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corroded-hellfire · 4 months

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I am humbly requesting Eddie wearing a shirt that says “nerds make the best lovers” and then proving it to bookworm!Reader.

Your request is my command. I hope I have done your idea justice!

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral f!receiving, slight choking, soft dom!eddie, public sex (kinda?)

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Eddie struts into your first period English class with Ms. O’Donell, late as usual, and she doesn’t even glance away from the chalkboard she’s scribbling vocabulary words on to acknowledge his tardiness. On instinct, you smile at your boyfriend as he makes his way to his seat near you, but as your eyes scan over his shirt, heat blooms in your cheeks.

“Nerds Make the Best Lovers” his t-shirt claims in bold, gothic-style red lettering on the black tee. Eddie gives you a brazen wink and by the sound of all the snickering coming from students around you, you know other people have read the clothing’s pronouncement as well. Mortified, you bury your face in your hands, only peeking out to see if O’Donnell caught a glimpse of her least favorite student’s shirt. Luckily, O’Donnell gave up reading whatever shit his t-shirts said after her twentieth time or so sending Eddie to the front office for dress code violations.

Eddie plops down in the seat next to yours and he shoots you another wink as if you hadn’t seen the first one he gave you when he walked in. Refusing to encourage any of this behavior, you don’t look your boyfriend’s way once the entirety of the class.

Once the period ends, however, Eddie won’t let you get away from him that easily. He jogs down the hallway to catch up with you and drapes a heavy arm over your shoulders.

“Where’s the fire, baby?” he asks. “Where ya headed in such a hurry?”

You shake your head in non-response and keep walking down the hallway, not sparing him a glance. Eventually, you come to a section of hallway that’s mostly emptied of people and you turn to face him, your shoes squeaking against the white linoleum floor beneath you at the tenacity of your spin.

“What is with that shirt, Eddie? Are you trying to embarrass me?”

“Embarrass you?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows. “Baby, I’m just stating a fact. Nerds do make the best lovers. And I’m more than happy to give you a reminder…”

He trails a finger up your arm, and it sends a thrilling shiver down your spine. Any irritation or annoyance instantly melts away at his touch. Your resistance was already futile but Eddie putting his hands on you always seems to shut off any coherent part of your brain.

“A reminder, huh?” you coo, ensnared by his flirtations.

“That’s right. I’ll show just how good this nerd can make you feel.”

You decide to hell with it; there’s nothing particularly important going on today. Nothing that you couldn’t afford to miss, anyway. And even if there was? Eddie’s body pressed up against yours is worth a detention or a missed test.

“Should we head out to your van for this demonstration?” you ask. The number of times his old, beat down van has been out in the school parking lot, rocking back and forth from the two of you, is too high to count. Most of the times being while school is still in session.

“No, I’ve got somewhere better in mind.” Eddie tugs you by the wrist, leading you down the hall in the opposite direction. He comes to a halt in front of a familiar door and pulls you into the drama room. It’s abandoned and quiet as Eddie locks the door behind you. There’s some D&D paraphernalia scattered around the room, a few D20s that were left out on the table.

“Hmm, so the ultimate symbolism of your nerdiness, huh?” You tease as you sit yourself down on his throne at the head of the table. The seat is cold beneath you, but you refuse to let it show.

Eddie stalks over to stand before you and rests a hand on either arm rest of the throne. He lowers his head to meet your gaze with his own challenging one.

“I suppose you think I’m going to kick you out,” he says, referring to the seat. “Not today, my lady. Today…” he lowers himself down to his knees. “Today you just sit back and enjoy my throne while I make you feel good.”

He makes quick work of yanking your jeans and panties off and tosses them somewhere behind him. A strong hand grips each of your calves and spreads your legs wide open, Eddie wasting no time before he’s licking a stripe up your folds.

“Oh, fuck,” you whine, fingers digging into the sturdy arm rests at your sides.

Eddie smirks against your pussy as he begins to flick his tongue against your clit. He knows every one of your little tells and knows just the right speeds and pressures to apply to your bundle of nerves to get you just where he wants you to go.

Your fingers scramble to find purchase on the chair as pleasure floods your body, so Eddie laces one of his hands with yours to ground you. His mouth keeps working against your pussy and you do your best not to grind your hips up to meet his tongue. It’s so tempting but you know it will only draw out Eddie’s teasing in the long run.

With his free hand, Eddie delicately trails one ringed finger around your entrance, going round and round, never breaching it though. The delicious whines spilling from your lips only encourage him on.

“Shit, you taste so good, baby. God, I love your pussy,” he murmurs from between your legs.

“Eddie,” you whimper desperately, eager for him to use his fingers already. Being a nerd might not necessarily make him the best lover, but being a guitar player does make for a magical experience when he fingers you.

“Mm?” he hums against your core.

“N-Need your f-fing—holy shit, yes.”

Eddie knew what you needed before you even said it. The two of you work so well together, both mind and body, that you’re like separate pieces of the same machine, headed towards the same goal.

Two thick fingers stretch you out, at your request, as Eddie raises his head slightly to suck on your clit. He curls his fingers up and gently brushes over the spot that he knows makes you see stars. Your own fingers tighten on the arms of the throne and your legs tense around Eddie’s head.

“Shit! Fuck, fuck, I’m coming!”

Eddie smirks against your clit as he helps you ride it out, with both his fingers and mouth. He loves watching you as you come down from your high; all out of breath and dewy from a thin layer of sweat.

The loss of his fingers as he slips them out of you is quickly made okay as you watch him pop them in his mouth as you try and catch your breath. His cocky facial expressions would annoy you if you weren’t feeling so amazing from his damn mouth.

Once he’s licked you from his fingers, he reaches down and fumbles with the handcuff buckle on his belt.

“Made you feel so good and didn’t even take my cock out yet.”

“Wipe that…smirk off your face.” You try to sound assertive, but it falls flat in your blissed out state.

Eddie chuckles and leans in, wrapping one hand around your throat; not tight enough to restrict air, just enough for you to feel the pressure.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to be making demands here, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear. “Pretty sure you’d let me do whatever the hell I want to you right now, won’t you?” Both of you know the answer to that, but when you don’t give a verbal response, Eddie tightens his grip on your throat just slightly. “I said, won’t you?” he growls.

“Y-Yes,” you squeak out.

The sound pleases Eddie, and he smiles deviously as he releases your throat. He presses a sweet kiss to your cheek that’s a stark contrast to how he was just handling you.

“That’s what I thought,” he says, smugness clear in his tone.

He grabs your hands and yanks you up out of the throne. An involuntary yelp passes through your lips as he spins the two of you around and backs you up until your bare thighs bump into the table.

“Shirt off. Bra too,” Eddie orders.

You do as he says, Eddie’s eyes taking you in like the prey that you are to him with every move that you make.

Once you’re completely naked, Eddie presses his index finger right in the middle of your chest and gives just enough force for you to get the hint that he wants you to lie back.

The moment you get your ass on the table, large strong hands grab behind your knees and pull you towards the edge, so your back falls flat against the surface and your legs are able to wrap around your boyfriend’s lithe body. He pushes down his black jeans and boxers enough to line himself up with your entrance. But he doesn’t push in just yet.

“Say my fucking name, sweetheart,” he says as he leans over you.

“E-Eddie.”

“Louder. I want anyone walking by to know who’s in here making you feel so good.”

“Eddie!”

The man’s grip tightens on your legs and his cock just barely slips into you.

“I said louder. Are you going to be a good girl and listen to me or what?”

“Fuck, Eddie!”

He smirks in triumph at the way you scream his name.

“That’s my girl.”

He finally pushes inside of you, agonizingly slowly, his body towering over yours as he thrusts. Each time, he goes a little deeper, his eyes boring right into yours as he moves his hips.

Your jaw drops open and small gasps escape your lips. You’re not sure what’s hotter: how Eddie’s pounding into you or how he’s staring into your eyes, not once breaking contact.

Eddie groans as he finally bottoms out.

“Jesus Christ,” he swears. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

No words whatsoever fill your mind as you lose yourself in the feeling of Eddie inside your walls. Your boyfriend notices this as well and another arrogant smirk grows on his lips while he stares down at you.

“Aw, already cock drunk, princess? Not a thought in that pretty little head of yours?”

You want so badly to refute it, but you don’t have the words to do so–only further proving his point.

The cool table feels nice against your back as your skin becomes sticky with sweat. Your hands slide from Eddie’s arms and your fingers grip the edge of the table.

Eddie notices the movement and doesn’t want you holding on to anything that isn’t him, though. His hands slide up your body and he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“Eddie,” you whine.

“Oh, she can speak,” Eddie coos.

“Eddie.”

“What is it, my love?”

“C-Close.”

Eddie holds both of your wrists in one hand while the other one snakes down and presses his thumb against your clit.

“Come on, baby,” Eddie goads. “Be my good girl and cum for me.”

“W-Want you to…with me,” you pant out between labored breaths.

“Don’t worry,” Eddie says with a wry chuckle. “I’m right there with you.”

Eddie might be a complete menace sometimes, knowing exactly how to drive you crazy, but you know him just as well and know how to bring him to the brink.

“I-Inside,” you pant. “Need you to cum inside me.”

“Jesus,” Eddie groans, squeezing his eyes closed and clenching his teeth as he tries to hold back.

“Please,” you beg.

“Well,” Eddie huffs with a laugh, “since you asked so nicely. Come on, princess. Let go.”

The twitch of Eddie inside of you and the feeling of him filling you up has you arching your back as sparks fly behind your eyelids and ecstasy radiates up your body.

“Eddie, yes.”

“Louder,” Eddie manages as he fucks his load into you.

“Eddie!”

The blissed out feeling from his orgasm and your shouting of his name puts a big, dopey grin on Eddie’s face.

“Shit, princess,” he says with a chuckle as he buries his head in your neck. You giggle as he presses kisses and nips at the skin there.

Eddie doesn’t make a move to get off of you, which you don’t mind one bit. You tangle your fingers in his frizzy locks and press kisses to the side of his head.

“So?” he eventually mumbles against your skin.

“So what?”

Eddie picks his head up and looks at you.

“Do nerds make the best lovers or what?” he asks, eyebrows waggling.

You can’t help but laugh as you nod your head in affirmation.

“Yes, Eddie. You have proven it to me.”

“Mmm, good,” he hums before he goes back to kissing your neck.

“What’re you doing?” you ask as the kisses become more and more intense.

He pulls back to look at you again.

“You really think the best lover is only going for one round?” He scoffs and goes back to kissing your neck.

“Thank God for nerds,” you mumble as your eyes slip closed.

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drunk-on-dk · 1 year

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Track 2: Night Drive | Yoon Jeonghan (m)

Track 2 - Night Drive // HENRY - playlist linked here

Pairing: best friend's brother!Jeonghan x fem!reader Genre: SMUT (minors DNI), best friend's brother to lover trope lol, minimal fluff & angst themes, pwp (minimal plot) w/c: ~2.4k Summary: Jeonghan takes you on a night drive to help calm you down.

Explicit Content - Minors DNI, Listeners 18+, NSFW Warnings Below

content warning: unprotected sex (practice safe sex pls); fingering; no specific pronouns used, but reader has female anatomy; pet names (angel); self-doubtful thoughts; crying bc sad reader; hating men briefly agenda; riding; car sex! means steamy car; heavy on the eye-contact; i'm definitely missing stuff

a/n: major delay on this one I am so sorry, had a crazy week, but was so excited to finish writing this. Please enjoy and provide your lovely feedback <3

"I want you so bad I want you to be mine”

It was all a blur to Jeonghan how he had you, his sister’s best friend, like putty for him in the backseat of his SUV. You were so moldable for him in ways he could have never imagined, your delicate skin pressing against his and making him feel like he could overheat any second from the direct contact of your chest on his.

The moonlight that filtered in from the sunroof illuminates you from behind, casting a halo around your body and making you look more angelic than ever. You were heavenly, even when you were situated in this compromising position on top of Jeonghan with your eyebrows tightly threaded in pleasure. Each divine roll of your hips over his crotch had you both crooning, gentle words of encouragement from Jeonghan encouraging you to grind your core against him with more zeal and neediness.

Jeonghan’s car felt hazy, the air thick with desire and your burning figures provided more than enough heat to sufficiently steam the windows. You were in the middle of nowhere, but even if someone did pass by, they wouldn’t be able to see your two bodies casting together in the backseat.

“Fuck,” Jeonghan’s voice comes out broken and high-pitched, his wide eyes reconnecting with your blown out ones, trying to read your mind before he makes his next declaration. The sound of him almost makes the tightly wound band inside of you snap, especially when he follows the movement of your hips and grinds up harder against your clothed cunt. “I want you so bad, angel.”

You already feel sore from continually circling your hips on Jeonghan for a while now, on the brink of your release for God knows how long. You were so desperate after the night you had, which is exactly how you ended up in this situation, that you could barely mutter out a coherent response, but you somehow do, affirming that you feel the same way.

“Want you s’bad too, Hannie.”

Fuck, you were endearing, making Jeonghan’s heart flutter from hearing how innocently you muttered his nickname in between each breathy gasp of yours. Jeonghan didn’t know if you two could ever return to normal after this; he had not a single clue how he could hide that he fucked his sister’s best friend when he’s sure all he’ll ever think about is how you sound and feel from now on.

It was a mistake really and it was not at all in his plan to have you on top of him like he does now. All he meant was to take you for a relaxing night drive when you appeared at his bedroom door, your usually wonderous eyes threatening to spill tears as you vehemently spewed that you ‘hate all men.’

Jeonghan could tell how serious of a predicament you were in to end up at his door like this, you were his last resort after storming over to your best friend’s house, and his sister was nowhere to be found. Thankfully deciding to suppress the chuckle that threatened to bubble from his chest and quell any teasing comments, he had realized that you meant the all the venomous words you said as you ranted about being stood up for the nth time by the same person.

“God,” you paced into Jeonghan’s room, hands laced through your unruly locks, taking him aback slightly as you brushed past him, “are all men like this? Jeonghan, you could tell me, right? How am I so fucking stupid to think he’d change?”

Jeonghan didn’t even know how to respond to you, finally taking a step back to analyze the situation and determine how in the world he could console you. He had no clue what screwed-up situation you had been in, but he knew that nothing he could say would be the answer you were looking for. Your eyes showed that you were distraught, morphing your soft features into a state of despair that he’s never seen only a few times before.

“C’mon,” he finally concedes, slipping past you and beckoning you to follow his lead. “Let’s go for a drive to get your mind off things. I can listen in the car.”

Of course, you follow his lead, acknowledging that it would be nice to drive around at least until his sister gets home.

The thing about Jeonghan is that he is actually a very good listener, even if he has annoying tendencies to push your buttons. He listens to you as you rant aimlessly for half an hour, nodding and humming in agreement at the right times, and seeming too sincere about it all.

“You don’t have to agree with everything I say, Hannie,” you chuckle sadly, a slight sniffle reminding you of the troubled state you’ve been in ever since you arrived at his door. “I could be the problem for all I know.”

With that, Jeonghan is hastily pulling over on the side of the road with a dramatic huff, the sound of tires on gravel replacing the low hum of the engine and pulling his key out of the ignition.

“I don’t think you’re the problem, Y/N.” You’ve never seen him look so serious, his sympathetic eyes locking onto yours as he searches your features to better read what is going on in that brilliant mind of yours.

He hates seeing you this way, this wasn’t the confident person he watched grow over the years and years that you were his sister’s friend. Jeonghan always thought you were beautiful, smart, and witty, and he could simply get lost in the thought of you if he let himself. The only thing that stood between him and you was his sister and the uncertainty if you felt the same way. You two had an inevitable history, dating back to the time he pecked you in his basement at the ripe age of 16 after a dare during one of his sister’s secret parties up until the present, even joining you as a fake date for weddings as you got older.

“What if I’m not right for anyone?” Tears are welling in your eyes again, self-doubt clouding your thoughts as you begin to overanalyze your night and your relationship history overall.

“Stop,” Jeonghan’s voice is much louder than usual, making you jump in your seat and briefly shallow your panicked breaths. Jeonghan takes a deep breath before he speaks again, thinking very carefully and filtering all the thoughts running through his mind, fearing that he may say something that will only upset you more.

However, rather than speaking, Jeonghan does something that surprises even him. Leaning over the center console, Jeonghan’s lips collide with yours, a salty, sweet taste staining the plush buds as you lean deeper into the kiss.

Pulling away, you run your fingers over your lips, unsure of the turbulent feeling rising from your belly into your chest. He almost panics at the way your eyes widen, worried that he’s stepped over the line, but he’s delightfully surprised when your shock becomes pure desperation, grasping the sides of his face and pulling him back into a hungry, even more, passionate kiss.

This is when Jeonghan finds himself in the back of his car, tangled up in you and planted firmly between your legs, swallowing each pathetic moan of yours with each desperate roll of your hips.

Jeonghan can feel the heat radiating from your core. He’s almost positive you’ve soaked through your panties onto his jeans at this point, making him even more worried about how he will ever bring you back to his home without the evidence of you somewhere.

A honeyed aroma fills the air, and your perfume wafts off your tacky skin, overwhelming Jeonghan’s senses when you nuzzle into him and nip at his skin. He’s desperate at this point, all consumed by the way you feel and hastily pulling your skirt up to your waist.

There is no point in waiting any longer, questioning and confirming that you are OK with him taking things further before two deft fingers slip under your dampened panties upon your approval. His pointer and middle finger run along your slit, the two digits easily slipping between your folds from how aroused you’ve become.

The sigh you let out is so heavenly, contradicting the unholy sounds that continue to escape past your lips as Jeonghan continues to pump his fingers in and out of you.

You’re desperate as well at this point, riding his fingers until his knuckles are impossibly deep in you. Jeonghan chuckles at your ambitiousness, a shiver running down his spine when your fingers dig into his shoulders when he curls his fingers inside of you. “Take it easy, angel. You need it that bad?”

“Please, Hannie,” if Jeonghan couldn’t see the pleasure that overwhelmed your features he’d almost think you were in pain by how constricted your voice was. A pornographic moan follows your cries for release as he continues his ministrations, finally allowing his thumb to expertly rub at your throbbing clit.

That’s all you need for your first release of the night, collapsing into his body as your walls pulse around his fingers, feeling a sense of relief wash over you after being so strung out. Jeonghan’s breathing matches your own, following each inhale and exhale to keep himself at bay.

Jeonghan was shocked when you began to ravage him seconds later; your serene, orgasmic afterglow became feverish as you palm against the obvious erection tenting his sweatpants. Just like him, you had no patience, only pulling his pants and boxers down far enough to release his length for your famished eyes to see.

“God,” you gasp, small fingers wrapping around his heavy length and watching the way his eyes turn even darker when you do so. “So pretty, Hannie. Just like you. Need you inside of me.”

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan chokes out, already feeling overstimulated when your thumb runs over his tip to collect his precum and then working your hand up and down his silky length. “I want you so bad, angel. Need to hear it back.”

“Want you too, I promise.”

Jeonghan’s lost in your eyes at this point, the way they twinkle in the moonlight is brighter than any star in the sky, and he knows he’d fight for you in any way possible. He can’t help but oblige when you line his cock up against your entrance, gathering some of your arousal before slowly sinking down until your hips connect with his.

He’s never felt so high in his entire life, never truly knowing the feeling until now when your warm walls are wrapped so tightly around his size. It’s pitiful, the moisture in the air so thick from your bodies and hot breath as you both moan in pleasure, but neither of you have really moved much yet.

You’re the first one to take initiative, rolling and circling your hips and taking him impossibly deeper. The friction against your clit is so delicious, making you twitch in his grasp as he tries to ground himself. It's enough to make Jeonghan hiss, almost scolding you when your hips lift a bit higher only to drop down again, “what makes you think you’re not right for anyone, Y/N? F-fuck, never had anyone this perfect and tight for me.”

His praise is enough to encourage you even more, your hips circling with more fervor and tightening up the hot rubber band waiting to snap inside of you again. Jeonghan is absolutely entranced at this point, eyes darting from where your body connects with him, to the flush of your skin, and up to your radiant features that expose how close you are to your second release.

Jeonghan refuses to let this end here, not wanting this moment to be short as he firmly grabs your hips. His strength is shocking when he halts the desperate rock of your hips, a pout replacing your once slack jaw when you feel the buildup of pleasure ebbs away.

You almost begin to protest before Jeonghan cuts you off, a harsh thrust of his length up into your well-adjusted cunt knocking the wind out of you.

“Don’t you dare say anything, angel,” he demands, bouncing you up and down on his cock and hammering deeper inside of you. All you can do is nod, head falling back until Jeonghan grabs your chin, challenging you to keep your eyes open for him. “Eyes on me, Y/N.”

You obey, letting him drive his cock into you with each harsh thrust, positive that the car is rocking from the force of every plunge inside you. The pleasure is so extreme with each brush of his pelvis against your clit, the dark haze of pure desire in his eyes only making you gasp and cry out louder.

Jeonghan and you are both so gone, absolutely spellbound by one another with each delicious ping of pleasure and lost deep in each other’s eyes that neither of you notices how close you both are to your release. Jeonghan only comes back down to earth when he feels your walls flutter with one last shallow thrust, releasing his warm, thick cum deep inside of you when your cunt spasms and clenches uncontrollably. He remains buried deep inside of you, letting residual waves of pleasure wash over the two of you, and gently brushing at your matted hair when you nestle in closer to his body.

The pure horror Jeonghan feels when he hears you sniffle, a crocodile-sized tear falling down your cheek as you resurface to breathe in some of the sex-filled air. Suddenly, he’s worried that he’s made a mistake and crossed your boundaries, up until your sniffles are replaced by your melodious laughter.

“What are we going to tell your sister?”

God, he’ll tease you forever for giving him such a fright, but he lets you know that you can take as long as you need to before letting her know, only if you can be his for however long you’ll have him.

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jadewritesficshere · 30 days

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Warmth

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie takes you home after work (1150 words)

Contents: Reader suffers from chronic pain, smoking weed, no gender descriptors for reader, reader is called Baby

Please note I am not a doctor and do not take any medical advice from me ok thanks also each person's health is different from someone elses so please be kind to each other thanks bye

You sigh as you finally lock the door for the store. You had started the day out with working your regular shift. Which had been fine, even if you had felt a little stiff. Then that coworker called in sick...again. And your boss begged you to stay late...again. You had wanted to say no, but the prospect of getting a bit extra in your paycheck, well, you couldn't pass it up.

But now your body was screaming at you. Working for twelve hours had your joints aching. Some days you could barely roll over in bed without the pain. Could barely think a coherent thought as your joints and muscles screamed at you.

And other days, the good days, you felt you could run a marathon. Not because of an absence of pain, but the pain was so little compared to what you were used to it felt like nothing. Some days started like this and ended like the bad days.

And today was ending like a bad day. Especially because that one manager, the one who seemed to not like you, was on duty. Your boss, the sweetest old man in the world, didn't care if you sat in a chair at your register. But the manager who came in for the evening shift once the boss was gone? Took it away and called you lazy, even if you were the best cashier they had.

You slowly but steadily made your way to the van that was sitting idle in the parking lot. Through the passenger window you can see Eddie smoking a joint. When you opened the door, startling Eddie, smoke furled out. You climbed in and slammed the door shut.

"You know this is just begging for someone to call Hopper right?" You groan as you turn to grab your seat belt. "Figured you'd wanna smoke and relax a bit, thought I'd get it started for you." Eddie's arm reaches across you grabbing the seat belt before you could and buckling you in. "I can do it myself," you mumble.

"Yeah, you can. But maybe I want to take care of my Baby, hm?" Eddie hands you the joint," When you said you'd be late earlier, you uh said you already weren't feeling the best. Figured I could do what I can to help. Not that you can't do it yourself, you can, but you know-" "I know. Thanks."

It still was hard to accept that this is how your life was. Even harder to accept help. The thought that people were helping out of pity made you want to scream, even if you knew some people, like Eddie, were helping because they loved you not because they pitied you.

The van roars to life as Eddie presses the gas a bit too hard, causing the entire van to lurch. Eddie winces and mutters an apology. You inhale on the joint, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You crack a window to let the smoke out, humming as you close your eyes.

By the time you make it to Eddie's, you can feel the weed in your system. Softening the edges of everything. The pain easing up slightly as you relax.

Eddie tumbles out of his side, almost face planting, as he rushes to get to your door. He throws the door open and bows, "My liege." You huff out a laugh as you graciously take his hand, gripping it tightly as you step down and out of the van. Eddie winks at you as he kisses the top of your hand, causing you to swat at him. Eddie chuckles as he drops your hand to go and open the door of the trailer.

You follow Eddie inside and to his room after kicking off your shoes. Your only thought is laying down and going to sleep. You barely shrug out of your uniform before collapsing onto his bed. Usually, Eddie would make some joke about getting naked, but tonight he forgoes that and instead dims he lights, sensing how tired you are.

Eddie's bed is old and yet somehow more comfortable then yours (probably because Eddie moves around so much in his sleep he doesn't stick to just one spot like you do, which causes your mattress to deflate and sink in one spot). You toss the nearest blanket over you, sighing in relief that you made it through the day.

You can hear Eddie enter and leave the room a few times, mumbling to himself. The sound of his rings hitting his dresser. The creaking of the drawers opening and shutting as he finds something to wear to bed. The distant beeping of a microwave going off before Eddie leaves the room again.

"Made you something," Eddie says as he reenters the room. "Not hungry," you mumble into the pillow. "Its not food- well, it is but not anymore? I mean we could eat it buuuuuttt..."

You peek an eye open to look at Eddie. In his hands is an oddly shaped lump. You can recognize the familiar pattern as the curtains in Eddie's room (and the realization there are no curtains anymore hits you). You can tell it was supposed to be a rectangle, but is more oblong like an oval.

Eddie gingerly places it against your back and- oh. It's warm.

Eddie crawls onto the bed next to you," Remember the heating pad? How it died? Well, figured might as well make my own and save us some money. Filled with rice, so if we really need to I guess we could eat it but I don't think that's uh the best idea."

"You sew?" You ask softly. Eddie grins at you," Mama taught me." Eddie readjusts the bag against you where it fell away. "Eds..." Eddie hums looking up at you," Yeah?"

"Thank you." "Anytime Baby. I'd do anything I can for you." You smirk at him," Anything?" Eddie rolls his eyes as he grins back," Weeelll-" you both chuckle. You roll back onto your side and close your eyes.

And as you lay there you think of how much Eddie loves you. How often he shows you his love. How he opens doors for you and closes them. How Eddie doesn't treat you as glass like some of your friends do, but how he still cares and makes you comfortable. How Eddie doesn't try to limit you and let's you set the pace for yourself. How Eddie took down his curtains to make you a heating pad because yours went out.

You reach back and slowly link your hand with his. Eddie hums slightly, linking your fingers, before shifting and wrapping his arm around you, drawing you closer.

You can feel the warmth from the rice. The warmth of Eddie's body. The warmth from his breath as he falls asleep. And the warmth from your heart as it yells out how in love you are.

#Eddie later mentions it took blood sweat and tears to make the rice heating bag #And you laugh until you see the bandaids wrapped around his fingers #You kiss every one #Hey guys guess who's back and who is In Pain #If you said the author the answer is right...hello #My back and hips...let me tell you are not cooperating but the rice heating pad helps #And that is what inspired this idea because the one I have was made by my friend and I thought oh Eddie would make one #And so here we are #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson/reader #Eddie Munson/you #Jade is Talking #Also I dont smoke idk how accurate that is but my relative says it helps their joints and I know many who do so

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belit0 · 10 months

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Hello!♡

So this is my first request ever on tumblr, so I hope this makes sense and is coherent! But I really love your writing so much and am happy to have discovered you today!<33

But to my request, could I maybe ask for a Yandere Itachi and Shisui with a fem!Reader? Like, both of them having an extremely obsessive crush on her at the same time, type of deal. Whether they get along during this or not is up to you, including if you want it to be nsfw or not. I just really want to see more Yandere content of the two together and your writing style is just perfect for it.

I hope this is alright and makes sense to you!<3

-bunni Anon

Hi!!!!! I'm so honored to be your first request!! Welcome to this beautiful hell hole, where it's impossible to escape 🤠

I hope you get a positive experience out of this one, and feel motivated to leave more requests in the future!💕🤗💫

Sooo, with no further a do, here's your piece!

TW: kidnapping, Yandere!Shisui Yandere!Itachi, alcohol Pairing: Uchiha Shisui / Reader - Uchiha Itachi / Reader

"There's no way she'll choose you, you know."

"Why would you say that?"

"Just look at you, Itachi. You're not competing against an ordinary ninja, you're up against the Uchiha prodigy personified. Do you really think she would choose you over me? Come on!"

"There comes great pride in your words, but little clarity in your movements. I have not seen you make a single gesture to get her to notice you, other than grinning like an idiot when she walks past you. Sit back and relax, she'll be mine soon enough."

"We'll see."

Thus began the personal challenge between the two men, deciding to fight over who would conquer (Y/N) first.

Knowing both men's personalities and determination, it would not be a fair battle, both greedy to be the winner and finally claim the woman they desired so much.

Their challenge began quietly, with small gestures that seemed casual and spontaneous. Itachi chose to study (Y/N)'s schedule thoroughly, knowing exactly where and when she would be, what streets she would take to get to and from her usual destinations, what hours she would use as free time to relax and meet up with friends.

He would show up feigning surprise, crossing paths with her by chance as if their paths met by fate, and not by his obsession. Still, he never had the courage to invite her to do anything on the spot or later. He would always see her, greet her, and continue on his way, blithely believing he would remain in her mind all day.

Meanwhile, Shisui would take a more aggressive approach. He became involved in all of her personal activities, both work and hobbies, infiltrating all of her environments without leaving her space. Whatever activity she had, he would be there, trying to do it alongside or be part of her team. At the end of each day, he would ask her out for a drink, or a snack, or go home for a chat, only to be turned down time and time again.

"How's progress, Tachi?"

"Slow. Yours?"

"Getting somewhere, we could say..."

"We know that's a lie. You still have time to give up, you know?"

"Over my dead body, dude. We both know I'll be the winner."

"As you say. Just sip."

The two would get together to drink and chat about their challenge, for regardless of the ferocity with which they lusted after (Y/N), an unbreakable bond continued to exist between them.

What Shisui never noticed, in his relaxation towards his best friend, was that the other wasn't ingesting his drink at all. Every time they emptied a new glass, Itachi would throw its contents over his shoulder, pretending to drink at the same pace as him.

Quickly, Shisui found himself inebriated, while Itachi continued to be in a perfect state.

That same night, after countless bottles and gulps of sake, Shisui made up his mind. He would go to (Y/N)'s door, confess his love, win the damn challenge, and keep the wonderful prize. Never mind his blurred vision and confused thoughts, he knew she was as much in love with him as he was with her, it was mutual. (Y/N) was just having trouble acknowledging her feelings.

He didn't even bother knocking on the door, entering the living room with unsteady steps and staggering in all directions. His breath reeked of alcohol, but he could only think of her.

"(Y/N)! I'm home love! Come and greet me properly!" He exclaimed almost losing his balance, using the table for support and kicking furniture in his advance.

"Shisui...? But what are you doing here? Are you drunk? Do you need help? Let me call..."

"Nonono! All I need is you... your gaze, your kisses, your words saying you love me... yes, the only thing I need right now..." He came dangerously close to her, trapping her between the wall and his arms, with no room for escape.

"I think you are unaccountably confused Shisui, I would never..."

"Shhh, there is nothing to explain. I know your feelings, I know you want this as much as I do..."

He attempted to kiss her, finding his lips against the cold wall when (Y/N) took advantage of his lack of coordination to slip out from under his arms. She ran quickly to the door, knowing she had to be clever. Shisui's reputation was world-renowned for his speed, accuracy, and persistence. If she failed to act quickly, she would be caught again.

She had the advantage of him being highly intoxicated, having more alcohol than blood in his body at this point. That would be her strategy, hoping his momentary lack of senses would give her enough room to get to safety.

In her frenzy, she was unable to slow down before colliding with an object and falling to the ground. As concentration returned, she noticed the object had arms and legs, a long ponytail, and onyx eyes staring at her sharply.

"I-Itachi! Thank heavens you're here! I need your help at this very moment! It's Shisui, he..."

"Hold on a moment (Y/N), relax, breathe, walk me through what happened."

With his strategy executed to perfection, Itachi took it upon himself to fill his partner with alchol, intoxicating him to the point of not recognizing his impulses and completely messing up his situation with (Y/N). He waited patiently, hiding in the shadows of the alleys where he knew she would run in an attempt to escape from him.

Shisui might be one of the most respected and feared shinobi, setting a new precedent among young ninjas, but he never knew how to tolerate alcohol. Something Itachi managed to take advantage of to perfection.

His plan was working out wonderfully, and now all that was left was to execute the last part, (Y/N) she anxiously explained the situation, between tears and sobs, believing Shisui to be her friend and feeling betrayed. He held her during the entirety of her monologue, listening attentively and pretending indignation at his best friend's terrible attitude.

"Come on (Y/N), I'll take you to my house. You'll be safe there, no one will be able to do anything to you."

"I appreciate it very much Itachi, I really do, but I think the right thing to do would be to go to the police, explain what happened.... A ninja of that caliber can't be running around loose and intoxicated, who knows what he could do to whoever crosses his path!"

"I insist, (Y/N). we'll go to my place, you'll relax, and then we'll figure out what to do."

Itachi's grip became tighter on her, feeling frustrated at having to deal with an unplanned inconvenience. She just had to agree, say yes, go home and close the pact. Why couldn't she act as she should?!

"Itachi, I need you to let me go..."

"I'm not asking you, I'm stating it. Come on."

"Itachi! Let go of me now!"

They both started to struggle, the ninja trying not to hurt her at any point. (Y/N) managed to get free, and that was the moment when everything got out of control. While running in the opposite direction, Itachi appeared in front of her, shining his terrifying red eyes and making her fall into a terrible illusion.

Prey to his Genjutsu, she could not move anymore. The shinobi advanced, lifting her over his shoulder and hiding again in the shadows of the night, trying not to be seen or detected by anyone.

He did not take her to his home, being a location too obvious and dangerous, with his family around and aware of him. He opted for a remote place in the forest, a small and abandoned cabin, where he kept her since their arrival.

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"Itachi, I can't understand the rush of showing me a stupid spot in the forest when we have more important things to do. (Y/N) has been missing for two weeks, and you're still messing around here like nothing happened!"

"Take a look, and stop talking nonsense."

Both ninjas entered the abandoned place, where in the center, lying on a destroyed mattress, was (Y/N), still under Itachi's powerful genjutsu.

"Fuck, Itachi! It was you… I should have seen it coming, with you always scheming big things and whatever… I see... so you want me to admit you won the bet and have her all to yourself? Are you even feeding her? Taking care of her mind? Looking after her or anything?"

"Every day. On the contrary, it seemed selfish not to share such a beautiful trophy with my best friend."

"Always knew I could trust you forever Tachi. All right then, let's have fun."

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gildedkrone · 8 months

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The Sun and The Moon

Relationships: Ghost x GN Reader Synopsis: You break all of your promises by dying and Simon loses it. A/N: Angsty hurt no comfort for those who want to see Ghost suffer. Master List

“Simon, what are you doing?”

The man has his arms wrapped around your torso. His head is buried into your nape and his breaths are warm tingles on the neck. You set the knife down to turn around and look at your lover. He responds by loosening his hug but never truly letting go.

“Hugging you,” he replies as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You laugh, a crystal sound on his ears and weary heart. He tightens his embrace to pull you in close to him and you smell the scent of his aftershave. In the privacy of your home, he opted for a simple balaclava instead of the usual skull mask.

“Did something bring this on?” You mumble against his cheek and he shakes his head.

“Just needed to feel you.”

He melts into your returned embrace and you whisper sweet nothings into his ears.

---

Gunshots are coming from left and right. You are hunkered down beside a desk for cover and counting your munitions.

Most of your rounds are depleted and there are only eight remaining.

---

“Ghost, you need to let me finish cooking dinner.” You gently tug his hands to request for him to do so.

He grumbles something non coherent and shakes his head. In response to your attempt to break his embrace, he tightens his arms and you are fully pressed against him. You are close enough to feel the heat of his body emanating through his clothes—a large grey hoodie you gifted him for Christmas with the print best boyfriend ever. He blushed something fierce when he first received it, but it soon very quickly became his favourite sweater.

It went with him everywhere and Simon nearly throttled Soap when he spilt something onto it. Fortunately, the stain was easily removed and the sergeant made off without a scratch. Profuse apologies from him are a funny memory to look back on.

You caress his cheek gently and he leans into your touch. Soft Ghost is rare to come by and who were you to deny your heart? He is, by all means, a big friendly teddy bear when you got to know him. Soft touches on your body and the playful glances are things he reserved for you solely. A privilege, the altar of your hips in hands gentle as wind.

“Simon, did something happen?” His eyelids flutter open at the mention of his name.

“The mission next week. The one with Shadow company.” Oh. Was he worried about the mission you were assigned to with Graves and his men?

“What about them?” His eyes are darting around and he struggles with how to express himself. How to make you listen and agree with him.

“Don’t go.”

“What? Simon, is this a joke?” You attempt to diffuse the tension in between you and him. He doesn’t seem to be joking and his eyes are set in a firm, unyielding look.

---

“Bravo zero six to command, how copy?” You yell into the radio among the chaos unfolding around you.

“Anyone? How copy?”

Silence hung from the line.

---

“Sweetheart, I—I don’t have a good feeling on Graves. I don’t want you all alone with him.” Was Simon jealous of Graves? He finally relents and lets you escape his hug.

“Simon, I didn’t know you were jealous, my sweet lad.” You joke and return to dicing the potatoes into cubes. He stays by your side and observes you making dinner.

“Graves knows that I am practically your fiancé. He won’t try anything funny and if he does,” he squeaks (he didn’t) when you sneak a kiss, “I’ll break his fingers.”

“Love, I—”

“Simon. Trust me, okay?” You grab his hand. His hand is calloused and you give it a firm reassuring squeeze, hoping the meaning reaches him. “It will be alright. The marines will be there as well and the op isn’t anything I haven’t handled before.”

He raises your hand from your waist to his chest. Palm covering yours presses it against his skin and you feel it. The chaotic beating of his heart, the way it beats for you. All for you, unspoken words hanging between you both.

“I don’t like it.”

“Me neither. But it’s the General’s orders so its not like we have a say in this either.”

---

Silence reestablishes its hold in the warehouse and you watch a marine drop onto the floor. Blood trickles from a spot in his flank and the marine falls, unmoving. His rifle falls beside him and a Shadow soldier shoots again.

You grip your rifle tighter and breathe deeply.

---

“Look at me.” He follows your order and focuses his gaze on you. The mighty Ghost, fully compliant with the orders of a sergeant makes you smile.

“I know that you don’t like this and I don’t too.” He balaclava shifts and but you cut him off. “But this is the last mission. Once I am done with this, I will be able to stay with you in the UK.”

Deep down, he knows about this as well. The carrot the SAS dangled over your head to take advantage of your skills and capabilities. Being a former hostile combatant defected to SAS soldier, your freedom was written in contracts signed eons ago.

Twenty high-risk operations in exchange for an immigrant visa that guaranteed long term stay in the UK.

Simon had found about them when you started becoming something more than just friends. Until now, you have completed nineteen missions satisfying the criteria.

“Just one more. Then I will get my visa and I’ll be able to stay here with you for as long as we want.” I’ll be free to go anywhere with you.

Your name rolls off his tongue in velvet honey and wine, “Don’t like this. I hate every aspect of this.”

“Don’t hate it so much, love. If it weren’t for Laswell, I wouldn’t even be here and alive. It’s the price I pay to be living and here with you.”

And I will never regret, ever, paying this price. For you, it’s all worth it.

---

The Shadow’s rifle impacts your helmet and if it weren’t for the two of them holding your arms up, you would have crumpled to the floor.

Their commander walks forward.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

---

“Once I am done with this mission, we can retire.”

“We can get that motorcycle you really wanted and we can decorate your flat.”

“Maybe get a cat as well.

“Dog, love. Riley’s looking for a home.”

“Then we need a room for the dog too. And a new house.”

You go over the schematics for the place Simon identified to be suitable for housing you, him, and Riley. It’s bigger than his current flat in London in a lovely neighbourhood north of London.

You show him the mock up of the space you had created and he leans in for a closer look.

“Looks good, love.”

“You say that for everything I do, brat.”

“I only tell the truth.”

Simon returns to his crossword puzzle and the room is comfortably silent.

“I can’t wait.”

You look at him, softness in your eyes rivalling clouds. “I can’t wait for us to start a new life together. Away from all the violence and bloodshed.”

He nods and you continue, “Can’t wait to finally get married to my fiancé.”

“I—That sounds amazing, love.”

“And I will get to do all of that with you.”

---

Graves tilts your head up and tsks.

“Look, you can either tell me where the missile is, or, I can make you tell me.”

His hand brushes against the metal sun with your dog tags.

“You won’t like it when I force you, sweetheart.”

---

Simon sneaks up from behind and you nearly jump at the sight of him in your mirror.

“Simon!” He chuckles and you give his shoulder a gentle punch. “Give me some warning, next time!”

“What’s the fun in that?” You pout and he sighs in affection. His pulls your close and presses kisses to your face. It’s ticklish and you shriek in mock protest and he is laughing in good natured fun.

“Got you something, love.”

Oh?

You watch his hand disappear into his pocket and retrieves a box. He nudges you to open it and you do. Inside the box, two metal ornaments. One resembles a sun and the other, a moon. He smiles at your gasp at the sight.

“These are beautiful, Simon.”

The sun is painted in an iridescent orange spilling into gold and red with filigrees of silver etches into the edges. The moon is an impossibly deep black embossed with gold filigrees. His hand picks up the sun.

“This is for you, love.” He gently affixes the sun to your dog tags and the moon to his own. He brings the two ornaments close together and they meld together in a magnetic clink. The lines and edges blur together and the sun and moon, unified in one.

You and Simon. Two halves of a whole. You are his sun and he, your moon. Symbolic is the meaning of the trinkets and you rest your head against his. His large hand cradles the trinkets and without him, you wouldn’t be whole.

“These—” His heart is thumping wildly and the words are hard to come by.

“These are my mother’s. S-she wanted me to share them with someone I deemed important.”

“Oh, Simon, I—”

“You are important to me.” He struggles for words. “The most important thing in my life.”

“I want to share them with you. To show you how much you mean to me.”

Tears of your heart are glistening from your eyes and he isn’t faring much better. He raises his balaclava to his nose and you smash your lips against his. He tastes of the freedom in the summer air of late July and his hands came to rest on your hips.

“Simon, you didn’t have to do this. I, I will always lo—”

“I know. This is just my turn to love you, love,” his words are harsh by the sheer emotion running between you and him.

---

The moon isn’t here and Graves tuts in disappointment.

“Look, sergeant, we don’t have all fucking day and I run a tight ship. Where. Is. The. Missile?”

Cuts and bruises litter your upper body, courtesy of the Shadows.

“Won’t talk? Round two, boys.”

One of the Shadows behind Graves walks forward with his knife. Your eyes are steel in the blade.

---

D-day is eventually here. The alarm wakes you and you roll lazily over to shut it off. Simon grumbles something and his hands seek out your body. He fingers brush across your flank and he is instantly holding on like a child to a teddy bear. The bed is warm and you are tempted to go back to sleep with him.

“Simon, I need to get to work.” You try to get him to relax his grip.

“Five … five more minutes.”

“I can’t. I need to be at the hangar in an hour and I still need to get ready.”

“Fuckin’ Price and the wankers for—”

The kiss muffles his words and brown eyes blearily open to the world. It distracts him enough to create enough of a chance for you to slip out of his grasp. He mutters something about the uncomfortable bedding and retreats to the toilet. You change into the combat uniform and use the toilet once Simon is done. When you are out, he is in a tactical jacket and camo pants.

He drags out a chair before the table with a mirror.

“Sit here.” You oblige and see him rummaging through his drawer.

He returns with a brush and eye black. He unscrews the cap and instructs you to lean your head black and close your eyes. Fingers gently press onto your face and you remain perfectly still, soldier discipline and all. His ministrations are gently and thorough and fingers are replaced with a brush moving across your skin.

You sneak open an eye to see Simon in full concentration mode, eyes focused solely on your face. He stopped sleeping with the balaclava a few months ago after confiding in you just how uncomfortable it was. So you wake every morning to Simon and all of his features. Adonis look held by a face sculpted by the Gods to reflect the beauty of man. He is, for the lack of words, insanely and undoubtedly handsome and you cherish just how lucky you are to see him.

“Thought I said eyes closed, sergeant.”

“Hmm, couldn’t resist looking at you. You are just too handsome for the world, Simon.”

Pink dusts his cheeks in smatterings and drapes him in youth. Without his mask, his expressions are on full display and the upturn of the edges of his mouth and the blush on his face. Simon is everything you could ask for and he finishes up your war makeup with the last strokes.

“Give ‘em hell, love.”

“You bet your arse I will. They don’t call us the 141 for nothing.”

He gives your forehead a quick kiss.

“When you return, we will celebrate.” You agree with him.

---

“Sergeant, why the fuck won’t you cooperate!”

You jerk when Graves’ hand leaves a deep red imprint in your face. Pain blossoms from the impact area and it’s a dull sensation compared to the torture his men had inflicted on you over the past hour? Hours?

Time is a blur and you have no way of knowing. You can only hope that the 141 figures out that something is wrong somehow.

---

He thunders down the hallways of the base; boots slamming against the floor. The other soldiers stay out of the reaper’s way and the door to the control room slams open. He steps out to get dinner rations and the dreaded message arrives.

Price and the American commanders look at him.

“Lieutenant, you have no—”

“Shut the hell up. Where is my sergeant?”

Deep sucks of breath and Price intervenes before the American Major is on the receiving end of a punch.

“Ghost, we are re-establishing contact. Hold on—”

“Good evening, gentlemen.”

“Shadow Commander Graves! Explain yourself right now.” The Major beats Price to the mic.

“Major Williams, there has been a change of plans. We have new orders to take the missile by force and the other soldiers on the mission have been dismissed.”

“Graves! What are—”

“General Shepherd sends his regards. If you have any problems, you can take it up with him.”

Sounds of struggling and yelling. Then, another voice.

“Ghost! Graves—fuck!—The others are all dead! The Shadows are taking the missile!” Followed by sounds of fighting and conflict.

He recognises the voice to be yours. Your name slips pass his iron jaw as he yells into his radio. Decorum is the last thing on his mind and your callsign is discarded.

“You need to strike this location! Graves is—” A sharp grunt and Ghost panics.

“Fucking grade A shit. Stay fucking down!” The sounds of yelling comes through choppy and broken by static.

“Your fucking sergeant gave me a black eye! That’s fucking it. I’ve fucking had it.”

All the stares from the people in the room but he doesn’t give a toss. Not when your life is on the line.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch them!”

---

“Don’t you dare fucking touch them!”

That’s Ghost’s voice. You have to get up from the floor and do something. The wound in your flank is aching fierce and nausea washes over you in waves. Moving into a kneel takes all of your mental faculties. You reach for the handgun in your thigh holster and a hand backhands you into a sprawl onto your back.

Arms drag you into a kneel and you stare down the barrel of the gun. Graves is behind the gun and looking worse for wear. A bruised lip and a black eye where you punched him. The sun ornament is burning up into lines of time ending in now.

“Any last words, sergeant?”

“Leave them alone! You touch them and I—”

You use the last reserves of your strength to bid your last goodbye to him. “Simon, I—I lo—”

Graves’ doesn’t wait for you to finish.

---

The line clicked dead and dread was all he could feel. His desperate calls for any response fell on silence. The world had shut him out and the radio ceased to transmit. Graves was no longer reachable and rogue. Price had his face in his hands and the Major opted to leave the room.

The gunshot was deafening, more so than usual. Graves wouldn’t even allow him the dignity of hearing your final words. He shouldn’t have ever agreed to let you leave. And now, all he reaped was guilt and regret. Heaps of it.

---

The sun ornament was still on the body.

He dreaded this, going to the mortuary when the bodies were recovered. Mission twenty. Just when you were about to free of the contract imposed years ago, fate had to strike you down and take you away from him.

All that was left was the moon. Alone in its splendour never as bright as when it was with the sun. The rest of the 141 steered clear of him and his hand found yours.

“Wake up, please. Love. Please, don’t leave me here …”

Tears of too late dripped onto the body below. Before he left, the dog tags were added to his own and the sun ornament with it.

“You wanted a yard right? A place where you could plant tulips and roses? Love, come back to me. You promised and we … we haven’t even gotten married yet.”

Price joined Ghost.

“They aren’t coming back, Simon.”

That was what truly broke him, knowing the rest of his time walking on this earth, he would be alone.

His companion, a distant memory, and a visage of brighter times.

---

The reaper dances.

They say that if one chances upon the cemetery outside a military base in the outskirts of London, they can catch the sight of a man dancing with another person. Dressed out in their splendorous wedding attire and in the arms of a man with a skull mask dancing through the fields of lilies and lavender. A wedding that never occurred and never to occur.

A dead person and the skull man on the fields of forgotten time stained with the red of countless Shadow soldiers laying around the couple.

Ever as beautiful as the day they died, in the arms of their lover for eons to come. The reaper weeps for nobody but the person in their arms. Eventually, to ashes and dust they become and the sun and moon are all but a story people tell their children.

If lucky, one of them may even find the ornaments in the story.

---

Let’s be lucky people, you and me.

You make me lucky, love. As lucky as a man like me can ever be.

#angst #hurt no comfort #heavy angst #no happy ending #fanfic #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #mw2 #gender neutral reader #x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost fanfiction #call of duty

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liloinkoink · 5 months

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as someone who also has so much homework to do. what are your thoughts on treesekai ren (speaking of treesekai, i actually sent that fic to a friend like a year ago who doesn't watch hermitcraft etc and i remember we had fun reading it and giggling over the anime of it all so tysm for that ♡)

i am no longer doing homework so i can share thoughts. it is almost 3am tho so idk theyll be coherent

first im glad you two enjoyed it! dont know how i feel about the fact it's breached containment but it is good to know it holds up

[speaking of, this fic was posted a year ago, so if you dont know what treesekai is, here is the link for you]

second i think all the time about just how lonely treesekai Ren is. ive made posts like this before but Ren is just... he's so lonely. Ren is a character with a lot of love in him, always. he always wants someone to care about. often many someones! he gravitates towards big loyal teams, and he usually spends his time at home building a place for that team to be protected and safe, and is willing to die to defend that home (and he has. twice.)

dogwarts was a big team whose loyalty he took seriously and whose home he died to defend. the shadow alliance had matching skins and, until they went red, all ren's loyalty, and their base of operations was one of the last bases standing bc Ren continually put it back together for his teammates. Ren and BigB died on the doorstep of of box, with ren's last words being about defending it. home and the people in it are important to him

treesekai Ren is the same, but he doesnt really have anywhere to point it. he has a home, but what matters to Ren about a home is that theres people in it. he loves the country he rules but he thinks if he does that hard enough he'll have someone, and he just doesnt. he assumes he can trust his staff, thinks he'll be able to make alliances with other nations, hopes his fiance will be that person he needs. but he isnt! and Ren cant trust him! or his staff! or other royalty! no one else in the world cares about him! many of the people close to him ultimately want him dead!

so, in the game, he ends up paranoid, and he ends up evil, and he ends up dead

but in the fic he meets Martyn, and he gets that connection and affection and care hes been looking for all this time. and like. it fascinates me how much Martyn doesnt know how much hes changed ren's life. Ren isnt evil for nothing--above all he's lonely and hurt. by saving him from loneliness, Martyn saves his life. he could abandon the game plotline then and there, completely forgoing all the normal isekai tropes of running thru every event w future knowledge and picking the best possible outcome, and Ren would no longer die. just by being there and sincerely caring for Ren, Martyn has already achieved the best of all possible worlds. and he doesnt even know it!

i just. i love how lonely he is and how simple he is. he just wants to be loved. he just wants to love someone. he's a dating sim character, after all, and that's the whole point, isn't it? his world exists just so the people in it can be loved, and he's not allowed to have any of that. if youd just give him a romance, he'd be more than happy to be a love interest instead, but he isnt! he isnt allowed! no wonder he loses it. on some level, maybe he knows hes being denied the fundamental purpose for existence in his universe

this is rambly bc its rlly late but im just. it must hurt more than anything to be the one character in a world about love who is meant to be completely unlovable

#oink asks #anonymous #treesekai

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I'm having a really hard time finishing writing anything. I always have an idea and tell myself that it will be complete in a manageable number of words, but then the idea always grows legs and balloons into something too long (and by that, I mean anything over 5k). And then I never get around to finishing it. But outlining doesn't seem to work either, because the joy out of writing goes when I already know what's going to happen. Any advice?

You and me both. I’m the exact same way. I can’t tell you how many WIPs I have that I can’t finish. I also can’t tell you how long I spend trying to make fics NOT LONG so that they will remain interesting and I can actually finish them. Also I almost never outline because I agree; everything gets boring after that.

I have very little advice because they only things I can ever finish are the ones that seem to spill out of me fully formed, or the ones where I have a deadline or someone counting on me to finish because they donated money to a charity on my behalf so they could get a finished fic. It’s a real problem!

Some people’s advice is set aside a little time each day and make yourself do it. For me this is bad advice. It makes me nauseated to write something I’m no longer interested in. Like actually physically feeling that I will throw up. It doesn’t seem like something that’s okay for my body and I never am happy with what I finish when I finish it that way. What’s the point of writing if you’re not happy?

I think my best advice is to REALLY LISTEN to what you want to write and ONLY do that. I really mean it. Once a story really balloons you begin to realize that to make X work you need to do a lot of backstory and to make Y work you really need to slowly evolve Character A’s motivations and just--don’t. Don’t do it. Even if it would make the story better. Don’t do it if it doesn’t interest you. When you start to lose interest in a story think about what made you so excited to write it and then write that, and only that. And then, once you’re doing that, usually the other stuff that will make it work will come out, or you realize you don’t need that other stuff, or you realize that this is not a story you will ever post because it’s not coherent and makes no sense, but you were doing it for you and that’s okay.

It’s the only way I’ve ever found to write and be happy, and to me being happy is the point.

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Ellie x Reader

Wc: 1.2k

Synopsis: After the events of Tlou2 your friend Ellie has been on a downward spiral, pushing you away and locking everything she's been feeling up . After a small argument she cracks and finally starts letting it all out

A/N: i've been in an angsty mood idk why, most of it is angsty or awkward but it ends on a happy end

You knew your friend Ellie was going through a really rough patch in her life. Ever since Joel died she's been on a downward spiral to say the least. It's only gotten worse since Ellie came back from California; she's been walking around with more guilt and sorrow than ever. You don't see Ellie as often as you once did, but whenever she would appear walking around Jackson, she was always walking absentmindedly with her head hung low.

Since Ellie had come back, you tried a few times to talk to her, or you would go down to her house to check up on her, but it was pretty obvious she was avoiding you. You understood that what she was going through wasn't easy, but it still hurt a little. You assumed maybe she didn't want your company anymore.

You have known Ellie for awhile now, and although she had her best friends Dina and Jesse,she would always come to you when she felt like she needed to get something off her chest. You were the one person who would listen and understand without trying to put your input in without having to put your two cents in. Even though her family gives her good advice, sometimes she felt more comfortable telling you things and spending time with you as well.

One night, you decided to go to the bar just to loosen yourself up for the week. You found yourself so worried about Ellie that you wound yourself up too tight, but it was nothing a couple shots couldn't fix. You just wanted to drink and relax in the bar in the cool atmosphere it usually had during the evening hours.

Once you got there, though, you were greeted with a different scene, one you'd never thought you'd see: A highly intoxicated Ellie is trying to hop over the bar counter, trying to fight the bartender because she won't get her another drink. You had rushed to the scene, spewing out apologies to everyone in the room.

The walk to Ellie's house was interesting one, not only was she clinging onto you the entire you walk there, she was also talking to you like she once used to. Although none of her sentences made any coherent sense, a few of the ones that came out of her were "I'm sorry", "I don't deserve you", and "don't leave me like everyone else has". You were shocked at the words coming out of her mouth, but your friend wasn't in the right state, so you decided not to push.

When you two finally arrived at Ellie's house, you gently placed her on the bed, and you were about to leave to retreat to your own house, knowing that if you stayed any longer, it would be awkward for the both of you in the morning. All of a sudden, you felt Ellie grip your wrist hard. She looked at you with teary eyes and a weak voice when she asked, Please stay? I don't want you to leave me ". You reluctantly agreed not only because you were tired yourself but her grip on your wrist really left no room for argument. You had slept on the other side of the bed, leaving a noticeable amount of space between the two of you. With that, you had called it a day.

When Ellie awoke the next day,she was greeted with your face nuzzling right into her chest. She was confused as to how you got into her house and was even more confused as to why you were in her bed. She shook you awake and angrily asked you, "What fuck are you doing in my house? You were disappointed but not surprised to be greeted by the aggressiveness of Ellie first thing in the morning. You sat up and answered "Last night you were making a fool of yourself and making an embarrassment out of yourself, so I decided to be the good friend that I am and help you home". You made sure to keep your voice as neutral as possible: I stayed here because you asked me to, but it seems like I should've just minded my business from the start."

Ellie stared, not knowing how to make an argument out of what you said. Ellie croaked out a small "thanks" before quickly telling you to leave.

You understood, and you were getting ready to leave, but you still needed answers. Thinking back to last night, you knew Ellie was bottling up a bunch of things, and you knew this wasn't healthy for her to be acting like this.

Before you reached her door, you turned around and told Ellie, "You know you can tell me anything, right? We're still friends, right?" She stared at you with eyes void of emotion, and that only pushed you to continue asking her, "Last night, you told me that you didn't want me to leave like everyone else has; did you really mean what you said? Her blank stare faltered for a second, going from sad to angry before flashing an angry look. "I was drunk. Anything I said last night was all bullshit; don't take it to heart."

Maybe at that point you should've listened to her, but you still kept deciding to push. Ellie, please tell me what's going on. Like, I know you've been going through shit and I want to be there to help you, but you keep pushing me away." You were confused and on the verge of crying because you never expected Ellie to treat you this way, but still, you had to let all your feelings out if this was how Ellie was going to end the relationship. "I'm sorry for being concerned, but if you don't care for our relationship anymore, I'll leave you alone now."

Ellie was quiet for a second before she just came crashing down, bawling on the floor. You stood there dumbfounded before Ellie continued, " Fuck! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I thought maybe if I pushed you away, it would stop you from leaving me and me having to go through all the pain of being left again. You rushed down to hug Ellie, trying to calm her down. "You mean so much to me, I don't know what I'd do with myself if you ever left me." The words that left Ellie's mouth shocked you, never knowing that Ellie had superseded these feelings for you. "I was scared that if I told you everything that I've done, you would look at me differently and hate me." You swiftly assured Ellie, "I would never leave you or hate you; I care about you so much too. I love you, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay this whole time."

You two looked at each other and decided that it was best for you to start things over. You guys started spending more time together and hanging out like you used to. By spending more time together, Ellie has also been able to open up to you more. When Ellie spent time with you, it felt as if nothing else mattered—as if nobody else mattered. Neither of you would trade this feeling for anything. In a few months, the feelings between you grew, and you ended up getting together. Ellie was so grateful to have someone like you in her life, and you were grateful for her.

A/n : i've been writing so many diff ideas, idk if this one is my best one out of the bunch but i just wanna share it with y'all

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie tlou2 #tlou x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #ellie williams fanfic

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How I Met Your Mother- J. Machado

pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x Valerie "Val" Bates word count: 1.0k synopsis: the story of how Javy and Val met. Coyote & Val Masterlist | Opposites Attract Masterlist

“I am going to kill you,” Javy cursed as Jake was filling out the paperwork for him. He was sitting in a wheelchair in the waiting room of the hospital. What was supposed to be just a simple workout ended with Jake accidentally dropping a fifty pound plate on poor Javy’s foot. His foot had immediately swelled up and was now an angry purple and blue.

“I already said I was sorry,” Jake said, “I got distracted.”

“Clearly,” Javy rolled his eyes. Jake was expecting a call from his girlfriend who was over in Italy with her parents. He had been distracted since the day she left and Javy was counting down the days when she’d return. Javy loved Jake like a brother, he was his best friend, his wingman, but man, was he annoying when it came to missing Y/N.

“Hey, don’t blame the lady,” Jake scolded.

Javy chuckled and adjusted his position in the wheelchair. His butt was starting to hurt from sitting so long and waiting to be taken back, “I don’t blame her. Out of all the girls you have ever been with, I actually like Y/N. I hope you don’t screw this one up.”

“You and me both,” Jake said, right as a nurse called out Javy’s name, “Want me to go with?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Javy said as the nurse came and grabbed him, “Stay gold, Ponyboy.”

“I'll never let go, Jack,” Jake smirked and gave Javy their ‘secret’ handshake before the nurse took him back. The nurse took him back to one of the exam rooms.

“Valerie, will be in to see you soon,” The nurse explained and checked the IV in Javy’s arm, “Do you need anything?”

“Can I get one of those warm blankets, please?” He asked and the nurse nodded, “Thank you.”

Javy looked around the small exam room and noticed his x-rays were on display. He winced at seeing the clearly broken bones in his foot and hoped that this wasn’t going to take him out of flying for very long. He and Jake had just gotten back to Lemoore from TopGun school, and he wasn’t ready to be grounded just yet. Jake finished first in the class, and Javy finished second. They both had an opportunity to be instructors, and Javy almost did take it, but opted not to. He wasn’t ready to settle in his career yet. There were still missions to fly and places to see.

He sighed and slunk down in his wheelchair, leaning his head back a bit and closing his eyes. He was exhausted. Usually by now on Saturday’s he was taking a nap after going to work out at the ass crack of dawn with Jake. He didn't understand why the man had to wake up at six on a Saturday to go the gym, but Jake said it was part of his routine. Javy almost dozed off as there was a knock on the door. He didn’t bother to sit up, thinking it was the nurse bringing him his warm blanket. But the second a young beautiful woman walked through the door, he was quickly pushing himself up and trying to look presentable.

“Hello, I’m Valerie Bates, you must be Mr. Machado?”

“I uh. . . y-yeah. I-I Javy,” He was mentally slapping himself. It was like every coherent thought had left his head. He suddenly forgot how to speak in the presence of a woman who was clearly a lot smarter than him. Valerie chuckled and sat down on a stool across from Javy. She signed into her laptop, looking over Javy’s case and pulling up his labs.

“Well, good news is your foot is not broken, just a fracture,” Valerie said, “I think we can just fix it with a boot and rest.” She looked over at Javy and he just smiled. She raised her eyebrows like she was expecting him to say something.

“You’re pretty,” Javy blurted. Valerie blushed and looked down at her laptop, “Oh my god, I am making a fool out of myself.”

“It’s okay, Mr. Machado,” Valerie shook her head with a smile on her face, “It’s probably the pain meds in your body. But, I want to know your opinion on just doing a boot.”

“I’m a pilot,” Javy said, “How long will I be out if we do the boot?”

Valerie looked at the x-ray, “I’m going to say eight to ten weeks. But, you’re young and if you do everything as I tell you, then it could be quicker.”

Javy clenched his jaw. He thought of all the detachments, missions and possible deployments he would be overlooked because of the injury. He suddenly wanted to go through a fifty pound plate at Jake for causing this. It was as if Valerie could read his mind and moved a bit closer to him.

“If you are worried about this affecting your career, it shouldn’t. I know eight to ten weeks sounds like a very long time, but it’ll go by pretty quickly. You need to be on total rest for the first two weeks, and then you can get back to working out and keeping yourself in flight shape.”

Javy looked up at Valerie and noticed how beautiful her eyes were. They were like endless pools of honey with strands of gold mixed in them. She also smelled of lavender and vanilla, which reminded Javy of him of being home at his grandmother’s house.

“You promise?” Javy asked, and Valerie smiled.

“I promise,” She answered and then pushed herself back away from Javy, going back towards her computer, “Now, I will have the ortho tech come in and fit you for your boot, and I will have you follow up in four weeks.” She grabbed her laptop and stood up.

“Wait, where are you going?” Javy asked, and moved as if he was going to stand up and then remembered that his foot was broken.

Valerie furrowed her eyebrows, “I have other patients to see.”

“But. . .” Javy was trying to think of something to say that wasn’t going to make him sound absolutely pathetic, but he could not think of a single thing except, “Will I see you again?”

A smirk graced her lips, “In four weeks for your follow up. Have a good day, Mr. Machado.” Valerie walked towards the door and opened it but not before Javy called out.

“It’s Coyote!”

“Callsign?” Valerie asked.

“Y-yeah,” Javy answered, “How did you know about-”

“Have a nice day.”

Javy sat there in awe as she walked out the door. He had talked to her for all of twenty minutes and was already so in over his head.

note: Sundays are Opposite Attract Days, so send in blurb ideas, asks, requests whatever you want! :)

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Hello 😊 May I request headcanons for Shisui where he breaks up with his girlfriend because she was cheating on him and his best friend (reader) visits him after a while to cheer him up and it turns into a hot makeout session where they confess their feelings? 💗

comforting shisui after his breakup hcs

luckily he wasn’t dating the girl for long so he wasn’t too hurt about it, but he was still a bit down in the dumps

he wasn’t sporting his usual grin while greeting you loudly as you walked inside of his home :-(

you of course, try your best to cheer him up bc he always manages to cheer you up when you’re upset

“hey shisui, how you feeling?” you softly asked, taking a seat next to him on the couch

he sighed, “okay i guess, we were only dating for like a month and i barely saw her because of all the missions i was on. guess that got to her and she decided to do something about it.”

you frowned as you watched him stare up at the ceiling, “i brought some ice cream. cheesy as it is, it really is the cure to any sadness caused by relationship troubles.”

he chuckled lightly, “alright, please tell me you got chocolate!”

you rolled your eyes, “i have no idea why you’ve decided to like the worst possible ice cream flavor, but being the good friend i am, i did.”

he pouted at you, “why would you say that, it’s so good!”

you only smiled lightly while getting up to get utensils.

“let’s dig in.”

“y/n.”

you looked up to see shisui smiling amusedly at you

“yes?”

his eyes held mirth while looking at your face

“you have ice cream on your cheek.”

you felt your cheeks slightly redden at this comment as your hand flew up to wipe the sweet treat off of your face

“i’ll get it for you.” shisui said before leaning towards you

oh god, was he going to kiss you? you were a wide-eyed mess, unable to speak coherently because of your malfunctioning brain

until he suddenly wiped the ice cream off with his finger and licked it clean

your jaw dropped, “shisui! what the hell?”

he only laughed as you hit him on his arm, “are you disappointed?”

you sputtered at this, pointing a finger to his chest, face burning hot from embarrassment, “h-huh? what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing really. well i guess it was in reference to this.”

“to wha-” before you could even utter the last letter, you were interrupted by shisui pressing his soft lips to your own

you were frozen, unable to move and comprehend what was happening before shisui pulled away with a small smile

“you know, usually you’re supposed to kiss back.”

your jaw dropped at this, lips sputtering before finally stringing a sentence comprehensible enough, “y-you just kissed me!”

“yeah, usually you do that to the person you like.”

the white of your eyes became more visible as you widened them, your heart pounding in shock

“you like me?”

he gave a small smile before nodding, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear before gazing into your eyes with such a loving look that was almost capable of suffocating you

“yeah, i have for a long time.”

“but what about your ex?”

he sighed, “can’t say that what we had was very serious, we rarely saw each other because of my missions. i reckon that she had enough of it and took matters into her own hands. not complaining though. look... i’ve liked you for quite some time and i can promise you that you’re not a rebound. i just... needed to take my mind off of you because of how crazy you drive me sometimes. you’re always on my mind and itachi suggested that i try to date someone for a change. of course, it didn’t go well because she wasn’t you. i only want to be with you.”

his words slowly turned into whispers as he pressed his forehead against your own, weighing your reaction to his sudden confession.

“i-i like you too! kind of pissed at itachi for suggesting that you date someone else though...” you trailed off

he chuckled and wrapped you in a hug, “or maybe this was his plan all along.”

after a minute you suddenly pulled away from the hug, looking at shisui expectantly

he only raised a brow in response

“i think it’s time i repay you for that kiss earlier.”

he smiled at you, hands gripping your waist, “i agree.”

#naruto x reader #shisui x reader #naruto headcanons #shisui headcanon #naruto #naruto shippuden

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thirstyforlulu · 1 year

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Picture it: Alucard being vocal as fuck during sex. He can’t help it. His partner feels so warm and so good that he can’t help but join in their cries of ecstasy. Praising the shit out of them for how good they make him feel and making damn sure everyone knows he’s got the best partner around.

God, that sexy voice in the middle of the throes of passion is incredible

It gets so husky and rough

He doesn’t care how loud he gets

There’s no one alive who’s crazy enough to tell the no life king to keep it down while fucking

Maybe Integra but Alucard always makes sure the two of you are out of earshot

He can’t help that half the manor is gonna hear his balls slapping against you

The poor soldiers, any time they see him now they’ll be thinking about the sounds

He stays put together till the later half of your activities, sticking to mostly loud grunts and groans

You’ll get an exclamation or two at the beginning, usually about how you practically sucked him in the moment the tip entered

Then the pleasure becomes too overwhelming and he can’t keep it all in

“So-so warm.” He moans, bending over to press his head into the crook of your neck

“I love watching my cock slide inside of you, it’s like you were made to be mine.”

It stays coherent throughout, changing only in the tone and gruff

“Squeezing so fucking tight, like a vice.”

“You’re all mine, …all mine.”

His words get dirtier as he approached climax, but it’s nothing but praise

“I’m close! You’re so good I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.”

“I can’t wait to let your hole drink my cum.”

“Get ready to take it my queen.” (Doesn’t matter your gender, the no life king title is taken already lol)

The really cute stuff comes out when he’s riding his orgasm high

“I-I love you. You’re everything to me. You take me so well.”

It’s interesting hearing him when he’s currently buried to the hilt and shooting his load inside of you

Then when you’re laying together, side by side, he’ll rub circles on your thighs and tell you how much he loved it

“You are mine, and I am yours for the rest of my life. Everything I am I will give to you, I only ask that you take it all.”

That stuff is reserved only for you, so he keeps it quiet

#alucard #alucard x reader

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2023 top five!

@preseriesdean thought it would be fun for artists/authors/creators to post their favorite five creations this year, and i agree! it can be anything: your favorite posts, fics, art, edits, fanvids, anything!

i saw some folks turning this into a tag game, so here are some tags! @deanwinchesterpregnant @dyed-red @mercette @crucifysam @weirdbrothers @togethertogethersoulmates @pookeenpie

if you end up doing it, pls tag me! i'd love to see y'all's works! :)

-lizzy

so in no particular order, here are the five fics i liked the best/am the most proud of!

considering that everything i’ve written on this account (240k words of it good lord) was published since february 23rd, i’ve got a lot to work with!

i was in the fandom back in 2012-2013 until 2016-2017, and when i rewatched it recently with some friends, i realized just how many words and feelings had been broiling since. i wrote a LOT for spn back in the day (not published, just for the pure joie de vivre), but everything on the ao3 is completely new since feb!

1. tell me, why are you still so afraid?

or, the "what do you want, sam?" fic. this one might be a surprise! it did moderately well, but i'm really happy with it! i love writing weechesters/pre-series, and i hope this fic did them justice! it hit a lot of points i liked, and i had so much fun writing it!! i'm proud of it! :)

2. you're pretty when you don't speak

or, sam's wife pov. i was shocked!!! aghast!!! frankly agog!!! at how much folks loved this one! i had the idea in the shower of all places, lmao, just the idea that wait, being sam's wife must be so lonely. it was not the usual fare (and written in second-person pov), so i was expecting it to gently and quietly flop. but no! i wrote this fic in two sittings at one a.m. the night before a paleopathology exam, so i'm shocked any of it was coherent in the morning. thank you, dear reader, if you interacted w it at all! :)

3. romans 3:10-11

ahh, romans. to other folks that write, this was one of those fics that scratched in my bones until i sat down and wrote it all out. does that sound pretentious? it was stifling; it was all i could think about. even now, i look back on it and feel like there are things that are missing, extended scenes and extra themes that i wished i had teased out. the response was overwhelming and positive and i'm so glad you lot liked it! if you ever want more...idk...lemme know...

4. we didn't get it right, but love we did our best

or, the Heaven fic! this one took awhile to make, and a lot out of me to do! it's the longest fic i've made this year, by a lot! the planning process was a lot of fun (even though charlotte was mostly asleep), and i even colour-coded themes and turning points i wanted to include. the sense of accomplishment when it was done was a great part of this year!

5. there's no such thing as a clean break, when your heart starts bleeding out

or, the stanford!era fic where dean bleeds out on the highway and decides to not tell sam about it. one of my favorite things to write is a character getting more and more out of it as they lose control (or blood), and this one was a fun challenge! i love stanford!era dean, because he's so mangled and angry and sad. i feel like that one tweet that william shatner posted where he said ELECTROCUTE HIM!!! this also feels the most like the things i wrote back in 2014, so it brings nostalgia :,)

this was WAY harder than i thought! i loved and was so proud of so much of my work this year! a top ten would be easier, but i'm happy with this list!

thank YOU for reading! :)

we are holding hands now and there's nothing you can do to stop it. y'all keep this up and we might even have to stare lovingly into each other's eyes.

#spn fanfic #spn fic #sam and dean #samdean #wincest fanfiction #wincest #wincest wednesday #2023 top five list #tag game

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watchingblsnowandforever · 9 months

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Prompt: “there is a rumour going around that the vocalist of a popular boy band is dating someone and everyone’s guessing who he could be dating, and everyone’s guess is anyone but me” au (taken from this list by @alan-apologist)

Word count: 608

Pairing: Tinn × Gun

Title: Not Your Boyfriend (Or, Am I?)

Note: This is an original work by me (@watchingblsnowandforever). Do NOT repost, or post to another website without my explicit permission.

No matter how hard and gruelling the day was, Tinn always found a little bit of joy in the break room. Every single day, without fail, all the doctors and nurses gossiped about the rumoured boyfriend of the lead vocalist of Chinzhilla.

Chinzhilla was the #1 band in Thailand now. Tinn couldn't go anywhere without hearing their name.

One time, he'd realized that he was out of toothpaste in the middle of the night and had to drag himself to the nearest 7/11. At the counter, the boy noticed his Chinzhilla hoodie he'd borrowed (read: stolen) from Gun and went on a breathless rant about how good Chinzhilla was and how handsome their members were. Tinn would have found it hilarious if he were not sleep deprived, but he could only just blink owlishly at the boy until he sheepishly apologized and finally gave him his toothpaste.

A couple of weeks ago, in an interview, the other band members were teasing the lead vocalist about how whipped he was for his boyfriend, and Gun had confidently retorted that his boyfriend was more whipped for him, and except for a little snickering, none of the others had denied that.

While true, it'd taken Tinn back to their high school days, and he'd screamed into his pillow with cherry red cheeks, and then called Tiw to rant. Again.

See, they had a deal. Every other weekend, Tinn treated Tiw to whatever he wanted, and Tiw patiently listened to all his (coherent and otherwise) rants.

They both knew Tiw would do it no matter how much he complained, but it gave them an opportunity to catch up on each other's lives.

Anyways, since then, there had been an uproar among the Chinzhilla fans about who this mysterious boyfriend could be, and why they didn't know all about him already.

So his colleagues - grown, professional adults, he might add - liked to speculate who the lucky man could be. Their guesses became more ridiculous by the day.

Today was no different. And as usual, he just listened to them and laughed internally as he ate his homemade lunch (packed by his beloved boyfriend).

“Do you think it’s that guy, Tiwson?”

“Oh yeah! Doesn’t he attend every one of their concerts?”

“I’ve heard that he even has a backstage pass!”

“Wait, wait, I think Gun and Tiwson went to the same high school!”

There was a collective gasp.

Tinn choked on his rice.

Tiwson?! Tiwson of all people?! He had the urge to laugh hysterically even as his eyes watered. That was simultaneously the closest to the right person and the furthest thing from the truth.

“Are you okay, phi?” Abbie asked. He gave her a thumbs up.

Abbie was an intern under him. She was one of the best medical students he’d seen. Only thing was, she loved to gossip, and knew everything about everyone that was ever on the internet. And she had a huge crush on her fellow intern Tess.

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That evening, when he told Tiwson about how he was apparently dating Gun, Tiw’s expression had him laughing for a solid ten minutes.

Gun, on the other hand, looked at him all angry and jealous and kissed him senseless and then some.

It was a pretty long night, and Tinn had to take the next day off.

Totally worth it.

Maybe, just maybe, he should encourage his colleagues’ “discussions” and tell Gun all about it when he came back home.

Gun chased him with (a replica of) the Chinzhilla plushie around their house after he heard that.

Life was pretty good, he thought, as he ran around the living room laughing.

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