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endlessthxxghts · 2 months

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Time of The Month

New boyfriend!Frankie Morales x afab!gn!reader

Summary: You had a date planned tonight, but your monthly visitor makes an early appearance, wreaking bloody havoc on your plans. W/C: 1k (wow, I'm sticking to my celebration rules for once?) Content warnings: Pics are for aesthetic purposes only!! Mature content, but purely fluff and comfort! Mention of reader having period, but no use of any pronouns or physical or feminine descriptors. Santi gets mentioned! Frankie calls you "cariño" and "baby." Some kissing. Honestly, I think that's it! Please let me know if I missed anything. BLOG RULES MAKE THIS 18+! MDNI.

A/N: This is my response to this request made by @sawymredfox in regard to my 1k follower celebration! I hope this gives you all the fluff and comfort you were hoping for!🥹 Also, shoutout to @javierpena-inatacvest for picking out the pictures above — it matches the comfort vibe perfectly. Thank you, bestie, I love you.💚 Anywho, I hope you enjoy. I'd love to hear what ya guys think. All my love. Xx

MASTERLIST || L'S 1K CELEBRATION

You and Frankie have been seeing each other, officially, for a few months now. And even though you two were friends for a little bit of time before that, there was still a charge of attraction then. So, really, your entire relationship started in the talking stage. So, yeah, your guys’ relationship is relatively new, which is why he’s shaking like a leaf at the prospect of letting himself into your home without you giving him the approval to do so—even if you told him so many times before that it was okay. But when you didn’t answer your phone for the third time in a row, he knew something was off, especially since you two had a little date planned in a few hours.

Putting in the code to your garage—no, he doesn’t have a key…yet—he makes his way through, hitting the button inside to watch it fall shut before he actually enters your home. He’s met with complete silence: all lights off, the television off, no sign of life anywhere.

He calls out your name, voice filled with anxiety. A beat passes, and no answer. He walks deeper inside, slowly making his way to the living room. “Cariño?” He calls out. Still, no answer. He really doesn’t want to invade your privacy like this, but part of him can’t just sit in the unknown. Not when his partner is the most communicative person he’s ever met in his life. No, something is really wrong.

He makes his way to your bedroom. The door is shut, but not all the way—enough for Frankie to see your dimly lit space and smell a plethora of essential oils coming from your room. He gives your door a slight knock before entering, and the view he’s met with sends him in absolute shambles. You’re curled up in your bed, fetal position, cocooned in a thick blanket, and your arms are wrapped around something—holding it tight to your lower belly. A heating pad, he thinks.

Your bedside table houses a glass of water, some painkillers, and some chocolate. Then, it clicks.

You’re on your period.

It’s not like Frankie has never experienced a person being on their period before, and it’s not like he hasn’t seen you on your period before (just last month—duh!). But he has never seen you like this. So weak and fragile. So in pain. God, he hates seeing you in any kind of pain. He would take it all away if he could.

The only reason he’s nervous is because he knows every person who gets their period is different; their needs are different. Unique. Some prefer the warm embrace of another at all times, others prefer complete solitude. Frankie was still learning what you were like during your time of the month, and he just wants to be as accommodating as possible for you. He doesn’t want to make you upset, ever, and definitely not when you’re in such a vulnerable state—ready to either cry or rip him a new asshole. Whatever he would have to experience, though, he would endure it, for you.

Scooting closer to the side of the bed you’re laying on, he slowly kneels, his broad hand feeling your forehead. Warm and a slight layer of sweat from your cocoon and your heat pack. You stir at his touch. “Cariño,” he whispers, trying to get you aware of his presence.

Your eyebrows furrow, a little pout forming, not wanting to wake up. Frankie softly laughs to himself. He brings his face closer to yours, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Baby,” he says a little louder this time, still unbelievably gentle.

One eye slowly peels open, the other following suit. “Frankie?” you say with uncertainty, your voice thick with sleep. Your hand leaves its hold on your heat pack to rub the fatigue out of your eyes.

“Hi, honey,” he whispers, his thumb mindlessly caressing your face wherever he can reach.

“B-baby, what are you doing here? I-” you gasp. “Oh, fuck! Baby!” You immediately rip the blanket off of you, scrambling to get yourself to sit up. “Baby, our date! What time is it? I must’ve fallen asleep- I- I’m sor-”

Standing a little taller now on one knee, Frankie stands between your legs, both his hands finding their homes on your cheeks, pulling you to look at him—to ground you. He kisses your nose, a soft say of your name to get your attention.

“Cariño, breathe, it’s okay, we’re okay,” he says softly. “We planned for 7, baby, it’s 5:30.”

He feels your body start to relax, a soft sigh of relief fanning his cheeks. “Oh,” you whisper.

“The question is, though,” he asks, one hand leaving your cheek to rest across your lower belly. “Do you feel okay enough to even leave the house?”

You track his hand before you meet his eyes. “...not really,” you admit.

“That’s oka-”

Cutting him off with a thick sigh, “I’m so sorry, baby, I just ruined tonight. My period has been wonky lately. I was supposed to start tomorrow, but it ended up being a murder scene a few hours ago, and I’ve been in pain ever since. I didn’t even realize how hard I knocked out-”

He pulls your face into his, your lips meeting each other in a soft embrace, stopping your brain from the 5k marathon it was currently running. He pulls away, your cheeks completely hot under his gaze, Frankie mirroring your bashfulness. “I- I’m sorry, I just-” he lets out a breathy laugh. “I don’t need you overthinking with me, cariño. I promise it’s okay. As long as I’m with you, I really don’t care what we’re doing. Okay?”

“Okay,” you respond, eyes tearing up at how sweet your boyfriend is.

“I just want you. I just need you. Nothing else,” he angles your head down to kiss your forehead. “Now what’s my baby craving? I’ll go get it.”

“No-” you immediately reply, clearing your throat to suppress your eager response. “No… just. I don’t want you to leave me.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his kneeling form flush against your sitting one.

“Okay, baby. I’ll just get it delivered then. Pretty sure Santi isn’t doing anything besides being an asshole,” he says, laughing into your neck. “Wanna bother him?”

“Fuck yeah,” you laugh. Frankie beams at the sound.

“¿Qué quieres comer?” What do you want to eat?

“Mmm, can we get…” you trail off, a little shy to indulge. He’s probably hungry and wanting a real meal like what your original plan was for, but here you are, craving nothing but junk and snacks to satiate you tonight.

“Hm? Fries and a chocolate frosty? You want pickles, too, huh? Maybe some mashed potatoes?”

Oh my God. You’re going to fucking marry this man.

“…yes.”

Frankie pulls away from you with a smirk, reaching for his phone to dial up Santi.

Huh. Maybe he already does know you—especially during this time of the month.

End note - I hope this was okay!🥹 There are a few more requests for me to do as part of my celebration!! I'm sorry if it seems like I'm dragging them out lol! Not my intention at all, just trying to balance my excitement with the neediness of school😩 lolol but anyway, I love you all SO MUCH thank you for your endless love.💚

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smooth-perceval · 4 months

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“Merry Christmas wherever you are.”

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Reader attempts at soothing their child- and when all fails she calls the one man they both need.

Warnings: Self-Doubt, fluff, Google translate, Charles being cute, not every Christmassy… NO PROOF READ!!

Key: Y/N (your name) Y/L/N (your last name) Juliette (Yours and Charles kids name) Jules (her nickname)

Word count: 744

A/N: I’m sorry… I didn’t stick to my schedule I really have a bad timing issue- infact schedule issue. Sorryyyy! But to make up for it I got some good fics coming 👀

Or so I think are good. Also sorry this isn’t as Christmassy…

I wanted to cry, I was on the verge of tears and crawling into a corner… Juliette had no way of settling- in fact she was practically screaming the house down.

The one thing I didn’t want to do was call for help- because I’m her mother I can do this… but yet I still found myself picking the phone up and dialling the one man I need right now.

“mon chéri? You okay?” (My darling) A panicked Charles picked up the line before the first ring, and if Juliette wasn’t screaming so loud I probably would’ve sat and twirled my hair at how cute he is.

As soon as I heard the words ‘you okay’ I bursted into tears along with our baby. “Charles I don’t know what to do… she won’t stop crying!” Taking heavy breaths I gently placed my hand onto of Juliette’s tummy trying to soothe her.

“Chérie… breathe- take some deep- just one minute.” (Darling) I heard him rustling around and a door click shut on the other end of the call, he must’ve had to run away from the team for my breakdown… gosh do I feel like the worst mother and partner…

“Let me FaceTime you-” sniffling I moved the phone away answering Charles FaceTime call.

“hé ma jolie fille…” (hey, my pretty girl), even though he was across the waters- seeing his face washed a sense of relief over me… and oddly enough Juliette’s cries got quieter slowly- crazy huh, her fathers voice is the answer to both our prayers.

“I’m so sorry… I know your busy- I just I don’t know what to do…” sniffling once again I looked down at Juliette who was also sniffling… eyes opening and closing slowly proving to me she is tired yet has been fighting it this whole time. “Family always comes first how many times do I tell you this.”

“I know I just feel like a terrible mother I can’t soothe my own child…” and now I’m setting off again, tears rolling down my cheeks- lip quivering. Which also to my expense set Juliette back off.

“Y/N you’re the most perfect mother- Our Juliette is so lucky to have such a perfect woman in her life. Now stop doubting yourself, okay?” Nodding slowly I wiped away my tears taking another deep breath. “show me our gorgeous girl.” Smiling a little I turned the camera so they can both see each other.

“Hé mon bébé!” (Hey my baby!)

And just like that she calmed back down again, her dad has that effect on us both I guess. “I’ll be home soon princesse.” (Princess)

The most adorable yawn escaped her tiny body, legs and arms both kicking up and down and the smile back on her face. “Now’s time for you to sleep Jules… no more crying. Go to sleep princesse.” (Princess)

My finger danced over her face delicately, and soon she was falling asleep. “bébé?” (Baby?)

Humming I turned the camera back around, relief washed all over my face. “I’ve got to go now mon amour… are you going to be okay?” (My love) Looking down at Jules who was practically in a slumber, eyes opening every now and then. I paused for a moment, before taking a deep breath and nodding at Charles. I’ve got this- I’m her Mother, I’ve got this.

“I’ll be okay… thank you.” Lying back on the bed I looked at the FaceTime, hand resting on Juliette’s belly once again. “Don’t thank me… I’m sorry I’m not home for Christmas, especially the first as a family.” Sighing he moved the screen closer to himself. “Just means we get two huh?” Smiling a little I leaned forward kissing the camera of my phone. “I love you Charles Leclerc, come home to us soon.” Smiling a little at him, his eyes seemed to well just a little, a small sight of tears. “As soon as I can mon chéri… I love you more.” (My darling)

Then the screen went off, and silence engulfed the room… Juliette’s soft snores were the only thing heard.

And when the silence becomes a soothing lullaby, and the twinkling of the Christmas decorations become a trace, I placed a gentle kiss to my fingers- waving it off into the air. “Merry Christmas, wherever you are.”

Little did me and Jules know- our favourite person was waiting on a flight home and would be here when we wake, our Christmas miracle.

#f1 imagine #formula one imagine #imagine #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc #dad!charles leclerc #12 days of christmas

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metalheads-trash-bin · 4 months

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Hello everyone! My name is Toby, I’m a beginner writer and love to make shit uber realistic for readers. Here’s all the info about my stuff!

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Key:

Ships

Notices

Warnings

Fandoms

Baseline importance

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So far I have three fanfics, a fourth is on the way.

All of my fics will be linked down below! They are wips, so please be patient. Each has their own schedule so make sure to read!

All fanfics will have nsfw, and I don’t mean the basic “stick penis in hole” shit. I mean detailed, loving, and non vanilla nsfw.

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TROLLS:

The first one is my all time fav: Fliff! It goes into Floyd’s trauma, his healing, and realistic dynamics between the characters. This fanfic will be updated twice a week, it used to be updated every day but that’s not survivable long term for me ^^

The second one is Breek! Creek is in no way infantilized in this fanfic. I look at things in a psychological aspect and make damn well sure he’s not babygirlified. This fic goes into Creek’s trauma, Branch’s trauma, allll the trauma, a bunch of healing, and a little bit of angst. It’s updated whenever I feel, but it won’t be abandoned or rarely touched!

The third one is John Dory x Reader! In this it talks about JD’s trauma, some headcanons of his diagnostics, and a bunch of intimate stuff and heart to heart stuff. He is not glamorized in this fic, instead he’s recovering and in therapy. He also has a smallll teeny weeny alcohol issue, but he’s in therapy for that as well! The reader is a trans male, fat L if you can’t handle that. <3 It’s updated whenever I feel just like the Breek fic, but it won’t be abandoned or rarely touched!

The fics are interconnected, so if you see a ship or lore that’s in one of them, assume it’ll be mentioned or involved in the other!

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CREEPYPASTA:

I am currently working on ideas for a rework of a Jeff x reader fic I read. It had a really nice plot but the execution was absolutely horrendous + it was abandoned. I’ll type more info as I update!

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Where else you can contact me or see my content:

Insta: _.metalheads.trash.bin._

Twitter: _mhs_trash_bin_

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And with that…

!!Release the hounds!!

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Summary:

Floyd is forced into therapy after Branch takes him to his annual checkup since he's staying with him.

Branch's reason for sending him being that he notices Floyd's facade of "being fine" and totally not traumatized even toward a doctor. This leads to him sitting in therapy, which in turn gives him homework. Whats the first assignment you ask?

Making friends besides your brothers and Poppy.

Who better than Barb, the queen of rock, as a starting point??

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It was the last few weeks of fall, Branch heading to the forest to get the final harvest for the season. There were rumors of an animal lurking around the farm, he didn't realize that that animal was a familiar face.

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You're a metal/rock troll starting a new life in Pop Village. During one of your bonding activities with Branch, you notice a large creature in the meadow.

Why not pay the owner a visit??

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PS. I have a shit ton of playlists on Spotify of ships, characters, and more! Check em out down below~

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semisgroupie · 4 months

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LOVELESS

rin itoshi x fem. reader

wc: 4.9k

warnings/contents: slow burn (kinda not really), strangers to lovers, unprotected sex, very soft sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, oral sex, l-bombs, mutual orgasm, casual rin and shidou bickering, isagi being a wingman, rin is guarded bc of an unnamed ex, spit, praise, slight overstimulation

synopsis: rin thought he would never be able to open his heart to love, it all quickly changed when you stumbled into his life

a/n: this is for my love @blueparadis for snow’s christmas gift exchange!! i have never been so excited to receive a random pick and i really hope you love this piece, my love

Rin never thought he could open his heart to love someone. He never thought someone could love him. These were thoughts that he held true to his heart.

Yes there were people that were interested in him, people that wanted some of the fame and fortune that came with the role of being Rin Itoshi’s partner. He was aware of their intentions before they could make it known and quickly shut down any possibility of interest on his end. There were some people that genuinely wanted to be with him, genuinely wanted to be his lover with no ulterior motives but he turned them down as well. As a pro soccer player, he had no time for love.

Well, he did have the time for it, he just convinced himself that he wasn’t deserving of it.

The one time he could say he loved someone, his heart got crushed into a million pieces. He never wanted to experience that feeling again, he never wanted to feel vulnerable. So, he cut off anything that could ever be remotely romantic.

But there was a side of him that wanted to know what it was like to love someone and have them love you back. He wanted to know the joys of having someone by your side to support you through thick and thin. He wanted to open his heart again but that nagging voice in the back of his mind overpowered everything.

His teammates were aware of everything. Even though Rin kept his heart and feelings sheltered, there were telltale signs of how he felt. They noticed the way his eyes lingered whenever he saw a husband and wife push a baby carriage along the street. They noticed the longing expression on his face when they were greeted by their partners while he was on the side. So, they decided that if he wasn’t going to put himself out there, then they would do it for him.

That was what started the series of failed blind dates. Each of his teammates and friends had someone to set him up with and he was able to find a flaw in every single person. The closest success story was surprisingly Shidou’s pick, an editor that Shidou used to go to school with. Rin enjoyed his conversation with her over dinner and some drinks and he believed that everything was going perfect. Then she started nagging about her ex that Rin somehow reminded her of and any flame of hope quickly burned out. When he reported the news of the date to his teammates they all decided that matchmaker wasn’t the role for them.

It was another day of practice before a big match. Rin was hitting perfect marks as usual and solely focused on getting better. After practice Shidou strung his arm over his teammates shoulders, “so I was thinking, why don’t we go drink? Some of the other guys already want to go and I’m not taking no for an answer.” Rin rolled his eyes and moved Shidou’s arm off of him, “if you already planned on dragging me there, why bother asking me?” Shidou shrugged and laughed as he walked into the locker room.

Rin hated going out for drinks. Shidou always got too rowdy along with Bachira and he would always end up babying them. Or he would get stopped by drunk fans who wanted as many photos as they could possibly get from him and he didn’t want the smell of their cheap booze sticking to his clothes. But Shidou was persistent and knew where he lived (and somehow had a spare key), so he couldn’t just hide away in his penthouse.

He showered and drove straight home to get ready for the night. He rummaged through his closet, taking out a black silk shirt, jeans and casual dress shoes. He styled his hair just slightly and left a few buttons open before slipping on a silver chain. He looked at himself in the mirror then went to grab his go-to cologne and spritzed it on before his phone went off. It was a text from Shidou telling him the address of the club and to hurry, the message just made him roll his eyes as he put his phone away and grabbed his wallet and keys before leaving.

After a short drive he parked in the parking lot of the bar he often frequented with the rest of his team and friends. He got out of the car and walked inside to see Shidou and Bachira down four shots one after another. “There’s the golden boy! Come on and drink.” Shidou’s words were slightly slurred and he made his way over, greeting everyone else that was there.

The time passed with nonsensical banter and drinks and more people started to filter in. Rin leaned against the wall near the booth where everyone else was sitting and looked around. He saw too many familiar faces of the locals that frequented the place and then turned his attention back to the conversation at hand. He nodded along, not paying much mind to what was being said and his eyes still wandered whenever he saw the door open. “Well I think the golden boy here might just end up alone and single forever if he keeps going the way he’s going. I set him up with a nice girl a few weeks ago and that failed.”

Rin rolled his eyes and narrowed them at Shidou, “if you actually listened to what I said then you’d understand why it didn’t go well, you antennaed freak. She started talking about her ex and how I reminded her of him and it was a pain to deal with, just like how you’re a pain to deal with. Now I’m going to get another drink.”

With that he moved from his position and headed back to the bar counter, leaning against it while he looked around. The door opened again and for once he didn’t recognize the people that walked through. Well he did recognize two of them, just not you. His eyes followed the group and when you looked over, he quickly snapped his head back to the barkeep. After a few moments he looked back and saw where you had gone to sit. He felt like a creep for staring so much but there was just something that kept pulling him back. It’s like you had some magnetic force around you that just kept attracting him.

He got a new drink and looked over as you got up from your seat and headed to the other end of the counter, watching as you ordered some drinks for your friends and yourself. He sipped his drink and furrowed his eyebrows when the bartender came back and set down a shot then pointed to you. He looked down at the glass then looked over at you as you smiled then made your way over to him, leaning against the counter as you stood in front of him.

“You know, it’s pretty rude to stare at someone for so long and not even think about approaching them. But I’m assuming you must be deathly shy so I wanted to come and break the ice a little. I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out to him and he took your hand in his to shake it. Your skin felt soft and he smelled the hints of your perfume. “I’m Rin and I’m not deathly shy but thank you for the drink.” You raised an eyebrow at his reply and smiled, “really? So you just eye down every single person that walks into this bar? Kinda creepy if you ask me.” You joked and he cracked a smile. It felt different to have a genuine reaction to someone and it felt good to know that he didn’t have to force anything.

More drinks came and the conversation flowed between you two effortlessly. He quickly forgot about everyone he was with and you did the same. He learned a lot about you, you just moved to the city for your new job, you’re a writer just waiting for your big break and the best news of all: you’re single. It was the best time he was having in a really long time, everything flowed naturally and he couldn’t get enough of you.

But all good things come to an end.

One of your friends came up and pulled you away, you quickly apologized to Rin and he went back to the rest of the guys. Shidou was practically blackout drunk and he sighed as he got closer, it meant that he had to go take Shidou home. “I’m gonna take this one back home, it was good seeing you guys.” He offered everyone a small smile and hooked Shidou’s arm over one of his shoulders and helped drag him out of the bar. As he started driving, he cursed himself and Shidou, he should’ve found a way to get your number or some social media but it was too late. But someone else was already on the move for him.

You were talking with your friends about the cute guy you were chatting up when someone approached the table. You looked up at him and you were met with bright blue eyes. “Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt. I’m Isagi, one of Rin’s friends and I noticed how you two were talking for quite a while and knowing him, I’m sure he didn’t get any contact information from you before helping our friend back home. If you don’t mind, can I get your number and send it to him? I understand if it’s weird to ask this but he looked interested and I have never seen that expression on his face.” You thought about it for a moment before holding your hand out for his phone, you typed your number down and handed it back to him. “Make sure he texts me soon, I’d really like to see him again.”

Rin got the message containing your phone number as he was driving home and he almost lost control of the wheel. He felt nervous but also felt excited. There was something new that he was going to explore and he wasn’t sure what the outcome would be. But he could say that he was looking forward to whatever memories he could make with you.

When he stopped at a red light he quickly added your number to his contacts and sent you a quick message, apologizing for not asking for your number himself. You replied fairly quickly and the conversation continued fully when he got home.

As the days passed, text messages and voice notes turned to phone calls that lasted for hours on end, which then turned to FaceTime calls which finally led to the planning of an actual date.

Rin felt more nervous than he ever felt in his life as the days winded down. He always hated the thought of a first date, they were always awkward and uncomfortable. He bought a bouquet of flowers that he had the florist arrange and you looked stunning. The nerves that were buzzing throughout his body quickly faded and the date went by smoothly. He had never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly and he started to enjoy the feeling of it. He was looking forward to seeing you more and he was looking forward to what the future would hold for the both of you.

But there was still something holding him back.

After the fourth date he officially asked you to be his girlfriend. Since then you two have enjoyed being with each other. He looked forward to games knowing that you would be in the stands, wearing his jersey and cheering him on. You looked forward to his days off because you two would watch movies and eat junk food (you mostly ate it while trying to convince him to eat some), go to museums, try new restaurants and other things. The days and the months passed fairly quickly and before you knew it, you two were reaching the six month mark.

He had planned the day out, he had gotten you an outfit and took you to your favorite art museum then took you to your favorite restaurant for dinner. He had also rented out a movie theater and had them prepare your favorite movie. Well, that was what he had planned.

Everything was going smoothly. He took you to the museum and had dinner with you. While you were on your way to the movie theater, you two were talking and you blurted out those three special words. He was taken completely off guard when they left your lips and he froze in place. You looked at him and furrowed your eyebrows. “Rin? What’s wrong? I mean, you don’t have to say it back now but I just want you to know that I love you.” His heart banged against his chest and he let go of your hand. More confusion painted your face and he shook his head. “I-uh, I think we should just stop now. I can take you home if you want but I can’t continue.” He was unsure of the words that left him but his mouth just kept moving as if it was separated from his body.

Your heart felt like it was crumbling. “Are you breaking up with me?” You felt tears brim your eyes but you blinked them away. Pain swelled in your chest along with another feeling that you just couldn’t describe yet. “I just think we should slow down, this is too much at once.” You scoffed before you could realize it and took a step back. “Slow down? Too much at once? We’ve been together for six months and this is just how I feel. I don’t know what happened to you in a past relationship but that’s not me. I’m not them. I noticed you were cautious as if you were walking over a broken bridge while you’ve been with me but I can’t fix that. I wish I could but I can’t. You know, I have loved every second I’ve spent with you Rin but if you want to end things over me telling you my honest feelings, then we shouldn’t be together. If you want it to be over then it’s over, I’ll take myself home.”

You turned away from him and started walking, you didn’t want to give him the time to try to convince you or talk you out of something. When you felt like you were far enough you looked over to hail a cab and as the ride started, you let the tears spill from your eyes. Your heart felt like it was broken and you couldn’t believe it, everything was going perfectly with Rin and in an instant, the perfect image shattered. You just couldn’t wait to go home and wallow in self pity.

On the other hand, Rin was still frozen in place as you left. He wanted to go after you, he wanted to apologize and most of all, he wanted to tell you that he loves you too. But he couldn’t do it, you were gone by the time he could finally move. So he just started walking back to his car and so conveniently, rain started to come down. He didn’t bother to run or move faster so he could hide from the rain, he accepted it. The rain could mask the tears that began to spill from his eyes. He finally got inside of his car and he started driving. As he drove he thought about your words, you weren’t wrong. He was holding himself back and was very much aware of it. He hesitated to do things with you because he didn’t want to be vulnerable but he didn’t think it would lead to this.

You’ve been the best thing in his life and you just slipped through his fingertips. And he did absolutely nothing. That was what frustrated him more than anything, he knew how he felt about you and he just brought the end of your relationship. He was about halfway home before he started to drive into the direction of where you lived. He pressed on the gas a little faster and tapped his fingers against the wheel. He didn’t know what he was going to do when he finally saw you but he had to do something.

He parked nearby and ran to your building, luckily someone was on their way inside and was able to get in and ran up the stairs to your floor. He ran to your door and banged his fist against it. He couldn’t even guarantee if you’d open the door for him but he just hoped you would.

After a few minutes you opened the door, wearing one of the shirts you stole from him and you furrowed your eyebrows when you saw him. He was completely soaked from the rain and his breathing was heavy. “What are you doing here? What happened to you? Come inside before you get sick.” Even though your heart ached, you couldn’t drop all your feelings towards him in an hour. You opened the door more to let him in and once he walked inside, you shut the door. You went into your linen closet and grabbed a towel for him and handed it to him. He watched you closely the entire time, you looked so cute in his clothes and it made him feel a little better knowing that you still wanted to have something to do with him, even if it’s something minor.

You looked at him and saw that his eyes looked a little puffy and red. There was no way he could’ve been crying. You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against the nearest wall as you waited for him to say something.

He took a deep breath and licked his lips, “I don’t know what happened earlier. There’s no excuse for my reaction earlier but I do have to say that you’re right. I have been guarded and I built a wall. The last time I fell in love with someone, they used me for my reputation and wanted to build themselves up, then they decided to cheat on me with another professional athlete. I was with them for almost two years and it fucking hurt. I know you’re not like them, you’re genuine, you’re not afraid to show yourself and your true emotions. Do you know what I love most about you? I love how your entire face lights up whenever you see something you like, even if it’s for something small like one of your favorite songs or a commercial you really like. It never fails to put a smile on my own face. From the moment I met you, I felt this connection to you and I have never felt such love towards someone before. I love you, I love you so much and it hurts me to know I hurt you. If you want to kick me out, if you never want to hear or see me again, I understand. I just want you to know, I love you and I’m sorry.”

To say you were taken aback wouldn’t be able to describe how you were feeling. You couldn’t think of what to say so you let your actions speak for yourself. You took a step closer to him and gripped his wet shirt in your hand and brought him closer to you until you could smash your lips against his. He instinctively brought you closer to him as you two kissed, it was rough and passionate, both of you conveying all of your emotions into it. He kept you close to him, it was as if he loosened his grip on you, he would lose you again.

Finally you broke the kiss to catch your breath and you lifted your hands to cup his face. “Your clothes are soaked, we should get you out of them.” Your words also had an alternate meaning that he quickly picked up on. He lifted his shirt off and dropped it on the floor then looked at you, “your clothes are wet too, I don’t want you getting sick on me.” You nodded and mimicked his earlier actions, all you wore underneath the shirt was panties, so your chest was on full display for him.

He felt his cock twitch at the sight of your tits and groaned. He felt them over your shirt in the past during a heated makeout session but seeing them was completely different. He moved his hands up from your hips and cupped your breasts before gently massaging them. “So beautiful.” He mumbled under his breath and you let out little whines and whimpers. Each sound that came from you made his cock twitch and ache more and more. But he couldn’t do more like this, he wanted to do it properly.

He leaned down and tapped your thighs, “jump.” You jumped up and wrapped your arms and legs around him while he held onto the globes of your ass. He started walking to your bedroom while you peppered kisses along his jaw and neck. Once he was inside your bedroom, he laid you on your bed and started trailing kisses down your body, nipping and sucking at your skin until he reached the waistband of your panties. He looked up at you as he hooked his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled them down, kissing down your hip and legs until your panties hit the floor. He kissed up your legs and kept your legs spread with his hands until he reached your pussy. “So pretty.” He groaned and leaned in to lick a stripe up your slit, keeping his eyes on you as he did so.

He groaned against your slit before diving in, eating you out like a man starved. His fingers pressed into your thighs as his tongue alternated from your clit to your entrance. You writhed and moaned his name as he continued his assault with his tongue and moved one hand down to his hair, lightly tugging on the strands. He pulled away for air for a moment, a string of saliva connecting his bottom lip to your slit and he licked it away. “You taste better than anything I’ve ever had, baby.” He moved his hands to each side of your pussy and used his thumb to spread your lips, he watched how you clenched around nothing then leaned in close to spit on your pussy before going back in. His cock throbbed and he couldn’t help but start grinding against your bed for some relief.

You wanted to tell him that you wanted to make him feel good too but you were consumed by pleasure and the look in his eyes told you that this moment was all about you. You brought your hand back to his hair and threaded your fingers in the strands before you started to grind against his face. He dipped his tongue into you and his nose brushed against your clit with each thrust of your hips. Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled back. “Rin—fuck! I’m close.” Your words came through bated breaths and he continued to tongue fuck you. You clenched around his tongue and arched your back completely off the bed as you came undone. Your legs trembled around his head and he didn’t let up. He continued to help you ride out your orgasm and once you relaxed completely he pulled up. Your juices and his saliva coated his lips and chin and he panted.

His bright eyes had darkened with lust and his cock throbbed. “Can I please fuck you?” He reached down to grip his cock over his pants and your eyes followed. “Fuck me Rin, I need you.” You bit your lip and he quickly shed the rest of his clothes. His cock was hard and throbbed as it was exposed to the air. He lined his cock with your entrance and dropped his head to spit on your pussy before sliding into you. He gripped the sheets next to your body tightly and gritted his teeth as he pushed more of his cock into you.

When he bottomed out he leaned down to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he started thrusting. His movements were slow and methodical, he wasn’t just fucking you, he was making love to you. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours as he thrusted. “I’m sorry for making you cry. I’m sorry for making you doubt my love for you. I’ll never do that again for as long as I live. You mean too much to me, you’re my light in the darkness, you’re my beautiful flower, you’re the air that I breathe. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He whispered his words as he continued to thrust, he didn’t want to pick up the pace yet. He wanted you to feel him and wanted to keep you close to him as he made you feel his love.

“Rin, I love you. But please give me more, I need it please.” You sounded so pretty as you moaned and begged him for more, he just had to push any lovey dovey thoughts aside for a later time to give you what you wanted.

He leaned in to kiss you once more then adjusted his position and lifted your legs over his shoulders, pressing a kiss to one of your ankles. “I’ll get you a pretty anklet soon, wanna hear it jingle while I pound this pussy.” He reached down to grip your hips and reeled his back until only the tip of his cock was inside you then slammed into you. The action alone made your toes curl and you cried out his name. Then he repeated the action over and over again. The tip of his cock hit your g spot perfectly with each thrust, sending you deeper and deeper into an abyss of pleasure.

Even Rin was vocal. The words of praise slipped through his lips effortlessly. It was a side of him that you wanted to see more and it turned you on to no end. Your back arched and you clenched around his cock tightly as another orgasm was ripped out of you. His hips stuttered a little but he quickly went back to the brutal pace. He was a professional athlete after all, his stamina was through the roof.

Your headboard hit the wall repeatedly and you knew that you would get a noise complaint from your neighbors in the morning but you could care less. He leaned in a little and gripped the headboard, using it as more leverage to slam into you. Each heavy thrust made you cry out his name and your legs shook more from overstimulation. “Rin! Rin! So good, feels too good!” Tears brimmed your eyes as he slammed into you and you were already on the verge of another orgasm. So was he, his cock throbbed as he continued to pound into, just begging for release. He moved his other hand to your mouth and pushed his thumb past your lips, he dragged the digit along your tongue then pulled it out to press it onto your clit.

The added stimulation alone was enough to send you tumbling into another orgasm and he finished shortly after you. He had half a mind to pull out and only realized it when he was halfway through emptying his balls into you. He gripped the headboard tighter and bit his lip as his hips jerked involuntarily then looked down at you. He moved one hand to caress your cheek and smiled, “are you okay? Was I too rough?” He slowly pulled out of you and stood up.

“I’m okay Rin, I promise. You were perfect.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead then walked out, first heading to the kitchen to grab some water and a granola bar for you then headed to the bathroom and wet a rag before heading back into your bedroom. He opened the bottle and opened the wrapper before handing both to you and started cleaning you up. You watched him with a smile and stuck out the other half of the granola bar to him, “you need to eat too.” He leaned in and took the half into his mouth to chew it and laid down next to you.

“I am really sorry for earlier and if you give me another chance to be a proper boyfriend, I promise to make you happy.” You took a sip of the water and leaned in to peck his lips. “I’ll give you a million chances before I’d be completely done with you. You’re Rin Itoshi, the man who stole my heart.” You pecked his lips again and leaned into him, a sense of relief washed over his body and he wrapped his arms around you. He would never mess up again, not with someone who filled the hole in his heart. Holding you in his arms he knew that he could be loved and that the love you had for him was a mirror image of the love he had for you. Nothing could ever convince him otherwise.

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phoenixyfriend · 1 year

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Post-O66 Mace going into hiding as a pirate with a crew like Hondo's, is that anything?

I got a bunch of input on discord. Calling this one:

A bunch of pirates, a Jedi Master on the run, and a traumatized twelve-year-old.

Kicking off with a key part of it all is @atagotiak (Tia):

He’s annoying because he’s such a stick in the mud (by which I mean it’s rather inconvenient for a pirate crew when the new recruit has morals and stuff) But he’s too valuable to get rid of, due to having all that experience with administration

I am enamored with the idea of Mace's main job being just. Pirate Admin.

Mace: So this is what I am reduced to. Aiding and abetting… in tax evasion. Hondo: And piracy. Mace: The tax evasion is a bigger hit to my pride.

Tia:

The pirates are annoyed that despite him stopping them from going through with the more immoral (and lucrative) plans they’re still making more money than before

Pirates: How are we making more money now-- Mace: Have you heard of a budget.

@jebiknights (knights):

okay but traditionally pirate ships have a quarter master who is high ranking, in charge of the bounty of every prize and therefore in charge of dividing everything up fairly like that could work really well lmaooo

The crew runs into Obi-Wan during the Leia incident and it's just time for "I can explain" on both ends.

Tia:

Hey, d’you think the pirates go after force sensitives? Mace managed to talk them into recruitment and/or relocation instead of selling to the empire. (And that’s another thing that could possibly have worked out better for them than the immoral option (not least because the empire doesn’t really treat its allies well)) Obi-Wan: and how are you dealing with Hondo’s… nonsense? Mace: eh, it’s not like he’s any worse than you or Yoda. (Mace is probably just messing with Obi-Wan. Probably)

Also I'm thinking that one of those initiates that Hondo let go(?) that one time finds them because a pirate might be likely to sell them out but they're demonstrably competent at evading arrest, so maybe-

And that's how Mace ends up with another padawan. Maybe Katooni.

@dracothulhu:

Hondo would put him in so many stupid costumes

knights:

i also just realized that mace loses both of his hands in rots..... hondo tries to convince him at least one of said hands should be a hook or a lightsaber

Tia:

Probably deliberately playing straight man about it. He doesn’t care about dignity that much, but there’s benefits to exaggerate how humiliating he finds it Hey, y’know what’s piratical? Eyepatches

[vibrates in response to baiting for Nick Fury jokes] Love it

Tia:

I do think as much as jokes about Samuel L Jackson’s other roles are fun, pirate Mace shouldn’t swear much, even after becoming acclimated to pirate life.

knights:

also i agree i think pirate mace shouldnt swear much, he should get to use his classically trained acting chops and give dramatic speeches like hes the love interest in a pirate romance novel hondo is swooning in the background .... nixy im about ready to start crack shipping them bc of this dammit this is going to pick at my brain isnt it dhgisrjgser (pirate mace not the hondo/mace part) honestly the funniest thing is that mace would probably really enjoy being a pirate after all of the beauracracy he had to deal with in the senate during the war. things are much more simple even if everyone drives him nuts lol listen mace didn't intend to get directly involved in the actual like heists probably, he is there to lay low and also to keep the ship organized and make sure hondo doesnt blow all their money on booze and "investments", but then hondo's dumbass probably gets in over his head along with his first mate and some other crew members and mace is starting to like the life hes living esp bc he is still able to help people on the Path in between thievery and tax evasion, so he goes to rescue them and is like... what am i supposed to do i am too recognizable i am supposed to be dead and puts on a disguise and just goes for it

Another thing Mace is good at is contracts He is. Painfully good at it. He doesn't enjoy it, but watching Hondo draft up a contract is almost painful. (Hondo is smart at this. He's clever. He's experienced. But he didn't take multiple classes on contract law.)

Tia:

Hondo never seemed especially book smart, and he never made a promise he hadn’t at least considered breaking so contracts would be a weak point for him

#Hondo Ohnaka #Mace Windu #Katooni #Obi Wan Kenobi #pirate au #star wars #the clone wars #post o66 #phoenix posts #mohdaka

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daisygirlwrites · 1 year

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Car Rides

Summary: An old memory of Simon’s resurfaces during a car ride to Crash’s house.

Warnings: none

Pairing(s): Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 1,025

Note: No uses of (Y/N), some angst but it’s barely there.

a/n: hello hello! back with another fic :) ngl this one made me kind of sad but still enjoyable to write. I have a set of headcanons that I wrote along with this fic but i decided that I’ll put it into the next post instead :0c !! anyways, i hope y’all like it and would love to hear feedback!

“Keys.” He demanded.

Quickly, you pull your hand back, the other coming up to shield it. The man in front of you narrows his eyes but puts his hands back into his hoodie pocket. You open your hand, revealing a set of keys, along with a lego Darth Vader keychain. Flipping over the key fob, your black Jeep Wrangler makes the distinct sound of itself unlocking. “After you, LT.”

He opens the back passenger seat to set down his duffle bag before moving to the front. While he does that, you get yourself onto the driver's seat and start the vehicle. You check your surroundings before backing out of the parking spot and after a series of turns, you two are on the road, exiting the airport.

“Apologies about earlier, Simon,” you say, after a couple minutes of silence. “I know you want to drive but love this car way too much. Don’t want to crash it, ya know.” He glares at you as you let out an airy chuckle.

“And what do you mean by that, Sergeant?”

“Remember Las Almas? How you slammed on the breaks so fuckin’ hard that I almost went through the window, for the second time? Or that time in Moscow, where you proceeded to hit every curb you saw and we got pulled over?” You glance at him. He stares back at you, offended. And even with a facemask, it’s evident that he’s scowling at you.

Looking back at the road, you lightly elbow his arm. “Don’t worry, LT. You’re great at a lot of things.” You pause, weighing out the option of whether or not to push his buttons more before saying, “Just not driving. Or piloting. Like last month, with the helico-”

“That’ll do!” Simon raises his voice.

Palms on the steering wheel, you open your hands as a signal of surrender. “I’m just jesting, Simon.” You give him a half-hearted smile. He sinks down into his seat, with his arms crossed.

45 minutes passed and the only sound you hear are the cars on the road. Simon looks out of the window, taking sight of the buildings rushing by. In the distance, he can see the large mountain range.

The whole team was given a month of leave after the last mission went up in flames. Literally, burning helicopters and all. While the guys usually went back to the UK, you had invited them to your mountain home in Colorado. Ghost initially declined but after you and Soap begged on your knees, he reluctantly agreed. And now he regrets it after you made fun of his driving skills. But at least it was just you and not the rest of the team. Actually, he’s grateful that they’re flying in tomorrow. Didn’t want to handle three idiots in a car.

“I got a CD folder in the glove box,” You break the silence. “It’s your pick too. Long drives are better with music.”

Simon gives you a nod and begins flipping through the case. He recognizes most of the albums, and taking a closer look, some of the art on them are flaking off.

“Never thought you’d still have CDs this old,” he comments.

“Half of them are my grandpa’s. I’m just adding on to it.”

He hums in response. Spotting a maroon colored disk, he rotates it, reading ‘Queen: Greatest Hits’. Carefully pulling it out of its pocket, he hands it to you. Left hand on the wheel, you stick your finger in the middle and glance at it. Nodding, you slide it into the car player.

“Good choice.”

“Brits have good music.”

“I agree with that.”

Flicking your eyes down to the display screen, you skip the first eight tracks. Without looking, you can tell that Simon is giving you a disapproving look. “We’ll come back to it, promise. Just want to listen to this first.”

He turns his eyes back on the road before him, the first couple notes of ‘You’re My Best Friend’ playing out. They’re in the mountains now, the roads becoming more twisty. Slowly down a bit on the turns, you let the windows down a couple inches. He hears you quietly sing along with the song. Rolling his eyes, Simon leans back on his seat again. Again, looking out the window, enjoying the greenery. It reminds him of the long drives to his aunt's house. Green blurs of evergreen trees passing by. Turning his head to look at you, his heart picks up the pace.

He doesn’t see you. Instead, it was a woman in her early thirties. The driver window slightly opened, leaving her light brown hair flying behind her ears. Hands tapping on the steering wheel on beat with the music. Hazel eyes meeting his. There were bags under them, dark circles hidden by makeup. She smiles at him, little wrinkles appearing on the corner of her eyes, along with two dimples, one of each side of her smile. Just like his. Opening her mouth, she sings along with the song,

“Ooh, you make me live Whenever this world is cruel to me I got you to help me forgive Ooh, you make me live now, honey Ooh, you make me live.”

His mom stops singing. “Simon!” she calls out. “Come on, love. Sing with your ma!”

He’s too stunned to say anything, he just stares at her. “Simon?” Her smile drops, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Simon?” Her voice sounds muffled.

“Simon?!” It’s like echoes now.

“Lieutenant Riley?!” That one snapped him out.

Heart beating like a drum, he opens his eyes, staring at the bottom of his hoodie before looking back up. It’s just you, Crash, his sergeant. Not his mother. But the worried look you give him is identical to hers.

You give him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry to wake you up LT.” His eyebrows go up with confusion, he didn’t know he was even sleeping. “We’re here.”

Simon steps out of the jeep, closing the door behind him. Taking a look of his surroundings, he glances up at the towering evergreen trees, just like the ones in his childhood. Just like the ones at home.

#daisygirlwrites #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley

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mackeydoodledoo · 1 year

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My Sweet Dove: Chapter 1

Pairing: Larissa Weems x (Fem! Vampire)Reader

Summary: You're the only vampire in existence that is basically immune to Nightshade Poison. When your supposed soulmate is injected with such, you go feral.

Warnings: WEDNESDAY SERIES SPOILERS, Angsty Ending

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italic = Flashback

Theme: Feed the Beast - A R I Z O N A

A/n: Cool, so it isn't just me simping over Gwendoline Christie in the new Wednesday series, and the type of Vampire Y/n is the Vampires from Twilight.

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You developed a rare genetic all vampires thought weren't able to develop.

To further explain: Your saliva has developed an immunity to Nightshade Poison. You can only ingest a very small amount of the poison. So if someone were to be injected with such poison, you'd have to 're-puncture' the injection point with one of your fangs in order for the extraction to work properly and thats when your protective saliva kicks in.

"It's gross," You joke

"Sounds cooler than being a shapeshifter," Larissa says

"Yeah, says the one who shifted into Judy Garland in the talent show," You laugh

+*+

You graduated in 1991; alongside Morticia Addams (Neé Frump), and Larissa Weems. It would make sense for people to fawn over Morticia. She was absolutely gorgeous. But, you fell for the shapeshifter.

"I don't know what to do Morticia," You sigh to your botany class partner, "I like her but... How do I ask her to the Rave'N?"

"Simply... Ask," She answers

"Easy for you to say," You groan, "You and Gomez are basically attached at the hip. Like, you two just 'clicked'..."

“It won’t hurt to ask,” Morticia says, “The worst case scenario is that she’ll say no. Besides, I think it’d cheer her up.”

“Why me of all people?” You ask

“Each year I’ve never seen you at the Rave’N Y/n,” She says, “I want you to at least go to our final one before we graduate.”

“And if I don’t?” You ask

“I will find you every chance I get and scold you about it for the rest of your life,” She says

“Gosh fine Morticia,” You sigh in annoyance

+*+

You enter the Rave'N, watching everyone have the time of their life. You were never one for celebrations. You'd rather just stick to your room and wallow in your own self-life-questions.

"My my Y/n Y/l/n sure knows how to spiffy herself up," Morticia comes up to you

A man coddles up to her side.

"Gomez Addams right?" You ask, "Morticia talks nonstop about you."

You give him a firm handshake. But, no surprise they walk off to have whatever moment they were going to have.

Back to the awkward standing in a corner...

"Y/l/n," A voice calls to you

"Larissa," You nearly jump

"Since when were you one for celebrations?" She asks

"Trust me, I'm not," You couldn't help but smile, "Morticia would scold me for the rest of my life if I didn't attend at least one. So, who's the lucky person accompanying you tonight my lady?"

"Over with Morticia Frump I'm afraid," She sighs as she sees the two lovebirds in very close proximity to one another

"Hmmm," You sigh

An awkward silence stands between the both of you as the DJ throws in their questionable music to give the students something to dance to.

“Care to dance my Sweet Dove?” You turn to her

“When will you ever not use that nickname?” Larissa sighs in annoyance

“Until I’m dead,” You chuckle, “Now, yes or no to a dance?”

*Larissa’s POV* She turns to you as a hand; glistening in the lighting. You saw how well she tried to keep her face away from looking into yours, knowing that is how she shows her fear of rejection. And yet... Here she was before you, jumping her chance.

“One dance Y/n,” You answer

*Y/n’s POV* You look up when you felt a hand take your outreached one. You wish you could feel the heat in your cheeks again, because you definitely felt something spark your interest.

“Come on you couples let's slow it down a bit,” The DJ announces, playing a slower than usual song

“Don’t get any cheeky ideas Y/n,” Larissa says

“I have no clue what you are talking about,” You lie

The awkward gap between the both of you was uncomfortable. You wanted to pull her closer but you weren’t able to find it within yourself to do it yourself.

“Oh!” Larissa gasps, falling into you

You look past Larissa’s shoulder and you see Morticia and Gomez, Morticia giving you a subtle wink as Gomez twirls her out of sight.

“You okay?” You ask

She nods as she adjusts herself back into your embrace. You were expecting her to pull away but she doesn’t.

+*+

You weren’t necessarily faculty, but Larissa Weems had hired you to keep an eye on Wednesday Addams.

“You were close to Morticia,” She says

“And here I thought you called me to be here because you missed me,” You chuckle, “Besides, Morticia and I have not spoken for a very long time. I wasn’t even there for when she had her kids.”

“You’re the most observant person I’ve come to know,” She says, “I also... Need extra hands for this years’ Rave’N.”

“What unforgiving theme have you agreed upon this time?” You lay back into the chair

“All white,” She says

You nearly gag in your mouth.

“At least make something that every single kid would be interested in,” You sigh

“Our students? Or you?” She asks

“Got me there,” You chuckle, “But, you do know that I don’t wear bright colors.”

You stand from the chair and begin the process of turning to retreat too your own room for the rest of the day to get yourself settled.

“And for the record Y/l/n,” She begins, “I have missed you. Terribly.”

“What’s your plan for the future?” You turn to Larissa

It was post-graduation and the both of you decided that you’d share one last night together before departing back home.

“I don't know...” She says, “But one thing’s for sure...”

“And what’s that?” You ask

“That I’m going to miss you,” She says

“What about me that you’ll miss?” You chuckle, “Not like I’m going to go move anywhere.”

“Everything,” She says

You chuckle, “I wanna say that ‘Everything’ is not actually true.”

“It is,” She says, “Don’t believe me?”

“My Sweet Dove,” You turn to her, “That is not at all of what I’m saying. Should you need me at your side I will be there. Doesn’t matter how far away I just so happen to be.”

+*+

One day before the Rave’N. Weems didn't really give you a handful of tasks. So you went about the town; hoping to find the perfect outfit.

“You’re not one to make the extra mile,” Kinbott explains

You and her were sitting at the Weathervane. You weren’t particularly close to Kinbott, but you did have a few therapy sessions with her about your entire relationship with Larissa Weems.

“Well, I had no luck finding a nice outfit for the dance,” You sigh in frustration

“What did you wear for the last one you attended?” She asks

“Simple black outfit with a gothic jacket,” You say, “Not that it’ll fit me anymore.”

“I hear the theme is all white,” She says, “But, I do know that you aren’t one for bright colors.”

“Yeah... I’m not,” You sigh

“You’re like Wednesday,” She says, “Maybe you can just find what you're comfortable in. It’ll definitely turn a certain head.”

You roll your eyes at the therapist. She has been made aware of your feelings towards the former student and the blooming feelings you had harbored.

“Doctor, aren’t you supposed to be acting a professional when we talk about my relationship issues?” You ask

“I’m not on the clock, and these aren’t our usual meeting times,” she counter-argues

“Fair enough,” You say

+*+

“Principal Larissa Weems,” You saunter your way over to her side, “Fancy seeing you here at a Rave’N after all these years.”

*Larissa’s POV* When you hear your name, you turn to the person greeting you. Black dress shirt and pants, and silver suspenders. Despite that it was simple, you appreciated how it hugged her figure in every right way possible.

“Can’t let these kids go unsupervised,” You sigh, tearing your eyes away from the sight of Y/n’s figure, “And, Miss Y/l/n, I strongly encourage you to never refer to me by my first name.”

“Now would you prefer it to be my little nickname for you? My Sweet Dove?” A smirk swipes across her face

You turn to her; your heart nearly sinking.

God I love that nickname...

But you also couldn’t show any emotion towards it. It was merely years ago, a young, outdated nickname she made up for you. Plus, you didn’t want any of the students knowing.

*Y/n’s POV* You could hear the muscles in her face tense as she grits her teeth against one another.

“You tell any other faculty or the students about that-”

“Relax Weems,” You sigh, chuckling, “I haven’t told a single soul. Besides, it’s more fun if I alone tease you about it.”

“Here's to an unforgettable night,” Thornhill comes between the both of you

“Oh, be careful what you wish for Ms. Thornhill,” Weems says

“Weren’t you two Nevermore students once?” She asks, “Don’t you remember the fun times?”

“All I remember was disappointment,” Weems explains, “The boy I asked turned me down for another girl...”

“I was never one for these functions,” You explain, “Speaking of which, this enclosed space is making everything unbreathable, If either of you need me, I’m going to be outside...”

You turn your back to the function and begin walking against the current of entering students to take a step out into the fresh, crisp, cold air.

Well, it wasn’t all that bad...

After the song ended, the upbeat music began playing once more. However, you and Larissa remained in each others’ grasp.

“Come to my room tonight?” She requests

“Of course,” You smile, “I do have to run back to my dorm though. I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay, see you soon,” She smiles

She leans forward and kisses your cheek as she begins walking away.

Hmmm...

You turn your heel and briskly walk back into the ballroom as you begin searching for the principal. Easily enough, you spot her towering over most of the students. You weave through the students as Larissa’s figure began growing in your sights.

“Y/n what are you?-”

She stops mid-sentence as she watches you take her hand into yours. You look up at her as she looks down at you.

“Care to dance My-?”

Sweet Dove.

You nearly slipped as her nickname nearly rolled out of your mouth like blood. You knew some eyes were upon you and the principal. However, everyone was cheering in encouragement towards their headmistress.

“One dance Y/n,” She relents

The students cheer as she takes a grasp of your hand and you begin leading her to the dance floor. To the upbeat music; your hand never left hers once. For once, you didn’t think about the expectations as a person who is semi-working for Nevermore Academy, but it took you back to your own time as a student, sharing one dance with Larissa Weems.

Despite you were a sparkling vampire, you still possessed stamina and you also needed a minute to get away from the swarming bodies, but Larissa remained with her students until the song ended.

“I forgot what being on the dance floor felt like,” Weems sighs as she picks up a glass of punch

“You... Still go it,” You chuckle

“I need to ask you something Y/l/n,” She says

“Shoot,” You say, sipping the red punch

“I recently remembered that Morticia had spoken to someone about someone asking me to a Rave’N,” She begins explaining, “But, I ended up not getting asked at all... Was that going to be you to ask me?”

You open your mouth to speak however, you felt something fall onto your head. You look up and see red spewing from the indoor sprinkler system. You opened your mouth to gasp but some of the red substance had landed into your mouth. you begin choking on the inedible substance as you try to breathe, your nose suddenly felt like it was on fire.

“It’s paint!” You try to plug your nose

+*+

Thanks to the Jericho kids for sabotaging the Rave’N, the paint fumes ruined your sense of smell...

“How’s your nose Y/l/n?” Larissa asks

“I can still smell the paint fumes,” You sigh, “But, it’s not as bad as when it happened though.”

“Fortunately the Noble is punishing the students responsible, Lucas will do community service here at the school,” She explains

“Better than a normie getting ripped to shreds by werewolves I guess,” You say

Unlike some of the vampires you have met, you had heightened senses; sight, smell and hearing most of all.

“Here,” Larissa comes over

As soon as you turn to whatever Larissa had for you, your nose made contact with her concealed clavicle. You yelp and fall back first right onto the floor like a tree getting cut down like a lumberjack.

“The HELL was that?!” You groan

“Just wanted to see how you’d react,” She smiles slightly, “You certainly didn’t change.”

“God I cannot STAND these stoner gorgons...” You groan

“You okay?” Larissa asks

“Sorry, my sense of smell is very sensitive,” You say, “I have to go...”

“Miss Y/l/n,” Wednesday comes in

“Yes Wednesday?” You ask, turning away from Weems, trying to be inconspicuous

“I need you to help me with something,” She says

“Sure,” You say

You follow Wednesday out of the office.

“Don’t be long,” Weems calls out to you

Your eyes widen as you shut the door behind you.

“Do I even want to know what all of that was?” Wednesday asks you

“Don’t worry about it,” You immediately brush past her, “Now what was it that you needed my help with?”

“How about we finally catch the Hyde?” She asks

“I thought... That was Xaiver?” You ask

“Tyler used me to frame him,” She says, “Tyler and I kissed and it showed me everything.”

+*+

“Whoa whoa whoa Wednesday what are you planning?!” You ask

“This isn’t what we signed up for,” Bianca adds

“Guys... Enid just texted... Thornhill’s suspicious,” Ajax adds

“Wednesday, if you say we have our Hyde, lets go to Weems,” You suggest, “You don’t need anymore of this attention upon yourself...”

“Then leave, Weems won’t help,” She says

Before you and the others could protest to Wednesday, she pulls out a taser from her back pocket and immediately puts it to Tyler’s neck.

“That’s it, I’m out!” Yoko announces

The other students begin shuffling out after them. However, you were the only one who remained behind.

“One last chance to leave Y/l/n,” Wednesday says

“Wednesday,” You say, calmly, “I believe you, your visions... I know they don’t lie to you. But, this isn’t the way to go about this...”

“Wednesday... Please... Listen to her,” Tyler pleads

“I don’t need your affirmation Galpin...” You growl, “Wednesday, if you love it here so much, don’t ruin it. You and I can figure something out.”

*Wednesday’s POV* For a moment... You actually contemplated on listening to her... If anything, you found her so much like you. Albeit that she is a vampire and that she was your mothers’ best friend.

“Let’s test your reflexes now shall we?” You ask Tyler

*Y/n’s POV* You watch as Wednesday pulls out a hammer; hearing Tylers’ shakes rattle through down to your eardrums. You were about to pull her back but you hear the door slam open.

“Hands up you two!!” Sheriff Galpin yells

You immediately throw yours up.

“Drop the hammer!” He tells Wednesday

+*+

“I know who the Hyde is Principal Weems,” Wednesday begins trying to tell the case, “It’s Tyler. He confessed everything to me.”

You listen to the conversation between Weems and Wednesday after Wednesday basically was about to commit torture on a ‘normie’.

“Weems, with all due respect, given the circumstances-”

“Not a peep out of you Y/l/n!” She raises her voice

You shut your mouth as you take a step back.

“I wish I could believe you,” Larissa says, coldly

“Then give me more time, and then I can prove that they are Hydes,” Wednesday begs

“You’ve run out of time Miss Addams,” She says, “Pack your steamer trunks, we will have them shipped...”

Your head shoots to Larissa... Looking at her in disbelief.

“You will be on the first train back tomorrow afternoon,” She continues, “I’m sorry

As soon as Wednesday shuts the door behind her, your foot pivots to face the principal.

“You were too hard on her,” You say

“I beg your pardon?” She asks

She slowly stands up from her chair on the other side of the desk.

“You were too hard on Wednesday,” You firmly state, “She knows her visions don’t lie to her. Yes, I agree that her not coming to neither you and taking matters into her own hands was a questionable move but you could have given her the option of expulsion or have me work closely with her. You know I’m the most observant person in all of the Outcast community!”

“Now tell me what would make you the best fit for it?” She asks, “These last several months you have been turning the other way when you would see Miss Addams make a bold move that would jeopardize her standing in this school.”

“You were the one who assigned me to watch Miss Addams closely,” You say, “You never stated that I had to report to you and you alone. That was Dr. Kinbotts job.”

“Dr. Kinbott was here solely because the court had ordered for her to attend therapy,” Weems explains, “Where you on the other hand-”

“I was just an extra so you could deal with... Whatever it is a headmistress would need to do,” You sigh in frustration, “As someone who really goes about saying she does everything she can to keep every student in this school safe... I don’t think you really live up to that say-”

“Do you wish to join Miss Addams in expulsion Ms. Y/l/n?!” She raises her voice

You knew you wanted to open your mouth to continue, but nothing came out.

“Get out of my sight,” She says, with a slight growl at the end

You pivot your foot once more and make haste to exit the headmistress’ office.

“You are incompetent,” She adds, “A stone around my neck.”

You loudly shut the door behind you, causing the students to jump in a panic. You take a moment to try and compose yourself. But the last thing that Weems had said to you... Prevented that. Not wanting to draw too much attention to yourself, you immediately retreat to your quarters.

Chapter 2

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #wednesday #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #female reader #wednesday addams

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cjkie22 · 5 months

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A non-exhaustive list of why you should listen to hit dirtbag boyband Bears in Trees:

their music is really amazing. you'll love it.

especially if your Spotify wrapped was on the pov: indie side of things

and even if it wasn't.

songs for every emotion

absolutely beautiful lyrics

sometimes these lyrics make sense. sometimes they don't. that's part of the fun.

songs about platonic love !!!!!

songs for the queers! the aros! the aces! the enbies! the trans community!

my dad likes them. doesn't sound like a lot, but it's an achievement.

(more underneath the break)

iain (bass/vox/lyrics) has "ginger" tattooed on the back of their head. if that isn't iconic I don't know what is.

on the note of iain, they were the first person i was aware of that used they as a pronoun, and that changed my life

they have a discord server! it's a really lovely community. i am not biased in the slightest. (discord.gg/sandbox) (https://discord.com/invite/thesandbox) (i will personally send you an invite i don't actually know what the link is)

they should DEFINITELY be on the heartstopper soundtrack

if I'm remembering correctly in the tiktok where they said they should be on the heartstopper soundtrack, they also said 3 out of 4 of them were in some way queer. seems like a good thing to me.

they opened for you me at six earlier this year. it was my first time seeing them live. and WOW.

I met some of my best friends through this band. I'm not joking; big shout out to the mojo dojo castle house, I'll never forget that weekend.

they're hilarious on the internet

you might cry at several of their songs for a million different reasons

BearBerry records

they have a tumblr blog @/bearsintreesofficial (iirc). I'm not gonna tag them but

BiT gigs are a safe space. I may have almost fainted at my last one (new cross inn, August 2023) but I've never met so many kind strangers and genuinely lovely people

merch is super comfy and really cute.

it gives stardew valley and animal crossing (trust me I'm right)

after the new cross gig (sweatiest gig in the world), despite surely being exhausted, callum (uke/keys/vox) took my bereal and i got my mini lesbian flag signed by them all

I turned out not to be a lesbian, which possibly makes it funnier, but the flag is stuck on my wall still

cryptids would LOVE their band

dash.

there's also a community minecraft server for discord members

BiT postcards !!!!

gosh and the bit stickers

they covered stick season on an Instagram live

they also do the funniest twitch streams

iain and the mountain

the raccoon email address

george (drums/production) is elite. the drum fills in doing this again? iconic. also has a specific really cool shirt I want to steal

wedding. dress. tiktok.

callum doesn't wear shoes on stage. apparently this was common knowledge but it sure surprised me at new cross.

the austrian soft drinks advert

iain make up looks

callum plays the flute. I want to say classically trained flautist but i may be wrong.

none of them have EVER bribed any members of law enforcement

their songs are very tattooable

talking of tattoos, nick (lyrics/guitar/saw him play the uke on stage once) has L + R tattooed on his forearms (iirc). absolute genius and I am stealing it when I get more of my patchwork sleeve done

iain releases solo music to under the name pet yeti. it's ethereal. callum also plays flute on one of them.

trumpet joe

the four of them never look like they are dressed for the same event

someone once edited the bears in trees wiki page to say that Ryan Ross was in their band

silly geese

that time we got singing? poetry? performance art? of THAT harry potter fanfiction

according to tiktok, iain and nick once had to sneak into their own show because they were underage

nurby

I have a video in the depths of my camera roll of them covering Mama by My Chemical Romance on a twitch stream

sonick

all of them give me gender envy at different times

their newest single (bart's bike) features banjo

patreon content

yelling it gets better with a room full of people was a healing experience.

tilly

modern baseball and fall out boy adjacent in my brain

if you like bears in trees you're automatically hot and really cool

they did a song with noahfinnce and its really super good

callum also featured on a myriad song which is also really super good

bit songs feel like coming home. they feel like hot chocolate and a blanket on a cold night. they feel like a warm hug. they feel like surviving and falling in love with life again and overcoming the worst things. they feel like victory, because you didn't think you'd make it to adulthood. but I'm 20 now. and I'm still here. I've almost graduated uni. and that's what bears in trees feels like.

all of their songs!!!! amazing!!!!

please feel free to add to this list. I'm taking suggestions.

#bears in trees #dirtbag boyband #music #bit #bearsintrees #bears in trees core #LISTEN TO THEM #i'm begging you #i love my friends #they make me feel alive again #indie #pov: indie #i'm alive #and thats wonderful

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 9 months

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Home to Me

Warnings: angst, character death, spoilers for Trigger Point | Word Count: 3.6k~

Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Billy W Taglist

Billy Washington doesn’t open up to people easily.

But he remembers the day well. It was Halloween.

The nights had drawn in, making it pitch black at 5 o’clock every day. It was a Sunday, people had celebrated early on the night before, so the roads were mostly clear.

Billy’s flat was nothing glamorous. Function over fashion was definitely the phrase he’d use to describe it. But it was a home, all for himself, and that felt like some kind of achievement.

He locked his front door, pulling a jacket over himself and shifted down the stairs, meaning to go out and grab some milk before the corner shop shut early. The steps that led up to his flat door were steep, borderline not fit for purpose, and a strain on his balance as a tall guy.

But nothing threw him off more than rounding the corner, walking past Flat 4 than seeing a tall pile of boxes, and a pair of legs that seemed to sprout from underneath it.

“Jesus” he whispered, shocked.

A head had poked from around the boxes. She smiled politely and grinned in a sort of apology.

“Sorry, didn’t even see you”

Billy shook his head, clearing his throat. His hair suddenly felt like it was sticking to his face annoyingly, even though it was cold.

“S’alright” he murmured as he shuffled by, watching as she stacked the boxes in front of the door and fumbled with a pair of newly cut keys, “You alright with those?”

She opened the door, using her foot to push the boxes inside, “Oh no, I’m alright, thank you though” she smiled politely at him, and it made Billy’s neck go all hot.

She introduced herself that day, extending her hand out to him. And when Billy shook it, felt how soft her skin was, he felt like a teenager all over again.

They chatted idly and clumsily, as strangers of the opposite sex often do, about her moving in by herself. Her job. Where she was originally from. Where he was from, when she’d asked. Billy hadn’t realised the tiny smile that had come to his face listening to her. And before he knew it, half an hour had gone by, and he knew the corner shop was shut.

He sighed quietly looking at the time on his phone.

“What’s up?” she asked,

Billy shook his head, shoving his phone back in his pocket, “Lost track of time, shop’s shut. Sunday, isn’t it”

Her mouth opened without a sound at first, realising that he had somewhere to be, and she had kept him.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to keep you” she apologised quickly. Billy huffed a small laugh and shook his head, insisting it was no bother and that he’d just gone out for milk.

“I’ve got some milk, you know, just to get you by til tomorrow” she offers kindly, pulling her freshly opened bottle of milk from her fridge.

Billy had refused the first time. But felt both too humbled and awkward to refuse it again when she offered. So he smiled boyishly at her, his shy demeanour somewhat juxtaposing his tall figure and took the little tupperware of cool milk in one hand.

“Thanks. Really”

She nodded once, smiling at him kindly.

They bid one another goodnight, and he didn’t miss the bashful manner in which she looked down as she closed the door.

In his flat, Billy smiled at the kettle boiled, holding the tupperware of milk in his hands. It felt somewhat personal, despite knowing little about her in principle. But he cherished her generosity.

Though their flats were right next to each other, he didn’t hear much of her. He only heard the closing of doors, the hum of the electric shower, and every now and then, the loud hiss of the kettle. It was in the solitude Billy was presented with that he wondered if she was as lonely as him, living by herself and doing everything around the flat.

Every now and then, when he’d opened the balcony doors to smoke a cigarette, he’d look at her window. Most of the time, it was cracked open, with a soft light coming from it as well as the low vibrations of whatever was on her Spotify playlist.

Watching someone else live their life like this seemed intimate.

But there was something comforting about a fellow human living a similar life to him.

He had to confront the fact though, that she wasn’t similar to him.

She would be in her kitchen, washing up, as she heard a loud female voice from Billy’s flat. The woman sounded older than him, and the tone of voice she used was scathing, so she thought it might have been either a sister or a mum.

The woman never stayed long after the shouting match. And it was followed by a loud thud to the wall. She assumed her neighbour was so aggravated, that he punched the wall.

Not even the spin cycle of the washing machine could drown it out sometimes.

For the entirety of November and some of December, she rarely saw him. Only passing glances in the hallway and saying the occasional greeting with a smile. Billy seemed a detached person, perhaps by nature, his eyes never really left the floor. But sometimes, when he said ‘hi’ in the hallway, his eyes would meet hers, and she would see a glint of someone underneath who just needed the comfort, without judgement, of another human soul.

It was one weekday in December that Billy knocked on her door again.

“I just wanted to apologise…for the noise”

She smiled at the front door. He looked so little, despite his stature, like he wanted to disappear into himself.

“It’s alright” she answered, “Are you okay?”

He’d met her eyes when she’d asked. And she knew from the look on his face, that he didn’t even need to answer.

“Yeah”

No.

Her eyes softened and she stepped back, holding her door open.

“Do you fancy a cuppa?”

Billy’s eyes darted about her face, half-shocked she’d even offered. She laughed and added, “I don’t bite, promise”

Where his flat was messy, but still somewhat void of any personal items of value. Hers was somehow cosy, a bit cluttered, but he couldn’t judge, he’d caught her off guard.

He’d sat with her, nursing a mug of tea in both hands despite not needing to, and told her as much as he was comfortable.

That the woman was his sister, and she was just getting increasingly pissed off with him the older he got. Billy had divulged that he was having difficulty finding stable work and right now was on agency, which wasn’t much, but paid the bills.

She listened intently, asking the occasional question, but spent most of their time together just absorbing the information he gave. And some of the information he didn’t give. Too guarded and afraid of judgement.

But Billy felt lighter in his chest, even just a little, when he saw that she did not judge him and that she wasn’t just sitting there idly, bored out of her mind. She had actually taken the interest in him to listen and ask as much as she expected he was willing to answer.

Something had changed that night. Billy had felt the heat rise to his face, when she bid him goodnight and said that, “You’re more than welcome to come over any time”

She’d even offered to give him her number, in case he wanted to talk, but didn’t feel like doing it face to face.

He stepped back into his flat, sighing, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It was here he realised, in his own scent of his living room, that she must have burned some scented candle, as the smell of pine needles had clung to the fabric of his shirt.

His phone lit up with a message from an unknown number.

Just so you know it’s me x

He smiled, and felt a warmth in his chest.

December and January were mostly spent like this. Once the rush of Christmas and New Year was over, spent with their respective families, the two neighbours returned to each other, settling into a new sort of routine.

It was easier and more practical to heat one living room as opposed to two, so most nights, Billy Washington found himself in her flat. Sometimes smothered in blankets on her sofa, the idle sound of her TV in the background as they talked.

Billy was never the one to approach women, especially ones he was interested in. But she had presented herself as a friend, and perhaps it was because Valentine’s Day had come and gone already, having seen the couple’s fawning over one another through the glass windows of restaurants, but he looked at her and began to feel a tightness about his chest.

He would watch the way she laughed, how her eyes crinkled up depending on the joke, but none of it was ever fake with her. She was like an embodiment of comfort, warm and inviting, and in the loneliness that winter was sometimes associated with, he found himself smiling more often in her company.

When the weather became warmer in March, they endeavoured to take this blossoming friendship outside the confines of the flat. It became a regular thing. They’d wander to the pub, do the pub quiz, inevitably lose due to being a team of two, and drown their loss in a few drinks. And by the time they’d walked home, pausing in front of her front door, they were both pink in the face from drinking and giggling like school children.

He thought about reaching out and touching her hand with his. Thought, in the buzz of the alcohol, what it would feel like to kiss her.

But he settled for thinking about it.

“Night” he said, disappearing up the stairs.

Once she’d locked the door of her own flat, she could feel her own heart hammering in her chest. Perhaps it was the alcohol.

With Spring came the first signs of strain.

As well as the familiar female voice, it was accompanied by two others, who she supposed were his parents. All having a go at him.

She didn’t deny that Billy was impulsive and perhaps not the brightest when it came to peer pressure, she’d heard him several times come in on a Monday morning at 4am, having been out for the entirety of the weekend and didn’t doubt he’d been talked into an extended night out.

But she also knew that Billy craved acceptance. In all aspects of his life. But none more so than craving the acceptance that he associated with love from his parents. He had told her as much, how he saw the looks of disappointment on their faces the multiple times he’d been rejected from the army. When really, had he really wanted to be in the army in the first place? Or did he just want to follow in his sister’s footsteps, hoping it would be enough to earn their pride?

He came over one evening and shared pasta at her dining table and told her how sidelined he felt.

“Well, what do you enjoy doing?” she asked.

Billy furrowed his brows, stuffing some sauced penne into his mouth before replying, “What do you mean?”

She shrugged, “You like fixing up your car. I dunno, might be placements or something that will train you up”

Her heart sank a bit when she saw his expression. Like he hadn’t actually wanted any advice at all and just wanted a chat.

“Sorry…” she murmured quietly, looking into her bowl, “I just-I don’t know, trying to help-”

“Just leave it” he responded, quiet but stern.

So she did.

She began to realise as they rolled through the warming May days that she felt something like protectiveness for Billy. The kind of feeling that couldn’t just be chalked up to liking him as a friend. He had mood swings that could last for days, depending on what happened to him. She thought she could do nothing but just be there for him, and every now and then he did come to her, knocking softly, late at night.

That’s when Billy began to crave the comfort of her embrace. And she was more than happy to accept that challenge. The challenge of comforting Billy Washington. Sometimes without words. Sometimes she would just sit with him on her sofa, running her fingers through his rapidly growing blonde hair. Billy would hum contently, as if the touch would lull him to sleep.

June arrived. And it was hot and sunny. But it was when she didn’t hear his door open for a few days and could hear him inside his flat, that she began to worry.

“Billy?” she called at his door, knocking incessantly.

No answer.

She sighed and flipped the doormat over, slotting the spare key into the door and pushing it open.

His flat, as she expected, was a tip. She didn’t even bother looking into his kitchen. She went straight for the bedroom.

She’d expected him to be in bed, but he wasn’t. He was sat, clothed in joggers and a visibly old shirt, looking with a spaced-out, distant expression to the empty corner of his room.

“Billy…” her gentle voice didn’t even seem to reach him.

She didn’t even ask what was wrong, perhaps she knew he’d tell her when he was ready. All she did was kneel on the bed behind him and hug him. Billy had inhaled sharply, as if trying not to weep, and lowered his head, looking into his lap, not wanting her to see him so vulnerable.

She’d heard of the bomb threats all over London. Just hadn’t realised his sister was involved in it. The most recent one, in a block of flats, scared Billy to death, and he’d struggled to pull himself out of the hole of grief he’d found himself in, despite his sister being alright. His sister’s long-time friend, Nut, was taken by the blast.

Nobody need tell her. She knew, that Billy was afraid.

His hand reached up to hers, covering it. A silent act of thanks.

He was grateful for her.

They spoke, still embraced, in hushed voices, as if he were so fragile that the volume of speaking plainly would make him crack. She stroked his hair, comforted him with her words and actions, and kissed the top of his head. And at the soft, gentle notion, she swore she heard his breath hitch.

But she must have imagined it.

When Billy left for the funeral, she had done his tie for him and sent him on his way, saying he could text her if he needed to.

She didn’t receive anything all day. It worried her a bit, but she knew that he needed space, he had a life of his own that didn’t involve her and hadn’t wanted to intrude.

Until she woke at 8am the next day, to his sister shouting at him once again. Louder than she ever had before.

All she could make out was ‘grow up, Billy’ before she stormed off, making her presence known down all the stairs.

He didn’t come to her, so she knocked on his door.

“What did you do?” she asked. Looking at his bloodied, barely-bandaged hand.

He was quiet, tetchy, like he’d done something wrong.

And when he reluctantly said what he’d done the night before, after having far too much to drink, she couldn’t hide the shock and disgust on her face.

“Billy…” she pleaded, “Just-why?”

He’d already been in a row with his sister, and didn’t feel like repeating it.

“Maybe you don’t know as much about me as you thought” came his quiet reply.

She furrowed her brows at him, frustrated, “I know enough to know that this isn’t you”

She tried to muster up the most stern voice she could. She loved him, she knew this, but she couldn’t deny that his actions and what he’d done and been arrested for, filled her with grief. It was not something she was interested in excusing for him, nor something she was willing to cast aside in the interest of comforting him.

There was nothing to say. And she hoped that with some time by himself, he might come to his senses. So she left.

In the middle of the night, unable to shake her thoughts, she texted him.

Please look after yourself, Billy.

He’d read it, but didn’t respond.

For Billy, the same one she’d comforted, hugged and kissed his head, to do something so uncharacteristic made her heart wince. She knew he was impressionable, but without knowing the wider story, couldn’t put two and two together.

In the days that followed, she noticed he was going out more often, rather than coming to see her. One afternoon, her window wide open in the London heat, she spotted Billy next to his battered Vauxhall, with another man, older and portly.

She squinted when she saw him and Billy chatting in a friendly manner.

Something squeezed tight about her heart. It didn’t feel right.

And she knew her suspicions were right, when the man watched Billy walk back to the block of flats, his eyes travelled up to see her there, watching him. The man had somewhat of a cold stare about him, and didn’t wince away when their eyes met. Rather, he kept his gaze for a moment and turned to walk away, tugging his cap over his head.

A feeling of dread pooled in her stomach.

Billy was usually so kind-natured, naiive if anything. Is it possible that he could be getting into something just to feel a sense of belonging?

At the weekend, she knocked on his door.

He looked dishevelled, more than usual. And his arm was across the door, with no intention of inviting her in.

“I’m worried about you, Billy”

“Then don’t”

His words were uncharacteristically harsh, and it was like an ice hold dagger was put right through her.

You don’t mean that.

She plucked up the courage to step forward, taking his large hand in hers. Those butterflies she felt when she first met him and really got to know him, now felt so heavy. Surprisingly, he let her take it, and there was a film over his pale blue eyes, like he was desperate to just fall into her arms like he had done before. Let her run her hands through his hair.

He wanted so badly to just kiss her and forget about everything else.

And yet, he felt as if he didn’t deserve her.

That was the feeling that shadowed the rest.

She squeezed his hand tight, and willed not to cry.

“Don’t shut me out, Billy. Please” she said in a hushed voice. And Billy half-thought he was between heaven and earth when her lips kissed his cheek. The action was so soft that he shuddered noticeably and wanted to weep.

She gave him a sad smile, and reluctantly slipped her hand from his, taking the warmth with her.

8th July.

Billy’s birthday.

He always said, fucking hate chocolate cake. I’d have a Victoria sponge any day, but nobody bothered to ask what I liked so I always made myself sick eating the ones mum made.

She thought the cake looked like shit, but she tried her best. At least it tasted good. And when she knocked on his flat door in the early afternoon, her heart soared when the door opened, but immediately sank when she saw who had answered.

A woman, who had Billy’s blue eyes, some grey hair at her hairline, opened the door with a polite smile. This must be his mum.

“You alright, duck?”

She nodded once, “Uh yeah, was just expecting Billy I-” she said quickly, “It is his birthday, isn’t it?”

“Yes darling but he’s not here. Come on in, I’ll pop the cake in the fridge, he can have it when he gets back”

The flat hadn’t changed inside. It was somehow messier than she’d last seen it and she wrung her hands nervously.

Down the hall in the living room, an older man, who she presumed to be his dad, stood in the doorway and was about to say something, when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He looked at the screen and furrowed his brows.

“Lana? Hey, hey, calm down. What’s wrong?” he asked hurriedly. On the other side a woman she recognised to be his sister’s voice was shouting, borderline screaming. It was something akin to watching horror unfold on a person’s face. And all she heard his sister scream down the phone, was Billy’s name. Billy’s dad stared ahead distantly, only looking to his wife with a sombre, shocked expression.

She swore her heart went cold.

Billy Washington doesn’t open up to people easily. Something that she, in her time of knowing him cut unbearably short, was forced to come to terms with and yet had seen glimmers of that contradiction. She had been close enough to see his soul, but never close enough for him to bare it completely, and yet, she was thankful that he had even taken the first step to begin with. That he was stronger than he allowed himself to feel. Stronger than he really believed himself to be.

She wept looking at the last text she ever sent him. A happy birthday message. One that would forever remain unread.

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Uptight | Steve Harrington x reader

Series summary: coworkers, frenemies to lovers, fluff, fun bickering, v basic stuff

Summary: Your coworker Steve really pisses you off every time he’s late. You piss him off every time you get on his ass about it.

word count: 2.6k

authors note: So this is gonna be a very casual series, and when I say ‘series’, I’m using that term very loosely. It’s more than likely just gonna be a collection of short fics/imagines which take place in the same overall story but it’s not gonna be anything super detailed and plot driven. Kinda just felt like writing Steve fluff + I enjoy writing dialogue with bickering so have quickly done this.

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The sound of brakes squeaking interrupts your concentration from the book in your hand, looking up and squinting as the harsh sun momentarily blinds you. You raise your open book above your head to block out the sunlight just in time to see Steve’s car finally pull into the parking lot in front of Family Video.

“Am I dreaming, or is that finally you Harrington?” You bark out sarcastically from the floor, lowering your arms to rest on your knees as he turns the ignition off and pulls his keys out. You know he’s heard you through his open window because you can see him roll his eyes dramatically, sliding his sunglasses into his hair.

“Yeah it's me L/N, don’t cream your pants.” He yells back, stepping out of his car and looking slightly disgruntled.

You dog ear your book and quickly shove it into your bag, not bothering to get up from the floor just yet. “You’re ten minutes late.” You point out, tapping your watch. “Ten.”

“Yeah I know, alright? I slept through my alarm.” He says exasperatedly, slamming his door shut. He walks over to where you’re still sitting on the floor, staring up at him as he stops directly in front of you and extends his hand out, offering to help pull you up. You stare at his hand for a brief moment before choosing to ignore it, standing up on your own and slinging your bag over your shoulder. Steve stares in bewilderment, standing frozen with his hand still outstretched before nodding silently and dropping it, turning to face the door and quickly moving on after you ignored him.

“That’s the third time in two weeks that you’ve been late. That you've made me late too.” You lean your shoulder against the wall as you watch him fish his keys from his pocket, studying the various keys attached to his key chain to try and figure out which one is correct. He decides to ignore your comment, or is perhaps too focused on his task to think of a reply. “One of these days I’m gonna get in trouble because of you.” You poke his denim clad shoulder, interrupting his focus.

Steve finally pauses his task as he turns his head in your direction, now unable to ignore you. “Yeah? And how's Keith gonna find out you were late? Is he here right now?” He asks sarcastically, looking around before calling out “Keith! Oh Keith! Come on out man! We know you’re hiding around here somewhere! Y/N’s late and it’s all my fault!” His loud voice echoes around the almost empty parking lot, startling the young teenager who’s walking into the arcade next door.

“Will you shut up?” You hiss out, shoving his shoulder and turning your face away from the street, red embarrassment creeping up your neck. “It's not just about getting in trouble. It’s the principle of it! Of constantly being late. It shows a lack of care.”

“I’m sure you can sense a lack of care because I do not, in fact, care. At all. You should actually try it sometime, maybe it’ll help unwind the stick up your ass and you’ll stop being so uptight.” Steve mutters out, turning back to his task of finding the right key. The new and improved Steve is usually a lot nicer, but something about you gets on his nerves and makes him snappy, especially when it’s nine in the morning and he’s barely awake or functioning at a normal level.

You choose to ignore his comment and don’t even take it personally since you know that you really can be uptight sometimes, plus, you kind of get a little satisfaction from getting under Steve’s nerves. “You’re also preventing the good people of Hawkins from renting movies during the assigned business hours of 9am to 11pm.” You’re only half joking when you say this, and Steve knows it too as he gives you a look which says See? Uptight. Stick is currently in ass.

“Because we totally have a long queue of customers going round the block at 9am on a Tuesday.” Steve huffs out sarcastically, trying one key in the lock before realising it doesn’t fit, taking it out and trying the next one.

“You know I have to wait half an hour by myself? And that's only half an hour if you actually get to work on time. It's even more when you’re late.”

Steve finally gets the correct key into the lock before pushing the door open. “Well, have you ever thought about not getting to work half an hour before you’re supposed to and just getting here, say, five minutes early like a normal person?”

“Have you ever thought about getting to work five minutes before you start?” You counter, trailing behind Steve into the store. “Plus, sometimes I have to wait and make awkward conversation with creepy Tony because he’s one of the few customers that gets here at opening.”

Steve turns around abruptly with a quizzical expression, stopping you in your tracks. “Creepy Tony?”

You shrug, stepping around him to get to the front of the counter, hiking yourself onto it and rearranging your legs to sit cross legged. “You know him. Comb over. Sad excuse of a moustache.” You explain, sifting through the candy display on the counter for some expired candy for breakfast, eventually finding a Twix bar that’s been expired for 3 weeks. You look up when you realise that Steve is still standing in the middle of the store, confused expression adorning his face. “He walks around the store for five minutes and pretends to think about what he’s gonna get, even though we both know he exclusively rents movies from the X rated section.” Steve makes a face at this. “Yeah, that creepy Tony. Whenever you’re late, it prolongs my awkward conversations with him.”

“I didn't know you were waiting with creepy Tony.” Steve mumbles out, looking slightly apologetic as he makes his way around and behind the counter to start counting the money in the register. You swivel your body around so you can directly face Steve and the register, opening up the chocolate wrapper and taking a huge bite out of it.

“But it shouldn't matter! It's about the principle of being late!” You exclaim, voice muffled through the mouthful of Twix.

“Well what about the principle of eating candy that you didn’t pay for.” Steve stares at you and the chocolate bar in your hand pointedly.

“I’ll have you know that this Twix bar expired three weeks ago, therefore, it is unsellable, therefore, it would’ve gone in the trash anyways, therefore, I am allowed to eat it and keep my principles intact. Unlike you who has no real justification for coming to work late.”

Steve rolls his eyes at you again, turning to face the register as he starts silently counting the cash in his hand to make sure the correct amount is in there. He thinks about his first impression of you back in middle school. Quiet, shy, organised, determined. The only thing that’s changed is that you definitely are not quiet or shy anymore, or at least when it comes to him. You have no problem speaking your mind in his presence, which is a stark contrast to how you acted around him before you started working with him and Robin at Family Video.

“Well, why do you get here so early anyway?” Steve questions.

“I don't have a car so my mom has to drop me off on her way to work.” You explain, shrugging your shoulders as you grab the pen and paper on the counter to start writing down which candy needs to be restocked, barely looking in his direction.

Steve remains silent for a minute as he watches you do your work, truly feeling bad for making you wait so long, especially if you have to wait around with a creep.

“Look, from now on, I'll pick you up before work so you don't have to worry about creepy Tony.” Steve says gently as he watches you, waiting for you to look at him.

“My problem was never creepy Tony.” You finally look up from your task and make eye contact with him. “He’s actually a surprisingly great conversationalist. My problem is you –” you point your pen at him, “ – being late. Plus, you can barely handle getting yourself here on time by yourself, let alone adding another stop on your way to work.”

Steve cracks a small smile at your relentless chastising, “Okay, so I'll set my alarm 15 minutes earlier.” He gives in.

You break eye contact before shaking your head, continuing your candy inventory. “Whatever. I don't need a ride. But you should still set that alarm earlier if it means you’ll get here on time.”

“No seriously, I’ll pick you up, it’s no big deal!” He insists. You look up at him again to see if he’s being serious. You and Steve honestly weren’t exactly the best of friends, you got along better with Robin. You didn’t hate each other per se, but pretty much all of your conversations included relentless, and exhausting, bickering. Plus, creepy Tony wasn’t actually that creepy once you got to know him, but getting a ride to work would probably be very helpful.

Steve sees that you’re unsure of him so he moves away from the register to fully turn his body in your direction, allowing him to stare directly at you with, what he hopes, is a sincere expression. “Look, you shouldn’t have to wait around either by yourself or with creepy Tony for half an hour when I can just pick you up. Besides, your house is on the way to work anyway. It's really no big deal.”

You squint your eyes at him, unrelenting. “How do you know where my house is?”

“Oh, you know, me and creepy Tony meet up after work and stalk you at night.” Steve says deadpan whilst you stare back unflinching, waiting for the real explanation. “We took the bus together in middle school, dumbass. I usually had to sit next to Carol yapping my ear off and I’d tune her out by staring out the window. I’ve got that bus route seared into my brain. Your house was only three stops before mine. 52 Cloverdale Lane.”

It's silent for a beat before you continue with your candy stocktake. “Hmm… You memorised my address. Maybe you and creepy Tony should meet up so you can compare notes.”

Steve breathes out a laugh before moving back to the register to continue his task. The air is a little lighter, the silence more comfortable now rather than awkward or tense. “So what do you and creepy Tony talk about anyway? Since, y’know, you said he’s such a great conversationalist and all.” He’s half leaning against the counter, now finished counting out the register and solely focused on you.

You shrug “Usually movies. Turns out he’s a massive film buff and has a great movie collection at home. Dude’s watched pretty much everything.” Steve snorts at this in amusement.

“Maybe that’s why he only rents the pornos. He’s watched everything else so he’s just trying to expand his horizons.” Steve says, making you bark out in unexpected laughter. Steve laughs along too, realising that this is probably the first time he’s made you laugh in the entire month since you started working together. You get interrupted from the door opening by none other than creepy Tony, who quickly glances at the X rated section before heading to the family friendly aisles, doing a terrible job at pretending to consider any of the movies. The two of you erupt into another round of giggles at this, doubling over in laughter and quickly ducking behind the counter to hide your laughter from the unassuming Tony. You’re both sitting on the floor, leaning against the inside of the counter and shielding yourselves from Tony as your laughter becomes uncontrollable.

“Did you – did you see his face?” You wheeze out, clutching your stomach.

“He was actually stroking his chin! He was pretending to think and stroking his chin!” Steve whispers out, wiping his eyes from the hysterical tears that escaped. You hear Tony clear his throat and slam something onto the counter, making you and Steve jump slightly in surprise. Steve looks over at you with wide eyes as you shove his shoulder, urging him to get up and serve him.

Steve quickly scrambles to his feet, running a hand through his hair and masking his amusement relatively well, although you can still see the corner of his mouth quivering slightly from your view on the floor. “Hello sir! Did you find everything alright?” Steve asks, grabbing the VHS and scanning it, creepy Tony grunting back in reply. You crane your neck to try and see which movie was being put through without Tony seeing you but can’t quite get a good angle. You tug on Steve’s pant leg to get his attention and mouth out “what is he renting?” Steve quickly swatting your hand away and looking back at Tony, ignoring your question. You pinch his leg to get him to look at you again, causing him to jump up slightly and glare at you before rolling his eyes and waving his hand at you under the counter, signalling that he understands what you want.

“So uh, was it just…” Steve pauses as he stares at the VHS in his hand, grimacing slightly before continuing, “Was it just Star Whores today?”. You accidentally let out a surprised squeak of laughter before quickly clamping your mouth shut with your hand, Steve coughing loudly to conceal the noise and kicking you lightly under the counter.

“Yep.” Tony replies, handing the cash over to Steve.

Steve nods as he fishes out the correct change. “I’m personally more of an Empire Strikes Back kinda guy.” He slides the movie across the counter with the change on top.

“Me too! But I’ve watched that so many times now that I’m just looking for something new. Broadening my horizons and whatnot.” Tony replies with an easy smile, no hint of embarrassment on his face whatsoever.

Steve pinches his lips together, holding back another smile. “Yeah no I totally get what you mean, man. Enjoy the movie and just have it back in five days!” Steve’s able to hold his expression, only breaking into a grin once Tony’s out the door, leaving the two of you alone once again. “The weirdest thing about that interaction is that I actually kind of believe him. I honestly do think he’s just expanding his movie knowledge.” Steve says, still staring at the door.

“See! I told you he’s not that bad once you start talking to him.”

“Aren’t you the one calling him Creepy Tony?”

You open your mouth to defend yourself but come up short since he is actually right. “Whatever. Help me up.” Is what you say instead, reaching your arms up to him.

Steve grabs both of your hands in his, rolling his eyes a little. “Now you want my help.” He mutters, pulling you up so quickly that you’re flush against him when you’re finally upright. You’re so close to each other that you have to crane your head back in order to see his face, noticing a blush forming up his neck. Your hands are still clasped in his but you barely realise as all your attention is drawn to his eyes whilst his are drawn to your lips.

You see him opening his mouth, about to say something before you quickly jump back and away from him, blushing furiously. “Why are your hands so sweaty?” You ask. You’re deflecting and you both know it, but you pretend like it's true and wipe your hands on your jeans.

Steve stares back at you in bewilderment, opening and closing his mouth, unsure of what to say. “Yours were all oily from that expired chocolate bar!” He finally contends back. And just like that, the moment is gone and you’re back to arguing.

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theauthorunicorn · 2 years

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In the Bleak Midspring | Steve Harrington (Part 3)

Summary: Spring break comes and the thought of catching up with your boyfriend in Hawkins may include saving the world and heart break.

Read Part 1 of In the Bleak Midspring here.

Read Part 2 of In the Bleak Midspring here.

May contain ST4 Vol 2 spoiler. Read at you’re own risk.

You’ve been warned.

a/n: my heart is so full right now for every notes that I get from likes to comments to reblogs, I really really appreciate it. let me say that I haven’t write anything like these for 2 years, I guess? until I decided to write some angsty fics. so, thank you thank you for each on of you. ♡ ♡ ♡ unto part 3!

“Best. Metal. Ever!” Dustin and I cheered as we jump up and down from the trailer. I hugged Eddie so tight because he did his best and I know if Chrissy Cunningham was here she’ll be proud.

But things go south, I thought we’ll stick to the plan that after we distract the demobats we’ll all go back to normal Hawkins but it seems like Eddie had a different plan. He made sure that me and Dustin were safe to the other side before he cut the rope and make a run to distract the demobats again.

Last time I cried was because of the stupidity of my boyfriend Steve Harrington but now I wept with Dustin as he cradle Eddie.

“L/N, hey, look at me,” he said, “stop crying Harrington might kill me if he saw you like this and think that I did not kept my promise about keeping you safe,” he coughs, “why did you came back? Did Henderson dragged you back here?”

“No,” I answered, “Just try to keep your eyes open for us Eddie, we’re gonna go get help.” I assured him. He just smiled at us and Dustin is crying like a river right now.

“I don’t need help, Harrington will still kill me since I played this dumb hero that he specifically said not to do. But, I did not run this time Y/N, right?” he asked. I nodded. “Thank you and will you take care of them for me, okay?” I nodded

Dustin and Eddie exchanged some words before everything went bleak.

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Two days later.

My dad has been bugging me to go out for the last forty-eight hours. I had been in my room either crying or just plainly staring at nothingness. The news was loud at the living room as my dad keep with updates.

He said that Nancy called asking if how am I.

He said that Robin called if she could come by and see me.

He said Dustin called asking if he could come to drop some pie his mom made.

He said that Steve called asking if he could talk to me. A couple of times.

But I said no. I am grieving and I don’t want to be a burden.

He also specifically said that “I’m getting tired of Steve calling every hour asking how you’ve been, so I told him to come by and see you by himself.”

“What? No, dad!” I protested.

“Did he broke up with you? Did he make you cry?”

No. Yes. I wanted to answer him. But I did not say anything.

“Okay, silence means Steve will come by and help you get to your normal self again.”

I wanted to tell my dad what happened. Like, truly happened but is he gonna believe me and if he did he will definitely kill Steve, Dustin and Robin for allowing me to go to that suicide mission. I tried to gather myself and took a shower and make myself presentable enough to help others. I just want to distract myself and the best thing to do is to help.

I grabbed my car keys and said goodbye to my dad.

“Steve is coming this afternoon and you’ll go out? And also the Harrington’s called” he meant Steve parents, “asked if we’re okay and I said we are and the last time I talk to Steve he said that his parents had not called to check on him.” he sighed, “But, at least we care and love him right?”

“Yeah, dad. I’ll get going.” I kissed him on the cheeks and hugged him.

“Be safe, peanut butter.”

“I hate the nickname, you know I’m allergic to nuts right?”

“But, you’re still my peanut butter. I love you.”

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I arrived at Hawkins gym and asked if where can I help and old sweet lady volunteer lead me to the clothes section asking me to sort things per category like from children’s clothes boy to girl, adults and many more so we can place it accordingly.

It’s been hours I guess and red head girl approached me and gave me PB&J sandwich, yes, I can see the peanut butter in between and it’s a no-no for me.

She asked, “You’re Robin’s friend, right? I saw you hanging out with Harrington like when you’re still in here.”

“Oh,” I forgot her name, shit I’m bad at this, “I’m Y/N.” I introduced myself.

“I’m Vickie,” she shake my hand. I smiled as I thought about how Steve and Robin were wildly talking, overlapping at the phone about her, Steve said that they are the same Robin and Vickie liking boobies which he said that it was not awkward in anyway because he liked it too - which is very very weird to hear from my boyfriend.

I politely refused her PB&J as I told her about my allergies and she was sweet enough to make me a sandwich with jelly as filling and we took a couple minutes to talk around about what happened and stuff. Actually as I listen to her, I couldn’t agree more with Steve about her he said that she’s like Robin.

Steve. I sighed, I look over the gym’s window and wonder where he is right now if his parents had checked on him or if he’s okay.

I buried myself again to my chores as I tried not to think about him. But if I’ll see him today and run back to my arms, I’ll let him because I fucking miss him so much.

So, I continued folding some clothes when the volunteer who guided me said, “Y/N, I have someone here to help you. Steve, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Steve.” she smiled sweetly.

As soon as I faced them both, I am as shocked as Steve is. We just stand there for a minute or two without saying anything to each other.

The lady volunteer may sense that there is probably something going on between us. She just simply said, “We could start with hi and hello, I guess.”

“Of course, of course,” Steve said as he wiped his palm to his jeans, “Hi.” he smiled.

“Hello.” I replied nervously.

“And,” the volunteer clapped, “so that’s what you need to do Steve I hope you still remember it.”

She exited and I continue to fold what I left.

We’ve been silence for a couple of minute not wanting to say anything to each other even if we have a lot to say.

“Your parents -” I bravely started a conversation.

But that’s the time he also chose to speak. “Your dad must be so annoyed -”

Then, I chuckled. “Same mind work alike.” I said.

“Yeah, yeah.” he laughed, “So?”

I shrugged, “Dad said your parents called today asked if how are we doing. Dad said we’re okay and he wonders if they already called you?”

“Oh, no, no but yeah I guess they might have tried. But I was not around most of the time. I helped the Wheeler’s sending some stuff here.” He admitted.

“I see.”

“But,” he said immediately, “Robin and Dustin was there and Mike, Jonathan and Eleven had arrived in a pizza van. I was so shocked that Mrs. Wheeler ordered a pizza but she said she did not order anything and the fact that someone is still running their pizza parlor after the earthquake. That’s so unbelievable.”

“That’s weird. Did they drive from Lenora to Hawkins?” I asked.

“Yeah, I guess so. Since that’s the way they arrived. I haven’t talked to them, really.” He said.

“We can drop by and check with them. Can you also go with me to see Max as well?” I said without looking at him.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll gladly accompany you wherever you want to go.” he promised me as he held my hand, “And I also want you to know the truth that there may be a time in which I saw Nancy with that dream I had but that was way way before,” he gripped my hands, “before I meet you again. Because when we sat to that sycamore tree I immediately pictured you in my many, many dreams. I decided that time that it’s you. It’ll be you yesterday, today and tomorrow. It is always you, Y/N. You.”

He kissed the back of my hand, “I’m sorry that I made you cry and also so sorry about what happened there with Eddie.” I nodded. “I wanted to see you that night but I stopped myself climbing to your window because I know how hard it is for you. But I’m here, I will always be here for you, Y/N be it with a smile or tears. I love you so so much. I’m so afraid that I might lose you. But, thank you for this.”

I smiled and crying, “Yeah, I’m sorry too.” I hugged him. “I love you.” I whispered to his chest.

“I love you.” he said back as he planted a kiss in my temple.

Our embrace broke when people inside the gym gathered to the windows as they stared at a snow like ashes falling from the sky.

“Is it snowing?” Someone asked.

I looked at Steve and he stared continuously outside. He held my hand tightly and I saw the terror in his eyes. We both know this battle is just the beginning of an end.

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lilac-den · 1 year

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TSR Snippet - Experimental Patience

Warning: Contains gruesome details, violence, torture, gore and mention of rape.

PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU AREN'T GOOD WITH DARK CONTENTS AND THE WARNINGS!

The basement is a quiet space for me, save for the sound of dripping liquid and wretched sobs.

"G-Gh...Ghlrgh..."

"Pl...Please, let us...let us go...sob."

I move my fingers to my temple with the hand I have been leaning my head again, my elbow on the table next to me. Rubbing it in circles, I sigh through my nose and dart my eyes between the people before me.

There are three people in front of me, strapped to their chairs. The first one is a man with damp, messy blond hair. His mouth is toothless and blood is spilling out. One of his eyes has blood spilling out, which is to be expected after I pulled it out.

The one in the second seat, a woman, is quiet and barely making a noise every five minutes. Her hair had been a luscious blue hair, now cut away with visible patches of her head like bald spots. Crimson liquid runs down the edge from the wounds on said 'bald spots', which made her blue hair dirty and no doubt stiff from the blood. If I move even a finger, I can see her flinching and hear more whimpers, albeit hoarse.

Then the third person, a man who is pleading to be let go, has the worst of the injuries out of the three. Bruises litter his face and whip marks are all over his body. But the biggest wound of them all is between his legs, where he keeps them spreading after my method of crushing his masculinity.

I purposefully drop the hammer I had used onto the table, letting it release a loud clang. That's enough to have the woman wailing.

"Aah...! No, NOOO!!!"

She starts squirming and rattling the chair, but it stays glued to the floor it's nailed on. Sadists would probably be having the time of their lives in hearing so much fear from a woman who once held so much belief in her power to resist crumbling.

However, I do not find much enjoyment in this; I don't even know if I'm feeling anything to this sight. It is what it is.

"H-Hhh...Haht do y-you..."

I glance at the first man - the toothless man - and more or less guess his question. I grab a metal dart from my table of tools and answer him with a swift throw of it towards him.

"ARGHHHH!!!"

As expected, he screams. Again. He throws his head back and shivers over the needle of the dart now embedded against his torso.

"L...Let me go..."

I turn to the third man now, quietly staring at him. He notices my gaze and he bends forward, the shackles on his wrists jingling.

"Let...me go...I'll do...anything...just anything..."

I turn to his allies, the woman and toothless man, then back to him. "Just you?"

A spark of light in his eyes. A spark of hope. He nods, weakly but with desperation in his voice. "Yes...Yes...me, just me..."

I sigh, my shoulders slumping a little. Then I lift myself off my chair and grab the rattling keys I have by my side. The third man's eyes gleam brighter the closer I walk to him. I bend down slightly and hold the key between our faces.

"Just you?" I ask him again with nary but a whisper in this desolate basement, "Like being the 'lucky' one who took the blond's V-card round after round?"

The mention of what he had boasted in the bar a few nights back saps away the hope in his eyes and he starts shaking his head. His lips tremble as much as his voice. "N-No...I would never-"

I slip the key between my fingers, enough to where only the tip is sticking out, and begin slamming my fist against the side of his head.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Blood sprays onto the floor again and after a while, I finally stop to step back.

Pained sobs leave the third man, no doubt his voice too hoarse to bring out more than such. I glance over to the toothless man and woman and they still have their eyes away, probably to look away from the horror.

They're forced to listen to it anyways; it's the only reason why I haven't cut off their ears.

I make my way back to my chair and put the now-blooded key on the table. Flipping open my book, I write down with the pen attached to it.

Subject 3 blood loss countdown...

I glance over to the other page of the book, where there is a little green snake on the corner of the page; it's something I drew before starting my sessions with those three.

The sight invokes an ache in my heart...then rage upon my blood.

It'll be a long while before they get to die

#The Sole Reminiscence #TSR #Snippet #very brutal Snippet #MC Snippet #Torture involved #Just felt like writing something grim #and it led to this #Yeowch

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cumbertunita · 6 months

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Cinnamon skin (Part 2)

Tenoch Huerta x reader

Warnings: +18

Note: original English translation of “Piel Canela (Parte 2)”

The Uber left us in front of the entrance of the building where I live, I opened the front door and we proceeded to enter. We waited for the elevator and as we entered it, Tenoch kissed me passionately, sticking his tongue in my mouth and making me moan. He took one of my legs and raised it to the height of his hip and began to rub his cock against my sensitive area.

"I want you, T/N" he said as he broke off the kiss for lack of oxygen "I'd like to make you mine right here".

"Patience, Mr. Huerta" I said between sighs.

The elevator doors opened and we walked to the door of my flat. Tenoch grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him, biting and kissing my neck while I tried to get the keys and open the door.

“Open the door...or I'll undress you here and fuck you in the hallway."

"Then let me...ahh" his continuous rubbing of his cock was turning me on more and more "L-let me open".

"Ok..." he said as he cupped my breasts stimulating my nipples "Open the door" he ordered.

As best I could I slipped the key into the lock and opened the door. Tenoch closed it behind us, put the lock on the door, and then he moved in on my lips, making the kiss even more intense.

He laid me back on the couch without stopping kissing me, started unbuttoning my trousers and slipped his hand into my panties so slowly it was torturous until he reached my clit.

"Please..." I said almost losing my mind.

"Are you begging?" he said, smiling and staring at me with his lust-filled gaze. His hand was simply hovering over my sensitive area...killing me with longing for him to touch me at his whim.

"I want you to touch me..."

"Easy, sweetheart. I've waited so long for this...I want to enjoy every part of you."

He then pulled his hand out, slowly pulled my trousers down as well as my panties. He left wet kisses all over my legs from my ankles to my thighs, where he left little bites that made me sigh shamelessly.

Dangerously close to my sensitive area but he only passed his lips almost brushing and his breath touching my clitoris...well he knows what he is provoking me, the way he is torturing me, he knows I need him and I want to feel him inside me. I'm still dying to kiss and caress every part of that cinnamon skin that has become master of my lowest passions.

He continued with his wet kisses and bites on my belly, abdomen until he reached my breasts where he took his time to remove my bra, kissing, sucking and grabbing them as he pleased.

"You are so beautiful" he said moving up to my neck to kiss it and back to my lips. It was my turn to take control of the situation.

Without stopping kissing him, I slowly straightened up until we were sitting up. I took his shirt and started to lift it up little by little making him sigh until I took it off completely, throwing it across the room.

I kissed him again and slowly moved my hands down his torso until I reached his trousers button, slowly pulling it down and unbuttoning the button.

"Ahh cutie...you make me so horny."

"I'm taking revenge for the torture I've gone through for a while".

I slipped my hand down his trousers to stroke his member over his underwear.

"Someone's ready to play."

"No, he's ready to be yours" I looked at him perplexed admiring every part of his face, his love-struck sheepish eyes captivating me more and more melting me inside.

"Just like me"

I stood up, took his hand and led him to my room where I kissed him again while caressing his member after removing his trousers and underwear. He didn't stay behind and slowly lowered one of his hands to my clitoris while with the other he squeezed my waist and pulled me towards him. This time...he did touch me and boy did he touch me.

First it was slow and provocative movements and little by little he increased the speed making me moan like I had never done before. I tried to keep up with him, I love the sweet sounds he gives me with the touch of my hand stimulating his member.

"I can't take it anymore, my dear" he said as he carried me and laid me down on the bed "you drive me crazy, you'll pay for that".

He moved vehemently down my body and finally brought his lips to my clitoris - God, I didn't know how well he could use that tongue! Instinctively I clutched my hands to the sheets and arched my back, moaning.

"Tenoch, I'm going to come..." I said, trying to hold on as long as possible.

"Oh no, you're not" he said attacking my lips with his mouth and seconds later he thrust his member inside me.

"You are so warm..." he said moaning as he got inside me.

"Don't stop...it feels so good."

"You're in charge, ma’am”

He started slow and then picked up the pace making our moans and grunts louder and we quieted them by kissing each other from time to time. He pulled out of me, turned me over so I was face down on the bed and kissed every inch of my back sending shivers down my spine.

He caressed my sensitive area with the tip of his dick.

"Tenoch, please, I beg you..."

"I love to see you aroused, I love everything about you" he then thrust hard and deep inside me, making me moan loudly "not so loud, baby...we might disturb the neighbours".

He leaned into my body and kissed me while he was making me his until together we came to orgasm.

I could feel his body giving off heat and sweat like mine. I had longed to be with him like this for a long time. He kissed me tenderly on the back, pulled out of me and lay down next to me trying to catch his breath as I did.

"Hehe...did I leave you exhausted?" He said with a tone of triumph

"Show-off" we were silent for a few seconds "Will you hug me?" I said stretching my arms towards him

"I thought you'd never ask me," he moved closer to me and settled my head on his chest.

"I wonder why we didn't dare to do this before..." I said, caressing his chest.

"I was afraid...I thought that because I was an actor, you would never take me seriously" I looked into his eyes and kissed him.

"I thought so too, but with this...what's in store for us?"

"Would you like to give it a try? I mean, this thing we just did turned out pretty good...and I've never felt with anyone what I've felt with you. I want you next to me and make you smile..." he moves closer to my ear "and moan...always".

"Of course I'd like to give it a try, with you I had a connection I've never had with anyone. If this goes VERY well...imagine what we could achieve together" We both smile at each other and hug "Stay and sleep with me tonight, just as we are".

"I'd be honoured" we kissed, pulled sheets and duvet, cuddled and slowly drifted off to sleep.

THE END

So sorry for the delay translating it!! Hope you like it 🥰

#tenochito #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta namor #tenoch x reader

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alicienacorvin · 2 years

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It’s 2 A.M. The song on the radio says so as it pipes into the car, tinny and warbly through the old and busted speakers. The clock on the radio blinks out at me, a steady tick-pause-tick-pause, announcing the time as 3:34. If it’s blinking, I can’t trust it. Better to go by the song. It’s 2 A.M. as the far away music rolls into the car to mingle with the hot, humid breeze that blows in through the open windows. The lyrics go thick and damp as the night air condenses on them and they sweat as I sweat, arms sticking to the cracked driver’s seat. I lean my head against the doorframe next to me, looking out into the night.

The sun set so long ago but I can still smell the sharp, acrid scent of the asphalt rising off the parking lot of the WAFFLE HOUSE where I have been sitting. Wrapped around that is the stink of grease and fried, burned things wafting from the building. I peer in through the broad front windows of the diner. Yellow light spills out onto the pavement, though it doesn’t quite reach where I’m parked. I see no people inside, no shadows or shapes moving around the counter or booths. The lights are on, but nobody’s home, as they say. The lights are on and meat is burning on the flattop and nobody’s home to eat it, as they say.

I flick my gaze up to the big yellow sign out front. The A is out, so tonight it’s more of a W FFLE HOUSE. A few of the other letters are flickering and I watch them carefully. Sometimes, when there’s a storm somewhere out across the swamp and the scrub and the static is hanging heavy in the air, the sign flickers more and occasionally it spells things out. I like to see if I can catch the patterns. Most often it’s a friendly H E L L O blinked out to me. A few times it’s S E E U S. More than once, simply F L E E. Once, but only once, it was T H E Y A R E C O M I N G. Tonight, it’s nothing. It’s static, the boring sort that filters down through the air and infects the radio. It’s 2 A.M. and the song turns to a low, dull buzz in the speakers.

I reach down to the dial and tune the radio between stations. The static grows louder and harsher, the opposite of a white noise as it fills the car and spills out into the parking lot. I read once that a chunk of that sound, the crinkly rasping sound of static in between stations comes from the planet Jupiter. It pumps out so much radiation that it filters back to Earth and crashes into the magnetic field, releasing charged particles into the air. Radio antennae pick this up and translate it the only way they know how: as noise. But what if we did a better job at it? Really picked apart what those signals meant? What would they say? Maybe they’d still just be noise. Maybe it’d be Jupiter given a voice. I often wonder what words it would hurl at us with such force that they crossed a billion miles of space.

Maybe they’d be angry, rage filled diatribes at us. Maybe Jupiter hates us. When the Solar System was young, Jupiter tried to hurl every rocky planet into the Sun as they were born like Saturn devouring his own son to stop from being overthrown. But Saturn is what saved us and it pulled Jupiter back out into the outer system before it could finish the job. In mythology, Saturn tried to eat Jupiter but was tricked and eventually was overthrown by Jupiter. In history, Saturn restrained Jupiter from eating the other children. I don’t know if any of this is true, though. I read it on a placemat at a diner and they’re notoriously unreliable.

I switch the radio over to a different station. This one comes in as clear as it can through the cracked and faded dashboard. It’s 2 A.M. says the song and I nod in agreement. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch as all the lights in the W FFLE HOUSE flick off in unison. I reach down and twist the key in the ignition, listening to the engine struggle for a few moments before it finally catches and roughly coughs to life. WAFFLE HOUSE is open 24 hours a day, so you never want to be around when one closes. I leave the headlights off as I back out of my parking space and carefully pull out around the building to the exit. In the flickering glow of the sign, I see something out of the open front doors but I know better than to pause.

As I pull out onto the road, I turn the headlights on and the landscape jumps out to greet me. It’s a narrow stretch of pavement, only two lanes and barely that. Steep ditches are dug along the sides with almost no room for shoulders and beyond that is a thick, low scrub of palmettos dotted with solitary sand pines that swayed gently against the night sky. Beyond that, the cyprus trees rose up in a thick wall on either side of the road, forming a corridor maybe just over a hundred yards wide. It was a straight shot through, though. I just did my best not to look out across that scrub. I’d made that mistake before. It gets real easy to veer off into the ditch if something catches your eye as it makes its way through the palmetto fronds.

Twenty minutes pass down that road and it’s 2 A.M. There’s no other cars, but I don’t expect there to be. Most folks take the highway out across this stretch. It’s faster, for sure. It’s a direct line to wherever you want to go. This road was also a direct line, but some straight routes were longer than others. This one usually was, though sometimes it was faster and so I took my chances.

Ahead of me, the sky opens up in a flash like light streaking in through a crack in the heavens. It’s bright white that fades to a dull blue and then a bruised purple before leaving a memory like dried blood in the clouds. I hunch down in my seat, trying to watch for the next flash of lightning while my car drifts side to side on the road. It doesn’t matter, there’s no one out this way. There never is. The next flash comes and, like the first, it’s too far away for me to hear the thunder but the sight of it makes my skin tingle. I press my foot down harder on the gas. My car doesn’t go any faster at this encouragement, but I feel better when I do it.

I look back down at the road in time to see the man walking along the edge of the ditch. There’s never anyone else out this way, but sometimes there is. The road in front of him is illuminated by my headlights and he turns to look at me, holding a hand out with a thumb raised to ask for a lift. I gently swerve over into the other lane to give him a wide berth, just on the safe side. I pass him, see him washed out in white light as he tries to get me to stop. He’s shirtless and even as I go past him at speed, I can make out every rib in his chest. His jaw hangs open and his eyes are dark pits. Silently, I apologize to him in my head and hope the message comes across. Usually I’d stop, but I had a bad experience a few weeks back. I picked up a man in a suit who was wheeling his luggage down the road from the airport. The nearest airport was a hundred miles away, so I felt bad for him. I don’t remember what happened next, but two weeks later I woke up in front of the only church in Chokoloskee.

He fades into the darkness behind me, inky night reaching out with long fingered hands to pull him safely into the depths. He struggles at first, reaching out for me, wordlessly begging for help. Or maybe he screams and I am simply too far to hear him. When I do not stop, do not reverse, he accepts his fate. Nyx pulls him to her chest and he is gone. I envy him.

The tires on my car hum steadily, pulling me along the dark road to places I do not even know. You can drive here for hours and hours and never get anywhere. The same trees will pass you by, flitting blurs in the evening gloom, until you reach the ocean. Then you turn around and go back the way you came until the sea rises to meet you again. Unless you go north. North is nothing. North takes you nowhere. This place always pulls you back, like a tether on your back. It stretches and strains until you’re just spinning your wheels, burning rubber in the same place for hours and hours before you give up. Then you give up and the cord snaps back and you start all over again. Someone told me once that this is not a place but a state of being and I don’t believe that. I’m not full of trees.

Still, sometimes you get lucky. Sometimes you get places even if they weren’t where you meant to go. You find places you didn’t know existed. They break up through the earth itself, great monuments to humanity that are waiting for you to go there. Tonight I’m lucky. A yellow glow greets me on the horizon, growing and growing until it pushes back the night and illuminates the clouds hanging heavy in the sky. I turn on my blinker and turn into the parking lot. Parking near the edge, I glance up at the sign. Tonight, the second F is out, making it more of a WA FLE HOUSE. Static fills the air and the letters flicker. C O M E I N. I turn off the engine and step out into the sticky, heavy air.

By the time I reach the door, my skin feels slick. It’s going to rain, I think, but it’s always going to rain. Cold air blasts me as I step into the diner, sending goosebumps racing over my body. I shudder, hesitate a moment, and step inside. It smells like oil and the burnt remains of food that haven’t been scraped off the grill yet. There’s no one behind the counter, no one sitting at the tables beneath the buzzing fluorescent lights. Color bleeds out of the walls and the booths, seeping to the floor and sizzling away. It’s a sterile sort of feeling. It’s a comforting sort of feeling.

I walk by the counter, past most of the booths, finding the one in the back near the bathroom. It’s my booth. It’s always been my booth. I sit down and the plastic skin of the seat creaks and squeaks beneath me. There’s a sweet tea in a plastic cup waiting for me, weeping condensation onto the table in a spreading ring. I wrap my hands around it to comfort it.

Above me, the radio crackles to life, a tinny sound playing through old speakers that maybe have never been replaced. On the other side of the table, the man without eyes has been waiting. His mouth hangs open, jaw unhinged from the rest of his skull, showing the darkness where night has taken up residence.

He orders the pecan waffles.

It’s 2 A.M.

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