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blue-slxt · 10 months

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Settling In

*Request*

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Okay so I'm reposting this because I found out that the person who requested it was a minor and I don't play that shit on my blog. I am only for adults. So if you liked the old post, that one is gone now. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Ao'nung x Fem!Sully!Reader

Warnings: Teasing, Smut, P in V, Rut Cycle, Breeding Kink, Choking, Creampie, Binding, Marking, Scenting, Blood, Belly Bulge, I think that's everything.

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Ao'nung has teased you relentlessly since your family came here. What happens when you stumble across him in the midst of his rut?

This felt like some kind of living nightmare. You and your family having to flee your home in the forest and come to the sea. Uprooting your entire lives, leaving everything you knew, forgetting who you were, and coming to start from scratch. The Metkayina way of life was beautiful and their village is wonderful in its own way, but it still doesn’t feel like home. Not even close. The one good thing that’s come out of this whole thing was meeting Tsireya. She’s been a welcome comfort for you and your siblings while you adjust to your new lives here.

She’s warm and bright and patient. It makes you wonder how someone so radiant could ever be related to someone like Ao’nung. Just the taste of his name in your mouth was enough to make you scrunch your face in annoyance. He was always just a pain to everyone, but a lot of times it felt like he put extra effort into tormenting you as Neteyam’s 5-fingered twin. The way your dad explained it, apparently twins are a human thing that can happen sometimes. The na’vi aren’t really familiar with the concept since it doesn’t occur naturally for them, but here you stood. The exception to the rule. And Ao’nung never let you hear the end of it.

Over the months, you learned to ignore him and tune out his endless teasing. Occasionally, when he would get tired of being ignored, he knew which buttons to press to get a response from you. Today was one of those days.

You sat out on the beach with Tsireya and Tuk and your mood sours when you notice Ao’nung walking your way. “Tuk, how about you go feed some of the ilu with Tsireya?” you suggested to her. You can tell what kind of mood he’s in from the mischievous glint in his eye. Her face lit up with pure joy.

“Can we?” she says to Tsireya.

“Of course. Come with me.” She holds her hand out for Tuk to take and you watch as she happily trails behind her into the water. The sight is enough to momentarily warm your heart before you have to harden yourself to deal with Ao’nung.

“Oh, am I not invited to join the party?” he drips sarcasm.

“I don’t need her getting caught up in your bullshit.”

He shrugs his shoulders and holds up his hands, “I wouldn’t mess with her. As far as I can see, she’s the only one of you that seems like a true na’vi.” You set your jaw and take a deep breath trying to center yourself.

“I mean the whole lot of you came out weird. Especially you. She wasn’t born with a weird extra finger or a spare copy. That child is more na’vi than you will ever be.”

He hit that button. You snap and hiss at him in warning. He’s unphased staring back at you with an amused smirk. He found it adorable to watch you get so worked up. And he loved being the one to get you worked up. “Fuck off” you snap at him before walking the other way towards the water with Tsireya and Tuk. Ao’nung turns on his heels and walks away feeling satisfied.

“I swear, Tsireya, I cannot understand for the life of me how you can be related to that!” you gesture back towards the shore at Ao’nung’s retreating figure.

“I know my brother can be a lot. He only teases because he thinks you are pretty.”

You roll your eyes, “That has to be the dumbest thing ever.” She giggles a little, “I never said he was smart, but it is the truth. Why do you think he’s always going out of his way to find you all the time?”

Tuk looks up at you, “Is Ao’nung going to be your boyfriend?”

You fake gag at her question, “Absolutely not Tuk Tuk. Now, show me how well you feed the ilu.”

…

Later on at dinner with the village, you sit with your family while they all talk amongst themselves. You’re not really paying attention to the conversation since you’re still a little agitated. Your eyes scan over all the people surrounding you and how happy they all look and wonder if eventually you’ll find that same kind of happiness. Or at least something close to it.

Rolling over the people, your eyes are met with a pair staring back. Ao’nung watches you from the other side of the bonfire. His face is serious and his breathing is heavy enough for you to see the dramatic rise and fall of his shoulders from here. What’s his problem? If anybody should be staring someone down, it was you. A nudge to your arm brings your attention back to your family. Neteyam is next to you giving you a questioning look. “It’s nothing ‘Teyam.”

“I think you forget, we have known each other since before we were brought into this world. I know you well enough to know that it is not nothing.” It was true. Neteyam knew you better than anyone. Whether that was because of him being your twin or because he took his role as the oldest so seriously, who knows. Most of the time, you’re actually pretty grateful that Neteyam could understand you so easily.

“Tsireya said something earlier and it messed with my head.”

“What did she say?” he scoots closer to you so that your conversation can be kept between you two instead of the whole family.

“She said…she said that Ao’nung thinks I’m pretty or something and that’s why he’s always teasing.” “Well duh. As much as I hate to say it, it is pretty obvious that he has a thing for you. And you’re not so innocent in all of this either.”

“’Teyam!” you are taken back by such an offensive suggestion. First Tsireya and now your own brother?

“You might not notice, but I do. Yes, he’s always picking at you, but you love this little game that you two play. It’s nauseating.” His tone is teasing, but he means it.

Ridiculous. How could you ever want someone like that? Your head turns to look back over at him, but he’s gone. You look around between the seemingly endless sea of people and can’t find a single sign of him. That’s weird, but you’re glad that maybe now you could continue on with your meal without eyes burning into the side of your face.

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Looking around your marui, the rest of your family is peacefully sleeping. You had no idea how they did it. You couldn’t stop your mind from constantly analyzing all the ways that this place was so different from home and that thought literally kept you up at night. It had become something of a routine for you to sneak out on nights like this after everyone else was asleep. You’d tiptoe out of the pod and wander out into the forest by the beach.

It was nice here. It was the one thing here that reminded you of home. The plants and fruits were different, but the atmosphere was similar enough to give you some comfort. In particular, there was one large tree that you would visit most nights. You’d climb and sit on one of the giant outstretched branches and just listen to the sounds of the night.

This is everything right here. This is what helps you feel like you can finally breathe. At least, until you hear a scream in the distance. Immediately, your instincts put you on high alert. You stand from your spot on the branch with your knife in hand and look around as far out as you can see. A faint orange glow catches your eye from the mouth of a cave not far from you. That’s odd. Who else would be out here at this time? And why do they sound like they’re in pain?

You know that it’s probably not the smart thing to go investigate, but you’d also never forgive yourself if someone got hurt and you could’ve prevented it. You climb down and make your way through the forest towards the light you saw.

The closer you get, the more you can start to smell something in the air. It reminds you of fresh rain on tree bark. It’s almost sweet. You follow the scent to the opening of the cave, “Hello? Do you need help in there?” Your voice echoes around the inside of the cave and you’re only met with groans of pain for a response. “I’m coming in!” You grip the handle of your knife a little tighter before taking a step in. The glow grows brighter and finally a small fire comes into your vision.

You were already on edge, but the next thing you saw was what fully threw you off balance. It was Ao’nung. He was sweating so much you thought he might dehydrate himself, his hands were bound behind his back, and he was writhing around in pain. “Ao’nung?” His eyes snap to you and he looks completely different. Instead of his usual sea blue color, his eyes looked a deep purple.

“What are you doing here?” he’s out of breath trying to get the words out.

“I heard you yelling from almost a mile away, I thought somebody needed help. Believe me, I wouldn’t have wasted my time if I knew it was just you.” You cross your arms and shift your weight to one foot and his eyes watch the swing of your hips intently. He sucks in a sharp breath and doubles over. Your eyebrows knit together trying to understand what’s happening. “What is your deal?” You catch sight of a bulge poking through his loincloth and finally the last piece slots into place. “Oh shit…it’s your rut.”

He just nods his head since his mouth is too busy salivating.

Now it makes sense. The weird way he was behaving during dinner, the sweet smell in the air, and the hungry look on his face.

“Well, shouldn’t you be at home? I mean why the hell are you all the way out here like this?”

He shakes his head. “Too much…Need to stay away…”

Your chest tightens with a pang of sympathy for him. You’ve gone through many heat cycles without relief and it is excruciating. The suffering is unmatched. There’s only one thing that truly takes the pain away.

“This is crazy. I’m cutting you out of these.” You start to move towards him, but he tries to shuffle away from you.

“I don’t think you get it. If you cut me out of these binds, I won’t be able to stop myself. So don’t do it unless you’re ready to deal with what comes after.”

“I’m a big girl, Ao’nung. You think I don’t know what I’m doing?” you roll your eyes at him and move towards him again. “I mean it. This is the last warning I’ll be able to give you.” His tone is serious and his eyes are focused. But you don’t falter. You swallow down your nerves and continue forward. “Just shut up and let me do this, okay? Before I change my mind.” You crouch in front of him and reach around to his wrists. “Honestly, I don’t know why I’m even helping you. You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since I got here. But luckily for you, I’m feeling generous.”

You saw away at his bindings and your chest presses into his face. He inhales your scent and his hips twitch searching for something to grind against.

Before you cut all the way through, you pull back and look him in the face. His face tries to chase after your chest, but his restraints keep him in place. “This is the one and only time I’m helping your ass. Got it?” He can’t even bring his eyes up to yours when he nods his head. You tsk at yourself for getting mixed up in this mess, but there’s no turning back after your knife cuts through his ties.

His arms immediately fold around your waist and pull you into his lap so that you’re straddling him. He buries his face deeper into your chest breathing you in. “Chill the fuck out. Your scent is going to get all over me.” You try to crane your neck back, but a strong hand grips your throat and pulls you back forward.

“That’s kind of the fucking point.” His voice is a dark growl against your skin. His tongue drags a long stripe from the middle of your chest up to your collarbone and even further up to your ear. Your breath grows shaky. “You talk so much shit, but look at how your body reacts to me.”

“Shut up.” Your voice comes out more desperate than you mean for it to. He was right and you hated that fact most of all.

He’s growing impatient when his hands hold your hips and start grinding you into him. You let his hands guide you to where it feels best for him. His bulge presses against your clit with every drag.

He kisses and sucks on your neck and you just know he’s going to leave a mark. “Don’t…everybody will know…”

He only chuckles at your pathetic plea, “Everybody will know when you’re walking around carrying my baby.” He pushes his hips up against you and he can feel how you’re soaking through your own loincloth and his too. The waiting finally gets to be more than he can bear and he pulls his tewng to the side to finally free his impossibly hard dick. You feel yourself desperately clench around nothing. He pulls yours to the side and he lines himself up with your begging hole. You take a big breath to brace yourself, but you were not prepared for him to slam you down onto him in one swift motion and you scream out in surprise.

“Fuuuck…” he groans out feeling the way your walls frantically squeeze around him. You’re given no time to adjust before he’s lifting your hips up and down on his own.

It’s too much. It’s like he’s tickling the bottom of your ribs. When you finally take a real breath, all that comes out is a filthy moan. Looking down, you can see the imprint of his tip poking through your skin right at your navel. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

“Haah…fuck…Ao’nung…”

Ao’nung needs more. More friction, more of your sweet noises, more everything. That’s all his mind can think of right now. Just how much he needs you right now. He lays you down on the floor of the cave to give himself better access to pound into you.

His eyes are burning into your face and the eye contact is too much for you. It’s too embarrassing. You turn your head to find something else to look at, but he won’t have that. His fingers grip your jaw and turn your face back towards him. “Look at me. Take it.” He emphasizes his point by tightening his hold on your throat. Between his merciless thrusting, the intense eye contact, and his fingers around your throat, you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching. It makes you feel lightheaded and even as your vision starts to blur, you never move your eyes from his face.

Just before your consciousness slips away, he releases his hold on your neck and moves his hands down to massage your breasts. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and bathes you in his scent to mark you even further. His teeth sink into your skin deep enough to draw blood. He goes mad at the taste of your blood spilling onto his tongue.

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to fuck this perfect little body. Just watch you take it over and over. Fuck, I want to give you a baby.”

Was this just his rut talking? Or did he actually mean it? You couldn’t be sure anymore.

His pace gets faster and his groans get louder. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill this little pussy up.” His grip on your body is so tight, the veins in his arm are bulging out.

“Ah! Ao’nung! Yes!” your head falls back and your legs shake as you fall into your release. The way you clamp down around his dick pushes him over the edge and thick ropes of white spill over into your womb. It feels like fire in your veins, but it’s addicting.

Ao’nung keeps thrusting into you languidly trying to ensure he fucks as much cum back into you as he can.

He collapses on top of your heaving chest with closed eyes and you stare down at his face to try and check his condition. When he looks back at you, you breathe a sigh of relief seeing his normal blue shade. Never did you think you’d actually be happy to see Ao’nung in any circumstance.

“You okay?” you ask cautiously. He nods still catching his breath. “Great…You wanna get out of me now?”

“Oh, right.” He lifts himself up and pulls out of you and a primal part of his brain is pleased to see that none of his seed spilled out of you.

You stand to fix your clothing and hair. “So, you can go home now, right?”

He scoffs a bit more to himself than at you, “My ruts last 3 days. I am fine for now, but there’s no telling how long it’ll last for. I have to stay here until I’m out of it.”

All the nerves in your body come alive with…something you can’t readily identify right now. “Oh…I see…”

“So you’ll know where to find me if you’re ever feeling generous again.” He winks at you and you know that your face is flushed.

“You wish, fish boy.” And with that, you turn and leave back to your home. Thankfully, it’s still hours away from sunrise so everyone is still asleep. You stealthily slip back into your marui, but of course one person’s ears perk up.

“What are you doing?” Neteyam whispers to you. Shit.

“Nothing.”

“Why do you smell like that?” he asks. Shit shit shit.

“Don’t worry about it, ‘Teyam. Just go back to sleep.” You lay down and hope that will be the end of it. Neteyam knows better, but he’s far too tired to go back and forth with you about it right now in the middle of the night.

You finally get the best night of sleep you’ve had since coming here.

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The next morning, you all have the day off of training so you get to hang around at home instead. You sit on the edge with your feet hanging over into the water. Jake comes and sits next to you, “You okay, baby girl?”

You smile softly to yourself at the nickname. You loved it, but you also felt like you were getting a bit old for it. “I’m okay, dad. I’m just still getting used to it here.” He nods in understanding. “But I think I’m starting to settle in.”

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar fic #awow #avatar smut #aonung x fem!reader #aoung x reader #aonung imagine #aoung smut #aonung #ao'nung fic #aged up ao'nung #ao'nung #awow smut

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dailydragon08 · 1 year

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How Luke Acts With a Crush Headcanons

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((I don’t know why, but I really like this gif of Luke and imagine this is how he hugs you whenever he walks into a room, too))

He’s in complete awe of you the moment he meets you. He stares, dumbstruck, for a moment before quickly regaining control and introducing himself with a warm smile. If you’re a Jedi or Force-sensitive, it takes him twice as long to control his expression and he tells you how excited he is to meet someone with similar abilities.

Whenever you’re in the same room (especially if you’ve been apart for a while), the first thing he’ll do is seek out your presence—both through the Force and he’ll just be glad to stand close to you, gently rubbing a comforting hand across your back or shoulders.

If you were friends with Leia and/or Han before, they definitely knew what they were doing when they introduced the two of you and they tease Luke about it constantly.

R2 is always “accidentally” bumping into Luke from behind to push him closer to you.

Chewie has a penchant for group hugs and likes to hug you both at the same time and squish the two of you together (he 100% knows what he’s doing).

The first time you hug him, he can’t control the smile on his face and holds you tightly just a little too long. He gives great hugs already, but makes sure to really let you know just how much he cares by squeezing you tightly and leaning his head against yours. Once he releases you, he’ll keep holding onto your hand until you’re out of reach.

He’s always hyper-aware of your mental state via the Force. If you’re having a bad day, he’ll gently approach you and ask if there’s anything he can do to help. He’s more than willing to give you space if that’s what you need, but will gladly take you somewhere, buy/make you something, or just spend quality time with you to lift your spirits.

Has been known to do the Dumbest Shit™ just to see you smile and hear your laugh, which is now one of his favorite sounds in the galaxy. Even when you laugh at his expense, he can’t be embarrassed too long and laughs along with you because the sound fills him with so much joy.

When he overhears you telling Leia whether or not makeup is your thing, he shyly says, “You always look great.” He seems a bit surprised at himself (was that out loud?), but then gives you the sweetest smile before turning his eyes to his shoes.

The first time you compliment him (whether it be looks or talent), he turns bright red before laughing and suddenly becoming very interested in the floor as he thanks you and gently rubs your upper arm.

He’s 110% supportive of any talent you have. Whether it’s skills with the Force, a lightsaber, blaster, engineering, piloting, etc., he always compliments you and when the situation calls for it, makes sure everyone else knows just how talented you are, too.

The first time you all go to a fancy party to give Leia moral support, the poor guy literally. Can’t. Function. He stares at you open-mouthed and wide-eyed and has to resist the urge to pull you into his arms or gently brush your hair out of your face. He stutters out a “you look…I mean…wow” before Leia helps him out with a laugh, muttering at him to close his mouth when you turn away.

You catch him staring at you frequently and he always looks away, sometimes at the weirdest places and you can’t help but laugh. There were a few times he even fully turned around as if inspecting the ceiling.

The younger he is, the more puppy-like he is in his admiration. ANH!Luke is horrible at hiding his feelings and it’s very obvious to everyone around him that he’s head over heels for you. ESB!Luke is a little better at it, but not by much and still very awkward. ROTJ!Luke is the best at it and has become a bit smoother with age, but still has his moments (more than he’d like to admit) where the shy farm boy comes out and he’ll do or say something super obvious.

He’s silently very attentive and when he realizes you’ve been paying just as much attention to him, his heart threatens to beat out of his chest. The first time he was a bit sad around you and you showed up with a cup of hot chocolate for him, he gave you the biggest smile and even stood to hug you before taking a sip and letting you know how perfect you made it.

This man is a master at puppy eyes. When he thinks no one’s looking, he’ll stare at you with the most lovestruck look on his face. Every time you catch him, his eyes will widen slightly and he’ll try to pretend he wasn’t looking.

If there’s anything on your face, he can’t help himself and just has to gently brush it off with his thumb. When you meet his eyes, he’ll awkwardly explain something was on your face before mumbling an apology and going back to whatever he was doing.

Whenever someone else flirts with you, Luke’s age really determines how he reacts. ANH and ESB!Luke sulk like nobody’s business and get a little irritated at whoever was flirting with you. ROTJ!Luke isn’t irritated or pouty so much as watching your reaction to see whether you’re into this other person. If it seems like you are, he’s a bit sad but lets you make your own decision. If you’re not, especially if they’re crossing your boundaries, he’ll step in with a gentle but firm, “I don’t think they’re interested” before guiding you away from the person.

Along those same lines, if this person really isn’t taking no for an answer and getting aggressive with you, Luke snaps into Anakin-mode in a way that startles even you. He isn’t aggressive back, but there’s a clear warning in his eyes with a firm hand on the other person’s shoulder as he silently turns them around and gives them a little push to walk the other way. The few times the other person has tried to start a fight with Luke, he quickly disarms them after making sure you’re out of harm’s way. Afterwards, he’ll come up to you with the most gentle concern in his eyes and ask if you’re all right, offering to give you whatever you need to cheer you up and reminding you that you deserve much more respect.

He lights up like nobody’s business whenever you come into a room and will clear/gently pat the space next to him for you to sit.

Even if you don’t return his feelings (but seriously, who wouldn’t?), he’s so happy to just be your friend and show he still cares for you. All he wants is for you to be happy and is ready to accept if it’s with someone else.

But if you’re, you know, a sane person and do return his feelings, he’s ecstatic when he finds out. He has a huge smile on his face and pulls you into a tight hug, gently lifting you off your feet for a few moments.

Meanwhile, Leia is banging her head against the wall in the background and grumbling, “took you long enough.”

#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker imagine #luke skywalker #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker headcanon #luke skywalker fluff #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #star wars fanfiction

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corrodedbisexual · 1 year

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Insp. by @pizzaqueen's post about Steddie making each other laugh 🥹

Steve and Eddie hadn't laughed half as much in their entire lives apart as after they got together. They have the dumbest, dorkiest inside jokes they get hysterical about while everyone else just stares at them in complete bewilderment. (Including Robin, sorry babe, you get to have your own inside jokes with your soulmate, but seriously you're too intelligent for the shit Steve laughs about with Eddie).

They'd just be having a normal conversation with the rest of the gang and someone says "popcorn" in a sentence and Eddie and Steve just look at each other and start chuckling. Because Eddie misspelled popcorn as poopcorn on their shopping list that one time and they spent half an hour howling with laughter about it, until they both got hiccups and could barely breathe.

Then there's the obvious sex innuendo jokes. Eddie cannot act normal within 10 feet of any remotely phallic shaped object. They'd be at a grocery store, and he'd pick up a cucumber or an eggplant, glance around to make sure noone's paying them any attention, then meet Steve's eyes, waggling his eyebrows with the most mock seductive expression he could muster, and they both start giggling. Even minutes later, at the checkout line, all it takes is for them to glance at each other and they're back at it again, and Steve's glad he can blame his bright red cheeks on the laughter.

But also there's the more childish, like, Budweiser wassup commercial kind of dumb humor. Like they'd just fixate on a word and start repeating it at each other until it sounds absolutely ridiculous.

~~~

One day they're at a diner, and the waitress brings their order, "here are your burgers boys, enjoy"; Steve stares at his plate for a moment, a chuckle halfway in his throat, and says "burger". He meets Eddie's eyes, which are already sparkling with mischief as he repeats, drawling out the word, "burrr-gerrr". Eddie's face slowly splits into a grin as he parrots it back, voice dropping an octave into his dramatic dungeon master tone, and Steve's already shaking with muffled giggles, playfully kicking Eddie's foot under the table.

It goes on for about a minute, both of them doubled over the table and laughing hysterically by the time Eddie's just repeating "burrrr" and Steve countering, almost roaring, with "gurrrr". Their extremely annoyed looking waitress finally asks them to go outside and take a breather until they can be normal again and not disturb the other customers. Robin and Nancy, returning from the bathroom and witnessing all that, just quietly slide into another booth, pretending they don't know these two clowns.

Some minutes later, when they're sharing a cigarette in the empty alley behind the diner, leaning against the wall, Eddie drops his forehead to Steve's shoulder, wiping his teary eyes at his boyfriend's jacket. "Shit. I love you, dude." Steve smiles at him. "Love you more. Dude." - "Steve, don't you dare." - "DuUuUude." - "I'm serious, I can't, my abs are killing me!" But Steve opens his mouth again, and Eddie has to press his palm against it to shut him up, and of course Steve licks at it, tracing the shape of a heart onto the palm with his tongue, grins at Eddie when he removes his hand. Doesn't even bother wiping the spit off of it as he sticks it back in his pocket. He's so unbelievably gone for this guy who somehow, miraculously, matches his level of crazy.

~~~

PS. Robin and Nancy get them matching "I'm with stupid" T-shirts for Christmas. Eddie and Steve are way too excited to wear them any time they're not in the laundry, making the "oh, we wore the same outfit, how embarrassing!" joke every damn time. They make sure they're always sitting or walking on the appropriate side so the arrows point at each other. Sometimes Eddie's on the right, sometimes it's Steve, because they no longer keep track of which shirt is whose.

#I'm sorry but everyone saw how Steve was with Dustin at Scoops in s3 right?? this is where I drew inspiration from #king Steve my ass they are both court jesters #steddie #steddie headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fanfic #steddie fic #misha-bawlins fanfic #steddie hcs #i was chuckling like an idiot writing this and half of it was in a queue at the bank with people giving me sideways glances #so i was totally living these dumbass vibes #i tried and failed to research if 'i'm with stupid' was even a thing in 86 so if it wasn't let's say Ronance invented it

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glystenangel · 11 months

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your jjk 7 mins in heaven was amazing!!! if you ever have time could you please do an aot one that includes Jean Reiner Erwin and Levi?? Thank you so much!!!

7 minutes in heaven with the AOT boys

jean kirstein, reiner braun, erwin smith, levi ackerman, & bonus!eren jaegar x fem!reader

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, a bit spicier than the other one i wrote for the jjk boys lol, smoochin, inferred hookups, everyone's in college woohoo, mention of alcohol, confessions of crushes

summary: you play 7 minutes in heaven at a college party and end up in the closet with your aot crush, shenanigans ensue

thank you for requesting and enjoy!<333

Jean------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Shut up, you idiots!”

Jean is irritably yelling past the wood grain of the closet door just as it shuts.

You can hear his friends cracking up, and you can’t help but be concerned by that.

“Everything okay?”

The darkness only gives you a vague impression of his face, but enough for you to tell that he’s raking a hand through the tawny hair close to his neck. His slim jaw is briefly illuminated by a crack in the door, and the distant twinkle of party string lights cascade over his stubble.

You always found him cute, so it’s a bit endearing watching him flounder for a moment.

“Yeah, sorry. My friends are just being assholes. They probably think this is hilarious.” He finally says.

You grimace at the unexpected answer, “Oh.”

Jean immediately picks up on your tone, hazel eyes flashing with epiphany, “It’s not because of you! Well, kind of.”

He seems to think for a moment, and you uncomfortably wonder if you should just tell him to be quiet for the rest of the time.

“I’ve had the dumbest crush on you since we had that class together a couple years back. The guys are just giving me a hard time about it, so please don’t think they’re talkin’ shit or anything.”

He stuffs his hands into his pockets, quickly averting his gaze from you and onto the floor while you absorb the confession.

You can feel the corners of your mouth automatically spread into a smile from his words, “I have a crush on you too.”

Jean blinks, “Really?”

You step forward, closing the already narrow space between you both.

“Really.”

A wave of confidence hits you as you place your hands on his chest and sense his faltered breathing from your proximity. His eyes are trained on your lips, and you can see his own parting in anticipation.

“Let’s give your friends something to really talk about.” You whisper, tilting your head and staring up at him with a dare in your eyes.

Jean places his hands on your waist before trailing his hands all the way up your figure and then back down to your hips. His gaze follows the journey up and down your body, the motions instantly bringing shivers to your skin. The former confidence you held is immediately replaced with your heartbeat in your ears, which only intensifies when he pulls you in for a kiss.

Kissing Jean is electric, and he meets your every touch with a desire so palpable it makes your cheeks flush with warmth. He mumbles sweet nothings about how pretty and nice you are, effectively melting any doubts you had about him earlier.

As your kisses deepen, you are suddenly jolted apart by a timer going off and Jean’s friends goading you two to come out.

“Time’s up, lover boy! Get out here, you dog!”

Jean groans, “Ignore them, please.”

You offer him a good natured laugh, “It’s okay, good to know I have their approval already.”

He looks at you with a fond shine in his gaze, “This is bad. I really like you now.”

You observe him as he starts fixing your mussed hair, trying to memorize the lines on his hands and the veins criss-crossing over his knuckles, “You know what would be really bad?”

“What?”

You bite the swell of your bottom lip, “If we went home together, right now.”

“Fuck.” Jean grins, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers together as knocks flood the door, “That’d be the worst.”

“Right?”

You roll your eyes, but the beam remains on your face.

“Come on,” He kisses the back of your hand and twists open the doorknob, “Let’s go.”

Reiner-----------------------------------------------------------------------

“So, who dragged you here?”

Reiner crosses his arms with a grin, regarding you as you adjust to the darkness.

“Mikasa.” You sarcastically sigh, “You?”

“Bertholdt.”

“I’m surprised, he seems so shy.” You purse your lips and tap them in thought.

The stocky blond across from you shakes his head, “That’s why he brought me. I’m his emotional support buddy, but honestly parties aren’t really my thing. I always feel kinda lame when I go.”

The arch of your eyebrows hitch up your forehead, “What? I thought you were Mr. Popular. Everyone thinks you’re cool.”

Reiner was the captain of your college football team and a part-time tutor, he was basically a campus legend. He always had an attractive intensity about him, with thickset arms and steely expressions, but a kindness that everyone applauded. In short, you only ever heard good things about him.

“Me? Shit, that’s what everyone says about you!” Reiner exclaims, pointing at you with an incredulous scoff.

You shrug, a shy beam brightening your features, “Guess we’re just two cool people looking at each other.”

“I guess so.” Reiner repeats, mimicking your shrug as well.

A quiet moment passes and you keep your eyes on each other, the ambient noise of music and chatter seeping into the closet.

You catch the tail end of one of your favorite songs before Reiner starts talking again.

“You know I actually…I wouldn’t mind coming to more parties if it meant you would be there.”

The unprompted confession has your eyes widening, “What? No way.”

“Seriously.” Reiner fiddles with his belt loops, “Um, I’ve always thought you were pretty and easy to talk to the few times we’ve run into each other. So.”

At the compliment, you tilt your head and squint, “Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Maybe, is it working?” He questions, nerves tinging his smile.

A pensive hum leaves you, and then you return his smile, “It’s working.”

“Yeah?” Reiner seems relieved, and the visibility of it across his face is so endearing your heart squeezes.

You intake a breath, clasping your hands behind your back to steady yourself, “Call me pretty a few more times and I’ll let you know.”

Reiner considers your words carefully, and then he’s following your instructions to the letter.

“You’re pretty.” Reiner steps closer, voice low and enticing, “So pretty that I can barely think.”

He skirts his palm past your cheek, down your neck, and then along your curves to reach back and grab you by the waist, inducing heat down your figure.

“All I can think about is how much I want to kiss you.” He pulls you closer, and you automatically wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

Reiner searches your visage with wary hazel eyes, and you hug behind his neck a little more tightly, “So kiss me.”

The press of his lips on yours is tender at first, but as you comb your hands through his short, pale blond locks, the kiss grows more hungry. You open your mouth with a subdued whine, and Reiner holds you more securely as you swipe your tongue against his own. His lips are softer than you thought they would be, and you want to kiss them until you’re dizzy,

Reiner starts trailing kisses underneath your jawline, and it has your knees weaken underneath you.

“What are you thinking about now?” You pant, bending your chin down in a desperate attempt to watch him bite a spot at the base of your neck.

“Taking your pretty ass home.” He mumbles, sweeping his eyes back up to your own and giving the fresh hickey a pointed lick.

You giggle and stroke a hand against his cheek, “Bertholdt probably won’t be happy you’re leaving him alone. I’ll apologize to him tomorrow.”

Reiner chuckles and plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth, “And I’ll apologize to Mikasa.”

Just when you’re about to envelop yourself in each other’s embrace again, grating knocks coupled with the ringing of a timer force you both to pause.

As the noise dies down, Reiner pinches your cheek and offers you his hand with a stifled laugh, “That’s our cue. Let’s get the out of here.”

Erwin-----------------------------------------------------------------------

“Looks like we’re alone now.”

Your head instantly snaps towards the tall, blond man in front of you, and he smiles down at you.

His smile is perfectly warm, but his pale blue eyes have a cold intensity that has you shyly looking away.

Erwin’s mere presence in a room was enough to make you nervous, so being in such an enclosed space with him was making your mind run in uneasy circles. You were more used to him collecting papers or leading study sessions, further away from you or at least separated by his teacher’s assistant desk.

“Yeah, looks like it.” You parrot, unsure of what to say.

You feel stupid.

Luckily, Erwin finds your obvious anxiety amusing.

“Hey,” He chuckles, “It’s alright. I don’t bite unless you want me to.”

The insinuation immediately causes your face to burn, and you lightly push his chest in embarrassment as the image clouds your mind.

“Don’t make fun of me!” You warn, staring up at him defiantly and hoping you’re hiding the shakiness in your voice.

“Why not?” He leans forward, the smile never leaving that smug face of his, “It’s fun.”

“Because-” You search your thoughts, and then blurt out, “You shouldn’t tease people who like you!”

The air stills, and you wish you hadn’t said something so childish.

Erwin interrupts that thought, “What should I do then?”

When you don’t answer, too stupefied to even stammer out a reply, he reaches out and wraps an arm around your waist.

You can feel the large diameter of his palm cradling your lower back, subtle shivers erupting from the touch. Then, he cups your cheek with his other hand.

“Should I kiss them then? Should I kiss you?” He uses his thumb to stroke circles into your back, and you can only stare at his mouth as it inches closer.

“Erwin-” Your hands flatten against his chest, and your heart is beating so much you’re afraid it will burst.

“Answer me.” His nose touches yours, and he pauses to sweep his line of sight back up to your eyes.

You breathe in slowly, sensing his own soft breaths skating over your cupid’s bow.

“If you like me too, then yes…please.” The words leave your mouth in a small whisper, and you can see the smile reach Erwin’s eyes this time before he brings your lips together.

His hands are strong and sure as they explore your body, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the kiss deepens.

It feels incredible, and you let out a soft moan when he actually bites the flesh of your bottom lip before soothing the sting of it with his tongue.

He hums into your mouth, and you can sense the heat along your cheeks as you more eagerly return his efforts.

However, the kiss induced daze that settles over your mind isn’t thick enough to drown out the jiggle of the door knob or the aggressive dinging of the timer.”

“Fuck.” Erwin mumbles, and you whine when he pulls away.

“Aw, I’m sorry.” He pecks a few quick kisses to your lips, “But we have to go now.”

You look up at him pleadingly, “Where are we going?”

Erwin visually melts at your newfound neediness, “You are too cute.”

The compliment has your heart soaring, and you smile at him as he takes his keys out of his pocket.

“We can go to my place.” He plants a kiss on your forehead and keeps a hand around your waist, “I’ll drive.”

Levi-------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Out of all the people here, it’s good I ended up with you. Now I can relax.”

Levi sits on the floor, and you join him with a reluctant huff.

“Don’t sound so excited.”

“Apologies, I’ll try not to shout.” He sends a wry smirk your way, patting dust off of his pants as he settles himself.

“I appreciate that, thank you.”

Levi snickers at your sarcasm, “You’re an idiot.”

Silence settles over the two of you, and something about it makes you want to do some courageous and stupid act to fill the time.

You look over at Levi, a fellow grad student with a grumpy disposition and an infamously intelligent mind. For someone with such a cold air, he was surprisingly warm the more you got to know him, and the pretty, sharp features of his face failed to help keep up the initial intimidation you regarded him with. Even now, you can almost feel the long hidden affection you have for him spilling out in the way you trace over the point of his nose and the perceptive gleam of his eyes. His side profile stands out even in the drab colors of the closet’s interior. It’s actually remarkable.

“Hey Levi?” The soft call has him glaring at you.

“What is it?”

A deep breath, and then the words rush out.

“You know I like you right?”

He stiffens, shoulders hiking up slightly and remaining trained towards the door, “I didn’t.”

“Oh, well now you know.” You nest your hands in your lap and look around at the dusty contents of the closet, waiting for the man next to you to come up with a more detailed response.

More silence ensues, and just when you think nothing more will come from your sudden confession, Levi clears his throat.

“I like you too.”

The reciprocation has you in an instant, and you whip your head back to him, “You do?!”

The shocked yell has Levi irritably covering your mouth, “Be quiet!”

You lightly push his hand away, but drop your voice to a hushed murmur, “I can’t! I never thought that this would happen.”

Levi seems offended by the sentiment, “You’re wonderful, of course I would like you. It would be hard not to, you’re…undeniably beautiful and sweet. I enjoy our time together a lot.”

The casual manner in which he compliments you has a grin spreading across your face, “I think you’re wonderful too, Levi. And very handsome! Especially when you concentrate really hard on something. Oh, and you’re really nice even when you don’t want to be. I like how you explain things too.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” He scowls, but you can tell from his tone it’s because he is getting embarrassed.

The smile never leaves your face, “Can I get a kiss then?”

“Now?” He raises a thin brow, a look of disgust displaying on his pale features.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to. I won’t be mad.” You promise, the reassurance nonchalant and genuine.

Levi rolls his eyes, but holds out a sturdy hand towards you, “...Come here.”

He delicately rests your chin on his loose fist, and then leans in close. He has longer eyelashes than you realized, and the silvery gray of his eyes are framed perfectly by them. When he’s only millimeters away, he closes his eyes and you immediately flutter your own shut. It’s just in time to feel his lips on yours, and your chest swells at the sensation. He tastes minty and fresh, just as you expected, but he’s more passionate than you anticipated. Levi cradles your chin with the utmost care, and the attentive tilts of his head sync to your every wish.

Once you have to catch your breath, Levi keeps his hand on your face, observing your wavering pants with calm interest, “There. Are you happy now?”

“I am.” You happily sigh, sure that you’re staring at him with visibly starstruck eyes as you wrap your hands around his strong wrist, “Can I have one more please?”

Levi scoffs, but tenderly combs his fingers through your hair, “So stupid. How’d you get so dumb?”

“Hey! I’m not-”

He kisses you again, more and more persuasively until you no longer have any will to protest. His lips are gentle and languid in their addictive movement against yours, and you realize how much he savors each kiss with you.

“You are.” He softly taps the end of your nose, “You’re dumb. That’s why I have to take care of you.”

Before you can defend yourself once more, the timer goes off and Levi furrows his brows at the intrusion.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” He murmurs, “Let’s see how dumb you can get.”

bonus! + Eren--------------------------------------------------------------

“Shit. Fuck.”

Eren smacks his fist against the door as it closes, his back turned to you.

“You okay there?” You hesitantly tap his shoulder, where even in the obscured lighting of the closet, you can see the tapered, muscular shape of his back.

“Yeah, I just-” He spins around, nearly bumping into you, “You’re gorgeous and I’m so wasted. I have no game right now.”

Eren looks genuinely distraught, sea green eyes punctuated with remorse and his thickly defined brows knitted above the slant of his nose.

You giggle at his unfiltered anguish, “It’s okay. I’m a few shots deep and you’re very cute. You don’t need any game.”

Honestly, this has been a long time coming. Eren and you had been stealing glances at each other in class for the better part of the semester. You were elated to just have the chance to talk to him alone, even if you were actually so nervous you could feel your heart beating in your chest.

“I want to-” He looks down at you, fumbling his hands through locks of chestnut brown hair and tugging at the hems of his shirt as if he was overheating, “God, you’re gorgeous. I’m losing it.”

“Eren, stop!” You try to shush him with laughter lacing your words, but he only seems to get more riled up.

“I’m serious! I’ve seen you around, but I was too chickenshit to ask you out. Now look.”

To his credit, he half whispers the last portion of his rant, but you can still sense his distress.

“Aw, do you just want us to not do anything then? We can just talk.” You pat his shoulder to comfort him.

Eren thinks for a moment, sheepishly covering your hand with his own, “I still want to…If that’s okay with you.”

“It’s okay with me.” You shyly admit, feeling the hum of alcohol and the smitten way Eren is staring at you intoxicate your thoughts.

“It’s okay?” He slides his hand behind the nape of your neck, and the warmth of it has you curving towards him.

Eren is careful with how he handles you, rubbing his thumb up and down the column of skin.

You bite your lip and stare down at his own, “Mhmm.”

He seems just as transfixed as you are, half lidded gaze drawn to where he soon provides you with a sweet kiss. Flutters erupt in your chest, and Eren lets out a groan when you roam your hands along his torso. He tugs you closer, moving his hands to your cheeks and kissing you as if he’s utterly starved for you on his lips and tongue.

“You’re fucking adorable.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, mumbling against the skin with gratitude, “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. Cook you a nice breakfast. Romantic.”

You cross your arms behind his neck, staring into his eyes with a lovestruck smile, “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

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And then they take you home so you can continue being in heaven together :)

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End Notes:

couldn't resist adding eren bc i love him hehe but it was so fun writing this with all the aot boys!! i haven't written for aot in a while so this was refreshing and made me nostalgic :') appreciate you liking the jjk version v much and thank you for requesting this one, i hope you like!💞💞

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rabesbabe · 8 days

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Blondie

Gwen Stacy x Fem!Spiderman

Summary: being Spiderman isn’t easy when you have to hide your identity from everyone you love. Especially, your girlfriend Gwen who just wants to spend time with you. But you’re too preoccupied with being the city’s savior.

A/N: Hey guyss! This is my first marvel fic which is shocking lmao But I hope you guys enjoy. No warnings on this fic but it is a lottt of fluff! (Not proofread as usual lol)

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You stand in front of your locker struggling to open the lock. Your hands were full of folders and your skateboard that you weren’t even supposed to have in the halls.

Just as your folder was about to fall from your arms someone swoops in and grabs it for you. You look up to see your girlfriends teasing eyes.

“Looks like you might want this?” She says pointing to the sticker on the folder that says Ap Bio knowing you have it with her next period.

You smile at her laughing. “Why thank you.” You say sarcastically. You put the rest of the stuff you had in your locker after opening it.

“Are we still on for tonight?” Gwen says. Looking doubtful that you’ll say yes.

“Of course we are.” You smile at her and give her a quick peck.

Gwen had planned for you both to go to her favorite record store and get some coffee to study for a test you both had.

You had missed so many of your dates due to your duties as New York City’s protecter. You were running out of excuses. You loved Gwen to death but how could you tell her who you really were?

You look down at your phone that reads “7:30” in big letters. “shit, shit, shit.” You were supposed to be at Gwen’s house by now to pick her up. There was no way you had missed another date.

You got so caught up with trying to track down this guys who’s stole some lady’s purse, that it hadn’t even occurred to you that your girlfriend was waiting for you. She had to have hated you by now.

You dial her number on your phone. “Gwen?” You say as the line clicks. You hear sniffles and you could tell she was crying. “Where the hell have you been y/n.”

“I know Gwen. I’m sorry.” You grab your face and sigh. “I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

You swing over to a corner store to get Gwen her favorite candy, flowers, and a card. Not exactly enough for the amount of times you had bailed on her but a girl could try.

You swing back home and sneak in through your window. You gently set the stuff you bought down on your bed and start taking off your suit.

“Oh my fucking god!”

Your eyes go wide. You spin around and see Gwen staring at you as if she had just seen a ghost. Out of reflex you shoot webs at her mouth thinking she was gonna scream.

“I know what this looks like but you gotta understand babe. It’s not what you think.”

She try’s to say something but her eyebrow quirks up at the fact she can’t even speak. “Oh! Sorry, Sorry.”

You take the web off her mouth. “Why are you in my house Gwen?”

She looks at you as if you just asked the dumbest question ever. “Why are you spiderman y/n?!”

She looks you up and down and you’re suddenly very aware of the fact that you’re half naked in a bra with your suit hanging at your waist.

“Wait, I can explain Gwen just let me change?” You sigh motioning to the fact you’re not dressed.

“Oh.” says Gwen, visibly blushing.

“And then I guess ever since then i’ve been spider-‘man’.” You say ending your explanation on how you became spiderman.

“Does Ms. May even know?” She asks. You giggle at her words. “She’s told you to stop calling her that a million times,” She rolls her eyes at you. “Come on she’s my girlfriend’s aunt i’m not gonna be disrespectful! Now answer my question.”

You laugh again. “No she doesn’t know. I wanna tell her but…it’s kinda of hard to tell your aunt her niece is the ‘dude’ in spandex fighting crime each day.” You say avoiding her eyes.

“But I’m sorry for everything. For all the missed dates.” You get up and grab the flowers and other gifts you got for her.

She smiles and grabs the gifts you got her. “Why thank you.” She says leaning her forehead against yours. She presses her lips against yours and you smile into the kiss.

You back away from her. “Wait Gwen,” “Hm?”

“How’d you get in my house anyway?” You look at her slightly confused.

“I’ll only tell you if you promise you’ll let me come with you one day when you swing around the city.” She says smirking.

“Deal.” You smile at her.

You get up and grab her hand. “Cmon let’s go see what Aunt Mays cooking for dinner.

“Whatever you say spider-girl.” She giggles.

#wlw ship #gwen stacy x reader #emma stone x reader #emma stone #spiderman #spiderman x reader #aunt may x reader #tom holland #andrew garfield #the amazing spiderman #spider girl

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boydykedevo · 2 months

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Year 0

The fight’s over not long after Magnus steps in. It’s all a bit of a blur, but he’s already planning on taking credit for putting a stop to it anyway. He landed a few good punches, took a few more good hits than that, and then everything was over one way or another. Magnus leans against the wall and slides to the floor, blood still rushing in his ears.

“Yo, Burnsides, what the fuck was that?” someone calls from somewhere to his right. Magnus knows that voice, it’s pretty damn distinctive, but his head is still spinning from that last punch, and he can’t quite put a name to it. He blinks slowly, cradling his eye with one hand, and looks towards the sound.

The twins are both watching him from the pool table. Right. That’s who the voice belongs to. He’s not sure which of them said it, not that it matters, because they’re both on their way over here. He closes his eyes and groans. The adrenaline high is wearing off just a bit.

They kneel beside him. One of them touches beneath the eye he’s cradling, and he hisses, flinching away. “Yeesh,” the other one says, and oh yeah, that’s definitely Lup. “Do you think you’re concussed?”

Magnus shrugs, thinks about it for a bit, then shakes his head. “Naw, naw, I know what a concussion feels like.”

Taako snorts. “Course you do.” He starts to tug at Magnus’s hand, but he just pulls away again. “Lemme see, dumbass, I’m tryna help. Jesus, what’d you do that for anyway?”

“Iunno. Bored.” He reluctantly pulls his hand away, peeking at Taako with the other one. He’s not concussed, but he must have some kinda head injury, cuz Taako looks like he’s fucking glowing; he has to take a second to right his train of thought. “Didja see me get that jerk?”

Taako rolls his eyes. Lup snickers, “Sure, Mags.”

“I was too distracted watching you get punched in the face,” Taako says. “So hard seeing someone else live your dream.”

Magnus pouts, which just makes them both laugh again. Taako grabs him by the chin and angles his face around. Magnus’s breath catches. His eyes widen, watching Taako give him a dispassionate look over, and something indecipherable curls in his gut.

“Yeah, bub, this is gonna be a black eye,” Taako concludes, standing up. “That was the dumbest shit I’ve ever seen you do.”

“Not for long,” he promises. Lup grins, offering a fistbump, which he takes.

They help him to his feet. Taako wrinkles his nose at the bit of blood on his knuckles, grabbing the bottom of Magnus’s shirt to wipe it off. Now that he’s looking at them, he can see a pair of bright blue, shiny shoes in Lup’s grip. Lup follows his gaze. “Those are theirs,” she explains, pointing a thumb at a pair of adventurers near the pool table, one of whom’s got nothing but socks on.

Taako cracks up, dropping Magnus’s hand and leaning on her shoulders for support through his giggles. “She’s fucking good,” he gloats. “You should’ve seen her, Burnsides, she—” another fit of giggles cuts him off, and Magnus finds himself staring. He’s gorgeous, everyone knows that, but Magnus hasn’t ever really stopped to pay attention to him before now. His eyes scrunch up and his mouth falls open, displaying the gap tooth he and Lup share. His ears tilt upwards, flicking every few seconds. Magnus can’t help but laugh along.

God. He can’t be getting a crush on the dude he’s gonna be stuck sharing a room with for two months starting tomorrow, what the fuck. How fucking hard did he get punched?

“Do either of you have an ice pack?” he asks to distract himself. His eye is really starting to sting now, and he brings a hand back to it.

Lup shrugs. “Maybe think ahead before jumping into a barfight next time.” She grabs Taako’s hand and starts to pull him away. “We’re gonna get back to it, if you’re good.”

“I—” he starts. Taako looks back at him and—

Ah fuck. Jesus Christ. Fucking hell.

“Yeah, okay,” he agrees. “Have fun.” They throw him a grin each, and then they’re gone.

His eye still hurts like hell.

#anyway wrote this real quick lol #first line is the ao3 link #taagnus #taz balance #taz #my fics #icarus is talking

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yassificat1on · 2 years

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'We need to talk'

sent 12 hours ago

Summary: After months of heartache, you end your ever failing relationship.

C/W: ANGST!! Break ups, toxic relationships, verbal abuse, failed relationship, cussing, heartache (?).

If you are sensitive to any of that, DO NOT READ FURTHER! This is your final warning. Also, please excuse any spelling/grammar errors, I'm exhausted. Not beta read, i'll die like Twice, teehee.

'we need to talk.'

sent 12 hours ago

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It was now 10:27pm in the dorms. Everyone was in their rooms. In fact, everyone had to be in their rooms by 8:15pm.

Bakugou had peeked over to the text when it was first sent. Then three hours later. Then five hours later. Then nine hours later.

'What the hell could she possibly need to talk about now?' He thought. What so important that you had to text him, instead of just talking to him. You hadn't even talked to him all day.

No 'good morning', no '10-minutes-before-homeroom-starts-chitchat', no lunchtime talk, no sticky notes on his locker, no Teams chat message. Nothing.

He rolled over in his bed and started towards the elevator and up to your room.

You had cried that night. Sobbing and hyperventilating, at that. Finally, after months of being ignored by your boyfriend, you finally broke. The pillow beneath you was fairly wet now, even soaking through the pillowcase.

By the time you were asleep, most everyone was still up and active in the dorms. Texts from the girls, and some guys, asking you 'where you were?' 'Why didn't you join game night?' 'Why didn't you eat dinner?'

You woke up to the sound of knocking at your door, and someone trying to open the locked door.

"Go away, Mina. I'm not hungry." You said.

"Open the door, Y/n." The sound of his voice made the tears well up again. You stayed quiet, hoping he would go away.

"You said we need to talk. Open the door."

Oh yeah. You did say that. Fuck.

You sighed. You peeled up from your bed, wiped your eyes, and grabbed a robe. With your hand on the door, you took a deep breath. You opened the door and faced him, and the tears started again.

You could hear Mina's voice now, "Girl, it's gonna be like ripping off a bandaid. If you leave it on, it'll become all gross and disgusting and don't nobody got time for allat." Damn, she never missed.

Bakugou leaned on the door frame, nonchalantly, "So what did you want to talk about."

The way he said it made you think this was an inconvenience to him. You tried not to overthink, in fear of crying again.

You took another deep breath and asked, "Do you like me?"

He looked at you like you asked the dumbest question in the world, "What the hell kind of question is that?" He sneered.

You were exhausted, "Just answer me. I don't feel like doing this."

"You don't feel like doing this," He was no longer leaning, but standing up, arms crossed, "I don't feel like getting up at 10 to come to talk to you. I don't feel like comforting a crying girl way past bedtime, I don't feel like having these extras asking me "Where's Y/n?" like I'm supposed to know. She's in one of her moods now."

You were in shock. But you let him continue.

"I don't feel like doing alot of shit right now but I'm fuckin' doin' em because I like you." He nearly spat at you.

You stood, mouth slightly agape. You gasped slightly, "I don't think you do."

He stared at you in pure shock. His expression read, 'Is this girl serious right now?'

"I just don't think you like me," Your voice was in a hush now, "I feel like… Like you think I'm a chore to be around." He let you continue.

"I feel bad. I feel like I'm not a priority. You never want to do anything with-"

"Because I'm busy," Bakugou said plainly.

"I FUCKING KNOW THAT! I'VE BEEN BUSY TOO!" By now, someone would be telling you both to shut up. But it was silent. Almost everyone was listening.

"I make time for you. After every study sesh, after training and workouts, hell, even during. I always ask if you wanna join or see if you wanna meet after. But no, you're always busy."

He leaned back on the frame, bored as hell.

"I even have to beg you to come over to my dorm. And even when you do come over, it feels like we're laying with a brick wall between us." The tears started to fall. You didn't even try to stop them. "Do you love me?"

He hesitated with his words a bit.

"Oh my god. You don't. I knew it." You threw your head back in frustration. "I can't believe I wasted four fucking months with a guy who doesn't even like me."

You waited for a response from Bakugou. His mind seemed to be running a mile a minute. "I…I never said that."

"Yeah, but you didn't defend what you did. The crazy thing is," You said, wiping your eyes on your robe sleeve, "Even though the hell you put me through, I still loved you."

Past tense, loved.

"You'd blow me off to do God knows what. But in the back of my mind, I figured that you were super exhausted and would prefer a night in, cuddling. But you never did."

"Lots of people show affection in a lot of different ways, Y/n. Not just one way. You make me sound like some sort of villain." He said, trying not to meet your glare.

"Oh yeah? When was the last time you kissed me? Hugged me? Told me you loved me? Hell, when was the last time you were even less than a foot apart from me?"

"...I let you cook for me."

A long moment of silence passed, "You…let me…LET ME…cook for you? Are you serious?"

"Hey, HEY! I buy you shit too. Like that bear on your bed."

You turned to look at the build-a-bear on your bed. You grabbed it, along with all of his sweatshirts you had, and a picture frame. You gathered it all up and held it out for him to take back.

"The hell are you doin' with all this?" He asked.

"Here. I'm giving it back."

Bakugou looked like he just got kicked in the chest, "What? Why?"

You dumped the stuff in his arms, "Kats- Bakugou, I can't keep doing this anymore. I don't think we should be together anymore."

"I- So you're just gonna throw away what we had?!" He said.

"I'm throwing away what we had?! Are you serious? What did we have? Did you not listen to a damn thing I said?! I cried myself to sleep for the past two months because of you! I can't keep making excuses for you and begging for a shred of attention from you. Bakugou, I'm so done with you!" You shouted.

You slammed the door in his face and stormed off to bed. The slam startled him and he dropped the frame. It cracked when it hit the ground. He picked it up to see the damage. A large crack plagued your face and between both of your faces.

He lost you, he finally lost you.

_______

"Hey, babe! It's Y/n!"

"And Mina! Hehe."

"And I wanted to say that I love you, and you're super cute, and you're really strong and I'm glad that I'm your girlfriend. Mwah!"

Bakugou hadn't stopped pressing the bear's stomach you got for him.

"Hey, babe! It's Y/n!"

"And Mina! Hehe."

"And I wanted to say that I love you, and you're super cute, and you're really strong and I'm glad that I'm your girlfriend. Mwah!"

He threw the bear across the room and tried to go to sleep.

He hated the fact he was free this weekend.

a/n: This was written for 30 minutes and edited in under 5. Please don't let this dictate how well I actually write! Also, I am recovering from an ever lasting writers block :/

(masterlist coming soon)

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raekensarcher · 1 year

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tagged by @thiamsxbitch ,, thank u love :)

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to Ao3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have.

all fics completed aside from all about control :p

All the Love we Unraveled and the Life I Gave Away | Thiam

The exhaustion goes bone deep. Skin feeling akin to something like a livewire, feeling the clothes clinging to his skin with every step he takes. Swallows what feels like bile rising in the back of his throat, ignoring the itch of a scream clawing its way through his chest. Begging to be released, let out any tension that's been growing under his skin since Scott had called him.

Tell me That we’ll be Just Fine (Even When I Lose my Mind) | Thiam

Theo has, objectively, made a lot of stupid choices in his life. Throw a dart, you'll hit one.

This, though, this might actually take the cake on the list of Dumbest fucking things Theo Raeken has ever done. Which is no small feat, all things considered.

It takes all of three seconds after Theo tells Nolan to run, watching him stumble across the dirt and broken tree limbs before his eyes slide over to the unconscious beta on the ground and it finally registers in his brain what he just did. He just managed to effectively ruin any chance of getting out of this fucking zoo and away from these hunters at a quick pace, all because he was saving Liam's stupid ass, again.

Close my eyes, Fantasize, Three Clicks and I’m Home | Thiam

He’s not sure when it started; when this pull between he and Liam became a thing. If he had to pinpoint the exact moment, and he’s just spitballing here, it might have to be when he was pulled from hell.

‘Cause everyone’s growing, and everyone’s healthy. (I’m terrified that I might never have met me) | Thiam

When he starts crawling his way up through the earth, hands grasping for purchase on the dirt surrounding him, he thinks it’s a more fucked up version of the nightmare he’s been living in for the last few months. Years? It feels like a lifetime. Endless loops of having his sister's heart ripped out of his chest, over and over and over again. It’s hard to remember.

Of Gods and Monsters | Thiam

The question comes so far out of left field that it manages to render Theo speechless, spoonful of melting ice cream lifted halfway to his open mouth as he stares at the beta across from him with some mix between shock and confusion.

Liam takes his reaction in stride, continuing to eat his own ice cream, completely unbothered by the fact that he just managed to hit some kind of pause button inside of Theo’s brain. Theo thinks if it were any other situation the beta might have even made a joke about it, but the question wasn’t laced with any humor, just pure curiosity.

I’m here, right here, wishing I could be there for you. | Thiam

In hindsight, Liam probably should have seen how this was not going to go his way. Call him an optimist. He had maybe, dumbly, hoped that Theo would pull his head out of his ass long enough to appreciate the fact that he was valued and not, I don't know, wanted dead in the middle of the preserve? It was wishful thinking on Liam’s part.

“I’m just saying, I'm a little bit sick of your shit.”

Crimson Stained Hands | Implied Thiam , Theo centric

Theo’s never been able to put it into words, this weight that sits so heavily on his chest that sometimes he gets sharp pains that shoot through his veins. He thinks it might be some kind of punishment, though he’s not sure which sin caused this, which sin keeps him in constant torment. It’s a long list, some days it seems like it’s one that’s never going to end.

It’s like the universe has left me without a place to go | Thiam

"You're a hard man to find these days."

Theo hums from his place on the tailgate, legs swinging slowly back and forth, his eyes trained on something in the distance, not fully there.

Liam's feet stay planted where they are, eyes trained on the way Theo's hands have tightened their hold on the metal surface of the tailgate at the sound of Liam's voice. He tries not to think too hard on it, knows it probably has nothing to do with him and everything to do with the fact that Theo has been avoiding him and life itself for the last three weeks.

All About Control | Thiam

There’s been a shadow following Theo around since he was Nine years old, a dark and looming thing that sits in his peripheral vision, a constant and threatening reminder of where he came from. Of what he can be brought back to. Some days it looks a lot like the Dread Doctors, more specifically the Surgeon. The shadow will shift and morph into a figure that resembles something from his worst memories, the ones he wishes were ripped out of him the way everything else was. Other days it morphs into something smaller, something dripping with icy ravine water, the smell of dirt and mud coming with it.

It could end in burning flames or paradise | Thiam

Theo is alive.

At least, most days he’s pretty sure he is. He feels the blood flowing under his skin, feels the stolen heart thudding against his ribs, feels the way his pulse jumps when Liam speaks in the tone he seems to solely reserve for him and him only.

tagging @stitchkiss :p

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renegadesfics · 2 years

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𝐓𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐭. 𝟔

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your sister comes home, some news gets dropped, and an old friend shows up again. Whether you want them to or not, feelings are challenged and the truth starts to come to light. [4.3k words]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: anxious reader, pre-s4, some mild fluff, this chapter is admittedly severely lacking in eddie content, but! we get another of the hellfire boys to make up for it?, and eddie is discussed a lot, talks of small town gossip, general family antics, brief jail mention, pregnancy mention, friends are defensive of eddie, i think that’s it but if you see anything else pls just let me know and i’ll add it!!

𝐏𝐭. 𝟏 | 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐 | 𝐏𝐭. 𝟑 | 𝐏𝐭. 𝟒 | 𝐏𝐭. 𝟓 | 𝐏𝐭. 𝟔 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

“What for?” Christine leans back against the kitchen counter with a cup of hot cocoa cupped to her chest. Her brows are drawn together in curiosity. Maybe you should have asked one of the boys first. At least Vince. He probably would’ve asked fewer questions.

You purse your lips, fingers picking at cuticles as you stare pointedly at the counter for a moment. It’s not that you’re embarrassed, really, it’s just that everyone seems to be making a big deal out of this when it doesn’t have to be. “There’s a show at the Hideout.”

All that follows for a moment is the sound of a ringed finger tapping against a mug and the kids out in the backyard, muffled by windows and doors that are shut against the cold. “The Hideout, huh?” She says finally, leaning forward so her elbows rest on the counter and her face is more level with the mug. Lips to the rim, she takes a long sip. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain… worn down casket, would it?”

It’s the dumbest thing she’s asked you in ages. It’s also the closest thing to subtlety that you’ll get out of your sister, and the fact of the matter is you might be a bit grateful. Still, you snort out a laugh, eyes rolling hard. “Congratulations, detective. You cracked the case.”

“Tomorrow’s Tuesday.” Translation: you’re predictable. (Alternatively: it’s not hard to deduce, dumbass.)

A small shrug of your shoulders is all you offer in return.

“How’s he doing?”

Christine knows the most. It may be cliche, but she’s closest to you in age and was around for more of the relationship than your brothers. She was there for the start of it all, too, for the summer of ‘83 when all the lines got hazy and you came home with hickeys sucked relentlessly into the column of your throat. Hell, she’d been the one to help you cover them the first few times, muttering under her breath about teenage boys and their lack of self control under the cover of hazy morning sunrises in a poorly-lit bathroom. Now, when you finally look at her, she looks curious. More than she sounds, really, which you’re grateful for.

“He’s got a weekend job at Murph’s.” You offer quietly, not a real answer to her question, but the start of something longer.

Your sister nods, tapping a ringed finger against the side of the mug again. “Kind of figured. I heard about your little encounter this morning.”

“It wasn’t an encou–wait what?” It takes a few seconds for the words to register, a response already tripping its way off your tongue before their meaning really clicks. “What do you mean you heard about it?”

It’s her turn to purse her lips and Christine drops her gaze to the hot chocolate, suddenly intent with interest. “Stopped by a gas station on my way in and uh… ran into Prue Evans.”

“The fuck does Prue Evans know?”

At least she has the common decency to look embarrassed as her thumb scrubs against the lip of the mug. “Who was at the front desk when you got in today?”

A beat of quiet follows. “Eddie.” Who doesn’t have the least bit of interest in town gossip. Who would never go running his mouth about this shit, least of all to Prue Evans.

“Who’s shift was it at the front?”

“Kim…” And that makes way more sense. Still, you balk, fingers slowly curling into fists on top of the island.

“Right.” Her curled hair bobs with the movement as your sister nods. “And Kim tells Charlie everything, and we both know Charlie Putnam can’t keep his mouth shut to save his fucking life.”

Okay, sure, but– “It was barely even a few hours ago.”

“Y/n, it’s Hawkins.” Finally, she looks up at you, expression a complicated mix of sympathetic and knowing. When you don’t say anything, she continues. “There’s not a whole lot to do here except gossip. Especially over break.”

She’s right, of course. That’s the funny thing about growing up: when you spend your whole life in one town, it feels like you have everything you need there, like there’s nothing else to look for unless you need something from the city. Until you leave. And then when you get back, the reality is stark and colorless. Boredom incarnate.

Your plan had been to read most of the break. It only makes sense that some people’s had been to run their mouths.

“God, I fucking hate this town.”

One day real soon, I’m gonna get the fuck out of Hawkins and just… head west with the van filled up with my shit and whatever cash I’ve scraped together by then. Kiss this fucking hole-in-the-wall town goodbye and run free.

Worrying at your lower lip, you sigh. “Shit.” You’re not ashamed. There’s nothing about it to be ashamed of. But it’s small town bullshit like this that makes you want to pull your hair out, tolerance for it degraded by months on a college campus big enough that no one gave a fuck who you were. The anonymity was–is–freeing.

Being back in Hawkins is like getting thrown in a jail cell.

“Shit,” you say again, but louder this time, prompting Christine to give you a warning look. “Sorry.” It’s not that she cares about your vocabulary, but your mother might. And god knows neither of you want her in on this particular chat. “Just–this is so stupid.”

Your sister waves one hand vaguely in the air and you know what she means. Welcome to Hawkins. The camaraderie doesn’t make it any less stifling.

“You can have the keys, if you want.” It’s not abrupt so much as a cool attempt at a distraction. Half-hearted at best, but appreciated all the same. She straightens up and sips at her cooling drink again. “But if you go alone, Mom’ll be on your ass about cutting out on family time.”

You stare at her for a moment, fists pressing harder into the countertop. It’s not that she’s wrong, much as you wish she was, it’s that a family trip to the local dive bar sounds like a goddamn disaster. In part because you’re an adult now, technically, and you’ve been on your own for months and this feels like chaperoning. In part because you love your siblings to death but they look about as much like they belong in the Hideout as your parents do. In part because it’s Eddie, and it’s Corroded Coffin, and the boys will give you shit forever--assuming they’ll even talk to you. In part, too, because just frankly you want time to talk after the set, if he’ll let you have it.

What you’re going to say is a different question entirely. One you haven’t answered yet. (But that’s beside the point.)

Whatever she sees on your face pulls Christine to laughter, shaking her head. “I’m just saying that if I go with you–maybe Vin, too–it’s not a solo thing anymore and she’s more likely to leave you be. We’ll hang out for the set, have some cokes or whatever. And when the band’s done, you can hang out with Eddie as long as you want.”

It sounds mildly patronizing, but you know she doesn’t mean it to. The being out of a car thing is definitely proving to be as much of a pain in the ass as Eddie implied. “It’s not just him, I–”

“You can hang out with the boys too, Y/n. It’s fine.” She looks amused, lips tugging up in a smile all-too-much like your father’s. “You’re rules lawyering.”

“I’m what?”

“Use your context clues.” With another shake of her head, Christine turns and starts to walk towards the living room, calling over her shoulder. “Just think on it, okay? We’ll check with Vin when he gets in.”

As if it’s a given.

It probably is.

Keeping each other’s secrets–though this really doesn’t quite constitute as such–is second nature. As the day progresses and the family unit falls back into place for your mother’s afternoon plans, Christine helps redirect and parry any conversations that may lead to Eddie. She fields questions about her own time at college, about her internship, about boyfriends. She even talks about her cat, Bits, and his perpetual struggle with being left in the care of a doting neighbor. You don’t have to contribute much to help keep the conversations going and your sister is, by far and large, the best.

The fact that you’re not heavily engaged with the adults doesn’t spare you though, as Rosie ropes you into the kids’ side of things, where everything is theoretically easier. It’s vastly composed of talks about Saturday morning cartoons and comic books and Barbie dolls and when they can actually go do something interesting. Soon, you placate them, though the reality of that statement might be jeopardized as your mom announces it’s time for board games.

Your cousins look slightly betrayed. To be fair, you do too, but they’re too young to quite see that. The larger issue, which you immediately point out, is that there’s entirely too many of you for any game of Monopoly or Clue and that the kids are antsy with energy. As if to demonstrate, Donna flops back onto the floor and kicks her little feet.

Aunt Susie looks horrified. You and Christine both giggle, which seems to lessen the tension. Donna sits up and grins at you both.

“I’ll take them to the park,” you offer, hoping the parents will take the bait and leave you to roam for a bit. “That way you guys can play and so can they. It’s a win-win. Everyone’s happy.”

Your mother, for the record, does not look all that happy. She looks ready to protest, in fact, lips parting in the beginnings of a shut-down. The kids, however, don’t even ask for permission. Damn near trampling over one another, they make a mad dash for the entry to find their shoes and coats.

“Mom,” Christine starts, leaning forward with her now room-temperature coffee and giving an easy smile. “It’s a good idea, right? They’ve been itching for something to do since before I got home.”

She’s put out–it’s visible in the set of her jaw–but you’re both right and she knows it. That much is clear, too, as she picks at her cuticles with a well-manicured nail. When she finally looks up, your mother is resigned, but her gaze pans over to her sister. Yours follows; they’re her kids, after all.

“You’ll have them back before dark?” She asks, head tilting just so.

The thought crosses your mind to tell her that Hawkins really isn’t so bad after nightfall, but you catch yourself. It may not have been before, but things have been getting progressively weirder in town since Will Byers was presumed dead. Even with you watching, it’s probably best the kids make it in before dark. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you nod. “Of course.”

With that, you push up from your seat and call “Don’t you dare set foot out that door before I’m back down here, you little rascals.” There’s groans all around, but they’re waiting at the door when you make your way back down the stairs, shoes toed into and jacket thrown on over your sweater.

And that’s that. The five of you end up with the playground vastly to yourselves, though there’s a handful of younger kids running around under the exasperated eyes of older siblings. All things considered, you’re sort of in the best position here. Wind chill is a bitch, to be sure, especially sitting alone on a bench without much by way of distraction, but anything beats the curious glances your family have been sending you all day.

And to be fair, you’re not alone for long. When he settles on the bench next to you, you shift over to make space compulsively, pressing your side a bit harder into the cool metal of the armrest. Only then do you look up and find him looking at you, too.

Gareth’s expression is a complicated thing, made up of resigned warmth with a dash of filthy aggravation–you don’t feel deserving of the former and feel like you’ve more than earned the latter. He’s wrapped up in a red and black checkered jacket, knees exposed to the air through massive rips in his jeans, hair a little longer than when you saw him last. He doesn’t quite smile.

“Hi.” Looking at him is hard, even if you deserve for it to be, and you redirect your gaze to the playground instead, searching for his niece and nephew that are the only rational reason for your friend to be here. Well. Eddie’s friend, at least.

“Long time, no see.”

You spot the kids as the guarded tone of his voice clips you, try not to wince at the ice in it. The Hellfire club is fiercely loyal, though, to each other as a whole but especially to Eddie. It’s always been that way, even before the club existed as it does now. Even when it was just a group of kids who didn’t fit anywhere else. It’s not like you expected a standing ovation or anything, but you’d hoped for something a bit less Chill Touch, at least.

Fingers curl into fists in your lap as you clear your throat, trailing your gaze from Gareth’s family to yours. “How’s Maggie?” Avoiding the obvious questions seems helpful right now, so you stick to it. Not your bravest strategy, but perhaps the best one.

And maybe he agrees, or is at least willing to go easy on you, because the younger boy snorts and gestures to the kids running around the playground. “About to pop, looks like.”

A startled laugh exits your throat, rubbing it raw in the process. “Wait, she’s pregnant again?”

“Twins.” And he mimes a huge arc over his belly, almost smiling as you look at him. Almost. Any sign of it vanishes as he catches your gaze again, expression shifting stoic. There’s a brief moment of quiet before he says “Didn’t know if we’d ever see you back here.”

Okay, so maybe he’s not cutting you a break. It feels deserved nonetheless.

“Mom would kill me if I didn’t come home for break.” Which is the truth, but not all of it. Especially now, it’s hard to deny that it’s more than Eddie you missed in the months away. More than Eddie that you lost in the breakup. Your stomach turns sourly. “Eddie told me about the show tomorrow.”

It’s impossible to miss the way he’s looking at you now, brows furrowed, confused. A bit angry, maybe. He shifts next to you, ankle propping atop his knee as he adjusts the tension in his shoulders. There’s a moment of him clearly trying to steady himself. You let him have it. “You went to see him?”

There it is. You knew it’d be coming. Knew, even, that it would hurt when it did. None of that detracts from the stinging accusation in his voice. Like you committed a war crime, an act of treason. And maybe by friend regulations, you did. Ex-friend. Whatever.

Because I’ve missed you so fucking much the whole time I’ve been gone, but it’s so fucking clear that all I’ve done since I showed up again is make things hard. Maybe you can miss someone and still let them go. Maybe you can love someone and not be right for them.

Maybe I need to let you go.

“Yeah.” It’s lame even by your own standards, but it’s the most you can muster right now. Shoulders tense as your eyes redirect again, away from the allegations in Gareth’s eyes. You count the kids on the playground again. Four cousins. Two little Maggies. Three Putnams. One Bolton. Two kids you don’t recognize at all. Twelve kids. Seven babysitters. Nineteen people on the whole of the playground and somehow you still feel alone. Sharon, the second oldest of your aunt’s children, catches you watching from across the playground and grins wildly, waving. You wave back, plastering a fake smile across your lips until she turns back to her siblings and begins to dart around again.

“He didn’t tell us you were here.”

It’s hard to know if this is an accusation, an insult, or an attempt at kindness. It feels safe to assume it’s the first, but you hope desperately for the last. Without any real clarity, you offer “I guess that’s not surprising.”

He nods, just the once, curls bouncing with it. Fingers drum endlessly on the bony expanse of his kneecap. There’s something antsy about the way he moves, more than just his usual high-strung energy. Like he’s working through something. That makes sense, too.

Maybe is still the worst word in the English language, that hasn’t changed, but it’s applicable here. Because maybe, just maybe, you’re feeling a little brave. Or maybe a little stupid. “Do you hate me?”

The breath he lets out is slow, tense, like he’s been holding it and you didn’t notice. Maybe he was. There’s no way to know now. But his fingers keep tapping away and you focus your energy on trying to identify the rhythm instead of the weight of his silence. Before you left, you went to almost every show. Unless it’s something new, you should know it.

Admittedly, it’s hard to focus.

He breathes in like he forgot to do that too, and it’s then that you realize this is probably just as hard for everyone else involved as it is for you and Eddie. Or at least kind of. You may not have been Hellfire, but you spent years with them. Grew up together in some ways. With your less than graceful departure from their lives, there’s sure to be some hard feelings.

“No,” Gareth says finally, but he doesn’t sound happy about it. “But you gotta understand, when you… left,” he says it like there’s quotation marks around it, like there’s another word he wants to use in its stead, but doesn’t feel like he can, “things got real shitty for a while. For everybody. You didn’t exactly get away clean or anything.”

Which, honestly, is true. There’s no cleaning it up to make that a prettier move than it was. At the end of the day, it was messy. Clumsy. Cowardly. Not exactly your brightest moment. “I’m sorry I didn’t–” What? Say goodbye? As if that’s the worst thing you did. His face tells you he’s thinking the same thing and you let the words die off in your throat. The scramble for new ones doesn’t end up particularly fruitful. “I’m just sorry.”

You’re expecting a half-assed response, a ‘yeah’ or a noncommittal shrug. You’re expecting something less cutting than what you get, which is a side-glance and “You tell him that?”

“Yeah,” comes your unsteady answer, and you’re surprised to find the hot prickle of tears behind your eyes. Now more than ever, you try to press them back and down. The last thing anyone needs is you crying at the playground, for fuck’s sake. “But maybe not like I should’ve.”

Like he expected it, Gareth nods. His eyes move to the kids again for a moment, scanning unhurriedly for his sister’s kids. You can tell when he finds them because something in his features softens almost imperceptibly, the faintest hint of sentiment gleaming behind them. For all the shit he talks while on babysitting duty, the kid’s a great uncle. Peals of Rosie’s laughter heave themselves through the air towards you, calming any worry in your own chest. About that at least.

“He deserves better than the shit you pulled.” He’s still not looking at you, and there’s a strange moment of discomfort in that. Surely it would have been harder to be looking him in the eyes as he delivered that blow, right? The tightness in your chest seems to disagree. “You had a lot of power there, and you fucked it up.” A pause, fingers still drumming. Something about his face looks distant, like he’s trying to figure out how much to tell you. “I sort of think the new kids are the only thing that kept him, like, steady.”

Shame blooms hot in your chest and there goes that prickle of tears again. It’s your turn to look away, staring intently at the fluorescent yellow of the slide just as one of the Putnam kids emerges from the mouth, giggling wildly. You think back to that afternoon in the trailer, to the freshman who looked at Eddie like he hung the fucking moon, to the affection in your ex-boyfriend’s voice when he talked about them.

He may have saved them from the depths of high school mediocrity, but it looks like they saved him from the aftershocks of your departure. Fondness for them grows in the pit of your chest, untouched by the flickers of shame and guilt. Or perhaps growing because of them.

“How bad?”

Finally he looks at you again, eyes pinning you in place like a butterfly. You couldn’t move if you wanted to. “That’s not really my story to tell.” But there’s something in the downward pull of his lips that tells you it was bad enough.

So you take a breather, look down at your hands folded tight in your lap, clenching so fiercely that you can see the white of your knuckles. It’s funny because before this exact second, you’d been oblivious to how badly your body tensed up. Shoulders up by your ears, hunched. Hands pinched together. Ankles locked around one another underneath the bench, barely moving. It takes a concentrated effort to relax, slowly and consciously releasing each and every muscle. Hoping the feelings will go with it.

If only you could be so lucky.

“Melanie–” Gareth’s voice draws you out of your reverie, though it’s clearly not directed at you. There’s the faintest hint of a paternal edge to it, his features slotted into something serious but not mean. The little girl in question, all blonde curls and big blue eyes, looks up with a start. “Don’t push your brother.” She goes to say something and seems to think better of it, little mouth twisting into something annoyed. Even she knows better than to fight back when she’s been caught red-handed. “Do it again and we’re going home.”

Melanie withdraws her hands from her brother’s shoulders, frown turning pouty, and heaves a sigh. Her brother, for his part, doesn’t seem that upset, just smiles at Gareth and then turns to stare after his older sister for a moment as she starts walking.

Flopping his arm over the back of the bench, Gareth shakes his head. “Brats, the both of them,” but there’s no heat to it.

You laugh just a little, and it’s less painful with the tension gone than it would have been otherwise: you can just sense it. “I know the feeling.” Not allowing yourself the time to fumble over it or second-guess, you push onward. “Do you think I should skip out on the show tomorrow?”

Christine would say no but she’s your sister and therefore biased. Gareth knows the whole scenario better. He stayed when you didn’t, not that he really had a choice in the matter. He chews on his lip for a moment, seemingly thinking. “You already told him you’re coming?”

“Yeah.” Twice now. Emphasized it, in fact. And Eddie went out of his way to try to enable you–or at least implied that he would.

He nods again, processing. Lips part and snap closed quickly like he’s thought better of saying something and it’s a few seconds again before he settles on anything more palatable. “Y’gonna cut and run at the end of the week like you did last time?” Before you left, he would’ve called you a chicken shit. That would’ve stung less.

Your gut tugs desperately with the question, though you can’t bring yourself to be mad at him for it. No, comes your initial thought, but you take a minute to really evaluate. Lying doesn’t help anything, even if sometimes you wish you were better at it. This isn’t one of those times. He at least does you the kindness of averting his eyes while you think, seemingly nonplussed by your lack of immediate response.

Taptaptap go his fingers against his kneecap, the other hand adding an additional layer of the beat to the back of the bench. Finally, it clicks into place. Ratt. You hadn’t even realized the question of the song was still lingering in your mind until this moment, and yet–something in you eases.

I know you only want romance I'll give you all that I can If you'll give me just one chance To prove myself and my love

There’s an urge to laugh that you have to fight back. “No. I’m gonna do it right this time.”

His tapping stops as your moment of quiet is broken. It’s impossible to ignore the fact that he’s looking at you appraisingly once again, but this time you meet it as openly as you can. No guards up, no hesitation. Just you.

“Guess you better be there, then.” Finally, finally, he gives you a hint of a real smile. “Not sure how Jeff and Scotty are gonna take it, though.”

That’s a whole other bridge to cross, yeah. “Should I… give them a call?”

Gareth barks out a laugh. “That’s one way to try it, sure.”

“You got a better idea?”

“Actually, yeah.” His grin gets a bit wicked, familiar in a way that both makes you glad to be back and worried about what’s to come. “How long are you on babysitting duty?”

I know this chapter was a bit (severely) light on actual Eddie content, but I feel like it is well and truly necessary to the progression of the rest of the story. (AKA: the Reader really needs a good fucking bop on the head and this is the start of one.) The next part will definitely have more Eddie in it, as the current plan is to cover the gig at the Hideout and some other things!

As always, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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