him. The more you had to see him, the more it was going to hurt when he finally left. You were waiting for that other shoe to drop and you wanted to be as emotionally removed as you could when it happened.

However, completely avoiding him was impossible. After all, you did share an apartment.

Thus, the both of you found yourselves at the dinner table without saying a word. This had become a norm over the past few days. The unending silence that seemed to scream into your ears had become something you were expecting. On normal days, that silence didn’t bother you. Both you and Levi were content in each other’s presence on stressful days as you shared a meal together and steal whatever little time you had to be able to actually spend time with each other—but this was not that.

You were ripped out of your thoughts as you heard a sigh.

“You haven’t been eating,” Levi spoke up, watching as you poked at the now cold vegetables on your plate.

You hadn’t noticed it yourself, but your boyfriend certainly did. He had noticed that you never got up early in time for breakfast anymore and that when you did sit down to eat, it took you 30 minutes to eat 2-3 bites. It was very likely that you hadn’t even had a full meal since your fight.

“_____,” he spoke again, agitation entering his voice.

You continued to poke at your vegetables with zero intention of consuming them.

Levi sighed as he pushed his own plate to the side.

“What the hell is going on with you? You’ve been in and out all week, barely saying a word to me.”

Your presence when he arrived home, your smile when he saw you for the first time after getting home, and your soothing voice that welcomed him home were just a few of the gestures that he had come to love about you. It was a comforting constant in his life that he cherished. It was a source of comfort that was currently nowhere to be found. 

“If you’re gonna go, just go,” you said quietly without looking up at him.

“Hah?” he muttered out, making a confused expression at you. He wasn’t sure if he hadn’t heard you correctly or what it was that you were referring to.

“Stop beating around the bush already,” you said with your voice slowly becoming more audible. “It’s agonizing. If you’re going to go, just go.”

He raised an eyebrow at you in confusion.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he finally responded.

Your fist was clenched around the fork you had been using and you felt yourself begin to tremble. You weren’t sure if it was due to anger, anxiety, or a mix of both.

“Isn’t that why you’ve been out of the house so much recently? Why you’ve been on a rigid cycle of sleep, eat, work? Why I b-barely see you-”

You stopped talking once you noticed your own voice start to break. You felt heat rise to your face as tears began to gather at the corners of your eyes. You finally looked up at him, scowling when you saw him simply staring at you.

“You said yourself that you’re sick of this—sick of me,” you said as you dropped your fork and gripped at the table in frustration. “So quit beating around the bush already. If you’re going to leave, then leave.”

Levi’s lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. Out of all of the reasons he had hypothesized over why you were acting the way you were, this was not one of them. He quickly shut his mouth again.

While he was annoyed that these thoughts were going through your mind, he could understand why they were there. Like him, you haven’t exactly had the best of luck in keeping people around you. Everyone either died, left, or disappeared. 

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t plagued with those same thoughts. That was why, no matter how annoyed he was at this situation, he couldn’t find himself to be mad at you for it. He felt his heart grow heavy, knowing that his own avoidant behavior over the past few days contributed to those chaotic thoughts brewing in your mind. He knew that something was wrong from the minute that you withdrew from the argument, and cursed at himself silently for not even approaching you or asking what was wrong until now.

At this point, you had looked away again. He felt his own blood run cold as he saw your trembling. Although you had averted your eyes, he knew that there were tears building up behind them. 

He hated when you cried.

It wasn’t because he thought it was annoying or stupid or any of that. He hated it because he would blame himself for not being able to stop it. He especially hated it when he was the one that caused it. He was supposed to be a source of strength, support, and comfort to you, so the fact that he made you cry made him feel like a failure in every regard.

You continued to look down, desperately trying to hold back the tears that were now threatening to fall. You kept on repeating to yourself that you wanted more than anything for him to get up and walk out the door so you don’t have to see him anymore. You kept on saying that to yourself.

Yet, the thought of it was agonizing. The thought of him leaving and never coming back and you never being able to see him or embrace him again literally made you feel like you were carving your own heart out with a butterknife or that you were suffocating at the bottom of the ocean. The thought of him leaving was even more agonizing.

As you continued to imagine living on your own in a world that had taken everything from you, the tears finally fell and you took a sharp inhale that was interrupted as your crying destabilized your breathing. You covered your face in your hands, desperately trying to hide yourself, even though you knew it was futile.

You weren’t sure when he got up or when he started making his way to you or when he knelt down next to you so that you could be at eye contact, but you felt him gently place his hand on your thigh, providing a gentle squeeze to indicate that he was there.

“I’m not going to leave you, _____,” he whispered quietly.

You felt your lower lip quivering as your emotions built up in your chest. All the grief you had held for the past few days came bursting out as you shrunk down, shutting your eyes tightly.

He waited for a few seconds without moving or saying anything, simply waiting for you to let it out. He knew how agonizing it must have been for you to have held this in for the past week or so.

After your breathing had stabilized more, you peeked at him through your fingers. His gray eyes stared straight into yours. His normally expressionless facial features were softer as he glanced at you, his eyes more focused onto you compared to how he usually was. You were able to see the pain that he was holding upon knowing that he had hurt you and failed to recognize it.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me all week?” he asked quietly.

A small chuckle escaped from your lips. You removed your hands and wiped away the remaining tears that had gathered on your cheeks while you were holding your face.

“Haven’t you been avoiding me?”

You weren’t wrong, and he wasn’t either. The both of you had been more avoidant towards each other throughout the past week. You avoided him to try to dampen the devastation that you would feel when you thought he would leave. He avoided you, believing that you were still mad at him, and that you just needed space. Both of these factors added onto each other, enhancing the pain and grief harbored within the both of you.

He shot you a half-smile as he slowly stood up, grabbing at your hand to help you stand.

“Come,” he said, motioning towards the balcony. “Let’s get some air.”

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The two of you leaned on the balcony, looking down at the now silent streets around you. While there were plenty of people, horses, and carriages moving around during the day, it was now dead silent after the sun had gone down.

Levi looked over towards you and saw that you carried a sad and defeated look on your face as you glanced down. He watched as you gently rubbed at your own eyes, which were swollen from your crying.

He placed his hand on your shoulder and gently turned you towards him so he could see you better.

“Is it something I said?”

Levi was genuinely astonished that you thought he would leave you. The thought never even crossed his mind, it was the last thing he wanted to do. He’d rather jump outside the walls without any blades or mobility gear than to even think about leaving you.

You continued to look down as you slightly shook your head.

“Hey,” he said, lifting your chin so that he could look into your eyes. “Talk to me.” 

He didn’t believe you. You had shaken your head to say no, but he knew that was a lie.

You looked into his eyes, placing your hand on his, gently squeezing to remind yourself that he was still there. You tried to think of how to even begin explaining why you felt the way that you felt, but only felt your heart rate and anxiety increasing. You were embarrassed over how you had gotten so activated by something that wasn’t even a problem. You immediately assumed it was over without even trying to check and see if that was the case.

He gave you a worried look as he saw you struggle to find a response.

“_____,” he said your name, trying his best to pull you out of your head.

“I…” you parted your lips to speak without any real idea of what you were trying to say. “I don’t even really remember. It was so blurry and quick and fast. I remember I was scared to talk to you about something and then my heart dropped once I said it.”

Levi never took his eyes off of you as you spoke, your speaking getting faster and faster as you continued to ramble. Every time he opened his own mouth to speak went unnoticed as you continued laying out every step of your thought pattern.

“And you just got more agitated and I never want to make you feel like you have to deal with me because I already know I’m a burden and then you said that you were sick of this and I thought that since I was the one that started the fight, that you were sick of me, and then-”

Before you could continue on for another 20 minutes over all of the thoughts that had built up in your head, you felt Levi pull you in and press his lips against yours, holding you close.

Your thoughts immediately went from richoting off of each other in rapid fire to absolutely nothing at all as soon as you felt him on you.

You returned the kiss, leaning into him, and he refused to let you go until he felt you finally relax into him.

He pulled away ever so slightly while holding you close to him.

“I’m sorry if I made it seem like I was going to leave,” he whispered to you. “You know I never think of you as a burden.”

He pulled you in, having your head rest on his shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around you. His hand found its way into your hair, providing you that small sense of comfort that you got every morning when he ran his hand through your hair before you were fully awake. 

You buried your face further into him, taking comfort in his presence. After avoiding him for around a week, you felt like you needed him on you now more than ever.

He spoke again, whispering right into your ear. His voice was barely audible. Even a gust of wind could’ve muffled it—but that’s what made him feel so close. It made you feel like you would never have to worry about losing him again as he kept his hold on you tight.

“I love you,” he whispered into your ear, “and that’s never going to change.”

He felt you grip at him tighter as you tried to pull him in even closer although you were already fully in his embrace.

He slightly pulled away so that he could see your eyes, shooting you a small smile when he sees that you’ve relaxed and calmed.

“No matter how much of a pain in the ass you can be sometimes,” he said with a smirk.

Before you could come up with your own clever response, he pulled you into another soft, gentle, intimate kiss, with his hand gently resting on the side of your face to keep you close to him and you shut your eyes, allowing yourself to get fully lost in his presence and embrace.

A/N: hope you liked! tysm for beginning to send requests in ♡

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou x reader #captain levi x reader #levi fluff #levi hurt/comfort #levi angst #levi #levi ackerman #levi heichou #captain levi #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #snk

[zqcky01]

I READ SOME OF UR STONE X READER STORIES AND I LOV EMMMM^^

May I request a stone x rich reader where stone n reader r close friends/like each other,and the reader lets Stone in their house(guess their parents r on vacation or smth LMAO) bc stone was bein chased by the police after he was caught pickpocketing/robbing,,,,,and they just wait till the police leaves(maybe the police even knocks on reader's door n the reader lies to the police that they haven't seen seen any hobos running around,,,MAYBE THE POLICE EVEN INSPECTS THE HOUSE N STONE IS TRYIN TO HIDE IN READER'S APARTMENT???MAYBE PRETENDS TO BE A LAMP LMFAOOO)

but basically Stone n reader just talking in reader's place,,,,

SRY IF ITS TOO MUCH,,,UUWAAAAAAAAAHHH

hope u'll have a gr8 day/night:3

YOU BROUGHT THE POLICE TO MY HOUSE

Stone x Rich! Reader

a/n: HELP I CAN SEE HIM BEING A LAMP AND STILL NOT GETTING CAUGHT 💀💀😭

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“Stone?” You opened the door, confused. Stone was standing on the other side, holding a bag full of just random shit he had just stolen. “Hey.” He said, looking around before he walked passes you. “I—okay…” You sighed, before shutting the door. “What brings you here today?” You asked, watching him laid down on your couch. “Oh, I’m running from the police.” Stone said as he kicked off his shoes.

“Again?!” “Yeah…the lady caught me. She was super pissed.” Stone said as he light his cigarette. “Your parents not home?” He asked as he held his cigarette between his fingers. “Nope, they’re on some trip.” You sighed leaning over the couch. “If you bring the police to my house I will kill you.” You said, pointing your finger at him, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah yeah…I doubt they would come look over here.” Stone said as he got more comfy on your couch. “What did you even steal anyways?” You asked, titling your head to the side. “A few bracelets, not sure why the lady was literally having a stroke.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“How long are your parents out of town?” Stone asked, looking up at you, raising an eyebrow. “Two weeks.” You said, walking over and sitting in a chair next to the couch. “For their jobs…which is lame.” You sighed, leaning back against the back of the chair. “But it just means you can probably stay here, along with Vinnie and Skipp.” Stone nodded, puffing out smoke from his lips. “Thanks. It’s been getting chilly at night. Maybe you could warm me up.” “STONE!” “I’m kidding…kinda.”

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The two of you talked for the next thirty minutes, before hearing a loud knock on the door. “Ramshackle police open up!” A male voice yelled from the other side of the front door. You and Stone jumped.

“Really?!” You whispered yelled to Stone, who only groaned. “Damn it…” He muttered as he slowly sat up, running his fingers through his hair. “Go—hide or something!” You said, before you stood up and walked to the front door.

You opened it, being greeted by over ten officers. You gulped. “Officers—what can I do for you?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowed. “Good day, we have had several reports of people being robbed today. And we have a reason to believe that you are hiding the suspect in your home.” One officer said, his hands resting on his hips.

“Oh my, no not at all sir.” You gasped, placing your hand over your chest. “I’m alone here, no one else is here.” You said, shaking your head. “May we just check?” Another officer spoke up. “Don’t you need a—“ The officers didn’t care for an answer, only shoving themselves into your home. “I—okay then.” You grumbled frowning. You watched as the officers looked around the place. Your eyes landed on Stone, who was standing in the corner of your living room with a lamp shade over his head. You face palmed, shaking your head. “Fucking idiot…”

You noticed the officers noticed him, but they didn’t say anything. “Hah! No idiot would ever be a lamp.” One officer chuckled as he stared at Stone, not realizing it was a whole person. “Yeah, someone stupid would believe that.”

“How did you get jobs…let alone get this far in life.” You muttered, leaning against your couch.

After ten minutes, the officers left. “Stone. How do you do it?” You asked, lifting the lamp shade off of his head. He had a smug grin on his face. “No idea.”

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Shattered Memories • Chapter I: The Expo & The Files • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Angst Chapter Warnings: Flashback Death (writing it hurt me lmao), Mentions of substance abuse and alcholism. Masterlist

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DIARY / Dream Log #3 / 10 NOV 2024

Dear Diary,

 I dreamt of him again last night…the faceless boy

For the past few nights I've been dreaming of this boy. I didn't remember the dreams but I remember him. I can't remember what he looked like. It's like I remember the essence of him. Like he existed but he's nowhere to be found.

Only this time I remembered.

We were at the studio on a rainy day. I was wearing a long sleeve fitted crop top and matching leggings with my ballet shoes on.The pink of my slippers were a stark contrast against the black of my outfit. He was wearing a black fitted muscle shirt with black leggings under a pair of loose fitting Midtown Tech PE shorts. He was wearing a pair of star wars socks, which I found quite adorable. We were dancing playfully around the studio as we laughed at ourselves for not dancing so seriously but instead sliding across the floor and twirling each other as if we were ipart of a dance number in a musical

I wish I could remember his face.

I remember loving his smile. It's such a pretty smile, that much I know…but I don't remember what it looks like. I just know it brought me comfort and joy. His hair is soft and curly. He has such lovely hair. It feels soft and silky in my hands as I ran my hand through them a few times just to feel them. His eyes are puppy-like but I don't know what color they are. I just…know how they are.

It's strange to dream of someone and have no idea what they look like, but knowing little details that explains what they look like. It’s like running to a destination and then having no idea where you’re going. 

He likes to kiss my cheek and his lips feel velvety on my skin. He calls me different pet names too. 

"Baby, you’re going to hurt yourself."

"My little Lovebug." 

"Are you hungry, Darling?" 

"Princess, you’re doing great!" 

"There’s my Pretty Girl~"

His voice is soft, just like everything about him. (Well…minus his arms and chest and abs…) but his voice is like music to my ears. I would respond with my own pet names for him.

“Don’t worry, My Love, I’ve been doing this my whole life.”

“My Sweet Boy~”

“No, I’m okay, Baby.”

“It’s like you’re my own Disney Prince.”

“And there’s my Handsome Boy~”

We danced around the studio for about an hour until we laid on the floor facing each other tiredly. His fingers traced over my hips and waist several times causing my skin to react to his touch. I scoot closer to him until our faces are centimeters apart. I could hear his heartbeat and I’m pretty sure he could hear mine. We have a special connection that is different from most. It was a biological connection that I couldn’t place. 

I wish he was real. Then maybe I wouldn't feel so fucking lonely.

I leaned in to kiss him before something happened. He glitched. He glitched and my head felt like it was splitting in half with a migraine so painful that I woke up dizzy, shaking and sweating. 

How strange…and terrifying. 

[END NOTE]

The night was in good weather and the streets of New York City were bustling and busy, as per usual. Life was moving on as usual. The sun and moon cycled as usual.

The year is 2030.  

Five years had gone by after the incident at the Statue of Liberty. Five years since you were forced to forget him along with the rest of the world. 

No one knew who Peter Parker was. Not a single soul. To anyone that would be a terrifying thought, but it was something Peter himself had to accept.

He was swinging across buildings in the city one night, as usual. He was on his nightly patrol doing the same thing he's always done—protect the little guy. He figured it would be a somewhat busy night considering today was a special day so, he would probably have to protect some of the…not so little guys as well. He only stopped when he saw one of the big screens in Time Square and decided that this was a good spot to watch from. 

It was showing the Stark Expo. 

It had been awhile since he'd been excited about the beloved and annually anticipated event. Before, it hurt too much to bear with everything that happened but he was particularly intrigued with this one this year because this is when you made your official debut as the new owner of Stark Industries, and he knew you always wanted to make a big entrance. Much like your father, Tony Stark.

Only you wanted to do it bigger. Better.

Peter remembered different ideas you came up with for when the tech company torch was passed down to you. You said no to fireworks because the constant loud noises bother you and it was disrespectful to veterans, animals and those who are like you and sensitive to sound, even more so as a mutant human with super hearing.Other ideas you thought of were outlandish like setting something on fire or blowing something up (which Peter reminded you, contradicted your statement about the fireworks) and some were outrageous like blasting out of a giant cake. Eventually you came up with a solid plan that seemed to have fit your personality and mission as the legacy. You had it all planned out in a digital notebook with blueprints, lists, distributors, catering options and many more categories. Peter loved to watch you while you were fixated on something. It showed how much passion you had. He wondered how you felt leading up to the event. 

He wished he could have been there. 

There was a countdown on the screen for when the Expo was going to begin. Peter's friends invited him to go with them to see the Expo but he decided against it and used the excuse of having a lot of work; for school, for home and his job. Really he just couldn't handle the crowd right now he didn’t think he would be able to handle being so close to and yet so far from you. 

Also he's Spiderman. He's got his hero duties to do. 

With school, work, trying to function as an adult and being Spiderman, he was a busy guy, and that was the only thing that kept him distracted from thinking about his friends, his family, Mr. Stark, you…

Especially you. 

There were times when he looked at the necklace you gave back to him and remembered what you had said to him. 

"Give this back to me, I'll remember you."

But he knew it wouldn't be that simple. 

Five years ago, he had full intentions of calling you at seven like he promised but...he didn’t. He went to your window later that night instead. You were sitting on your bed sadly looking at a picture of you and your dad. It had been a year since you both lost Tony but it was taking you a longer time to move on for obvious reasons. He was your actual father and you knew him much longer. Tony was like a father figure to Peter, but he's been to this rodeo four times already. 

This was the first time you lost someone so close to you in such a way. 

Peter recalled that day. He remembered how you were.

Pepper had her arm around a crying Peter’s shoulders. Rhodey had given you a sad and apologetic look as you went over to Tony. You kneeled down by him.

"Dad, we did it." You said going up to him, your voice shaking as you put your hands on his shoulders. "Pops, we won. You did it. You…you…"

You paused when you saw the state of him. Half of his body was fried from using the infinity stones and he was taking his last breaths. Peter put his hand on your shoulder and you glanced at him with a fearful and hopeful look in your eyes. He pressed his lips together in a thin line giving you an apologetic and pained look. He had that same look you had in his eyes a moment ago. 

“No,” you shook your head and looked back at Tony. “Dad, please. We….we….we won.”

Tony looked at you one last time and weakly pointed to his heart before pointing to yours. You understood what he meant by it and you sighed deeply, nodding before he forced a small smile on his face that was barely there and took his final breath.

Your lip quivered and you leaned your forehead on his. “I love you, Daddy. I love you so much.”

Then the arc reactor light on his chest went out. 

Peter sat next to you after a moment and you instantly wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug and you hugged him back both of you crying your eyes out and attempting to comfort each other. Peter had to carry you back and he didn’t put you down until you had cried yourself to sleep on his shoulder.

Remembering that moment and then remembering how you were afterwards, it dawned on him how things played out. Peter was your rock, and you were his, but he had already made his decision. 

Your name was called and you perked up before quickly wiping your eyes and softly calling “Coming!”

You put down the photo on your end table and then walked out of your room. Once it was safe to do so, Peter climbed into your window and gathered any trace of his existence and put it in a box and left with it.

 Would he regret this? He had no idea.

He had run into once or twice or three times after that but as Spiderman and when he was saving your life from any danger. Nothing too eventful.

And that is how he ended up here five years later with a new life so different from yours.

The countdown made it to the 10 second mark and Peter was knocked out of his thoughts to pay attention to the screen. Once the mark hit zero the intro began.

Instantly he recognized the song. Back in Black by AC/DC. 

Different forms of tech and inventions were brought onto the stage in an almost cinematic way. Lights flashed, sparks flew, and the crowd went wild. Fireworks went off in the sky to Peter’s surprise but he was even more surprised when they made no sound. He concluded that you somehow made soundless fireworks. He wondered when and how you came up with that one. 

Once the platforms finished forming on the stage he spotted something flying in the sky. He didn’t sense danger from it but it was headed towards the expo. 

“Hey Karen, zoom in on that thing in the sky.”

“Okay, Peter.” and with that the lens of his mask zoomed in on the flying object. It was red and gold and mechanical…

Wait, could it be…?

“It appears to be an Ironman suit.” Karen stated.

“Who is it…?” Peter wondered.

“Activating X-Ray Scan Function.”

“Wait a minute…!” Peter panicked. “What if they’re naked…!”

“Be serious, Spiderman.” Karen retorted while deactivating the x-ray scan. 

Peter was taken aback by his AI. “Wow, Karen, I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“All Stark Industries AI have been updated with a Bestie Feature created by (Y/N) Stark.”

Peter smirked to himself. “Classic (Y/N/N).”

You landed on a mid-rise platform on the stage as it lowered to the regular height. The crowd was cheering loudly as you stepped out of the iron suit and Peter was taken aback.

You looked amazing. 

You wore an oversized blazer with a black dress underneath and knee high combat boots. Your lips were painted a bright red color and your nails were a teal blue that Peter recognized you always wearing.  Under the dazzling lights of the Expo. You looked happy, healthy and lovely as ever.

Just how Peter hoped for you. 

You danced your way across the stage before you stood poised at the podium, your confidence radiating, much like how Tony was. The audience hushed, anticipation hanging in the air as they waited to hear from the new owner of Stark Industries, Tony Stark's eldest daughter, (Y/N) Stark.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests and partners," you began, your voice steady yet carrying an echo of nervousness that Peter recognized all too well that others wouldn’t. “How are we all doing tonight?!”

The crowd went wild and you grinned in response.

"Good glad to hear it because today marks a significant milestone – not just for Stark Industries, but for a legacy that my father, Tony Stark, entrusted me to carry forward."

The crowd erupted in applause, the memory of Tony Stark's genius and charisma still fresh in their minds, even five years after his passing. Your presence on that stage, the spitting image of confidence of your father with a twist of your own determination, stirred a mix of nostalgia and curiosity in everyone. Even people on the street stopped and watched curiously and anxiously. Once the crowd calmed down, you continued on with your speech. Peter sat on top of the tall building that was right across from the screen that he was watching. You looked a little different but you were still as beautiful as he could remember. 

“Tony Stark was many things; a visionary, a genius, a multi-billionaire, a philanthropist, an American patriot, a playboy, a raging smart ass…”

The crowd laughed, and you continued.

“But to me, he was my number one supporter, my greatest mentor, my biggest inspiration and my best friend."

You looked back at the Ironman Suit that you arrived in longingly for a moment before turning back to the crowd. 

“When I was nine years old, my dad was taken by terrorists. He told me those three months were a huge awakening for him and changed the trajectory of his life. Through those dark times he went in a man, and came out a hero. A year later, he had learned that he had made enemies and then one day, our home in Malibu was blown to pieces. Each and every attempt to knock him down only made him come back stronger and stronger...and each time he became more and more my hero.”

Peter agreed with you from his sitting place in the building and the crowd cheered once again.

“Obviously, I began to notice at a young age what was happening. I did inherit his genius after all. And I began to ask questions, lots of questions.”

“One day he pulled me off to the side and He told me, ’(Y/N/N), one day this company will be yours and I want this to be a learning lesson for you. I want you to learn from my mistakes, instead of your own. I want you to grow to be a better person than I am’... I still hold those words close to me and I wonder how I can even be half of the genius and a fraction of the hero that he was...and still is to many people? I don't think I ever could. But because he believed in me so deeply, I will be. Even though he is gone from this world, he's still in my heart, guiding me.”

"Change is inevitable, and with change comes the opportunity to create a brighter future,” you continued, your eyes alight with determination but Peter could tell that you did it to hide the pain. "My father once said that his suit was a cocoon, and he emerged as Iron Man. Stark Industries is my cocoon, and I am committed to guiding it toward new heights of innovation and impact.”

“I remember his speech here at the expo, after he revealed himself as the iron hero and how he said ‘it's not about us, it's about legacy’. I stand before you as a testament to my father's belief in progress, innovation, and the power of human potential," you stated. "Tony Stark was more than a genius inventor; he was a visionary who saw challenges as opportunities, who dared to dream the impossible and then turn those dreams into reality."

The holographic screens around the stage displayed images of Tony Stark's greatest creations: the Iron Man suits, the Arc Reactor, the revolutionary technologies that had changed the world and his one of his greatest creations stands in the middle of all of it. 

You. 

“So I will go on with this genius mind and this heart made of gold and iron that I inherited from one of the greatest people I have ever known and be the heir of legacy that he believed me to be.” 

Peter looked at the screen, his heart swelling at your words and the emotion and passion in your voice. He could only imagine how this was for you.

"As the new owner of Stark Industries, I take this responsibility seriously," you asserted. "My father's legacy was not just about technology; it was about making a difference. And that is what Stark Industries will continue to do under my guidance, because with great power comes great responsibility."

Peter could have swore that his heart exploded. That was what his Aunt May had told him right before she died. He wondered where you heard it from. “Now, just because I came down in the suit, doesn’t mean I’m trying to be the new Iron Man. Oh no, I’m trying to be a different kind of hero…but I will work hard to find someone who will be suitable to wear it.” You stated and the crowd seemed to look at you understanding. 

After that, you spoke of a renewed commitment to clean energy, sustainable technologies, and global initiatives aimed at improving lives.The audience was captivated, witnessing the torch being passed from one generation to another, seamlessly transitioning from Tony's leadership to your vision. Peter was also captivated by the strong and determined person you have grown to be. 

Maybe it was better this way. Maybe it was better that he was out of your memories and your life.

“Now a few words from the man who walked and the man who ran so that I could fly.” You smiled.

Your words resonated deeply with the audience as you concluded your speech. The applause that followed was thunderous, a testament to the faith they had in your ability to carry on your father's legacy. Peter couldn't be anymore proud of you than he already was.

He just wished he was by your side, supporting you.

As you stepped down from the podium, Peter couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment.

 The Stark Legacy was in your hands now, and you were ready to honor it and not by imitating your father, but by carving your own path while staying true to his spirit of innovation, determination, and a desire to make the world a better place. Just as you had told Peter once before.

Peter pressed his lips together under his mask as he watched you. He watched as you walked off stage as a video of Howard Stark began to play. He talked about the initial mission for Stark Industries. Then Tony’s video came on, and he spoke about legacy and the future. It sure seemed like the future of Stark Industries was bright with your mission to push it even further with technology for space exploration of the solar system, and making technology that can advance cybernetics and construction tools. 

Peter wished nothing for the best for you, but he couldn’t help but wish he could be by your side while doing all of it. Something told him to go to you and tell you everything but another part of him told him to do the opposite and stay as far away from you as possible, but he had decided a while ago that he would just let you have your own space to grow before he attempted to come back into your life…before he would return the necklace to you, but the more he thought about it the more he feared doing it. He had tried once  with Ned and MJ before they left for MIT, but he also chickened out. He couldn't even get close to Celina since she was training with Doctor Strange. He figured by now it would be a dead end anyways. 

So he promised to support you guys from a distance. A big one. 

The wail of sirens echoed down below fading in and out as they passed by and that was Peter’s signal to resume his duty as the beloved web slinging, wall crawling hero that he was meant to be. 

You had left the Expo early.

You left after you actually gave your speech. You had better things to do than to pretend that everything was okay. These five years were tough on you. You have lost so much and so many people and even five years later it deeply affects you. You were definitely better than you were years ago though. You pretty much flew off the handle and went off the deep end. You did some dumb shit and did some bad shit, took some dumb shit and took some bad shit and now you’re trying to forget all of the dumb shit and the bad shit. Lucky for you, you always kept a low profile. 

Everyone knew Tony Stark had a daughter but he kept you out of the public eye for good reason.

You preferred it that way anyways. It made life and school easier. You went as far as to take up the name (Y/N) Jarvis and take the bus home from school to keep your identity a secret. You were in no way ashamed to be a Stark, in fact, you were proud of it. You just didn’t want the unwanted attention that comes with being a famous person’s offspring. You could already hear the nepo baby accusations for everything (not that they were really wrong…).

So, when you went on a bender for a year, no one knew who you were. When you decided to take things to forget your pain, no one batted a pretty eye.

Except those who did know you of course. 

You’d rather not think about how you broke Pepper and Happy’s hearts seeing you like that. Or how selfish you had been. It wasn’t until you were at your worst one day, where you finally decided that you were gonna get your act together. It wasn’t easy…it was far from easy. You had spent the first half of the first year utterly depressed from the loss of your father and the next half was your party girl bender era, much too young from doing anything that you were doing. The year after that was recovery and the years after that was making amends with everything you made crash and burn. 

This year you worked. A lot. 

You spent most of your time in your lab at the avenger’s compound creating and inventing while also scolding DUM-E, the help robot your father created, for doing too much. Which is where you were right now instead of networking with people you really didn’t give a flying fuckaroo about at the expo.

You had more important matters to attend to. 

Usually you would be working on a new AI format (that wasn’t the debauchery that Ultron was..) or the car you were supposed to build with Tony before he passed, but with the world in near shambles all the time, you have a different project you were working on.

The NAI— New Avengers Initiative. 

After the fight with Thanos and the blip coming undone by the hands of your father’s sacrifice, shit went sideways in your eyes. You recalled how people reacted when the world went back to normal, you recalled Sam and Bucky going on missions to stop a literal child from causing a mass murder attempt on government officials, you recalled Sam becoming the new Captain America and his beautiful call out speech to those government officials, and you recalled the day five years ago at the statue of liberty.

 Sort of.

You had remembered a battle, you had remembered being there with Ned, Celina and MJ, but you honestly weren’t really sure why you were there and you didn’t understand why you were crying so hard. 

Come to think of it, why were you crying at all? 

You fought all types of enemies including the Big 3 (Aliens, Robots, and Wizards) as Sam likes to put it. You have fought terrorists, governments, hell you have fought in the civil war of the avengers, and yet you had the waterworks about a battle you couldn’t even remember. You blamed it on the realization that you would have to fight big battles without your biological family and chosen family the same way anymore, but…you felt like something else was missing, like a big part of you was carved out of your life. It was like there was this big hole in your chest and you tried to fill it with everything imaginable. You failed miserably.

It must be the dreams you were having. 

You kept dreaming about a boy, and everytime you dream about him you’re super happy. The happiest you have ever been. The only problem is you couldn’t remember who he was and why you kept dreaming about him. Since those dreams began you have been having terrible headaches and nothing has been really fixing them. Morgan would tease you in her oh-so-annoying-little-sibling-way and basically say that your brain is trying not to be stupid for once. 

God forbid she knew you were dreaming about a boy. You wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“FRIDAY,” You stated as you sat in your chair in thought. “Pull up all the files on the Avengers.”

“The remaining ones or All of them?” the voice asked.

“All,” you replied. “Minus me, I know me. Very well actually.”

“Pulling up Avenger’s database right now, miss.”

Holographic screens appear in front of you. “Spread them out. Circular please.”

The screens surround you as if they were a council meeting. You walked to each one studying them as you reminisced on your past relationship and current stance with each of them now. 

You heavily looked up to Natasha Romanoff and she was like a big sister to you.

Now she’s dead.

You deeply admired Wanda Maximoff, and even had a mini crush on her.

But she went rogue and is now nowhere to be found.

You adored Vision, since he was the personification of AI Jarvis.

But you don’t know what happened to him either.

You also admired Steve Rogers, and he was like a big brother to you. 

But he decided to go back to the past and live his own life. 

Thor was like your goofy uncle and you loved him like one.

But he has his own thing going on in New Asgard and with the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Doctor Bruce Banner you felt so much for. You honestly admired him too. You were one of the only people who didn’t fear him as the Hulk but rather felt pity for him.

You decided he needed to be left alone, even though he was better now.

Scott was cool. He was also like a cool uncle figure. 

But he has other matters to worry about. Including a family.

Same with Clint. You learned alot from him.

But he only came out of retirement by force. You didn’t wanna bother him. 

Doctor Stephen Strange you found amusing. 

But you currently hate magic, that’s more of Celina’s thing. Possibly Ned too apparently.

You look at each of them as if this is the only way you could send them off with good riddance…for some of them it was true. Some of them you expect to never see again. You long accepted that already and wished nothing but the best for the rest of them and you hoped they all could find peace as much as they could. You sighed and smiled as you looked over all of them, but your eyes landed on a screen that would change the trajectory of your life.

You let your eyes scan the face of a puppy-eyed figure with brown curls and boyish features. There was something vaguely familiar but so foreign about him. It bothered you. You read the name.

“Peter Parker…” His name tasted familiar on your tongue, like you had spoken it many times before.

Could it be…?

“FRIDAY,” you asked. “Give me all the information on Peter Parker that we have.”

“Certainly,” she responded and pulled up more screens. “Peter Parker. Age: 21. Would have been 26 but he was part of The Blip. Hair Color: Brown, Eye Color: Brown. Ethnicity: Some sort of European descent, seems to be English by the last name.”

“Okay, okay but like ...who is he in the Avengers?”

“He is Spiderman and he was taken under the wing of your father.”

Your face twisted in confusion. “Huh? How…?”

You knew Spiderman. You remember Spiderman as your partner on Missions. You two bonded over the fact that you both had Spider powers. You even built his and your suits and begged your father not to tell him that it was you for some odd reason…oh yeah you had a major crush on him. Your suits synced up to each other making you both the Iron Spider. 

Two Spider Mutants + Stark Tech = Iron Spider. 

As you scanned your neurons for memories, you tried to remember his face. Surely, you knew his face…but you couldn’t place it. Really, all this time you just thought Spiderman was Harley Keener, but now that you think about it…nothing in that thought process would make any sense. After all he’s from Tennessee and has been in the same room as Spiderman. You recall sleeping on the Quinjet with Spiderman with your head on his shoulder and his head on top of yours. You recall even fighting “against” him in the Avengers Civil War.

That’s a different story for a different day.

You went through a plethora of memories but you could never remember his face and it peeved you to no end. Did he just hide his identity from everyone? He was young and honestly you did the same thing for a while, so you don't really blame him. After you gave the heroic works, he continued being the friendly neighborhood spiderman, helping the little guy. But things weren’t adding up in your mind still. 

Especially if he knew your father on a close level to wear he took him under his iron wing. 

“Peter Parker,” you said softly again. “Who are you? How did you meet my father…? Are you the boy in my dreams…?”

“The Database says he was part of the Stark Internship. Which was a Pseudonym for his Avenger call.” FRIDAY responded. 

“Something isn’t adding up,…” you said, chewing your lip, vexed. “Why don’t I recognize him?”

“Would you like me to do a deeper search, miss?”

Invading his personal information? You thought. 

“How deep are we talking, Fri?” You squint your eyes at the picture of Peter Parker, as if you were addressing him. 

“I can go as far back as to the day he was born and as deep as to where he is right now.” 

You nearly fell out of your chair. “FRIDAY…!” 

“It’s the way I was built, miss. You can’t blame me.”

You snorted.

“FRIDAY, that is stalker behavior,” You respond, thinking no more than ten seconds on the idea. After all, if you knew each other personally I’m sure he told you most of this stuff already. 

And if he’s the boy from your dreams…

“Do it.”

And this is how everything changed.

~

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[scribbledghost]

Omg I love mas muscled and I'm literally so in love with your fem Ghost ideas! I don't know if you seen (but I'm sure you probably have) those videos where it was just pouring outside with girls in heels and their partner would carry them to the car or over the curb to not ruin their shoes, but I literally can't stop thinking of this scenario with fem Ghost and was hoping you could write it. No worries though if you can't!

So, I haven't seen those videos, but I can picture it so so vividly in my mind and you are correct that Fem Simon 100% would do this. I don't care how much you weigh, she's built like a brick house and can lift just as much. She can (and will) carry you. Also, I know Simon isn't exactly a feminine name, but damned if I can't come up with anything else, so she's still Simon lmao.

It was supposed to be a simple date - just a nice dinner, and maybe getting your groceries for the week if Simon could convince you to let her tag along (the last time she did, she paid for your groceries while you were distracted, leading to some good-natured bickering and the teasing promise that she'd never be allowed to go shopping with you again). Yet, somehow, in the middle of dinner, you'd looked out the restaurant window and had made a remark that it looked rather dark on the horizon.

A half hour later, when you were both heading out the door, the heavens opened and the rain began to pour.

Suddenly, Simon's thankful that she chose the black button-up shirt instead of the white.

"Don't suppose you brought an umbrella?" you ask sheepishly.

"No, can't say I did," she replies.

The rain continues for several more minutes, showing no sign of letting up. Simon's truck is close enough to the door, it's simply a matter of you both getting up the nerve to sprint to it in the downpour.

Puddles begin to appear, and suddenly Simon wishes she would've worn some sort of blazer to put down on it for you to step over so your shoes don't get soaked. Like the men always did in those old-fashioned romance movies her mum used to watch.

Hell, she'd walk outside, lie face-down in the water, and let you tread on her back all the way to the truck if you asked her to. But that's a different matter.

The two of you wait a few more minutes for any sign of the rain letting up, but no sign of luck appears. And as much as Simon loves spending time simply being in your presence, she'd much rather do it in the comfort of your home or hers.

Then, suddenly, as she watches another couple sprint towards a nearby car, she gets an idea. She's quick to clue you in, as she'll need your aid.

"You want to what?" you ask through light laughter.

"Carry you," Simon repeats. "I'll carry you to the truck, you just need to open the door when I get there. Hands'll be full, y'know."

"Why on earth would you want to carry me?"

For a moment, she contemplates telling you the truth - that she likes holding you, likes taking care of you, and likes showing off her strength (purely because she knows you like her showing off) - but she reconsiders.

"Gotta keep your shoes from soaking through," she eventually says. "Y'said they're new, right? Be a shame to get 'em wet."

"Hm?" you say, then look down. "Oh, yeah, I hadn't thought of that... guess chivalry isn't dead after all, huh?"

"Chivalry ain't dead, love," Simon says with a crooked grin, "she's just a butch."

Then, without warning, she scoops you into her arms, one hooking beneath your knees and the other supporting your back. She'll have to tease you later about the little squeal you let out when she lifts you.

She wastes no time sprinting through the chilled rain and towards her truck, both of you laughing along the way. Once you get there, you open the passenger side door just long enough for her to sit you on the seat and retreat towards the driver side.

It was a valiant effort. Nevertheless, you're both soaked.

A moment of silence stretches between you two until Simon turns her head and catches your eye. Suddenly, laughter bubbles to the surface, filling the cab and her heart near to bursting.

You let her kiss you for the first time in that parking lot.

#where is my chivalrous butch lady where is sheeeeee #fem simon #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost scribbles

[lacyscabinet]

Natalie Scatorccio being Italian

A/N: Hi GUYSSS!!! I was really bored in class today and I remembered that Natalie is indeed my fellow Italian so I thought I'd make a headcanon about it, in the first few bullet points I tried to kinda give her a backstory so that was fun :) enjoy<3

From what we have been shown in the series Natalie doesn't really lean in the Italian-american stereotype (luckily lmao) apart from her very Italian last name and the attempted Italian accent Sophie Thatcher gave to the character in the first episodes, so we'll have to use some imagination here, but hey, it's an headcanon after all

Her dad's family is Italian (I'm pretty sure this is canon, correct me if I'm wrong tho) but he moved to the USA

Her dad's family was probably from the south, not necessarily Sicily or Sardinia, maybe somewhere around Naples!? Definitely not the north tho

I don't think she ever actively decided to learn Italian, maybe she knows a few words (definitely the swear words, we'll get to that later) but the accent is what really stuck with her

Would get pissed if someone cooked pasta the wrong way

"you need to boil the water first AND DEAR GOD NO DO NOT BREAK THE SPAGHETTI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THAT'S BLASPHEMY"

Thick Italian accent when she gets mad/speaks with a louder tone/when she first wakes up (same girl, same)

Does the 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 ironically (again, same girlie)

At first she tried to get people to pronounce her last name correctly but eventually gave up

"Sketorcio?"

"no, it's literally the same way it's written"

"Skeattorcio"

"You know what nevermind"

Side eyes people every time they pull a pizza pasta mandolino on her

Goes around and judges pizzas even though she has not tried real Italian pizza

Randomly flexes being Italian to anyone at random times

As I said she can't fluently speak Italian but she knows for sure every curse word (and trust me we have lots of those)

"Natalie have you brought your soccer shoes?"

"Oh, yes they are in my bag, look..."

*opens bag to take the shoes out and they are not in there*

"OH CAZZO"

Or

*hits her pinkie toe against the corner of a wardrobe*

"PORCA PUTTANA"

Firm believer that she would use bestemmie (really really bad words that are considered a sin and are very stigmatized by Catholic folks) all the time

Even at random times just because she can and after all no one would understand anyways

Brags about her cooking skills but can't actually cook

She would like to visit Italy one day but she's too broke even to buy lunch at school

That's all for today:)

A/N: if anything else pops up in my mind I'll make a part 2 pookies!!! Have a good day and be gay :)

#natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio #nat scatorccio x reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #nat scatorccio x #natalie scatorccio x y/n #writers on tumblr

[cas-skz]

Stress Relief

Hongjoong x Fem!reader

| non idol au | friends with benefits to lovers |

He’s been your best friend and fuck buddy for over a year now, but what happens when a box of letters is found.

18+!!! MDNI plz&thnx

Warnings: Alcohol, intoxication, smoking weed bruh, mention of death, petnames (baby girl, sweet boy, good girl, brat, BDSM (dom & little duo, nipple play, spanking, sex toy, pinning), oral (m & f), possessive partners, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, squirting

Requests are open :]

writers note: sometimes I like to challenge myself and see how many rounds and finishes I can work into one story. Idk what my record is but this might be it. Okok lmao byeeee

cas xx

“Do you only visit me when you’re mad?” Hongjoong asked, leaning on the side of the doorframe. His head tilted as he eyed you, hair thrown in a messy bun and a bottle of tequila in hand.

He motioned for you to come in, closing the door behind you as you kicked off your shoes and plopped yourself on his large sofa.

“You’re good for stress relief,” you mumble, twisting the cap from the tequila before taking a long swing.

Hongjoong plopped down next to you, one arm wrapping around your shoulder as he grabbed the bottle, taking a drink himself. “Talk to me Vegas girl.”

You smacked his chest, a smile creeping onto your lips. It was his nickname for you, after having met at his bar’s Halloween party a year before.

“Just stupid work shit. My boss says all my designs suck and I can’t think of anything new, so she’s basically breathing down my neck all day.”

You grabbed the bottle, taking another drink. “Any my mother. I don’t understand why that woman is so eager for me to settle down and have kids.”

“I can help you have a kid”

You hit his chest again, “shut up” you laughed.

Working in the fashion industry was extremely time consuming, which left no time for real dating. Hongjoong just happened to stick around, growing closer over time. You caught feelings a while ago, but we’re to scared to admit it.

“Why do you think the creative block is happening?”

You sighed heavily, “I have no idea. The last good thing I came up with was after we spent Christmas together.”

A smirk took over Hongjoong’s face, his fingers playing with your hair. “That was a good Christmas.”

One thing you had in common was your hatred for the holiday. So rather than the present giving and fancy food, you two had ordered a bunch of junk, gotten a ton of weed and alcohol. Then spent hours fucking.

The tequila bottle was empty sooner than you wanted it to be, not realizing you had been chatting and venting about life for the past hour.

“Can you walk a straight line?” He teased, heading to his home bar and grabbing a few joints. He motioned for you to follow him to the balcony.

He watched as you tiptoed on a line in the wood, poking your nose with each pointer finger as you did. You were quite tipsy, but always had good balance.

“Yes I can, sir.” You smirk, brushing past him, squealing as he slapped your ass.

Your lungs filled with smoke as your eyes scanned over the city. The lights and sounds echoed, beautiful in its own way.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you, his head resting on your shoulder as you brought the joint to his lips.

You stayed like that for a while, silently smoking, relaxing into his arms.

His hand eventually started to sneak up the front of your shirt, his fingers sliding along the trim of your lace bralette before dipping inside. A soft moan escaped your lips as he started to twist and flick your nipple gently.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, his breath hot against your ear.

“Maybe.”

His free hand slapped down on your ass, stinging the skin under the thing fabric of your leggings. “Cute.”

You rolled your hips into his, feeling his hardening cock through his pants. Giving your was a little wiggle, you hum happily

Hongjoong’s hand left your breast and quickly went to your neck, wrapping easily around it as he pulled your head back to look at him. “Don’t start that.”

“Or what?” You pushed into his crotch again.

You were definitely feeling the effects of the weed and tequila, it brought out your bratty side.

His grip tightened around your throat the smallest bit, “You know the punishment.”

You trailed your finger nails along his arm, watching as goosebumps followed in their path. “Punishment for what? Making your crumble under my touch?”

Hongjoong’s hand slid down your body, resting both his hands on your hips as he pulled your core into his, “Is that what you think?”

You spun in his grasp, placing a hand on his chest, “I don’t think. I know.” You leaned up on your tip toes, placing wet kisses along his jaw line.

Your opposite hand snuck into his pants, grasping his thick cock head, your thumb rubbing gently over the top, using his pre cum as lube.

Hongjoong moaned softly, his body tensed under your touch. You pushed his pants down a bit to expose his firm length, your hand giving him a few pumps before firming your grip a bit. You pulled him along by his cock back into the house.

You freed your grasp and pointed towards the couch, Hongjoong slapped your ass as you walked away and sat himself on the couch. He pulled his pants down a bit more, hand wrapping around his cock as he watched you.

You walked to the stereo system, putting on one of the playlists you made together.

“Oh, my sweet boy.” You smirked, eyeing his hand slowly pumping his length. You slowly took your shirt off, followed by your leggings before crawling onto the coffee table. “Eager aren’t you.”

“Says the one who’s already naked.”

You stopped midway on the table, leaning up and trailing your fingers across the lace strap of the bralette. “I still have this on. Why don’t you get rid of your clothes?”

He quickly stripped off his clothes as you propped yourself on the table, placing both your hands on your thighs as you eyed him.

Hongjoong grabbed you by the back of your head, not hard enough to hurt. He pulled you up to him, a soft whine escaping your lips as he roughly kissed you. “Are you gonna be a good girl now?”

You didn’t answer, instead gave him a little snarky look. He moved you with one hand, bending you over on the couch, your head on the cushion and ass in the air. You looked behind you as Hongjoong stroked his cock a few times before pushing deeply inside you.

He bottomed out and held himself there, his hand slapping down on your ass. You could feel yourself already leaking, walls clenching at the smallest amount of arousal.

You tried to move your hips but his hand slapped down, holding you in place. “You fucking brat.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” You contracted your walls around him, moaning softly. You looked at him with puppy dog eyes, biting your lip, “You can fuck me now or hold your load until my punishment is over.”

Hongjoong’s hips started to move the tiniest bit, his cock poking at your g-spot. His eyes locked with yours, “You want me to fuck your little pussy numb?” He pulled his cock mostly out before slamming it back in, repeating his actions. “Is that what you want baby girl?”

“Please, my sweet boy, please fuck me.”

His hips started to thrust, soft moans joining yours. You watched as his dark expression turned soft, his cock flowing in and out of your entrance. “Hongie…”’ You moaned, your release dripping down your legs.

Hongjoong pulled out quickly, his mouth clapping over your pussy, his tongue lapping and sucking at your clit. He slapped your ass again, making it sting red from the repeated smacks. “Come here.” He pulled you up into a kiss, his hands tangling into your hair.

You moaned into each other as Hongjoong sat on the couch, pulling you into his lap. You quickly lined his cock up with your entrance and slid down, starting to ride him, “You feel so fucking good.” You moaned, hips starting to pick up speed.

His hands reached up to grab your neck again, pulling your head to his as he gave you a sloppy kiss. “You like riding your sweet boys cock, don’t you?” He said against your lips, “That’s your fucking cock isn’t it?”

You smirked, kissing down his chin, up his jawline and sucking gently on his neck. “You’re all mine.” You whispered in his ear, your second climax quickly approaching. His cock firmed, hinting he was close to.

Hongjoong’s arms wrapped around you as your body picked up speed, his hips thrusting with yours. You brought your face back to his, pressing your foreheads together as your body started to shake. “Who’s your favorite little brat?”

Your bodies came to a stop as his cock started to twitch, filling you with his warm cum. “You know you are baby girl.” He kissed your lips softly, sweet tender kisses that made you tingle. “You belong to me.” He said quietly.

His words made you smile. You were both so possessive over each other, yet had no plans or even talked about committing. Things just worked out smoothly without labels. But fuck, you secretly wanted more.

You smiled down at Hongjoong, lifting your self off him, your combined releases dripping under you. “I like the sound of that, but now I have Taylor Swift suck in my head.” You laughed, skipping off to the bathroom.

He followed, using the bathroom after you before you both headed to his bedroom. You climbed onto his large bed, stopping when you spotted a wooden box on the nightstand. “What’s that?” You ask with a tilt of the head.

Hongjoong walked quickly to the other side of the bed and grabbed the box, his face flushing a deep red. “Hongie.” You shot him a ‘seriously’ look, since you two rarely kept secrets from one another.

“Seriously it’s nothing. Just a box.” He was trying to find a place to stash it, you were getting more and more curious.

“You’re being weird. What is it?” You laugh, crawling to the end of the bed where he was, you poked his side. “What are you hiding.”

Hongjoong held it a bit above his head, a small smile pulling at his lips from your tickling. “Stop, it’s stupid. You don’t want to know.” You kept poking and tickling, he backed into the dresser, causing the box to fall to the ground next to him.

You leaned over the bed, starting towards the flipped box.

“No, seriously Y/N, you don’t want to see that.”

When you flipped the box, there was a pile of letters and pictures of the two of you. Hongjoong sighed and sat on the bed, his head hung as you picked up the pile and scooted back.

“What…what is this?” You asked quietly, flipping through the pictures you had taken together over the past year. There were letters, with dates on them.

Hongjoong turned to you, looking shyly through his shaggy hair. “Everything I’ve wanted to say, but couldn’t.”

You flicked through the letters, just reading the dates. There were 12 in total, starting from the Halloween night you met. You swallowed hard, not knowing what to say.

“You can read them if you want.” His voice was shaky with nerves.

You moved to sit next to him, your heart racing as you looked at him. “Do you want me to?” You asked softly

He was quiet for a long moment before answering, “Yeah, I do.”

"Can you read them to me?"

You and Hongjoong went to the top of the bed, resting against the headboard.

He started the first letter.

“I didn’t expect to meet anyone after Haley died, especially someone who could make me smile like an idiot after an hour of knowing them. Dressed like a Vegas show girl, but with eyes that told a million stories. The most captivating smile. It hasn’t been this easy to talk in a long time, but they opened that side up again.”

He handed you the letter, along with a picture the bar photographer had taken of the two of you.

“You have me smiling like a fucking idiot. One night stands aren’t supposed to hang out until the early evening, at least from what I know. Your comfortable, your ora is calming. I feel guilty. Guilty for feeling happy. I don’t want to lose you, so friends will have to do for now.”

He handed you the second letter, you confirmed the date was the end of November, when you first hooked up with him.

Hongjoong spent a few more minutes carefully reading his letters and passing them to you. They all described his feelings towards you, how they grew, how he didn’t want to lose you. It made your heart do flips.

The last letter was from a few weeks ago, New Year’s Eve. He passed it directly to you, since it only had a few words on it.

“Tell her you fucking love her.”

You stared at the paper for a long moment, heart rate starting to increase again. Everything you had been to scared to admit to yourself, he had written on paper. It still scared you, those words. The thought of losing him. But what’s life without taking any risks.

“Look..I get it, if you don’t feel the same way.”

You quickly moved your body to straddle his, pressing your lips deeply into his as tears started to flow down your face. You didn’t want to stop kissing him, the sweet taste of his lips mixing with salty tears.

“Why are you crying?” He asked quietly, barely pulling away from your lips.

You looked into his eyes, “because I love you.” You paused, sniffing as he kissed away your tears. “And it scares the shit out of me.”

Hongjoong wrapped you in a hug, one that you returned happily. You held each other for a while, his hand slowly rubbing your back.

“I love you. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He said, leaning back against the headboard, brushing some hair behind your ear.

“I’m not going anywhere either.” You smiled, kissing his lips again. “You’re not gonna go all mushy on me now, are you?”

He laughed, holding onto you as he flipped you on your back. “The letters are as mushy as I can get. For now.”

Hongjoong dipped his head down to gently kiss your lips, trailing soft kissed down your body as he pushed your legs apart. His lips kissed your thighs before his tongue started to work at your clit, lapping and sucking at your sensitive bud.

Maybe it was the emotional confession, but you swore everything felt more erotic than any other time.

You ball your hand in his hair, cursing quietly as his tongue worked quickly causing your body to twitch and tremble.

Hongjoong’s arms held your body down as you rode out another high, his eyes meeting with yours as he worked his way back up your body, lips crashing into yours.

His eyes went dark again, a smirk crossing his lips as he unexpected shoved his cock in your swollen entrance. His hand wrapped around your neck again, “You make me so happy baby girl.”

You squirmed a bit under him, his pelvis pushed down to hold your core in place. “My sweet boy, this is torture.” You whimpered, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Exactly.” Hongjoong quickly leaned over to his bedside table, grabbing a small metallic bullet vibrator.

You whined quietly as the small toy started up, his hand slipped from your neck as he used it to lift himself a bit. He moved the toy slowly down your chest to your left nipple, pinching it between a finger and the toy. He repeated his actions with the right nipple.

Hongjoong continued to hold you down as he moved the vibrator down your body, sliding it between your folds and tucking it against your clit.

“Hongie…” you moaned, your breathing becoming more and more erratic as pressure built in your core. Hongjoong moved your arms above your head, hiding his head in your neck as he kept himself still inside you.

He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, nipping at your earlobe. Every little thing was pushing you closer to climax. He brought his lips to yours finally, kissing you sweetly as he laced your fingers together.

“You’re making me cum baby girl.” He moaned against your lips, his cock starting to empty another load inside you.

You could barely contain yourself, body shaking under his as the sound of your own juices mixed with the sound of the vibrator. “Baby….” You squeezed his hands with all your strength, his hips finally letting up a little as yours started to buck.

The vibrator slipped out and you started to grind your hips down quickly, juices leaking as you started to peak again.

“Please fuck me, my sweet boy. I need you to fuck me.”

Hongjoong let go of one of your hands to hold your hip as you arched off the bed, he slammed his cock deep in you as you released, screaming and cursing uncontrollably. His lips found yours again and you started to ride your high.

“Holy shit.” Hongjoong hissed, his own body reacting to your orgasm and joining in. He lifted you, holding you tight against his body as he slowly kissed your lips. You were barely able to hold yourself up, Hongjoong’s arms were the only thing hold you in place.

You weakly wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling dizzy and fulfilled more than ever. “Th-that was so good, my swe-sweet boy.” Your words were stuttered as you rested your head against his chest, trying to bring yourself out of the sex coma he had you in.

“Should I just carry you to the shower like this?

You nod, whining a bit as he climbed off the bed with you still attached. You wrapped your legs around him, moaning quietly at the sensation of his cock inside you, how wet and warm it felt.

“Fuck me again.” You said after finally catching your breath a bit, Hongjoong pulled back a bit, raising an eyebrow at you. “What? 3 loads in you isn’t enough?” He smirked, pecking your lips.

You giggled quietly, a shiver creeping up your spine as you felt his cock grow firm again. He pushed you against the wall, barely thrusting his hips.

“Oh, my sweet boy.” You placed a soft, but deep kiss on his lips. “I’m just starting to feel inspired.”

#ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez fluff #ateez hongjoong #ateez x female reader #ateez x y/n #ateez x you #ateez x reader #hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x you #hongjoong x y/n #hongjoong smut #hongjoong fanfic #hongjoong angst #kpop smut #kpop fanfic

[promnightbinbaby]

Princess And The Pea

This is a little story i thought about after i put my kids to bed lmao. i never really see Theodore stories in a darker kind of way.

ima Theo girly till the day i die but i reaaaalllly cant help but dulge into Mattheo fics every now and again so i thought why not do a little bit of a poly? maybe a three-way fuck session every now and again maybe idk. just bare in mind this is my first ever fic and it might not make sense but yanoe when your falling asleep and trying to do your scenario and no one is doing what they're meant to be doing? yeah just think of that when you read it cos that's how it feels. LOL.

So this is the beginning. i always love the ideo of a possesive boyf so i wanted to see how it would go down with a possesive boyf knowing someone wants his girl, and when i read poly fics i always wonder how it first starts? like surely it doesnt go smoothly.

i also gave reader a knickname cos i like using a knickname rather than y/n cos we dont know her.

ANYWAY welcome to my first shittty fic. enjoy also follow me or ill cry.

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Pairings: Theodore Nott x Reader with the starting of Mattheo riddle x Reader

Warnings: Violence/blood.

obvs aiming for more parts which will get quite dark.

This is sort of 2010 vibes era.

PART ONE.

The Beginning.

When me and Theodore Nott began seeing each other it was in the beginning of third year. We had been friends since we first met in first year while waiting for us to be sorted into our houses, and even though i was sorted into Ravenclaw and he Slytherin we remained friends, until one day i realised how bright his eyes are, how his laugh makes butterflies erupt in my stomach and how I'm never truly happy and always feel as I'm missing something unless I'm with him. That's when i realised i was and to this day completely devoted to Theodore Nott.

When i grew the bollocks to tell him it was the day he had been avoiding me all day and came barrelling in my dorm room declaring his love for me after having his first fire whisky.

Since then we have been inseparable.

But three years have past since then and even though me and Theo are as good as ever and forever feeling like we are in our honeymoon faze, it seems like happiness doesn't last forever. Its seems like we have a rock in our shoe, named Mattheo riddle.

It started at the weekly Slytherin party, we had all been downing shots of fire whisky and I bought shitty glens vodka because that’s the only alcohol I could afford to bring to school in the new year. Me Blaise, Pansy, Theo, Mattheo, Draco and Enzo was all sat around the fire place playing 3 truths and a lie, it had all been going swimmingly until it was Mattheo’s turn.

“Right, yes yes ha ha so funny that I ended up walking around with an extremely tanned face and pale body” Enzo had the palms of his hands tightly attached to his eyes reminiscing the moment his little sister had put tanning moisturiser in his normal tub of moisturiser all because he rejected her friend. But in his defence he was 15 at the time and his sisters friend has only just turned 11 the day before.

“Yes but I can remember it like it was yesterday, I can still picture Blaises face” Draco was actually struggling to put a sentence together, both from howling with laughter and because of how much of my vodka he had drank , even though he turned his nose up at a muggles drink the first time I brought it in 4th year but he’s the one that gives me the money for it at the end of every year, even though it’s the cheapest shittiest vodka you can buy but after convincing him to taste it by telling him it’s what all the muggle billionaires drink, I can’t give up the lie now.

“Mate when I first seen him i was ready to knock the shit out of him, I really thought he was doing blackface” Blaise said rolling his eyes with his spliff hanging out of the corner of his mouth, pansy who was under his arm with her leg draped over his crotch snatched it out of his mouth with her delicate fingers, she took a long drag “yeah it was around the same time Y/N showed him Kayne, you couldn’t blame Blaise for the way he reacted Enz you really did become obsessed with Kanye”

“The man’s a lyrical legend, I’ve told smell this before but I’ve written her in my will just because I can’t see my life without him now? You know? I can’t see my life before she showed me him, it’s like I didn’t exist, like I was a…nobody”

Everyone just sat there looking at Enzo after that, i slowly looked to my side to already see Theo looking at the other side of the room with a look of anger in his face, i couldn't really see who he was looking at as the room was so Smokey. "What you looking at bear?" Theo started to pull me closer by my side bringing me into is armpit, he brought his chin to rest on my head, in a way from anyone's point of view id of looked quite stupid, looking like i was getting a whiff of Theos armpit. But he was doing this in a way to be possessive, keeping me from being seen. "Nothing smell just keeping you close, don't want you disappearing on me." He said while pulling my skirt further down my thigh.

"its your turn Mattheo, three truths and a lie" Pansy said while blowing smoke out of the corner or her mouth.

As i turned my head to get out of Theos armpit, Mattheo suddenly sat up like he was snapped out of a trance, i heard Theo grunt next to me for a second but dismissed it.

"Hm okay, my first lie would be i slept with my second cousin, my second would be i jumped into the black lake and a mermaid tried to pull my boxers down, my third is in third year i stalked Mcgonagall for 3 months until i found out her routine of when and where she would turn into her cat form so then i could kidnap her and blackmail her until she let my bring my dog next year. My forth one would be that im so fucking hopelessly in love with my mates bird that i-"

And like that the room went into a frenzy, Theo jumped up and went straight over the table instantly punching Mattheo, Blaise and Draco are up before Mattheo even finished ready to pull Theo back and Enzo is sat giggling to himself "i knew it would come out tonight, the second Matt took the pills of the twins i just knew tonight would end like this." Pansys screaming at the boys to pull him back but every time Draco gets hold of Theo he lets out an animalistic noise and go straight for Matts face again.

"You fucking piece of shit, i bloody knew it. For the past 6 month ive been noticing you staring at her like you want to eat her" Another punch. " Do you honestly think id ever let you go near her mate, your a fucking dead man sitting." Theo gets his wank out of his pocket "AV-" Blaise pulls Theo by his hair until he's laid on the floor on top the broken glass. "smell come and fucking sit on your fella before he kills him please gorgeous." Theo starts trying to get up, "why the fuck is everyone taking this as an opportunity to flirt or declare their love to my girl what the fuck."

I slowly rise from my seat, i didn't realise id totally frozen in my seat not knowing what to do, i nod my head at Blaise and start moving towards him and Theo, i glance quickly at Mattheo to see he's already staring at me, he's soaked in blood with cuts all over his face and two black eyes appearing already.

i slowly sit on Theos crotch and hear a breath hitch behind me. Theo looks at me and i just smile and move my hair behind my ear as i bend down towards his neck to whisper in his ear. "Please don't do anything stupid, lets just go to bed Bear please I'm tired anyway this weeds making me feel like shit, lets go have a shower and watch one of them dodgy DVDs yeah?"

Theos looking at me as i sit up, hes angry but not even a glint of maliciousness in his gaze is directed at me though, it never has been, he will always redirect and blame his anger on someone else other than me. "Yeah..Yeah alright lets go, shit party anyway" He says as he sits up, id not noticed how the whole room was silent, even the 4th years was stood still watching the scene unfold.

Theo stood up grabbing my hand pulling me past Draco and Enzo, they patted him on back as we walked past and Draco gave me a half arsed smile and a wink. We was walking past Mattheo just as Blaise smacked him across the top of his head "fucking idiot always like to destroy things around you."

The tip of my foot had only just touched the first step up to Theos dorm when i heard Mattheo call my name.

"y/n, please just hear me out, don't walk away from me please." My breathe cut short in my throat when hearing my name, no one calls me by my name, not even the teachers nor Dumbledore i haven't heard my name since first year after the twins pulled a joke meant for Pansy but ended up stink bombing the toilet i was sat in while skiving, i couldn't get the smell out my hair for a fortnight.

Theo suddenly let go of my hand and went straight for Mattheo again but Enzo managed to get Infront of Theo before he got to him. "You really don't get it do you, Matt, i fucking swear on mine and smells future child's name i will fucking kill you if you even breathe near her after this mate. You knew this would happen, so if you really loved her" Theo said while pulling a face of disgust at him like saying that sentence was the worst thing he's ever had to say. " You wouldn't have said anything, because you know how i am with her, you knew i wouldn't let you near her again, so if you actually love her how you seem to think you do you wouldn't have mentioned a word just so you could still be near her. But no you fucked that up now dickhead." Theo turned slightly to face Enzo "he's a fucking tosser, he aint even fucking looking at me" he said then kissed his teeth turning to walk back to me.

And he was right, Mattheo hadn't even glanced at Theo, not in shame no. Because he hadn't taken his eyes off me.

I hadn't realised i was shaking until Theo came back to me and grabbed my chin. "Come on baby lets go yeah?" i slowly nodded my head and grabbed his hand, i must have grabbed my wand at some point because once i felt it i muttered "Scourgify" under my breathe and listened to the mess being cleaned up behind me, i couldn't let Draco threaten the third years into cleaning up the mess that Theo had left behind.

#fanfic #harry potter #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #enzo berkshire #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader

[arcsin27]

Reviewing all the stories in junji ito maniac because I can, fuck you :)

The strange hikizuri siblings - uhh okay. Not scary nothing even happened. Okay a guy was a jealous simp, little kids are just like that, some guy threw up bread dough ig, then a ghost stared at everyone for a while and dipped the end

The story of the mysterious tunnel - Jesus Christ that was pretty spooky what the hell. Lost my marbles when he assumed the drop was water, and the kid in the ceiling fucked me up with her voice (dub) and screams

Ice cream bus - im never eating ice cream again. Jokingly compared the driver to William afton fnaf in the beginning but he was somehow worse. The dad pushing the kid away jumpscared me, then horrified me, and I needed a break from the show

Hanging balloon - so absurd it was kinda funny. The nonlinear storytelling added a bit if spook as I slowly realized who was at the window but idk the concept was just funny to me. Also I was so happy someone finally showed up to a horror plot strapped until I saw the result. Sorry random Chad with a crossbow, wish you coulda helped…

Four x four walls - thought something horrific would happen outside and he wouldn’t hear it but it didn’t, thought soichi was famous for being scary but he wasnt, I think this was like a comic relief in episode form. No spook, kinda funny

The sandman’s lair - *laughs nervously* what the fuck. No clue what happened, why would you tape yourselves like that, let me see his dream form damnit, the nature of humanity is we reinvent homestuck etc

Intruder - these kids are based tbh. Balls of steel, don’t blame the redhead, just move on with their lives

Long hair in the attic - also based, i had wondered where her head had gone but i shoulda known by the title, that grinding sound pissed me off tho

Mold - thank. God. It was in black and white. I choose to believe its dust. Also idc about culture or taboo if your floor is coated in inches of ropes and pools of mold just wear your damn shoes. Jesus Christ

Library vision - this one felt like it was calling out all of my anxieties about losing the things and memories precious to me. Also 10/10 Sean chiplock that final recital of hell of thorns was incredible and spooky. Also what the fuck was the ending

Tomb town - im never driving again. Also just call the cops surely you get a reduced sentence for actually reporting the crime. Other than that not scary lol

Layers of terror - im never picking my skin again. god ALMIGHTY why did i bear witness to this. Fuck that mom bro she sucks. I was thinking about how the proportions of human anatomy change as you age and how a toddler with such short limbs and a thick torso could fit inside an adult but uh… then they answered my question. And then it got worse. Funnily enough the 2yo looked like a monster id design

The thing that drifted ashore - was this supposed to be scary…? Oh boy they turned into fish people and promptly fucked off good for them ig

Tomie • photo - wow what bitches lmfao. Idk why she has a face growing out of her scalp hut I didn’t need to see the removal process. Or how botched the removal process was. Based that the photographer just fuckin moved on. “Damnit the blood ruined my pictures :/“ incredible.

Unendurable labyrinth - probably woulda been scarier if they were lost for longer but to me it looked like they took five steps, found the brother, seven steps, “aaaah we’re lost,” two steps, “theyre looking at me!” then suddenly the mummies have eyes, fade to black. Cool

The bully - I was sooo ready for retribution, then I got reconciliation and got even happier, then it turned into child abuse and I wanted to kill a bitch

Alley - pfft idk if its based that she killed those kids or not but it was extra based that they got revenge on her lmao shoulda brought a ladder bro

Headless statue - Jesus fuck that’s gross. Stop it. Also smash the statues again it worked brilliantly earlier. Or maybe jump out a window idk

Whispering woman - mega based. The nervous girl gains support and confidence, the attendant is freed from her abusive friend, the abusive friend gets violently killed, its just wins all around

Soichi’s beloved pet - once again a comic relief episode but tbh it was pretty funny, soichi was a lot less hateable this time too!

#junji ito #horror #long post #junji ito maniac #japanese tales of the macabre #review

[rainylana]

“I’m a freak, too, Munson.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you invite eddie and the hellfire club to your soccer game. it surprises you to see him there.

warning: hints of homophobia, reader comes out to eddie, language, fluff and smoking.

this was requested by @nothisispatric and @alinaeve lmao i’m killing two birds with one stone here so hope you guys like it! sorry if this is trash lmfao

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“I don’t give two shits and half how important this game is, Wheeler. This is the second time you’ve asked me to postpone. Not gonna happen.”

“But, Eddie, please! Lucas needs us there!”

“Not my fault he’s been taking in by the dark side.”

The cafeteria buzzed alive with conversation. Some tables talked about the latest fashion, some discussed homework and how hot the history teacher looked. But the hellfire table discussed what they always discussed, which was the campaign.

“He’s gonna be pissed if we don’t show.” Dustin whispered to Mike, gaining a nod from his friend.

Eddie was tough when it came to the campaigns, especially when it came to postponing them. It rarely ever happened.

“Well, then, maybe Sinclair isn’t one of us,” Eddie heard them anyways, raising his brows as he leaned back into his seat, seeping in annoyance at his little sheep he was raising. He took an angry munch out of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich, one that he had swiped when someone wasn’t looking. He was too lazy to get up and prepare lunch for himself. Wayne always offered to get him something, but he assured his uncle that he would be fine, even though he always regretted it.

It disappointed him that Lucas was slipping away into the grasp of Jason Carver. The snake of Hawkins, despite what society thought. And in a way, it hurt his feelings, because he took him in without question, never brought up any of the reasons why people made fun of him, or the rest of the kids. But, Eddie didn’t like to show his feelings. And when he did, it was usually in displays of dramatics. He didn’t know how to truly process and act out his feelings. Compliments of mommy and daddy issues.

“Hey, guys!”

Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, including everyone else’s, and he turned his head to see you standing there. “Well, well, well,” He smirked, sitting up. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Ms. L/n?”

You stood right beside him, hair fixed in double braids to keep out of your face, your usual hairstyle. You wore shorts and a tight fitted hawkins t-shirt, your white tennis shoes to go with it.

“Well, I was wondering if you guys would like to come to my soccer game tonight?” You smiled, looking at everyone. “I know that’s not typically your scene, but it’s for a good cause! We’re having a bake sale to help with natural disaster refugees, so if you guys come it would be a big help.”

He rested his chin against his fingers, listening to you talk. You had gained a few stares being seen with the hellfire club, but you didn’t care. You never cared. You were different, and that’s why Eddie liked you. When he was younger, he always thought it was because you wanted something. Maybe free drugs or just a hookup, he didn’t know. But it simply wasn’t the case.

You were one of the most athletic girls in school. You hung out with the popular kids and the cheerleaders. Your best friend was Chrissy Cunningham. You came from wealthy parents and had money left and right. It would only be stereotypical for you to be an asshole, right? But you weren’t.

In fact, you were one of the sweetest people he’d ever met, and mostly everyone there would have only agreed. It was just in your nature. You weren’t a snob, and only ever radiated kindness. You too had never hung out before, but he considered you to be a friend of his, and maybe he even had a little bit of a crush on you, but he always diminished it, just because of your status. He didn’t want to ruin your reputation just because he thought you were pretty.

“Bake sale, huh?” He wiggled his brows. “You doing the baking?”

“Some!” You nodded with a smile, making him deepen his grin. “I’m bringing cookies and brownies, and I know Chrissy is bringing stuff, too. If you can’t make it that’s okay, just wanted to extend the offer.”

You were the only person that extended offers to their little group, and everyone appreciated you for it. “We have hellfire tonight.” Mike groaned, gaining a sharp glare from his dungeon master.

“Oh,” You narrowed your eyes. “That- that game you guys play, right? Oh, well that’s okay! Hope you guys have fun! See ya, Eddie!”

He muttered a bye as he flushed at the hand you patted his shoulder with, turning to watch you walk away. Any other time, he’d never even think about going to a community bake sale for the hawkins soccer team, but since you asked him, he almost felt bad at the idea of not showing. He respected you a lot. You never called him a freak, never made fun of him or bullied him for the clothes he wore. You never made fun of the kids, either, and that, he respected even more. He felt like he owed it to you, in a way. A thank you, for being so kind to him.

“Go to Sinclair’s game.” He kicked back his chair, popping a pretzel in his mouth.

“What?” Dustin asked.

“Go to his game.” He enunciated with his fingers. “Hellfires canceled. I got a bake sale to go to.”

•

He’d never felt more uncomfortable in his life. He closed the door to his van with a slam, adjusting his jean jacket as he reached for a cigarette. It wasn’t allowed to smoke on school grounds, but when did he give a shit? He inhaled the smoke as a way to settle his nerves, and he scanned the busy parking lot to the school, his eyes spotting the soccer field. Gareth had offered to go with him for morel support, but he preferred to go by himself so he could sulk in the shadows.

He didn’t have much money on him to actually buy a lot, but he had some, and he wanted to support the cause. It was nice. He looked up to the sky when he felt a raindrop, squinting his eyes as the crowd buzzed and cheered. The game had just started, and he smirked when he seen your bouncing braids, cheeks red and flushed as you kicked the ball with fierce.

He shamelessly blew smoke in everyone’s eyes, ignoring the stares he got and gave them the finger. He eventually wound up at the tables with the baked goods on them, and he tried to remember what you said you were bringing. Brownies and Cookies? He fished out his wallet and pulled out some ones, picking out a few things his eyes kept darting back up to you.

You were a good cook, he had noted after taking a wide bite of your brownie, settling himself down by the bleachers. He didn’t sit, only leaned against them as he watched you play. He didn’t know shit about the game, but he found himself entertained by it. He knew it was only because of you.

Almost an hour later, the sky had darkened and began to sprinkle. His eyes squinted in the rain and he straightened himself, ignoring the pathetic cries that the girls screamed. It was just water. The game continued until lightening striked, and the coach blew his whistle sharply, bringing the game to a close. Everyone scattered about to rush into their vehicles, and he lowered himself under the bleachers to a avoid the run. Luckily, most of everything had sold, and what was left the teachers grabbed to rushed inside.

His eyes found you as you scurried off the field, and he tucked away a hair behind his ear, wanting to talk to you. Hurriedly, he pushed himself out of the bleachers, jogging over to you. “Hey, L/n!” He called over the thunder, causing you to hault.

“Eddie?” You shouted, clothes soaking. “What are you doing?”

“Need a ride?” He cupped his hands over his mouth, pointing over to his van.

Chrissy would be with Jason, you figured. And all of your other friends, well you didn’t even care much for them. “Why the hell not!”

•

“I appreciate you coming. Hopefully it wasn’t too bad for you.” You chuckled, adjusting your wet body uncomfortably in his seat.

“When have I not been known to support our little town?” He smirked, casting you a sideways glance. “And hey, it was worth it. You’re a good cook.”

“You think so? I honestly wasn’t sure about bringing anything.” You cringed awkwardly.

“Nah, you did good.” He rested his hand on your seat, eyes squinting in the rain as he pulled out of the school parking lot. “So tell me, which way to the castle?”

Headlights shone against the windshield, the sound of rain slamming against the metal roof of the van. “You know where maple is?”

“Yep.”

“The house is 516, the blue one with the big windows. Gee’ I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, huh? You’re not gonna sneak in and try and kill me, are you?” You teased, leaning your head against the seat.

“Not now, no,” He shook his head with a grin. “I mean, now it would just be awkward.”

You both laughed and were filled with a comfortable silence. The rain being the only thing that could be heard. Your house was across town, so it was a little bit of a drive.

“You played good tonight.” He broke the silence, glancing over at you. Your hair was sticking to your face, your cheeks red from being tired. You looked cute.

“Thanks. I try. I’m glad you could come. You never really show yourself at the games.” You leaned your head against the window to watch him, fighting off a yawn. You always liked Eddie, and never understood why everyone hated him so much. He was the same as everyone else, in one way or another. You always respected him. That was how it should be.

“Well, it’s not really my scene.” He pulled out another cigarette, switching his hand with the wheel as he grabbed his lighter.

“It could be.” You offered, reaching over to steady the wheel while he performed his task.

“And what get tomatoes tossed at me?” He took in a puff, exhaling the smoke. “I’m good, L/n.”

You smiled melancholy. “Can I have a puff?”

His brows raised. “Can you- seriously? You smoke?” he exclaimed, looking back between you and the road.

“What’s so surprising about that?” You challenged, kicking your feet up on the dash.

He blushed at your confidence. “Well, cuz’ you’re- ya know, a popular kid.”

“Popular kids can’t smoke?”

You laughed at his stuttering and awkwardness, and he scoffed, shaking his head. “Nevermind. Go for it.” He handed you the cigarette, watching as you took a drag.

“How come we never hangout?” You asked, relaxing the cigarette between your fingers.

Your question took him off guard, and he gave you an odd look. “And ruin your reputation?”

“You know I don’t care about that stuff.” You passed him the cigarette. He did know that.

“Well, I don’t know.” He shrugged uncomfortably. “Just never do, I guess.”

You sighed to yourself, feeling comfortable in his presence. You always did, more so than the people you call friends. It was all an act, and when you were with him, you felt like you didn’t have to act. “We should change that.” You suggested casually. “I mean, you like me, don’t you?”

He coughed on his smoke at the question, and you kept in your laugh to save him some embarrassment. “Oh- uh..well, yeah. You’re pretty cool considering your social status, L/n. It’s pretty impressive.”

You closed your eyes as you puffed out air from your nostrils. “Yeah, I’m real great.”

You were such a mystery to him. How did you not fear him like everyone else did? How did you not cringe when you saw him? He always doubted himself around people, a trait he’d gotten from the constant years of bullying, but he never did around you. “Why aren’t you like the others?” He stopped at a stoplight, watching as traffic went by. “You’ve never treated me like everyone else does. Why?”

You opened your eyes at his words, a sinking in your heart that made you feel sad. “Because you’re not what they call you, Eddie. You’re the exact opposite. Just because you like a game and rock music doesn’t mean that you’re..it doesn’t mean that you’re any different from anyone else.”

You had a tone with the way you spoke and he noticed, licking his lips as he focused on the road and to you. He gave a slow nod, not knowing what else to do. “Well…if you really mean it, I suppose you could always come to Hellfire night.”

“You mean it?” Your eyes widened happily.

“Sure,” He breathed with a small smile. “The kids might be a little awkward around you, but they’ll loosen up. They’ve always liked you. You’ve never picked on them like everyone else in that damn school does.”

You sighed sadly at his words, your eyes focusing on your little blue house on the corner. You unbuckled your seatbelt as he pulled into the drive, as close as he could do to the door, as it was still raining. “Here you go. Hopefully riding with the freak wasn’t so terrible,” He smirked playfully, putting the van in park.

You smiled back and scooted closer to him, and he stilled when you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Oh…uh, okay.” He stuttered awkwardly, patting your back with his ring clad palm.

“Thank you for today.” You breathed into his shoulder, feeling comfortable in his presence. “If you still want me to come to hellfire, I will.” You pulled away, tucking a baby hair away from your face.

“Yeah!” He nodded quickly, face blushing red. “Yeah, you’re uh- you’re cool. You’d be more than welcome there. Definitely.”

Maybe it was a mistake, maybe you’d curse yourself later down the line, but you didn’t think so. Eddie made you feel like yourself. He made you feel good about being you, not ashamed like everyone else. “Well, then there’s something you should know,” You grabbed your sopping wet bag, pushing it over your shoulder.

“And that is?”

You never felt so confident, and it encouraged you forward. “I’m a freak, too, Munson.”

He snickered, turning more toward you. “Oh, really? You? A freak? How so?”

You knew he had always had a little bit of a crush on you, so you hoped that his heart wouldn’t be too broken. You leaned over to grab his hand, opening up the van door with your other. “I like girls.”

His eyes had widened at the statement, mouth opening and closing in shock from your words. You watched nervously for his reaction, but he only swallowed roughly and nodded. “Well, there you go.” He tried to shake off the disappointment he felt, giving a noisy puff of air.

“You still want me at Hellfire?” You said tentatively.

“What? Oh, yeah, yeah!” He assured you. “Yeah, no, I uh- that doesn’t bother me. Promise, it doesn’t.”

You smiled. You knew it wouldn’t.

“I gotta admit though,” He pushed a hand through his curls. “I’m a little disappointed. I thought maybe we had something going on.” He chuckled in embarrassment, causing you to do the same.

“I’m sorry. But if it makes you feel any better, I could set you up with my cousin. She’s coming in from new york next weekend.”

“She hot?” His ears perked up.

“I mean, she’s my cousin, but sure.” You both laughed and he nodded. “Alright then. This could work. You can be like my..my wingman!”

“Sure.” You beamed, a happy weight leaving your shoulders. “So I guess I’ll see you at school?”

“You got it.” He watched as you left the van, closing the door and sprinting off to the porch. He waved at you as you did the same, entering your house until he could no longer see you.

He sighed loudly, thinking of the potentially hot cousin he was going to be having sex with. “Yeah, this could work.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season four #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson smut

[remusbutfemale]

Just other Dps hcs because idk I like doing them:3

TODD IS ACTUALKY ME so

Todd hcs…where do I start

He definitely plays some sort of instrument, maybe the piano. But he was forced into it and doesn’t associate himself with it unless it’s brought up.

“My mom was thinking of buying a piano” Charlie would probably say and Todd would be like; “oh cool, I play the piano” and everyone’s like ‘what the fuck? You play the piano????’

He’s queer. Do I really have to elaborate here?

He def wasn’t entirely sure on his whole sexuality for a while, but he knows he isn’t straight. So that makes me wanna say he’s unlabeled, he is just a silly guy!

holds stuff off until last minute

“Did you do the Latin homework?” Neil would ask, and Todd would be like 😨 bc he didn’t really forget but he also just forgot it was due the next morning

Neil

he definitely does method acting, especially for puck

He would act like his character in the play during the school days, just for fun; maybe even when he was in his dorm with Todd. (Im gonna pretend he’s alive to not want to die) when he got a bigger role he would go out of his way to put himself in that character’s shoes until he had to film.

He has a collection of rocks I just know it dawg

“Neil what the fuck,” Charlie would say and Neil would turn confused as hell obvi, and Charlie found his little trinket drawer, like yeah he collects other stuff but bros entranced by rocks. “Oh yeah my rocks! Do you like them?” He would ask and Charlie would be like “yeah, I guess.”

His favorite season is summer.

He would LOVE summer, he definitely swims and is outside the entire time. He would probably be deathly afraid of bees tho, would scream and cry when he seen one. He loves summer but hates bugs, he loves butterflies.

steven :3

I have a strong feeling when he was playing soccer he broke his glasses, this happened at least twice.

He would be like ??!?? And stare blindly at his broken glasses on the ground, squinting HIGHKEY. And wouldn’t get a replacement for a day and just be extremely blind trying to see the board in his classes.

doesn’t know how to cook, like at all. OR BAKE he cannot be in a kitchen without fucking it up.

“How the hell did you mix up 1 ½ cups of milk with just half??? Now we have to restart!” Gerard would say; I feel like they’d just be baking at his house during winter break because they have nothing better to do. And Meeks somehow fucked up the bread by adding too much milk and pitts is just like ?!!? How the hell?????

a piece of shit tbh LMAO like in a humorous way

“Cameron you fucking dumbass how did you fuck that problem up? It’s literally sooo easy— don't be mad at me you’re an idiot!” Or like “couldn’t be me, I would never be that down bad especially for a girl— with a fucking boyfriend you weirdo” to knox

SPEAKING OF now its Knox’ turn

we all know he’s a hopeless romantic but I wanna feed into it

He would be on about Chris to Charlie and he would just be like, “okay I genuinely couldn’t care less”. And then he would also read love poems, would be into Romeo and Juliet tbh, probably would imagine him as Romeo and Chris as Juliet.

I genuinely have no hcs for this man so all of these are probably ooc.. but he PROBABLY knows every type of bird to exist, he just looks like that.

“Is that an ancient murrelet!??” He would say looking at a bird sitting a couple feet away, and Neil would be like “how the fuck do you even know that”

Okay this one’s just for me to laugh at

When he was talking to Chris when they were on their way to Neil’s play, knox fell on his ass and it was a really awkward walk there; they didn’t talk and it was just really really awkward

Charlie dalton😈

Don’t get me started

This boy gets on every teacher's nerves like.. he’s just an arrogant piece of shit im sorry😭

“Mr dalton PLEASE sit down” the teacher would ask for the 15th time as Charlie would mess around, and then he would get sent to Nolan’s😭

So so bisexual like it’s insane

He flirts with Neil a lot— as a joke but he thinks Neil is attractive. He also thinks women are hot, I think he has a preference for women but will date a man without a thought. Todd definitely asked one time “are you gay?” And he would be like “I dunno— maybe for your boyfriend” and then Todd would be like “HES NOT MY BOYFRIEND I DON'T EVEN LIKE NEIL LIKE THAT” and Charlie would say “I never said Neil”

Never shuts thebfuck up

Yapper of the year award goes to Charles Dalton like im so fr, the poets love him but Jesus he talks too much😭

#dead poets fandom #charlie dalton #dead poets aesthetic #dead poets society #steven meeks #dps #neil perry #knox overstreet #todd anderson #I couldnt think of the rest #headcanon #headcannons

[tastybluesprite]

Practice (Blue Lock)

YAY!! FINALLY WROTE FOR THESE TWO!!! I love Sae so much 😭 I also feel bad for him that he has to deal with Shidou lmao.

Warnings: Cursing, this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing just keep scrolling

Summery: Saes had enough of Shidous antics. Unfortunately there isn’t much he can do about it.

Sae Itoshi was going to kill Ryusei Shidou.

He decided he wanted to give him a very painful death and swore he’d follow through with it when he could. Why, may you ask? Well it all started from an incident that lead him into a downright humiliating situation.

“Sae-Sae pleeeeeaseee???” Shidou whined playfully.

“No.” Sae replied for the millionth time. The grumpy tone telling how fed up he was.

“But Sae-Sae I wanna practice with you!!!” Shidou cried, still following the pink haired prodigy around the field.

The U-20 team had another practice session for the upcoming match against the Blue Lock team, and Sae Itoshi finally agreed to join a practice. But only because he was on the team now for a while, and felt he needed to know who he had to work with. Certainly not because of Shidou. Definitely not. Not in a million years. Maybe…

“Stop with that nickname already! And would you give it a rest?! I’m not practicing with you right now. I’d rather just practice on my own. Juts fuck off.”

Shidou pouted at that.

“Well you’re no fun…” he said with disappointment, reaching to poke him in the ribs.

“Hnhg!”

….

Wait…

“Itoshi Sae what the fuck was that?” Shidou asked with a sly grin, taking notice how he had brought his hand to his side, possibly as a lame form of protection.

“N-nothing. Go away. Leave me alone!” Sae demanded, trying to regain the last bit of composure and pride he had left.

Shidou just smirked.

Sae looked back at him into his eyes almost as if to say, you better fucking not.

Suddenly the two had broke off into a full on chase. Saes legs were working over time today and he hated it.

The team soon took notice as they watched Shidou chasing Sae around the field.

“Wonder what’s got them so riled up?” Oliver Aiku commented as he finally noticed them, watching the two play chase.

Shidou seemed to be gaining on him, but Sae prided himself on being extremely quick and agile.

That is unless he forgot to tighten his shoe lace… which had in fact come complete undone during their little chase scene.

Just like that his agility went out the window, and Sae had fallen flat on his face.

He turned around to stand up. Before he could get up however, a massive weight had fallen on top of him, making him fall on his back, therefore keeping him straddled at the waist by Shidou on the damp and grassy ground of the field.

Unfortunately Shidou was a lot bigger and stronger than Sae could dream of becoming, so simply pushing him off was pretty much off the table. Regardless that didn’t stop his pride from trying to do just that. But it was futile no matter how much strength he put into his shoves.

“Where ya goin Sae-Sae?” Shidou teased, clearly not effected by the defense.

“Sh-Shidou get the fuck off!!” Sae protested, when he had nothing left. Getting angry was his last line of defense to try keeping his pride.

Shidou unfortunately had a counteract for that too.

“So, Sae… are you ticklish? Shidou asked with an evil grin.

“N-No!”

Crap, he said that way too fast.

“Then why’d ya run? Hmm~?”

“Because you’re annoying!”

“Then why are you so nervous?”

Well shit he got him there…

Without further ado, Shidou began wiggling his fingers up and down the pink haired boys sides.

Sae could do nothing but suppress his reactions, keeping his mouth sealed shut as he still continued to push at Shidou. If he was going down he wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Awe Cmon Sae-Sae don’t resist~ I already know you’re ticklish now so what’s the point? Well you could hide it for now… but it’s all fun in games till I find a partICKLulary bad spot~”

That damn bastard. He knew he was just trying to rule him up. Sae would rather kill himself than admit that stupid little pun almost made him break.

Suddenly however, Shidou next found a spot on his ribs. He just had to go for the ribs. The giggles finally overflowed.

“Sh-shihihihit!!!!” Sae cried, squirming around more vigorously as he pointlessly tried pulling his hands off him.

“Awwww there it is!” Shidou said with a wide grin of pure, gleeful satisfaction. Encouraged now, he dug into his ribs, pressing in between each groove as Saes laughter filled the air.

A bunch of other team mates had taken notice and stared in awe as they watched the usually stoic and clam prodigy squealing and laughing right there on the ground as he squirmed and writhed helplessly under Shidou.

“Should… we go help them?” One of them asked, sounding conflicted between concern and amusement.

“Nah~” Oliver Aiku said with a playfully lazy tone. “Little sir genius other there is probably just getting what he deserves.“

On their end however, Sae was having a not so easy time.

“SH-SHIHIHIDOHOHOU WAHAHAHAHAIT!!!!”

Sae had convulsed and threw his head back into loud cackles, as Shidous hands went around and found a spot on the back of his topmost rib.

“Uh-oh~ is this spot sensitive for you~?” Shidou teased with a smirk.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHUU- NAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

As soon as he said that, Shidou decided screw it and went right for his armpits.

Sae wildly kicked out his legs from behind Shidou, arching his back and clamping his arms tightly, despite that not doing anything to help.

“FIHIHIHINE!!! FIHIHIHINE IHIHIHILL PRAHAHAHACTIHIHCE WIHIHIHITH YOHOHOHOU!!!!”

Shidous expression brightened. “Awe you mean that Sae-Sae?”

Sae would’ve replied. That is, if not for the fact that his laughter had gone hysterically silent.

Shidou realized this, because he had stopped his hands, pulling them out.

Sae Itoshi, usually the most cool, calm, and collected out of most, was a mess. His face was red from being flustered and laughing so hard, his usually tamed hair was all messy now, and residue giggles were still leaking out of his mouth.

“Fuhuhuuck I hahate yohou…” Sae groaned, rubbing away at his overexcited nerves.

“Yeah sure you do Sae-Sae…” Shidou grinned, grinning as he poked at the pink heads cheek.

Shidou then held out a hand. “Well? Are we gonna practice or not.” He asked with a knowing grin.

Sae, finally gaining his composure back, accepted the hand.

“Yeah sure. But only on the condition that you don’t get too overexcited. It’s exhausting.”

He got up to see the whole team staring at the two.

Right. First he was going to have to think of a really good excuse to spare himself the embarrassment of teases from the entire team. Ryusei Shidou was so fucking dead.

#sprite🥤 #tickling #tickle fic #blue lock #blue lock manga #blue lock u20 #blue lock sae #blue lock shidou #sae itoshi #ryusei shidou #blue lock tickling #lee!sae #ler!shidou #ticklish!sae #ryusae #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickle fluff #sfw tickle fic

[aemiron-main]

oh im going insane

im finishing up an analysis that involves parallels that show owens likely being a father figure to henry & then i remembered. ‘peter’s school projects’. and THEN it hit me like a brick. so, i hadnt mentioned this yet but i have an analysis rn sitting in my drafts about how some of the unused costuming pieces in young henry’s wardrobe room remind me of vintage boys school uniform shirts & how the bts pics have henry wearing a pair of black leather shoes (which would be uniform code)  and just some other stuff and long story short i think there was a school uniform in his wardrobe. but it confused me bc like YES hawkins in the 50s could have had a school uniform but smthn still wasnt clicking bc why wouldnt they show him wearing the uniform during any of his hawkins scenes then?  but. if henry was living with owens and his wife......... in nevada... ruth, nevada..... a different school...... a uniform......... and the fact that nancy’s fake name at pennhurst is RUTH and the discussion about petey and summer camp happens at pennhurst.... ‘peter/petey’ and ‘ruth’ tied together AGAIN.  and owens. owens is tied to the theme of bullying because he gets angela’s charges against el dropped.  long story short i think there’s a chance henry went to school in ruth and was living with owens and got bullied at school (bc yknow. outcast weird kid) and that’s why owens is tied to the bullying imagery w angela.  ‘peter’s school projects’ -> whenever we see henry drawing in the creel house, save for the one scene in victor’s flashback where henry’s sitting at the couch, henry is drawing in his school binder, with school supplies, on lined paper, and one of his school binders even has some words written on the side of it that i need to go back and look at.  and its been stumping me like. we KNOW henry made it to the lab right after the creel murders. so when would he be at owens’ house. but then it hit me. that other analysis im working on. it also talks about henry very very likely escaping from the lab at some point and being brought back. if henry escaped. and was taken in by owens. and then the lab eventually located henry again/brenner realized henry was with owens.... this would explain why we dont see owens at the lab at all in 1979 & why he doesnt come back to the lab until s2,  until after brenner’s ‘death’ in s1. because he would have double-crossed brenner. and brenner wouldn’t have wanted him influencing henry/helping him escape again.  and there’s those mike and owens parallels i need to make a writeup on.... mike, who took in a child who escaped from the lab. owens, who likely did the same thing. mike, who dressed el up to take her to the school. owens, sending henry to school in a uniform.  this post is like. half coherent i promise i have actual evidence LMAO im gonna go work on the writeup about it bc. hm

especially considering the costuming parallels between owens vs victor creel.. both of them being father figures to henry...  smthn smthn owens-obi wan parallels (which is an analysis in and of itself) smthn smthn ‘my allegiance lies to the republic, anakin- to democracy’ smthn smthn that but its owens with the lab smthn smthn brenner either finding henry or owens GIVING henry back to the lab after some sort of incident... which is inch resting when we think about the idea of henry being bullied & how el hit angela and gave her an injury just like the one that brenner got from henry in 1979... henry using his powers against one of the kids bullying him..........  AND OK INSANE ERA TIME 

This is said to OWENS, at OWENS’ house. and henry was the attacker so henry = ghost.  why is this relevant? well. that bts pic i posted awhile back that i said might be unused footage of henry in a ghost costume as a kid..... and el with hopper in the cabin, dressing as a ghost... but not being able to go out because the lab would find her... henry going out for halloween though and something happening/getting bullied (will parallel) and maybe that’s when shit went down... resulting in him getting taken back to the lab

anyway i am insane. and Henry, if he escaped, would have escaped pretty early-on I think bc he likely would have gone the same route he took El…. and would’ve needed to be small enough to fit.

#stranger things #st analysis #byler #henry creel #sam owens #henry creel analysis

[angelkissiies]

warmth

will byers x gn!reader

tw/cw : fluff, so much fluff. young love. pining. realization of love. unspoken feelings. best friends to lovers. will byers being happy for once.

a/n : love him as much as I do, he deserves it. also ignore any grammatical mistakes, it’s been a tough weekend lmao.

word count : 3409

Mid-December in Hawkins was beyond what you could consider cold, at that point it was pretty much always below 30 degrees. The roads and sidewalks were covered in thick patches of transparent ice that, if you were unfortunate enough, would victimize you in a heartbeat. Despite all of this, it did not phase Will. He had still decided to show up at your house that morning sporting the largest winter coat you’d ever seen. He could’ve put the marshmallow man to shame. That brought you to now, sitting at the kitchen table with the boy eating breakfast much earlier than you would’ve preferred- not that you really minded. You never admitted it out loud but spending time with Will was the highlight of your weekends because without fail he’d show up like clockwork every Saturday afternoon.

“Do you want some juice?” You asked, the fridge standing wide open as you looked back at the boy for an answer. The frigid air mixed with the already cold weather made you shiver.

Will nodded quickly, shoving another fork full of eggs into his mouth. He’d taken the liberty of making breakfast, seeing as he woke you up literally at the crack of dawn. “You don’t drink it with pulp right?” He questioned mid chew, raising an eyebrow.

You scoffed, holding a hand over your heart in mock distress. “You think that lowly of me? That I’d tolerate pulpy orange juice? Disgusting!” You laughed, pulling the carton out and closing the fridge behind you. “I actually don’t think I know anyone who drinks orange juice with pulp.”

He paused for a moment, his face deadpanning before he responded. “You literally know Nancy.”

A faux gag emitted from your throat, face twisting in disgust. “Oh that’s gross.” You moved to lean across the table, pouring the juice into his cup and then your own. “Anyways, since you’re here so early- I’m guessing there’s something you wanted to do today.”

Will smiled, throwing back the glass of juice in record time. “You bet! There’s this frozen pond just about a mile from here and I thought that maybe we could ice skate on it!” He exclaimed, feet tapping on the ground in excitement. He knew, for a fact, you could rarely ever say no to him- which usually leads to the two of you in massive trouble.

You eyes almost popped out of their sockets, It was pretty common knowledge to Will that you had never skated. Ever. Not once. “Will-,” you began, only to be cut off by the boy.

“No no, I know. You’ve never done it before.. but I have! I could teach you.” He assured, reaching across the table to grasp your hands, pleading silently. “I promise I won’t let you get hurt.”

The offer was tempting, it sounded like it could be fun- but with your luck it would definitely end with an injury. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to spend some quality time with Will.

“Okay, I’ll do it. Just promise you won’t let me fall, okay?” You asked, holding out your pinky for Will to take. He gladly linked his pinky with your own, squeezing it as hard as he could playfully.

He stood from his seat at the table, gathering the now empty dishes and placing them in the sink. He didn’t bother to wash them, knowing your mother did them after their breakfast every morning. “Now, I know you don’t have ice skates so I brought my mom’s. She’s a size 7 in shoes, so I hope they fit.” He moved across the room to the bulky bag you had been wondering about since he arrived, the size now made sense considering what it held.

You laughed lightly, sitting down on the floor next to where he was. One by one he handed you Joyce’s skates, they looked well loved which made you glance over at Will. They just have done this often together, it almost felt like an honor to have him ask. “I think they’ll fit, I can try them on first though. Just for good measure.” You assured, unlacing the tops so you could slide your socked foot into the skate. As far as you could tell, it was a decent fit. You restrung the laces just a tad looser and wiggle your toes around, pleased with the comfortability.

Will watched you expectantly, taking in the subtle changes in your face as you experienced putting on ice skates for the first time. It may not be the biggest milestone in the world, but it counted to him. “So? Are they okay?” He asked, moving his hands down to pull the tongue of the skate out a tad, releasing some tension at your ankle.

“They’re pretty much perfect!” You smiled, slipping your foot out of the skate and setting it to the side. You wanted to leave immediately, you were so excited it hurt. “Let me run and put some warmer clothes on, could you write my mom a note? Just so she doesn’t worry.”

He nodded instantly, hopping up from where he was to rummage through the drawer next to the fridge. Most of the random things you had no place for found a home there, including the designated note pad and pen the two of you used to write notes to your mother when you left without speaking to her. She never really minded, she appreciated the effort to make her worry less- though it never worked. She always worried, like if the two of you went to the arcade- she would occasionally call up there to check in on you and make sure you were okay. He scribbled a simple note, nothing too lengthy.

‘Me and (y/n) are going ice skating at the pond on Spencer road. We won’t be gone too long, maybe a couple of hours. See you then!’

You had hurried into your room, closing the door quietly to avoid waking up anyone unnecessarily. The time now reading 5:45am, you picked through your closet- pulling out a winter coat, long sleeved sweater, and a pair of thick jean pants. For safe measures, you added a pair of leggings underneath the pants. You couldn’t be too warm, right? As you hustled to change, you ended up throwing your hair up to avoid it getting in the way. This made record time for getting ready, as the clock had only recorded four minutes passing. You snatched a couple scarves off of your dresser before heading back out to the kitchen where you had left Will.

“I didn’t see a scarf with you when you got here, so I grabbed this one for you. If you went home with a cold, I don’t know if Joyce would ever forgive me.” You joked, holding out the plaid scarf that clashed horrendously with his coat. You’d love to say that you’d planned it, but you really weren’t looking too closely at color when you grabbed the scarves so unfortunately you couldn’t. One way or another, it was still funny.

He made a face of faux disgust as he snatched the fabric from your hands before his lips upturned into a smile. Nobody paid attention to him the way you did, if this was anyone else- they would’ve never noticed he forgot his scarf, but you were different. You didn’t look through him, you actually saw him. “Thank you, I would’ve worn my own but I left in a hurry to get here. I wanted us to have more time to skate.” He explained, pulling on his coat. Once he had zipped up the massive thing, he wrapped the scarf around before securing the loose ends in his jacket.

You zipped your own coat up the rest of the way, following in suit with your scarf. You left the loose ends out though, as they felt too bulky underneath. You then haphazardly threw on your tennis shoes as they really wouldn’t matter later. Officially, you were ready to go- before you could utter a word though, Will was two steps ahead of you.

“Cmon!” He smiled, grabbing your hand and practically dragging you to the living room. He stuffed the skates back into the bag and threw it over his shoulder before hustling you out the front door. If there was one thing he didn’t want to do, it was waste time. That was until he halted on the front porch, “Did you remember to fill your tires?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he squinted at you, he knew the answer already but chose to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Your mouth fell open, you had completely forgotten about the tire. As if the whole incident of having to walk your bike home wasn’t a clear enough reminder. “Uh.. well.. about that..” you began, looking anywhere but his eyes. You knew for a fact he was giving you that face, the stereotypical ‘I’m not mad or surprised, just disappointed’ look.

Will barely batted an eyelash, “You can ride on the back of my bike, but we will be filling that tire today.” He stated, shoving you playfully as he slid the backpack off of his back and into your hands. It was obvious that since the two of you were going to ride together, you’d need to carry the bag so you’d both fit safely- you didn’t mind. He clambered onto the bike, scooting forward to leave you enough room to be comfortable.

The backpack fit snugly on your back as you hopped on after him. You froze momentarily, realizing just how close you were to him. It flustered you a bit, but you pushed those feelings aside as you moved to wrap your arms around his waist. You never really rode with Will, since you both had bikes you usually just rode alongside each other rather than on the same bike. It made you unusually nervous.

He would never admit it out loud, but his stomach came alive the moment you held him. It wasn’t in a romantic way, but it sent a flight of butterflies into his stomach. Ignoring the fluttering, he began to peddle, but as much as he tried and tried to get those feelings out of his mind- he couldn’t. With every bump in the road, you instinctively held him tighter, which didn’t help his predicament in the slightest. Not to mention the feeling of your head resting against his back, it was almost empowering despite how nerve wrecking it was.

The sights passed by in a dull blur, blending together as the two of you sped along the side of the road. There were barely any cars, as most people were either asleep or at work at this time of morning- that was better for you two, less cars less risk. Before you knew it, Will had pulled off of the main road onto a small dirt trail that led back through a thick grove of trees. To say it was sketchy, would be an understatement.

“So this is the place?” You asked, hopping off the back of his bike. As you looked around you noticed just how well maintained this area was. The trail was clear of any brush or litter, meaning people regularly came through to clean it. That realization made the situation out in a much brighter light than before, seeing as it didn’t look like any murder would go undetected here- not saying that Will would murder you but.. you can never be too safe.

He threw you a smile, waving you forward as he walked his bike into the grove. The trail was pretty easy to follow, it was impacted into the ground from a history of use. “This is the best place in Hawkins to skate, I’m honestly surprised you’ve never been.” He admitted, looking over to you as you walked alongside him.

You shrugged slightly, adjusting the backpack on your back to a more comfortable angle. “My parents are the most active, unless you count my mom's aerobics class. They don’t do much outdoorsy stuff like normal families.” It was true, your parents were more into watching movies and shopping as a bonding activity. It was fun, sure, but you felt you’d missed out on a lot.

Will chuckled, stopping abruptly to tuck his bike into a patch of brush on the side of the trail. “Aerobics count for something, they just don’t compare to his.” He stated, grabbing your hand before taking off down the rest of the trail.

If you squinted, you could see the trails end just up ahead. It was brighter on that side of the grove, as if the sun had chosen to shine on that spot only. You tried your best to keep up with Will , gripping his hand for dear life as he dragged you to the grove's edge.

Once you exited the patch of trees, you finally understood why he was in such a hurry. You’d been partially correct about the sun, it had begun to shine down through the cloud cover and onto the ice of the pond. In turn, the ice was glowing a soft ethereal light that lit up the entire clearing.

“Oh my god, Will. This is amazing.” You breathed out, you couldn’t help but agree with him. Aerobics definitely couldn’t hold a candle to the flame this lit in your chest. It was as if heaven had become a real place on earth, none of it felt real.

Will watched your reaction, beaming with pride as he soaked in the morning sun. He couldn’t have chosen a better person to share this side of himself with. Truth be told, you and his mom were the only people we wanted to do things like this with. The two of you made him feel comfortable enough to breathe freely. “I know, how about we hop on the ice?” He suggested, not realizing he still had a hold on your hand. He was quick to realize when he felt you squeeze it gently, a redirection of your excitement. He led you down to the edge of the ice, right where the ice met the ground- the safest starting place for you two to launch from.

You swung the backpack off of your back, sitting down on the ground to unpack the skates Will had haphazardly shoved in. Thinking about it, that was probably the training for the weird poking feeling in your back the whole bike ride. You felt dumb not realizing before now but shook those thoughts off. “So, just to clarify- you won’t let me fall, right?”

He sat down beside you, pulling his tennis shoes off. He pretended to think about it for a second, earning a scoff from you. “I pinky swear, I will not let you fall.” He swore, holding out his pinky for you to take. It was an endearing gesture, but you knew he couldn’t promise anything. It was the effort that counted though.

Your pinkies linked together, drawing a smile to your lips as you shook them- as if it was a handshake before turning back to the task at hand. Your shoes slipped off and you began to fumble with the laces on the skates. It was pretty easy, but for some reason anxiety began to grow in your stomach. A bundle of nerves being poked and prodded by every moment you got closer to actually skating, internally you knew that Will wouldn’t let you get hurt but it still scared you.

The two of you sat in peaceful silence as you finished lacing up and tying your skates, then came the real question.

“Will, how do I get up and actually on the ice?” You asked, looking from your bladed feet to the ice just a few inches away. Because the blades were so thin, it seemed impossible to stand up and step onto the ice without actually breaking your neck. The anxiety creeped back up into your throat as you looked between the boy and the ice.

He noticed the hesitation and was quick to act, “Close your eyes, okay?” He instructed, grasping your hands within his own. As you closed your eyes, you heard a rough ‘click’ of his skates against the ice. His hands moved down to grip your waist, sending a heartaches worth of butterflies into your stomach. He was careful as he helped hoist you up onto your feet, steadying you as you wobbled slightly on the unfamiliar skates. As you began to grow accustomed to standing on the blades, he gently lifted you from the grass onto the ice.

You had been holding in a breath this whole time, terrified that he might slip and drop you, but as you opened your eyes you could breathe again. You were standing upright on the ice, Will still holding your waist to keep you steady. A delighted smile pulled at your lips as you leaned forward to wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, I probably would’ve died trying to do that alone.”

Will pulled away, bowing. “No problem at all, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He chuckled, holding his hands out for you to take. His fingers were slightly tipped in pink, the cold air relentless on his exposed skin. From what you could tell, it didn’t bother him.

Taking his hands, you clasped them tightly. You weren’t as afraid anymore, more focused on the curvature of Will’s lips as he smiled at you. He was the perfect boy, that was something you’d always known.

He intertwined your fingers together, using a free hand to give himself some momentum. He pushed off the ice, sending the two of you into a slide forward before he slowly began to loosen his grip on your hand. This terrified you, making you instinctively reach out for him, only to be greeted by his arm moving down around your waist.

“It’s okay, watch this.” He assured, prompting you to keep your eyes open as he pushed off again. He had the two of you gaining speed, and as you watched and attempted to copy his movements- you seemed to be helping him. He wasn’t pulling all of the weight as he had been, feet gliding across the pond effortlessly. The air was crisp, turning your nose and cheeks a soft pink as you came closer and closer to the other edge of the pond.

Will used his free arm to turn, utilizing gravity to send the two of you into a whirlpool spin. He quickly grabbed a hold of you, pulling you tighter into him as the two of you went in circles. His face was filled with delight as he bunched his hands up in your coat, watching as your eyes shone.

You felt like you were flying, the momentum causing your scarf to flap wildly in the wind as you tightened your grip on Will. You don’t think you’d ever be able to describe this feeling, a mix of terror and pure unbridled joy. The thumping in your chest was the only indication that this was real life, heart filled with adrenaline. As you began to slow, and inevitably stop, you didn’t let go of Will. The world spun as you had and your body hadn’t caught up- and as you attempted to acclimate to the stillness, something caught your attention. The boy in front of you was laughing, Truly laughing. a noise that you didn’t often hear. His body shook with joyous laughter that came from a deep place of carelessness, making a smile form on your lips.

He took a deep breath, crisp winter air filling his lungs as he looked down at you. “Isn’t it the best?” He asked, moving his hands to correct your scarf back around your neck so you wouldn’t get too cold. His fingers brushed across your cheek as he did so, sending a pang of nerves into his chest. He did his best to ignore it but the feeling blossomed into one that encased him, making his cheeks turn a shade of red.

“I couldn’t imagine anything better.”

That was the truth. Being here with Will was something you wouldn’t trade for the world. Despite the frigid winter air and the frostbite nipping at your fingers, you were filled with warmth.

#stranger things season 4 #st4 vol2 #william byers #will byers #jonathan byers #joyce byers #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #will byers x reader #will byers x you #will byers x gn!reader #will byers fanfiction #ur honor i love them #ice skating #imagine actually giving Will the love he deserves #crazy huh #Eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #jane hopper #eleven hopper #eleven

[outpost51]

Teaser Tuesday

I didn’t post anything on Sunday anyway so thx for the tag @callista-curations (on my main blog) bc for ONCE I have something soft, just a small break in the clouds lmAO

Dad knew we were coming. I knew Dad would be waiting for us at the usual docking bay. Rima also knew, and her transport arrived right as we stepped into the harsh sunlight of a Taetran afternoon. Maybe it was because I’d thought he was angry with me, or because I didn’t believe I didn’t dream the whole thing up, I wasn’t expecting the taller, slightly-leaner carbon copy of Dad that was real and tangible even after I tried to blink away the ghost. I almost didn’t recognize him — I couldn’t remember the last time he smiled that big for anything, and in that moment, that smile was for me, as were his open arms. “Nico!” I screamed, uncaring of the looks it drew as I took a running leap into his embrace. He squeezed me tight and spun me around and around and then grabbed my arms and shook me — not hard, but enough. “You are such a shit,” Nico scolded. “Runnin’ off like that.” His anger vanished as quickly as it came, though, replaced by wobbly mandibles and a harsh sob that he buried in my hoodie. “I was an asshole too, though. Wasted years—” “Don’t,” I whispered. “Please, don’t.” Quinn was rubbing off on me, it seemed. And rubbing my shoulder, I noticed, and tilted my head to rest my cheek on her knuckles. “You’re the one that likes Blasto, right?” she asked, doing what she did best: lightening the tension. Nico wiped his face off on his sleeve and sniffed up the rest of his emotional outburst. “Yeah, that’s me,” he answered. “The one whose headphones she stole, too.” “You’re not gettin’ ‘em back either,” I quipped, sticking out my tongue. He pushed it back into my mouth and I bit his finger. Just like old times. “Got a new pair, anyway, fuck, that hurt. Dad! Atria bit me!” Big hands looped under my arms and lifted me into the cowl I used to call home. “Well, don’t stick your hands near her mouth and you won’t get bit,” Dad chuffed. Cigarette smoke and gun oil wrapped me in a secondary hug — no whiskey. “Hope you girls brought your walkin’ shoes. Ain’t far enough to waste the gas.”

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#my fic #sneeps.txt #between a rock and a hard place