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f10werfae · 1 year

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Love with an Age Gap

pairing: Husband!Pedro Pascal x Younger!Pregnant!Reader

summary: Pedro comes home to his heavily pregnant wife upset, and what better way to make her happy than letting her sleep with his cock inside her (DILF!Pedro) (Reader is 28, Pedro is 48) (requested)

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“Ah mi princesa, and my sexy wife mi corazon” Pedro cooed setting his keys down by the front door, his face flushed as he saw his heavily pregnant wife toddle towards him in nothing but a vest and a pair of his boxers. His eyes and hands immediately trained onto her stomach which was exposed, his hands feeling her soft stretched skin, and he would be lying if he said he ignored the way her nipples pebbled against the thin fabric.

Instead of hearing her sweet sultry voice welcoming his return home after a day of press, he finally looked up to see her eyes swollen, and bloodshot red. “I uh- I’m really glad you’re home baby” She croaked out, feeling his larger hands cup her face, coaxing a sob out of her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled her face into his chest.

“Baby? Babygirl what’s wrong?” Pedro rushed out kissing her forehead, worrying that maybe something had happened to their little gumdrop, something they had carefully been avoiding. Slowly he walked her upstairs, forgoing the chinese takeout he had bought, knowing their nesting season was in full tow. Tons of sleep, cuddles, warmth, sex and food. Entering their cosy bedroom he opened up his side of the bed, letting her snuggle in close to the comforters whilst he slid in on the other side; ears ready to listen.

“I-I know you told me not to read- read online but I had to. There were all these tweets talking about how- Oh God” She took a breath feeling another sob fighting it’s way, Pedro understood immediately, his hands calming down their gumdrop who was busy comforting their mama by kicking her softly. “I know our age gap would be controversial, b-but the comments are horrible, saying I baby-trapped you, the baby isn’t yours, and just calling me every name under the sun. I even saw one that called- called me a little girl who still didn’t know what she wanted in life” She vented, her voice raising with every word as Pedro watched her carefully, his fingers combing through her hair passionately.

Pedro was shy of 48 and he knew he was seen as more mature in that aspect, it wasn’t his fault he fell in love with a gorgeous woman 20 years his junior, with his wife Y/n Pascal being 28 years old. Sure at first they were wary of the age gap, as they met at 26 and 46, but at the end of the day they couldn’t help it. After playing his on-screen wife, after all the erotic love scenes they had to film, fuck it was game over from that day on. With them secretly meeting up in each other’s hotel rooms, loving on each other until the sun came up, and finally ending with Pedro whisking her away to his home where he’s kept her safe and sound. Giving her his last name, his baby and the life she’s dreamt off for years; both of them taking a career break to focus on their family.

“Oh my love, my sweet love, you know me and I know you. I see you and you see me. If you ask me, I don’t care what the social media says, all I know is that my purpose is you and our princesa. Our gumdrop. They don’t know you, nor will they get to, because they don’t deserve to. You’re my wife, who has a heart full of gold, you have a successful career. I know what they say about our ages, but was it a mistake for us to fall in love? No it wasn’t. If it was, it’d be the best fuckin mistake of my life”

Finishing off he pressed his lips against hers, feeling her soft pillows slip between his as this tongue coaxed her mouth open. Her whines filling his mouth as his hands wandered up to her swollen breasts, cupping them ever so gently as his fingers circled her nipples. “Thank you Pedro, i’m so happy you’re the one that managed to knock me up” She giggled against his lips feeling a bit lighter, gasps leaving her when he fulled down her vest, allowing her breasts to pop out. “Baby wait till they find out it was my idea to have our princesa, if anything I trapped you no?” He joked wrapping his lips around one of her swollen buds, lapping his tongue over it, feeling small dribbles of her sweet milk on his tongue.

“Stop it!” She whined as he massaged her other breast, her mind remembering the day they had decided together, that they were going to bring the perfect mix of them both into the world. A baby perfect just for them. “You taste so sweet, almost as sweet as your pussy, you want to sleep with me inside you baby? Mi corazon?”

“You know me so well, daddy” She smiled basking on all the new nicknames she had started to call him, papa, daddy, papi and her favourite. Papa Bear. With him coming right back with, baby mama, mama, mama bear.

Letting his fingers slip under the boxers she was fearing, he felt her puffy lips hug around his fingers, covering them in her nectar as he slipped both of the fingers back and forth against her raw flesh. Her hands gripped onto his wide shoulders as he felt up her cunt, even spitting onto his own hand to wetten her up even more, not that it was a problem now that she was pregnant. In fact her sex drive had increased by ten folds, wanting Pedro to take her anywhere and anyway he could. With a few tapes being made in the process.

Y/n made quick work of loosening the strings of his sweatpants, whining at him to shimmy the rest off while she humped herself restlessly against his coarse fingers, his voice whispering the most erotic yet loving things into her ear. “If only they knew how much I loved you” “Your pussy is gripping me like a glove baby, did you miss daddy that much?” “I need to keep you pregnant my love, want to fill this house with our little gumdrops, watch you walk around swollen and adorable with our love inside you”

Once Pedro had shoved off his pants, showing he was bare underneath, he made quick work of of running his cock through her folds; her pussy lips giving his length a warm wet hug full of love. Both of them groaning and gasping at their sensitive nerved hitting each other, coated in each others juices. Finally slipping inside of her after a few minutes of them rocking back and worth, bodies slipping together as if they were fighting for warmth. Her lips hungrily sucking on his, her tongue pushing spit into his mouth as he broke apart to watch a string of it connect their lips. She was filthy and he loved it.

Leaning back in he kissed her lips with a multitude of pecks, staying longer for some as he found himself sucking on her tongue dirtily, before leaving her shiny with his mouth as he licked down her neck to the valley between her breasts. “Just relax my love, i’m going to take care of you okay? Let me fuck you right to sleep, make love to you so good” He whispered against her chest, squeezing each globe, watching her nipples drip out small droplets of milk. Giving him the chance to lick it up and kiss her buds erotically, each one receiving equal attention. Even squirting a bit into his mouth, letting her taste herself as he spat it into her mouth lewdly. Repeating this process a few times

“Feel you so close, I love it, I love you” She whispered hugging her arms around his neck, making him look back up and hug her back, both their bare chests pressed against each other as he slowly but deeply rocked inside her core. Both of them whispering phrases if adoration and love, knowing that wherever they were, they’d be safe and loved; they knew it would be the same for their gumdrop, that’s their little treasure just for them.

“Mi Corazon, can I come inside you? It’s fine if not-“

“Shut up you old bastard, come inside your wife already” She joked mid moan, feeling him empty his balls inside her as soon as the words left her mouth, her own walls clenching around his shaft with her own release chasing after. His hands immediately going to feel up her stomach, his little princess going crazy per usual, it was as if the poor thing never slept. His breath hitching every time Y/n ground her hips against his, her pussy still clenching around his every few seconds, clearly not over her orgasm.

After a few minutes he lifted up her leg gently to put it over his waist, letting him settle in deeper, bottoming out inside her once again. Her arms wrapped around his torso with her head hidden in his neck, kissing and leaving love bites on it. “My heart calls out to why, that’s why you’re, mi corazon. I’m completely and utterly obsessed with you and there’s no other way about it. Te amo mucho baby” He whispered nuzzling his nose against hers, his heart softening when her breathing evened and he felt their princesa calm down in her mama’s body.

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PSA: Hope you all enjoy this Pedro Pascal fic!! I certainly enjoyed reading the request and making it come to life🫶 I hope whoever requested it is fulfilled. Also all Spanish is translated online so please correct me for any mistakes

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elisysd · 2 months

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11. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

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Chapter soundtrack: Daylight - Taylor Swift

You loved him. You said it first and he didn’t expect it. Never in a million years. He wasn’t expecting to hear it this soon and even less, he wasn’t expecting to hear it from you. He had always thought he would be the first to say it but wanted to wait for the perfect moment.

“Can you say it again?” he asked, wanting to make sure he hadn’t misheard you.

“I love you.” you smiled.

“Again?”

“I. Love. You.”

“One last time?” he insisted, putting his forehead against yours.

“I love you, Charles Leclerc.”

He laughed lightly before twirling you around and kissing you like his life depended on it.

“I fell for you fast the minute I decided to give you a chance. It’s scary. But I’m not scared to love you. That, I’m not. I just don’t know how people would eventually react or say…”

“I don’t give a fuck about what people say. I know what we are, I know what you feel for me and you know what I feel for you. This is what matters the most.”

“And what are you feeling for me?” you teased him.

“Love. Unconditional love.”

“You’re cute but we can’t ignore that this is making my job more and more difficult. It will come back to bite me in the ass at some point.”

“It will be alright.” he reassured you.

“Easy for you to say. Your job is not on the line… me, on the other hand? If I lose it because of that, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I’m not rich like you, I have a rent to pay and try to rent in Paris, you’ll see how awful it is. I’m losing my job, I'm losing my apartment. It is as simple as that.”

It had the effect to act as a wake up call for Charles. He might have an easy life but it wasn’t the case for everyone. He gulped and took your face between his hands.

“If it ever comes to that, which I doubt, we will find a way. I’m not giving up on you. I love you too much to do that.”

You met your colleagues at the airport after having to rush out of Charles’ room and embrace. He had tried, and almost achieved, to persuade you to come back home with him but you still had work to do and a flat to take care of. It was not as fun as what Charles was promising to give you, but adulthood wasn’t always fun. In the plane, next to Marion, you let your thoughts wander. The weekend was hard to process. You had not planned on confessing your feelings for him this soon. But it felt right, natural. You were already in a messy situation, you didn’t want to throw miscommunication into the mix. But still, you were standing about what you told him earlier, you were scared. Once you would tell your boss that you and Charles were in a relationship, you knew it would only be a hit or miss. Or you were going to keep your job, or you were going to lose it. There was an option you liked better than the other. If you were fired, you seriously didn’t know how you were going to make ends meet.

“Are you okay? You frown a lot, today.” Marion noticed.

You forced a smile before replying that you were doing alright. She put a hand on your shoulder and gave you an empathetic smile.

“You know you can tell me everything, I won’t judge.”

It made you gulp. You were thankful to be in such a wonderful team, always ready to help you if needed and that thought only made you break down. Your sobs turned into a panic attack to the point Marion made you follow her at the back of the plane and made you sit on the floor, helping you calm down.

“I’m lost and confused, Marion.” you managed to say between two out of breath sounds.

“I’m here for you, always.”

She took your hands in hers and looked into your eyes. You knew you could trust her, she wouldn’t say a word, and you needed to talk about this story to someone, you couldn’t keep it to yourself any longer. So you told her everyone, from your very first encounter with Charles, to the promise you made to your late brother and finally how you fell in love with the boy in the red suit. When you were done, you felt relieved and that was only then that you understood how much keeping it secret was weighing you down.

“I’m surprised, but not totally. I noticed how you were smiling more lately and how you seemed to be more at peace with yourself. I didn’t want to pry. I won’t say a word. This is your private life and as long as it doesn’t impact your work, I don't see why it should become a problem. That being said, it’s best if you come clean to our boss. If he learns it doesn’t come from you, it will make everything harder. I’ll be there to back you up if things turn sour. But in any case, enjoy being in love. Don’t overthink it, I know Charles, he is a good guy. He will take good care of you , you can trust him.”

“Thank you, Marion. It was exactly what I needed to hear.” you whispered, a lump in your throat. “I’ll tell him. I’m just waiting for the summer break, it will be a less busy time for us, it gives me some time to prepare what I’m going to say.”

You arrived at your flat early in the evening. Dishes were still in the sink, waiting to be cleaned-up, some clothes were laying on the couch as you had forgotten to put them back in your closet and the few plants you had were clearly in desperate need of water. Your rent was also due and you groaned in front of all the chores you had to do. You started to unpack and put your suitcase away before coming back to your living room to tidy the place. It was almost nine when you finished everything you had to do. You plopped on your couch and took your phone to see Charles’ name on your screen.

Hey, I was thinking about something. Don’t you want to come to Monaco before going to your parents? We could spend a few days together?

You wanted to scream yes but your fears got the better hold of you and you hated yourself for it.

Your hometown? Risky, no?

There will always be a risk no matter where we are. But if it makes you feel better we don’t have to leave my place. I’m perfectly fine having you all to myself for days. My bed is quite comfy, you’ll see. And we can watch movies and cook together. I have plenty of activities in mind which don’t require us to go to public places.

How do you know what I need to hear to feel better?

I don’t know. I just… know? Somehow?

Well, you could take back your suitcase, you had an unexpected packing session to go through.

You arrived two days later to the address he had given you. He had argued about coming to pick you up from the train station but the last thing you wanted was to attract people’s attention. So you had walked to his place, thankfully, it wasn’t that far. As soon as you rang the doorbell, he opened it for you, pulling you inside, his lips already on yours.

“I missed you. Way too much. That’s not normal. What did you do to me?”

“If you have the answer, please tell me because I think you did the exact same thing to me.” you giggled.

He showed you around and naturally let your suitcases rest next to his, in his room.

“I changed the sheets. I spent yesterday cleaning the whole flat. I went grocery shopping too and I bought a bit of everything, I didn’t know what you liked so… I kinda went overboard. I bought chocolates and wine for your parents too. If you need anything else, I can go to the supermarket down the road, it won’t be long. I also emptied a drawer in my bathroom’s cupboard and in my closet too.”

“Charles,” you interrupted him. “It’s perfect. Everything is perfect. Don’t worry.”

“You would tell me if something was wrong, right?”

You shushed him out with a kiss, making sure he understood very well how happy you were to be with him. You felt his hand on your neck, getting you closer while, with his other hand, he easily got rid of your cardigan.

“You said your bed was comfy, right?” you whispered against his lips.

“Absolutely. Best bed ever.”

The next three days went by a blur. It was almost like heaven, or at least if heaven was real, then being with Charles felt like it. It was easy. You fit in his environment. He loved watching you sleeping in his sheets, he loved the way you were leaving your toothpaste left open on the bathroom’s sink, he loved seeing how grumpy you were before your first coffee in the morning, he loved the way he wasn't feeling alone anymore when you were by his side. He loved how you were correcting his way of chopping vegetables, telling him it was a miracle he still had ten fingers left. He loved how much of a sucker you were when it came to thrillers. He just loved you.

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I know it is early but… I just know. If my brothers or friends would see me acting like this, they would think I’ve gone crazy.” he smiled as your head was resting on his chest.

“These last days with you made me realize how right I was to give us a chance. I know it won’t be easy, I know that shit will hit the fan at some point. But I also know that as long as I’m with you, it will be okay. It’s you and me against whatever obstacles will come our way.”

You had barely slept during the night. Today was the day when you would celebrate your dad’s birthday. You hadn’t been home for the past two years and had even less contact with your parents for a few months. And now you were bringing Charles along. Throwing him into a mess he didn’t deserve to be in. You had been quiet the whole way to Avignon, watching landscapes you loved growing up in until you finally arrived at the address you had given to Charles before leaving. Your legs had bounced the whole way there and the skin around your fingers was bleeding after you had spent hours scratching it. And now that you were in front of your childhood house, you felt like throwing up, breathing shallow. Charles stopped the engine and forced you to look at him.

“Hey, look at me. It will be alright. I’m with you, every step of the way. I’m not letting go of you. If you need me to hold your hand I will, I’m not going anywhere. One look from you that you want to leave, we do. No questions asked. I’m here for you. We can do it. You can.”

“I don’t want them to poison us with judgmental looks and make me feel like a kid who doesn't know what she is doing with her life.”

“Nothing they can say will make me love you less, rest assured. I won’t let you believe whatever negative shit they might say to you. You are a smart, ambitious, stubborn, resourceful, hard working, passionate and gorgeous woman. Don’t believe otherwise. I won’t let you, anyway.”

You smiled with difficulty, tears prickling behind your eyelids. You nodded as he kissed your forehead. He got out of the car before opening your door and taking your hand in his. You both walked to the front door of the house you loved growing up in but became a representation of a well kept cage as years went by. You knocked and a few moments later the door revealed your mom. She looked at you, up and down, not even acknowledging Charles.

“You’re late.” she finally said, making you gulp and shiver.

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leesjuicycalves · 27 days

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For Tonight

As you scrolled through your phone, his words hit you like a velvet harmer; both tender and weighty. Was he really that serious, or was this just a dance of words, a teasing jest? Yet the undeniable truth still remained, hanging over your head like a dark halo. You also wanted the same; to see him one last time, to feel his soft touch one last time, to breath him in again, to feel his lips on yours again. You knew you were crazy for thinking this, you were more than delusional, there was no way you could have him. You knew, and he knew it too, but maybe you just wanted to relish a bit more in the fact that he yearned you just like you did him. You wanted to remain in that little bubble that said, “He could have been yours if you met him sooner.” You wanted to stay in that little bubble a little longer, let it be the source of your late night fantasies, let it be something that made you smile just a tad bit; even if you knew there was absolutely no point in being in the bubble. You had absolutely no right to put yourself in that bubble, no right at all but still, here you were considering his proposal. Rights and wrong blurred into insignificance, shadowed by the all-consuming flame of passion and desire.

Minho didn’t know what he was doing, he just found himself adding your contact to his phone and texting you. He wasn’t sure you would even respond. He had to see you again, he needed to. It was mandatory. He could still taste the sweetness of your lips, still feel the softness of your skin under his fingertips. If he were to concentrate hard enough, he could still smell your scent around his senses and the image of your tear stained eyes a clear vision in his mind. How could he not though; both of you had just merely been a breath apart in the small of the closet he had found you in, crouched on the floor, sobbing and bawling your eyes out.

He hadn’t intended on finding you in that state but you were clearly embarrassed when he did, whispering a quiet ‘sorry’ and quickly drying the stains of your tears with the hem of your dress.

“It’s ok, what happened?” He had asked oh so softly sitting down next to you and completely forgetting what his mission was upon passing by the closet area. You had asked him not to pay mind to you and that it was stupid and personal and most importantly, you didn’t want to be a Debby downer among all the festivities happening just a floor below you.

“Stop being so silly, how can I let one of my newly wedded wife’s bridesmaid be sad on such a joyous day?” he had said in a stern but playful tone. “And it’s not stupid if you’re crying your eyes out.”

He remembers how you chuckled sadly sniffing and pouting and how his heart clenched at the sight of your lips pursed oh so cutely. He remembers how you struggled getting out the fact that your boyfriend of five years decided to end things with you just because you would soon be going abroad because of work. His excuse being that he couldn’t handle a long distance relationship and that he would get tired waiting for you. You cried harder articulating the last part. He wanted to hug you, to cage you in all his warmth because he was sure he had more than enough, he wanted to give you all the love he could master, give you the world and show you that you deserved better than your shitty ex.

“Am sorry, am…I shouldn’t….please don’t mind me. Y-you should go back to the party. I think it’s best if I go. I-I don’t wanna ruin the fun. Congratulations by the way,” you smiled for the first time since he found you and he didn’t understand why his heart beat twice as fast. Softly and carefully, afraid that you’d break, he slowly turned you to face him and wiped your tears away with his thumb grazing over your soft skin. He could see and feel the goose bumps that formed on your skin.

“You deserve better,” he spoke in a whisper as if he was telling you the deepest darkest secrets of his soul. “Way better,” his face was so close to you, you could see every detail of it and he could see every detail of yours. Your eyes shined even in that poorly lit closet, wide in shock, he thinks (you probably didn’t expect him to be that close to you), your cheeks flushed and lips glossy and plump. He kissed you, this he remembers way too many times that it keeps him awake at night sometimes. And you had kissed back surprisingly, eyes closed, palms rested on his thighs. He had his hands on your soft cheeks softly smoothing over them and tilting your head so he could taste you deeper, his tongue exploring every part of your mouth. And then you suddenly pulled back, all color drained from your face eyes wide in shock and fear? You ran out of the closet like you’d seen a demon, pushing past him and leaving your coconut sweet smell dancing around the air. He hadn’t asked about your name then but he would never forget your face and the taste of your lips.

Minho hopes you show up, he really wants you to show up. He booked the hotel the day before, Camei doesn’t know about it. He told her he’d be going to settle some important issues before they leave for their honeymoon; he wasn’t lying, technically. You were an important issue, and seeing you one last time would definitely settle everything, he hopes.

You have no idea whether you’re doing the right thing or not. You shouldn’t have checked the address text Minho sent you, you shouldn’t have gotten dressed to see him, you shouldn’t have gotten into that taxi. Fuck, you shouldn’t be right in front of the hotel room that he was supposedly in. You shouldn’t be knocking, you shouldn’t be anxious to see is beautiful face again, you shouldn’t be excited to see him. You shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shou-

“Y/N,” his sultry voice along with the sound of an opening door breaks you out of your spiraling thoughts. It’s too late to take back what you’ve done. You’re here, he’s here, in front of you, just a few feet apart.

“Hi,” you sheepishly breath out.

“Come in, please.” His voice is nothing above a bare whisper, pleading, his lips so plump and beautiful.

You enter the fairly spacious hotel room, it has a medium sized bed in pastel ivory sheets. The walls are a blinding white color, there’s a nightstand just beside the bed. On it sits a bottle of wine that looks quite expensive and two wine glasses. Minho must have gotten the wine for the both of you. There’s no chairs or small sofas in the room, you just realized. So you just stand in the middle of the room like an awkward acquaintance gripping on your phone (the only thing you brought with you) like your life depends on it, palms sweating and heart beating out of your chest.

“I-I’ve missed you so much,” Minho voice is so close to you, you can feel his breath against the nape of your neck. Maybe that’s because he has his hands around your waist, head against your cheek and lips directly on your neck.

“Minho you….”

“Please just…just let me. For tonight, just…please.” His right hand lays right on top of your bosom and your breath shakes.

“Just for tonight, please. Be mine just for tonight. No logic, no right or wrong. Just us behind these closed doors. Let’s…let’s deny the truth and just stay here with me,” he still hasn’t raised the tone of his voice, still so low and quiet.

‘As it should be.’ You think to yourself. You don’t deserve to be known in his world, youre not meant to be in his world.

“Just for tonight,” you whisper back a drop of tear falling from your eyes and landing on Minho’s hand that rests on your bosom. He feels the warm liquid land on the cold skin of his hand and he squeezes lightly on your breast. He kisses the nape of your neck softly and turns you so that youre facing him and he wastes no time in kissing your lips. You hear him audibly sigh into the kiss and you mirror his action hands flying to the back of his neck slowly curling your hands into his soft hair. His lips are as sweet as the first time you kissed him, maybe even sweeter this time. He kisses you fervently and passionately, tongues dancing like flames in a wildfire. Your hands tangle in his hair as you feel your body responding to his touch, his warmth. You sigh once again as you feel his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, the taste of him driving you crazy with desire, both of you lost in the moment, carried away by the sheer force of your passion for each other.

You pull away from him for a second and he eagerly chases after you’re soft lips but settles on grazing them with the flesh of his thumb, tenderly, delicately. Then he’s back on your lips again this time more intense and eager as though he's trying to memorize the feel of your lips, the taste of your breath, the way your body feels against his. Because he knows he’ll never again get to taste them as freely as he is in the moment.

He walks you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed and your ass settles on the soft mattress hands falling behind you to support you from fully laying on your back. Minho slots himself between your legs wasting no time in putting his lips back on your skin, but this time his tongue swipes a long stripe on your neck and you keen. Minho seems to understand you as he moves to take off the V shaped sweater (that showed just enough of his collarbone and his chest to have you wet right at the door) and the khakis he was wearing leaving him only in his boxers that really seemed to be a discomfort to his clearly hard dick. All you could do was gawk at his god-like mouth-watering body standing in front of you, all yours, just for tonight.

You stretch your hands and smooth over his sculptured abs, so strong and firm. You feel him shiver under your touch and it encourages you to touch him more, lowering your hands to where his bulge is.

“Fuck….Y/N….” he groans as you give a light squeeze to his clothed balls.

You slowly pull his boxers over the curve of his ass and over his thick thighs while looking up at him through your lashes, his cock springs free and slaps his abdomen and you’re sure your eyes comically widen at the sight of him. You waste no time and scoot closer to the edge of the bed fisting his dick and putting your lips as close to the tip as possible giving him slow kitten licks. The sounds Minho makes from your slight ministrations have you leaking more than you already were when you first saw him that night and you set yourself on hearing more of his pretty sounds. Your lips wrap around his tip, taking your sweet time to engulf the entirety of his length into your mouth whilst making sure to twirl your tongue around him once every few seconds.

“S-so warm, shit…” Minho involuntarily thrusts forward into your mouth making his dick hit the back of your throat and your eyes water a little bit. He looks down at you and settles his hands on your head, you struggle a bit to look at him as well and he’s sure he might as well cum just from the sight of you. Big round eyes, teary and sparkling, lips full of his cock. Fuck! He tries as much as possible to master that exact image of you in his head for as long as possible.

“M’ gonna cum…please…s-stop,” you immediately withdraw from him with a pop sound, saliva dripping onto your chin.

Minho makes haste ridding you of your clothes and laying you on your back all while littering kisses all over your body. You feel his fingers prod at your entrance and your back arches, your hole more than ready to take anything he gives you.

“Relax for me, mmh?” He tells you in his sweet sultry voice and you feel something bigger than his fingers poke at you now. Minho pushes his tip inside of you but stops once he feels you clenching around him.

“Fu-so tight, d-don’t…I’ll cum…”he struggles to let out and you try as much as possible to give him space to enter you fully. His lips find yours once again, kissing away any tension you had built inside you.

You try and get your head back to this moment, to now, when he’s all yours. When his beautiful face is above you, when he’s inside you. Not when he’ll be gone, not when he’ll be living with his family; probably already forgotten about you because it’ll be that easy for him by then. You try and relish in the feeling of him now, so you hold him, hold him like he might disappear any moment from now. You hold him and burry your face in the crook of his neck pulling him lower so that your chests touch and that’s when you realize he’s all in you, Tip kissing your cervix, you can feel him poking at your belly. He feels it too, how deep he is inside of you. How warm you feel around him, how tight and just right your cunt is for him.

“Min, move….” you whisper and he begins plunging in and out of you at a bearable pace keeping in mind not to hurt you. And your brains takes you back to how lucky his wife must be, to have found such a gentle man. Caring in the most intimate of times, so gentle and considerate. You could have used a man like him back then, when you needed him. But that’s too late to think about now. In fact nothing is worth thinking at the moment.

“F-faster Minho, harder. Please,” Minho thought you’d never ask. Because that’s exactly what he also need to do, fuck you hard enough so that his brain can forget the fact that his dick will never again feel the warmth of your sweet tight cunt.

“aaaaahhh-ngghhh….y-yes….f-faster. M-minho,” you cry out as he pounds into your hole, balls slapping at your skin and legs up high on his shoulders. He quickly changes the position so that you are now folded in half, legs at your chest and hand caged in between your legs.

Minho fucks you like it’s his last time, it is. He wants to be able to feel your warmth for days, he wants you feeling him for days as well.

“Wanna keep fucking you forever. W-wanna stuff you….”

“D-don’t……..please….please….” you try to tell him not to stop but you choke on a sob and Minho hears it. He thinks he’s hurting you so he stops and pushes your legs aside so he can see your face.

“M’ sorry,” he says kissing away your tears.

“N-no, keep going. Pl-please…am so close,” you mewl moving yourself on his dick trying to get your high back.

Minho turns you sideways now and drapes one of your leg over the other, he’s still inside you and he could still hit your right spot in that position. He moves to kneel his right leg beside you and then he keeps going, alternating between a hard, fast, slow and soft rhythm; his hands on your ass kneading and toying with the flesh of it. You’re so close to your high that it physically hurts. Minho’s now kept the slow and soft pace of fucking into you, drilling every inch of you. He feels your desperation though, he feels how you’re constantly clenching around him and so he moves to spoon your sweaty figure; his hands going directly to your clit harshly rubbing figure eights over it and you finally let go. You cum around him with a loud groan of his name and that’s more than enough to push him over the edge. You feel him starting to pull out of you but you try and keep him grounded and he releases inside of you. Painting your walls with his warm sticky fluid.

“Haaah,” you sigh as you feel some of it ooze out of you. “Stay, j-just for tonight.” You hurry to let out as you feel Minho wanting to leave from behind and inside you.

“Just for tonight,” he says back as he kisses your bare shoulder, wrapping his arms tighter around your torso.

‘Always. Stay forever.’ You both want to say it to each other but you can’t and you know the reason but you’d rather not think about it. Just for tonight, let it be okay to lay in his embrace and each other’s warmth. Just for tonight let your hearts scream the words that your lips can’t seem to utter.

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Coming Home To You | Kyle Gaz Garrick x m!reader [NSFW/MDNI]

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↳ ❝ Gaz "You're back!" Crying during sex because they've missed each other so much ❞

: ̗̀➛ It's so fucking good to have Gaz back, you honestly couldn't think of anything better.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ crying during sex, mentions of mild injury, swearing, anal sex, handjobs

↳ word count: 1007

↳ IF YOU INTERACT WITH PROSHIP/PROFIC/DEAD DOVE/RAPE PORN ETC DO NOT INTERACT, GO THE FUCK AWAY!

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You were more than glad to have Gaz back at last, so fucking thankful; he was home, and although he wasn’t really in one piece - a few new scars and bruises here and there that were certainly difficult to miss - he was at least alive.

And now he was straddling your waist, his legs either side of yours as he rolled his hips back and forth; leaving scratch marks down your chest as he did his best not to tear up.

But it was all in vain, as between your cock in his ass and the scent of being home and the feeling of your skin on his and the knowledge that not only was he safe at last but he didn’t have to worry about getting shot for walking through the door; in truth, though, it was more the fact that he had missed you so much.

You and Gaz had always been a soft touch when it came to one another, and when you noticed him tearing up, you couldn’t hold back your own waterworks; gently grabbing the back of his neck so that you could press your forehead to his, closing your eyes in a vain hope that your weeping would end.

You were moving slowly, dragging your cock out before gently pushing back up into him, shushing him quietly as you sniffled.

“You’re back!” You managed to choke out. “I love you!”

Gaz nodded as he dug his nails into your chest a little more, clearing his throat as he tried to get rid of the tears. “I’m back! I love you, too!”

It was all choked sobs and harsh moans, unable to deny that you had missed each other so much that just having sex brought you both to your knees and making wet spots everywhere with your tears; just glad to be back together again despite everything.

You couldn’t believe that you could feel him in your arms when you wrapped them around his middle to keep him close. You couldn’t believe that you were finally touching him, kissing him, being with him at last.

It felt like years, even though it had only been a few months; it felt like it had been eighty-four years and then some since you had last been able to do so much as hold his hand. And now you were both here, doing your best to focus on sex instead of breaking down with the overwhelming joy of finally being reunited.

You just couldn’t fucking believe it, in all honesty. Hearing his voice, even when it was a mix between simple moans and softly whispered sentences of a beg for more; seeing his big brown eyes, even when it was just a glimpse.

Feeling his lips against yours and his tongue, even when he only did it to stop himself from moaning your name too loudly.

You couldn’t fucking believe he was home at last, and when you felt him push down against your chest, you leaned back so that you were lying down, and let him do what he wanted; you grinned when he planted his hands firmly on your chest, rocking his hips and clenching around your cock as he smiled down at you, the inside of his lip caught between his teeth.

“I have missed you so much,” Gaz whispered softly, almost moaning every syllable between sniffles. “You have no fucking idea.”

You gently cupped his cheek as you sniffled and shook your head. “I missed you even fucking more, Kyle. Trust me. It felt like fucking years without you.”

He couldn’t even resist, leaning down and kissing you hard as he moaned into your mouth. “I wanna look after you tonight, let me?”

You showed him your palms as you pressed the backs of your hands against the pillow either side of your head. “Do whatever you want with me, my love.”

Gaz nodded, grabbing your wrist gently and leading it down to his cock; a grunt coming from the back of his throat when you took it in your hand and started to stroke him.

Licking your lips at the feel of his sweat and precum on your skin; you wanted nothing more than to push him down and to clean his cock, but you decided against it when you felt his ass clench tightly around your cock. Fuck.

He was getting so close, and with every clench, you could feel yourself going the same way; with another kiss, Gaz caught you at just the right time.

A soft cry of your name against your lips as he came all over your hand and continued to hump it; you couldn’t deny it was always so fucking hot when he did that, watching him desperately try to keep fucking into your hand and using your cock as he moaned breathily.

You were hypnotised by him, the movement of every little body part, that you couldn’t help it; bucking up into him and pistoning in and out until you could hear the familiar squelch of your own cum leaking from him. You moaned his name loudly, continuing to go at it until you were completely spent.

Slowly, Gaz got off of you and laid down on his stomach beside you, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Keep going.”

You nodded, rolling over and lining yourself up before gently easing into him and rutting into him; your bodies jerked forward with the bed as you practically humped him while he did the same to the mattress. A little too overwhelmed to give a single fuck about the potential mess, or about the slowly increasing volume of everything within the room.

“I love you, Kyle,” you whispered in his ear. “I love you so much.”

Gaz nodded as he pushed back against you and tried to hump the mattress with everything he had. “I love you, too, I fucking love you.”

You grabbed the headboard. “I’m gonna go a little rougher - that okay?”

“I’m looking after you,” he joked. “Yeah, go for it.”

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I found this in my drafts this morning so here you go, let me know if you want me to finish it!

Softness in the Strangest of Places

Mikey woke up feeling small, really small. So small he didn’t think he could make it off the bed if he tried to stand up. So, he stayed in bed for a while, attempting to will himself big enough to at least brush his teeth. To his credit, he managed to make it to the bathroom, brush his teeth, and make it all the way back to his room before he collapsed back on his bed.

Last night was… rough to say the least.

He’d been reckless, he knew he had been, but it was a spur of the moment type of thing. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, worst case scenario he’d end up with a couple extra scrapes or scratches.

Except that in jumping headfirst into a fight he’d unintentionally dragged his brothers into danger too. It was never his intention, he swears. He’d rather deal with a thousand punches than see any of them receive a single one. But intentions aside, he endangered them, if it wasn’t for Raph, Donnie would’ve ended up with a concussion from falling off a roof, and Leo narrowly avoided fracturing his wrist from all of the impact it received from fist fighting. He wasn’t trained for long bouts of it, having to rely on his foundational training from childhood since he now trains consistently with his swords.

None of them were prepared for a fight, weapons abandoned at home in favor of a casual visit to topside. Mikey knew that, and he’d still started a fight.

He walked home head hung in shame, taking deep heavy breaths as guilt and remorse clawed at his chest from the inside out, caged only by his ribs and fear of breaking down in front of his brothers.

Things got worse when they got home. He had to work so hard to keep up a good poker face while being lectured by Splinter, painfully aware that he’d just get in more trouble for crying.

His dad’s words clung to his brain, branching out into harsher remarks. “You were irresponsible and childish. This behavior will not be tolerated anymore Michelangelo. ” slowly morphed into, “You are useless and pathetic. This was your last chance and you still managed to slip up.” Distress, fear, and sadness clouding his better judgment.

By the time that it was over, he’d lost track of anything other than his own misery and the burning sting of his father’s words. He walked shakily out of the living room, fighting every urge in his body to sprint to the safety of his bedroom.

The second the door shut and he was safe in his room, he fell into littlespace, hard. He was still a bit big, somewhere between 3 and 5, but lines get blurry when you’re on the verge of tears. Luckily he was still big enough that he had the sense to secure his room. He shuffled to the door, locking it, and pretending that the lock would magically make his room soundproof.

He sprinted back to the softness of his blankets, jumping onto his bed, but the minute his body touched the mattress, the tears that had been pooling since he walked in, finally began to fall. He sobbed into his pillow, clutching his stuffed bunny close and letting it all out.

His mind continued to swirl with thoughts, the words from earlier still fresh and metaphorical wounds they caused still aching.

How could he be so terrible? They probably never wanted to see him again. His brothers probably hated him, the only reason Splinter hasn’t gotten rid of him is because he’s spent 13 years training Mikey and it would be a waste. That was it. Mhm, Splinter didn’t love him at all actually. No one did. All he ever does is mess things up and cause accidents and be unhelpful. Mhm. Yeah.

The poor turtle was so caught up in his feelings, and headspace, that all logic had gone out the window and he fully believed that his family no longer loved him because he’d made a mistake and gotten a lecture from his dad along with some glares from his brothers.

Mikey cried and cried until he couldn’t cry anymore, and not even ten minutes later, he was asleep. Entirely exhausted from the emotional and physical stress he’d just gone through.

And now he’d woken up cemented even deeper in littlespace, and he had no idea what to do. A part of him still believes that everyone is mad at him, that they don’t want to see him more than they have to, so he stays put. Deciding that it’s not worth the energy. He lays back down, snuggling his bunny and hoping that he could spend the day in his safe space, unbothered and a little bit sad.

Tragically, he has no such luck and less than thirty minutes later, Donnie comes looking for him. “Mikey?” he calls, his voice a bit sing-songy as he tries the door, pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked. Mikey knew he had forgotten something when he crawled back to bed after brushing his teeth.

Mikey can only look upwards and stare wide eyed at his older brother. Tears already beginning to form as he remembers everything that’s happened and emotions start creeping their way back.

“Angelo?” Donnie asks, concern lacing his voice when his brother makes no move to greet him

Gentle distress floods his veins as Mikey makes an attempt to break his accidental vow of silence but finds the words stuck in his throat, leaving him sitting on his bed with his mouth hanging open as he tries a second, then third, time to speak.

Through his mild panic the box turtle vaguely registers Donnie asking him what’s wrong and is suddenly struck with a genius idea.

He sits upright, making sure he’s facing his brother and has his full attention, as he begins carefully lifting up his arms. He holds them in the air at chest level for a second before bringing his two palms closer together and hunching himself inward, effectively signing “Little” or “Small” in ASL.

It takes Donnie’s mind a moment to realize what’s happening, but his face softens as understanding washes over him.

He slips into his role of caregiver almost immediately, his entire demeanor changing in seconds, and finds himself snuggling closer to his little brother, as he begins asking questions.

The first one is simple, “So I’m guessing you can’t talk, huh?”

A nod is all it takes to get his brain going, running through all the various forms of nonverbal communication he knows.

He’s aware that Mikey only knows the bare minimum when it comes to ASL, so that’s off the table, but it reminds him that sometimes the simplest solution is also the best. “Can you type?” he asks softly, taking care to add a soft and suggesting tone to his voice so that Mikey doesn’t feel bad if he can’t. When his brother signs back “Don’t know” he pulls out his phone, handing it to the smaller.

‘kinda can’ is all he manages but it’s more than enough for Donnie, whose face lights up in encouragement.

“There you go!” he happily remarks, before continuing his impromptu questionnaire. “Do you know why you can’t talk?”

‘M rely tiny, jusa babie’ (Donnie Translation: I’m really tiny, just a baby)

Donnie can’t fight the urge to coo at his brother, “Aww, I’ve got a tiny little guy on my hands, huh?” he says in an overly sweet voice that somehow makes Mikey feel even smaller than before.

Amidst his contemplation of the next question to ask, it clicks for Donnie that his brother is almost never this small. Hence the need for so many questions. The last time he was this small he’d gotten into a really bad argument with Splinter and-

Donnie can’t help the way face falls for a moment as he realizes why his brother has regressed so young.

The question flies out of his mouth before he can even think about it

"Are you this tiny because of what happened last night?"

and Donnie has never been filled with such immediate regret as he watches his brother's face crumple.

Mikey's suddenly reminded of why Donnie was in here in the first place as the tears find their way to his eyes for the third time. Once they start falling, they can't seem to stop, streaming down his face chased only by hiccuping sobs.

Donnie’s on in him in an instant, wrapping him in a tight hug as he begins to soothe.

"No, hey. Hey, it's alright. Donnie’s got you. I know it last night was a lot, I'm here I've got you. No one's upset with you, I promise. We know it was a mistake, I promise we don't hate you."

He states, knowing Mikey well enough to know exactly what was going on in his head right now.

Big or little, Mikey’s always scared that his mistakes are the end of the world, and it breaks Donnie's heart every single time.

He continues to hold his brother, a stream of soft “It's okay.”, “You're okay.”, and “I'm here”s continuing to pour from his mouth.

He tries rubbing small circles on the younger's shell but stops abruptly when he feels him pull away.

As the minutes pass, Donnie hears the harsh sobs fade to gentle sniffles as Mikey calms down a bit, nuzzling Donnies chest a bit as he tries to snuggle impossibly closer to his older brother.

It takes a few more minutes of sniffles for Donnie to try rubbing Mikey’s back again, but this time he leans into the touch, exhausted and desperate for reassurance. “There we go” he sighs as he feels Mikey melt into his arms, “Deep breaths, I’ve got you. Donnie’s got you.”

Donnie’s never been a big fan of touch, but his little, scratch that baby brother, was always an exception.

As Mikey leans back to look up at him, Donnie breaks out in a soft smile, “Hi sweetheart. Are you feeling any better? I’m so sorry I upset you like that, I promise I didn’t mean to. Do you think you can forgive me?” The question is asked in earnest, but Donnie knows the baby in his arms is far too tired and vulnerable to say anything but “Yes”, so he mentally files a reminder to apologize to his brother again when he’s bigger.

The small boy just nods shyly, looking back down with a droopy, almost shameful, look. Donnie recognizes it almost immediately. “Hey, hey, None of that! I’m not upset with you for crying. I could never be upset with you for expressing your emotions, especially when regressed. It’s fine, I promise. You’re such a good boy Mikey. My sweet baby brother.”

Mikey’s head continues to dip, though this time with a bashful smile rather than a shameful frown, and Donnie nearly beams at the sight.

“Alright! With all that crying, I think it’s time we get you a drink and something to eat. What do you say bud?” Mikey nods cautiously in response, still on edge from all the crying, and just generally sensitive because of how heavily regressed he is. “Can you walk?” he asks tentatively, caregiver mode being increased tenfold now that he knows just how baby his brother was.

He sighs at the sorrowful head shake he gets, but is quick to clarify he’s not upset at Mikey for being unable to walk, but simply hadn’t thought ahead about what to do in the event he wasn’t able to.

Donnie goes back to rubbing soft circles on Mikey's back as he messages Raph and Leo a quick, “Code Baby, meet me in Mikey’s room.”

Of course, they’re there in an instant; Leo instinctively running up to the bed and reaching for Mikey’s hand to drag him up and out of the room before Donnie gives them a panicked “Hold on!”

With a solemn look, he attempts to explain things as rapidly as possible…without upsetting Mikey. Which proves to be more than a bit of a challenge.

“Remember what happened last night with Mikey, the lecture he got from Splinter and-” he sneaks a quick look at Mikey, relieved to find him too busy playing with his newfound toy [Read: Leo’s hand] to pay attention to the discussion at hand, “the way he looked like he was holding back tears for most of it?” The second half is almost a whisper, Donnie treading carefully after earlier events.

Raph and Leo’s faces immediately drop, excitement, about Mikey being little, shifting to worry for their youngest brother. Donnie quickly goes on, wanting to avoid putting his brothers through unnecessary anxiety. “Apparently some time between when he ran to his room last night and now, he regressed. And he regressed hard. He seems to be stuck in babyspace, and can neither talk nor walk ”

Both of their faces soften in understanding as everything, even their posture and stances, shift into caregiver mode alongside Donnie. They’d entered the room expecting a roughhouse filled playdate with an 8 year old Mikey, but now they were more than happy to dote upon their baby bound brother.

There’s also an unspoken twinge of pity, even sadness, lurking in the eyes of all three, that no one bothers to acknowledge. However Donnie decides to err on the side of caution and slips in an added, “I’m not sure if it’s what caused him to regress so hard or if it’s because he’s so tiny, but he’s super sensitive right now guys, so we’ve got to be extra careful how we handle him.” Raph quirks an eyebrow and Leo opens his mouth to retort before Donnie warns, “I sighed when he told me he couldn't walk and had to spend the next 5 minutes convincing him I wasn’t upset with him because of it.” which quickly shuts down any suspicion.

The attention shifts back to Mikey as he squirms in Donnie’s lap, trying to reach Donnie’s phone but clearly unable. When it’s handed to him, he’s quick to type out a barely decipherable message about breakfast that kicks everyone into gear.

Raph scoops him up, carrying his bridal style to the kitchen, and though he’s been held like this a thousand times, it still manages to make Mikey feel impossibly smaller. He babbles happily on the trip to the kitchen, clearly excited to be in his big brother’s arms and absolutely glowing under all of the attention. Donnie’s leading the way with smooth determined strides as he uses his gauntlet to run through an index of all the food in their household and organizing it into “Baby Friendly”, “Potentially Baby Friendly”, and “Are you trying to Kill the Baby?”

Leo trails quite a ways behind the other two, having run back to grab a pacifier and teether for Mikey, as well as his favorite Frog Stuffie. Just in case.

It only takes a few minutes for him to catch up with the others in the kitchen, where Donnie is already running around playing scavenger hunt with different ingredients. Meanwhile, Raph is attempting, to no avail, to pry Mikey off of him and set the boy onto a chair, a bowl of cubed watermelon sitting on the counter beside them. As much as he’d love to spectate Donnie’s goose chase for baby food, Leo figures Raph could use the help, so he makes his way over.

“Mikey! Hey buddy,” Leo coos.

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My forever • Conrad Fisher

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of death, break-ups

Summery: Homesick part 2 - After months of no communication y/n was far from over conrad and when Susana passed y/n couldn’t not go to her funeral just because of Conrad. So she does and of course she sees him

Part one

It had been months since y/n and conrad spoke they briefly saw each other after graduation nothing but a small hi being said. Y/n and Amy had moved into there collage dorm rooms together that September both more than excited about officially being in collage. Y/n knew Conrad was on campus somewhere but she just hoped they wouldn’t bump into each other.

Conrad and y/n had spent hours talking about going to collage together, he’d decided to take chemistry because he wanted to be a doctor and y/n was taking law following after he mother. They’d talked about how they’d live on campus the first year to make friends but they’d move in together as soon as they could, they’d study in the library together and eat in the cafeteria. They’d do it all together.

She never thought she’d be doing it without him.

Amy had forced her to go to parties which usually ended in Amy egging her on to make out with someone who’d been trying to get with her since collage started only for y/n to do it and end up in floods of tears after the fact.

“Y/n, come one Doll.” Amy said handing the girl a tissue “you need to move on from him.” But y/n just cried harder. She’d locked herself in the bathroom that night trying to muffle her sobs is Amy could sleep. She almost left conrad a message. Almost.

“I know I shouldn’t be doing this that it’s a bad decision. Amy keeps telling I need to move on but I don’t understand we’re I’m supposed to go I’ve already had perfection I don’t wanna live a life of second bests.” Y/n took a seat on the toilet her sobs slowly Turing into silent tears

“She keeps telling me that there's tons of fish in the water but How do I get better once I've already had the best? God it’s been months and I can’t even kiss someone else without tasting your mouth I can’t let someone else touch me without feeling disgusted with myself.” Y/n’s breathing had steadied as she held the phone to her ear letting herself spill everyone emotion.

“The second I stepped foot in that party I was hoping you’d bust in the door and take me away and I tell you how much I regret letting myself let you go. I can’t get over you conrad fisher. You were supposed to be my forever. You are my forever if we’re together or not there will never be anyone else.”

She almost sent it. But at the last second her rational side of her got the better and she just saved it instead knowing she’d appreciated making fun of her drunk self the next morning.

When Susana died y/n thought about not going to the funeral because the thought of seeing him completely heart broken killed her inside but she loved Susana. She couldn’t miss it. Y/n sat in the back alone, listening to Conrad and Jeremiah say there words about there mother and how amazing she was. There was not a dry eye in the crowd.

She got up quickly after not wanting to be seen by anyone but Jeremiah spotted her before she could make an escape. She wanted to run but part of her knew that seeing Jere would numb the hurt a little.

“Y/n.” He said softly approaching her walking away from whoever was already talking to him more focused on the girl. He’d only seen her a handful of times when she’d come over to see Susana and he missed having his friend around

“Hi Jere.” She didn’t know what to say but when he pulled her into his arms holding her close she knew she didn’t need to say a thing. Y/n may have been dating conrad but she also knew Jeremiah like the back of her hand she’d spent so much time with the fisher boys that she knew what they were thinking with just one look

“He misses you.” Was all Jeremiah said. He didn’t need to do the whole I’m sorry for you loss conversion because it was y/n. They both knew the other was hurting they knew they didn’t need to talk just being near each other was enough

“I miss him too.” She said just as she heard a voice call out for Jeremiah. Jeremiah let go of y/n turning to face were the voice had come from.

And there he stood. Conrad fisher. The boy who broke her heart. The boy she loved more than anything in the world. When he finally realised it was her No words had to be spoken he just took her into his arms holding her tightly as they both silently cried. She clung onto him like if she let go he’d disappear.

She was the only person that understood him. The only person that wasn’t going to try and push him to talk about his feelings. The only person that knew him. The real him.

“Don’t go.” He whispered.

And she didn’t. She stayed by his side the whole way through the wake through every conversation he had. She was there. No one knew how much that meant to him. No one except Laurel. The second she saw y/n her heart swelled.

“Who’s the girl?” A friend asked Laurel as they watched the way Conrad held her hand as each person approached him to given there condolences

“The love of his life.” Laurel said

It wasn’t until that evening that y/n and conrad were alone. He didn’t have to ask her to stay the night she just did because she knew he wanted her there.

“You don’t have to forgive me just because my mom died.” He said as they sat opposite each other hands in hands

“We don’t have to talk about this.” Y/n said not wanting to add anymore stress to the day for him but she shook his head

“I want to… please I need to talk about anything that isn’t her.” He practically begged and she was in no business of denying him what he wanted right now. y/n nodded as he took a deep breath

“You Hurt me Conrad, more than anyone ever has.” She started her hands shaking as she tried to compose herself not wanting to break down over this. Not today. “I told you about the way Dylan hurt me and that’s what made it worse, you knew how hard it was for me to let myself love you to let you in and you did the exact same thing as him.” She said he had tears in his eyes she could hardly look at him. She barley had since she got there.

“I know, I hate myself for what I did to you. I don’t know why I did it and there’s no excuse I’m not going to say that it was because I was upset about my mom because that would be selfish.” Conrad told her wiping the tear that rolled down his cheek

“You can tell me to fuck off, that you never wanna see me again and I’d understand but y/n I can’t do this without you anymore. I sit in my dorm room every night thinking about how you’re somewhere on campus doing this without me and it’s kills me.” Y/n just listened talking in every word he said

“You’re the only one for me y/n, I knew it then and I know it now. Even if you never want to see me it’s always going to be you. No one will ever be you.” He said she didn’t know to say she wanted him back but she was terrified

“Conrad…I know and darling I’ll wait for as long as it takes even if you didn’t ask me too because you’re all I want.” She didn’t say anything back instead she just leaned in kissing him softly and that’s when he knew. He had his girl back.

“You get one last chance, Conrad,” y/n whispered as she pulled away his hand still on her cheek “you hurt me like that again and I promise there’s no going back.”

They weren’t sure when everyone left but when they went back downstairs it was just Jeremiah and Laurel sat at the kitchen table talking about anything they could think of. They took a seat next to them everyone knowing what the other was feeling.

“Are you two back together?” Jeremiah asked taking a bite of one of the left over sandwiches before pushing the tray over to conrad.

“Yeah, we are.” Conrad said smiling for the first time in weeks everyone but y/n knew that this was the start of getting Conrad back. Jeremiah and Laurel were few of the only people that knew not having y/n in his life just made everything worse but now it may be a turn for the better

“I’m glad, one of the last conversations I had with your mother she told me I had to do everything In my power to get you two back together. That you were destined to be it was written in the stars.” Laurel said making conrad chuckle

“She reminded me of that everyday.” Conrad said intertwining his and y/n’s hand as Jere yawned before excusing himself to go to bed leaving the three alone.

“Im gonna finish cleaning up.” Laurel said but Conrad stopped her taking the plate from her hand insisting she’d done enough before getting up leaving y/n to sit with her “you know that’s the first time he’s talked about Susana other than at the funeral.” Laurel said taking a sip of her coffee y/n bit the inside of her cheek nodding slightly

“That’s because of you you know, he’s stronger when he’s got you by his side always has been.” Laurel told her but y/n sighed

“He’s already the strongest person I know he doesn’t need me to help with that.” Y/n said bud Laurel just took y/n’s hand leaning across slightly

“He does need you, You are the one person he needs in this world and I know what he did to you hurt and it’s taken you time to get to this point but believe me he won’t let you regret it I’m sure of it.” Laurel always knew what to say and she always said it in a way that made it sound like it was the complete truth. you’d be a fool not to believe her.

“I hope so, I really do” y/n said letting out a soft sigh “I can’t see myself with anyone but him. There’s no one that could replace him and I just hope he feels the same.” Y/n said in almost a whisper as if she was scared that admitting it would ruin things

“Oh he does, when you left cousins that day he spent hours crying to Susana on the couch about how much he regretted it. I’ve never seen him more passionate about anything than his love for you not even pomegranate Martinis and we know he’s passionate about them.” Laurel joked trying to lighten the mood slightly. She didn’t know what it meant to hear someone else say these things for someone else to see the way they’d loved each other.

Laurel didn’t say anything else just quietly took herself off to bed before conrad came back to y/n suggesting that they do the same. Her clothes she never bothered to collect still has the same place in his drawers They were still neatly folded the way she liked. It still felt like home. She could have just worn her own clothes but instead she picked out a pair of his shorts and a shirt just like she always would.

Conrad was busy fetching am extra blanket knowing that she always complained his room was too could but when he came back in seeing her sat in his cloths on her side of the bed like she used to he could of swore he saw forever in that moment. Y/n tried not to make it obvious that she was watching him as he took his shirt off but he was to pretty not to stare.

When he leant done to kiss her telling her he was going to push his teeth that’s when she noticed it. Conrad has always worn a chain his mom had got him when he was 14 after he begged for it because one of the older guys on the football team had one and Conrad idolised him. However the chain wasn’t what she cared about. It was the ring that was around it. She knew that ring.

It was the ring he got her on there first anniversary it had there initials carved into it. She didn’t know how he had it she’d throw it someone on the beach that day in cousin after he chased after her begging her not to go to stay and work things out.

“You found it.” She whispered her fingers wrapped around the metal bringing him closer he smiled looking down at the ring and back up at her. She had tears in her eyes not wanting to let go of it but she did

“I spent hours on the beach everyday after you left trying to find it and I eventually did and I’ve had it on here ever since.” He told her leaning down to kiss her once more “I never gave up on the idea of having you back in my life.” He said as though it was nothing before walking out of his room and into the bathroom leaving her with those words

When he came back in he’d taken the ring off his chain and held his hand out for y/n’s she let out a small sigh giving him her hand before her slid the ring back on in the place it belonged before crawling into bed next to her.

“Thank you.” He said softly as they laid just millimetres away from each other y/n’s hand came to push the hair that had fallen over his eyes back resting her palm in his cheek

“For what?” She whispered back as his arms snaked around her waist pulling her impossibly close

“Being here today, for staying when you could have left. I don’t think I could have done this without you.” Conrad told her if it wasn’t for y/n he would have disappeared straight after the funeral he couldn’t face anyone but having her by his side he felt like he could do anything. She made him better.

“You don’t have to thank me Con. I’d of always stayed for you.” She whispered as he kissed her forehead “I don’t ever want to lose you again Conrad.”

“I’m yours forever, if you’ll have me.”

“Forever.”

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19-"Do you believe that?"

Tears fell down Sophie’s face, sitting in the middle of a field, staring out over a lake, her heart felt like it was broken into a million pieces.

Heartbreak, deception, it had been coming and she’d been foolish enough to think he was different, that he actually loved her.

If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes she would not have believed it. She’d not believed Rosamund when she said she was going to steal him from her, that she was nothing, that she’d come from nothing, her parents weren’t married, she was a bastard. Rosamund spent the last 5 years telling her she was only part of the school because her father felt sorry for her.

First she’d lost her father 6 months ago and now she’d lost her boyfriend. The one person who had shown Sophie what she thought love was. The one person she had been so sure loved her…

But then she’d seen him pressed up against Rosamund’s locker, Rosamund’s lips attached to his…

She’d not even stopped when she heard his cries of her name, she’d ran out, she’d turned on her worn converse and ran as quickly as her little legs would carry her.

She was small, she was quick, she found running easy and so she’d just kept going. Out of the sixth form grounds, tears falling down her face, as her heart shattered, her world falling apart.

Everyone left her in the end. It was what Araminta had always told her and now it was coming true.

Her father had died and they were still trying to locate his Will so until it was found she was stuck with her step-mother.

Eventually her legs started to hurt, her lungs were burning and the need to sob hit her like a truck and she crumbled to the floor.

The soft grass cushioned her fall and she curled into a ball and pressed her head into her knees as she sobbed.

“Sophie…” came an out of breath sigh, about 10 minutes later.

Sophie didn’t even need to look up to know who it was, “go away Ben. I don’t want to talk to you” she replied, each word a heartbroken sob.

“No, you need to listen to me, it’s not what it looked like!” he pleaded, his voice getting closer. He’d placed his hands on his hips as he wheezed.

He was not a runner, he was a rower, he’d lost her for a bit but knowing the direction she was running, he knew where she was going.

This was their spot. He’d seen her crumble, and he felt horrible. He’d not been anticipating Rosamund pouncing on him.

He’d been walking down to meet her, with the news that his Uncle had found her father’s Will, he’d been almost giddy, he had no idea of the contents but the fact it had been found meant she’d be able to find out if she was stuck with Araminta or if she’d be free of her wicked step-mother once and for all.

But as he walked past Rosamund and her friends, she’d grabbed his arm, and before Benedict had a chance to do anything, before he’d even realised that Sophie was there, Rosamund had pulled her into him, he’d lost his balance and his hands fell either side of her locker as she’d wrapped herself so tightly around him he’d not been able to escape until he’d heard the scream, followed by the sob and he knew what was going on.

He’d shoved Rosamund hard, Kate had seen the entire thing happening and promised to take care of the bitch as he ran after his girlfriend.

It’d nearly broken him, he knew how much that would have hurt Sophie seeing that. Knowing her for as long as they had, being best friends before they’d taken the leap and given in to their feelings for one another, knowing her past…

He knew her better than any other soul alive and he knew… he knew how much this would have hurt her and it was why he’d gone running after her. Determined that he’d not let her run away, not let her shut him out. That he would explain.

Once he was there, he panted her name and the way she told him to go away nearly broke him, nearly caused him to break down in tears himself.

“It’s not what it looked like?!” she’d screeched at him, “it looked like you were kissing my step-sister! In front of the entire school, Ben!!!”

“I wasn’t kissing her! She grabbed me! She grabbed me as I was coming to meet you! I’d nipped into Art this morning, Kate and I went to hand in our project as we didn’t want to carry it around the school all morning! Kate will tell you! Rosamund grabbed me, i lost my balance and before I knew what was happening her lips were on mine and she’d wrapped me up so tight I was trying to wriggle free but it wasn’t happening… I didn’t want to kiss her, she’s literally the last person in the entire school I want to kiss” Benedict said passionately

Sophie shook her head “Rosa told me she was going to take you from me… that you’d go… that you were just using me to get to her…”

“Do you believe that?”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore! I never thought you’d cheat on me!” Sophie sobbed

“Sophie… I… I didn’t… she ambushed me. You are the one that I love, you are the one I want to be with, the only one that I want to be with… i’d rather cut my cock off than be with her. She’s jealous of you. She’s always been jealous of you. You’re beautiful, you’re kind and clever and she’s got to sleep with people to get her homework done, she tried to sleep with Professor Livingstone to get her english grades changed…”

“She… she…”

“Henry told me when he’d overheard it all, but Sophie… Please believe me, you are the only girl for me. You are the one who has my heart, you’ve only ever had my heart, from aged 13 you’ve been the one I wanted. You’re the one I want to build a life with. You’re the one I can’t wait to go to Uni with, getting our own place, growing older together, getting married, getting a dog, having babies. I want it all Soph and you’re the only one I want it with… not her.” he said

“But… i saw… she…”

“I know what you saw and I can’t take that away, I wish I could but I did not kiss her, I wedged my lips shut. Kate was going to kick her arse whilst I was coming after you… Rosamund has exploited your weakness, the things that upset you, your worst fears, her and her vile mother have done nothing but tried to make your life miserable and even more so since your father died… but I love you Sophie. They can’t change that. They’re never going to be able to change that. Even if you wish to never see me again, if you want me to go away and leave you alone, it won’t stop me loving you.” he said passionately.

“You… you really didn’t?”

“No. I swear down on my star wars collection that it was unwanted attention, I was coming to meet you, I was coming to see you so we could go to English together, as usual. If I hadn’t gone to Art with Kate none of this would have happened, it was just… bad timing and she’s obviously been waiting for a moment like this… but i promise… it was unwanted attention, the moment she heard you scream she let up and I was off her, and running after you… Kate promised to sort it out, she will back me up. I promise” he explained, begging her to understand and hoping beyond hope that she’d believe him.

Sophie sniffed and lifted her head and looked at him for the first time, her green eyes red and puffy. She looked at him, taking in his face, wanting to see if he was telling the truth, wanting to see the truth in his eyes, she knew his face and knew when he was lying, when he was telling the truth and as she looked into his blue eyes, she saw the truth, the hurt she could see, the pain that he was going through because of the pain she was going through, and she knew he was telling the truth “i… I believe you” she said softly.

Benedict let out a sigh and moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, “thank you. It won’t ever happen again. I promise, i’m going nowhere near that girl, English is the only class we share with her so you will be by my side, she’s a leech, and I promise I'm not going within 100 feet of her.”

Sophie sighed into him “that’s a bit excessive but if Kate’s been left to sort it… i’m sure Rosa won’t go anywhere near her but going home tonight is going to suck…”

“Come to mine, Mum will love to see you as will the girls, and Uncle George rang last night, he’s located your dad’s Will, you can see him tonight about it” Benedict said

“It’s been found?”

“It has, so come back to mine after school, and maybe we can find out that you can be rid of the witch once and for all” Benedict said hopefully.

“That would be nice” she replied as she rested her head on Benedict’s shoulders, letting herself enjoy his warmth and his touch. It had been an emotional morning, it would be an emotional evening but right now, she just wanted to feel safe in the arms of the man she loved.

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sidekick-hero · 1 year

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Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, AO3

(steddie | 3k | sfw)

March 1986

Deep down, he always knew he’d end up here, one way or the other. Steve Harrington does not get to keep the people he loves. He thought he’d learned that lesson with Nancy but apparently, he hadn’t.

Not everything has a happy ending.

How foolish of him to assume that meant something as simple as his own death.

Walking away from Eddie and Dustin had been the hardest thing he ever had to do in his life. He knew they would be safest of all, just decoys, not to engage with the fighting in any way. It was still terrifying to leave them behind. He remembers the relief he felt when Eddie had called out his name, clearly as unwilling to part as Steve had been. They’d just found each other after years of wasted time.

They looked at each other then, both lost for words; because what was there to say that didn’t sound like goodbye?

Now, he thinks, he might have to live in a world in which Eddie’s last words to him are “Make him pay.”

As soon as Vecna had vanished, Steve had turned heels and ran back towards the Upside Down version of Eddie’s trailer. The sinking feeling in his stomach had gotten worse with every passing minute and by the time he reached the trailer park he felt like his stomach tried coming out through his mouth.

He sees Eddie’s trailer about 50 feet to his right and a bit further ahead, he can make out a figure, kneeling on the ground. Steve pushes himself to run faster, his lungs burning and his body aching. He doesn’t care, can only think of big eyes the color of dark amber, looking at him with so many unsaid things. He thought they had time. Stupid. So fucking stupid.

It’s Dustin who's knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. In his arms lays Eddie. Dustin looks at Steve with so much despair in his eyes that Steve can barely stand looking at him. He failed him. Failed both of them and Eddie is paying the price. “Steve – he – he just cut the rope, I’m sorry, I don’t know what – You have to – “ a hiccup, the tears spilling over his cheeks in rivers of loss and despair “you have to help him, please, Steve, please.”

As Steve falls to the ground on Eddie’s other side, he sees the wounds. The blood. The paleness of his skin. Eddie’s eyes look even bigger than usual as they slowly turn to him. There’s a droplet of blood at the corner of his mouth that spills over as he tries to smile at Steve.

“Heya, Stevie.”

His voice sounds weak but has lost none of its warmth. Even dying Eddie manages to have only affection and care for Steve and Steve’s hit with how fucking unfair it all is. Eddie had always been a good guy, had always taken care of Steve for no reason except he wanted to. He doesn’t deserve to die. Steve gets it now, understands why Max loves that damn Kate Bush song so much. He’d make a deal with God if he only could, too.

“Hi.” His voice breaks and he swallows down the rising bile. “Are you – how do you feel?”

Steve wants to smack himself in the face, but Eddie just chuckles wetly. “I’ve been better.” His eyes never leave Steve’s face, like he's trying to memorize every little detail. “It’s not so bad, now that you’re here. I – “ his whole body shudders and Steve sees his breath comes out in little puffs of frosty air. “I’m just so cold.”

Steve grasps Eddie’s hands between his and closes his eyes for a moment as he feels how cold they are. “Let me keep you warm then.”

Steve starts to rub Eddie’s hands between his own, just like Eddie had done for him before. He smiles down at the other boy, crooked, and a tear drops down onto their clasped hands. Then another. And another. His voice shakes as much as Eddie’s body when he says “This reminds me of the first time we met. You remember, the woods? I had a concussion, and it was really fucking cold, I forgot my jacket, and you warmed my hands, just like that.”

Eddie looks at him with a fond look and Steve wants to scream at the universe to take him instead.

“Not the first time.” Eddie says with a smile. There’s blood between his teeth.

Steve blinks at him, baffled. “What?”

“That’s not the first time we met. But I warmed your hands just like that back then, too.”

“It wasn’t – but, that can’t be. I would know – I would remember you.” It couldn’t be right. Steve could never forget someone like Eddie Munson. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Eddie since that first time back in ’83.

Eddie eyes are still fond, but Steve can see how tired they are, how much effort it costs him to stay awake and talk to Steve. “I was being a dragon, remember? Look!" and with that, Eddie puffs deliberately, his frosty breath turning to smoke once more.

It hits Steve like a punch in the face. He remembers now. The little boy he met after he ran away from home and got his jacket stolen. His father had been furious. He always remembered that but had forgotten all about the little boy who had been a dragon. The little boy who had warmed his hands and had gotten him home safely. Just like Eddie had done so many times in the last few years.

“Eddie – “ he breathes out, almost inaudible. Can’t say more because this is too big, too much.

“You were my first friend, Stevie – even when you didn’t remember me, I’ve never forgotten you. After I ran into you in the woods, your pretty face all bruised and messed up, I swore to myself to look out for you the best I could. You clearly weren’t willing to do so yourself.”

Before Steve can say anything to that, like ‘Why couldn’t you look out for yourself, too?’ Eddie goes on. His eyes are closed and his voice has gotten quieter. Steve has to concentrate hard to understand what he is saying. “I just wish I had more time, y’know, ‘cause I get the feeling you’re one rash decision away from doing something selfless and stupid again.”

“No!”

He looks across Eddie at Dustin, who’s said it at the same time as Steve.

“You’re not dead, you hear me? This isn’t the end, Eddie. You can’t just quit man. We can fix this, right? Right, Steve?” Dustin looks at him, pleading with his eyes for Steve to help him, to save the day like he always does. And Dustin’s right, Eddie wasn’t dead. Not yet. They had to try.

Steve’s about to move to gather Eddie in his arms when Robin and Nancy arrive at the scene. Both are out of breath, and he thinks they want to be pissed that he just took off as fast as he could but one look at Eddie on the ground, clothes soaked in blood and Steve’s hands clasped firmly around his, and they realize why he did it.

“Oh Steve.” It’s Nancy, who knows exactly how Steve looks when he’s gutted at the prospect of losing someone he loves.

He looks at her with everything he feels laid bare for her to see. “Help me. Please.”

She takes a step towards them, fierce determination morphing her tired, dirty face. Steve never met anyone as fierce as her in his entire life. If anyone can do this, it’s Nancy Wheeler.

Together, they will save Eddie Munson’s life. They have to.

One week later

Steve’s in his room, dressed in nice pants and a dress shirt. He tries to tie a tie around his neck, too but his hands tremble too bad and he has to re-start yet again.

“Fuck.”

He rips it off his neck and throws it away, uncaring as to where it goes. Who gives a fuck anyway if he wears a tie or not, certainly not Eddie. It’s the only opinion that matters to him right now and he can’t even ask him, has to assume his stance on ties. Fuck.

The tie sails across the mess of clothes on his floor and lands on his unmade bed, right next to a denim vest full of patches and pins. Steve goes over to his bed and picks up the vest instead of the tie.

“You would have hated the fucking tie.” He says to the empty room. “I should just put on the vest, shouldn’t I? It’s way more metal.” Steve nods and smiles, like there was an actual answer only he can hear. He puts on the vest and makes his way down the stairs, where Robin and Nancy are waiting for him. They both look at him open-mouthed as he descends the stairs.

Nancy recovers first. “Steve, you really think this is –“ she starts but Robin interrupts her. “He would have loved it.” That settles it quickly.

“You go ahead and wait in the car, I just need to pick something up real quick.” With that, Steve turns around and runs back up the stairs to his room while Nancy and Robin go to wait in his car.

Steve joins them not even five minutes later.

When they enter the cemetery only eight other people are there, spaced into three groups. Wayne Munson and Chief Hopper stand at the head of the burial site, and a bit to their left the three guys from Eddie’s band. At the other end across from Munson and Hopper, Dustin, Mike and Lucas are gathered in a tight circle. Steve can see masses of onlookers behind the gates, gawking at them and whispering to each other, but no one dared to enter. He suspects that’s Hoppers doing and he’s thankful beyond words for the man who cheated death to come back to help them.

Dustin spots them first and he turns towards them with a serious expression on his face. He looks older now, they all do. Pain and grief do that to a person.

“You’re late.” The quip has nothing of Dustin’s usual tone and Steve thinks of the way Dustin had begged him to help Eddie, to save him. He doesn’t think Dustin will ever be quite the same as he had been before that.

“Sorry, tie wasn’t cooperating.” Dustin just nods, not commenting on the dirty denim vest Steve’s wearing; not even Mike Wheeler has one of his snarky remarks for him. Steve would have given anything for one of the little shithead’s insults right now.

“Should we start?”

They all nod and turn around towards the open grave. There’s a casket in it but it’s empty. They never found a body to put into it and Steve thinks that’s the worst for Eddie’s uncle, to not have that kind of closure. To always wonder, what if. What if his nephew was still out there. What if they had been wrong. What if there still was a chance. He seems like a nice guy; someone who loves Eddie and has a hard time letting go of him. Steve can relate. He doesn’t deserve that kind of pain, but Steve can’t do anything to take it away from him. Not today.

When everyone is gathered around the open grave, Wayne Munson steps forward. “My nephew was a good boy, a kind boy. He had not been without faults, no one is. But he always tried to be better. Better than his father, his reputation. Better than this shitty, narrow-minded town deserved. Better than I deserved. I was supposed to take care of him but really, he took care of me. That’s just what Eddie did; took care of people. I just wish the world would have taken better care of him.”

With that, he kneels at the grave and throws in a mug. Steve couldn’t see what was on it but it must have meant something to Eddie and Wayne. Wayne gets back up and walks to stand beside Hopper again. There are tears on his face, clearly visible but he looks without shame, doesn’t even move to wipe them away.

“You can say goodbye now, too. It means a lot that you’re here, means a whole lot to know that some people knew Eddie, and cared about him.”

His eyes stay on Steve for another long moment, taking in his outfit, the vest that clearly belonged to his nephew and still bore signs of the hardships they went through together. Dustin had been the one to talk to Wayne because Steve just couldn't. He had never been the one good with words.

Everyone steps towards the grave and mumbles a few words, mostly too quiet to hear and throws something into it. Everyone respects the unspoken desire to have something that just belongs to the grieving and Eddie, so they all keep their distance from the grave until it was their turn.

Steve waits until everyone else had their turn and walked away from the grave, towards the exit of the cemetery. Only then does he step forward.

“Hi Eddie.” He pauses, unsure what to say. This was all so stupid.

“I brought you something, too. It’s probably stupid, but so is this whole thing. Hell, what am I supposed to say? That I’ll miss you? That I wish you were here? That I wish I had told you how I felt about you sooner, wasted less time with figuring stuff out? Yeah, well. I won’t say that to an empty grave, sorry.” He takes a deep breath. Then, he reaches behind himself, to the back of his pants where he tucked something. He gets it out and holds it in his hands. “I thought you might find this funny. Or sweet. Or maybe not. Don’t know you well enough to tell, I guess.”

With that, he looks at the tiny stuffed dragon in his hands. He considers it for a long moment before tucking it back into his pants, the vest covering it up.

“I see ya, Munson.” He turns around and walks towards his car. Everyone else had already left; they knew he needed to do this alone.

He gets into the car and starts driving out of Hawkins. Leaves that godforsaken town in the rearview mirror. Vecna is still around, parts of the Upside Down have spilled into their world and the next battle was just ahead of them. In his not so proud moments, he just wants to floor it, to get the hell out of dodge and let other people deal with this shitshow.

Steve shuts those thoughts down for now. He just drives for almost an hour before a tall building appears around the next corner. He steers the car towards it, parks his Beemer and gets out. There’s no one at the reception when he enters but he doesn’t worry. There never is. The building looks abandoned. Steve knows it isn’t.

He knows his way by now, so he strides towards an unmarked door on the third floor with long steps. The eerie silence around him should be creepy, but somehow it comforts him. It feels like a bubble, protected from the burdens of the outside world. He reaches his destination and pauses in front of the door for a second. His hands reach for his hair, and he fluffs it, just a bit. Shakes his head at himself. Straightens his shirt and adjusts his pants. Then, he enters.

“Hey sweetheart, sorry I’m late. The – everything took a bit longer than expected. How’s one of America’s best kept secrets doing today?”

Big, brown eyes turn towards him, and a smile greets him.

“Hey there, big boy. Pleasure to see your pretty face. I dig the outfit.” Eddie still looks tired, his wounds a stark contrast against his too pale skin and the meds for his pain have him a bit woozy, but it’s getting better. For someone whose heart stopped more than once he looks exceptionally well, Steve thinks. “I’m okay-ish? I would feel better if we could let Wayne into that well-kept secret at least. How’s he taking it?”

Steve thinks about lying but decides against it. It wouldn’t help Eddie, who’d see right through him, but only himself. And he’s trying to be done with that.

“He’s taking it pretty hard. Hopper and Joyce take turns visiting him and keeping an eye out. I think it helps, to not be alone. And it won’t be forever, you know that.” They actually don’t know that. The government puppets keep a tight lid on what was about to happen next. Steve had other priorities so far to really push. He changes the subject, subtle like a ninja.

“I brought you something. A little pick-me-up to motivate you to get better as fast as possible.”

Either the meds are affecting Eddie more than he lets on or he decided to let Steve get away with his clumsy attempt at brightening the mood. Either way, Eddie’s smile broadens and his mood turns flirty. “The thought of getting out of here to have my wicked ways with you again is all the motivation I need, darling.” Steve blushes at the memory, but his grin is pleased.

“Well, then consider this another motivation.” And with that, he pulls out the little stuffed dragon and places it in Eddie’s hands. Eddie looks baffled for a moment before his face lights up so much, it’s blinding. Steve’s glad he didn’t throw it in the empty grave. “You like it?”

“Like it? I love it!” He presses a kiss to it before cuddling it to his chest. “I’ll name him Stevie and I’ll take him with me to bed every night.”

“You think he’ll share with me?”

“Only if you’re real nice to me.”

“Deal.”

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OMG it's finally done. My first steddie multi-chapter fic and my first steddie fic I ever wrote. Thank you so much @baronsamediswife for your unending support and awesome cheerleader skills. I would crash and burn without you. 😘

And thank you @legitcookie for spitballing ideas with me, cheering me on and beta-ing that final chapter. Writer Soulmates for sure! 💜💜💜

And last, but certainly not least thank you @thefreakandthehair for giving back to the fandom and organizing that winter fic challenge. It was exactly what I needed to find my way back to writing and it's been the best thing ever since 🙏😍

And @urmomification you wanted to be tagged :)) (which still blows my mind tbh)

#steddie #steddie fanfic #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #my writing

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merv606 · 1 year

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Soldier!Terry in Vietnam during the last legs of the war, humming Danny-boy to himself, thinking only of Daniel, the high school boy he left behind when he was drafted. The literal boy-next-door with the big brown eyes, and dark floppy hair, and rabbit teeth who earned some money running errands around their shared shabby apartment complex that last summer.

Daniel with the sweet smile, bratty temper, and affectionate personality who eventually admitted that he loved Terry, and stood on his tip-toes one night for the kiss that never happened, and left Terry’s apartment broken hearted, rejected.

Because Terry had just been drafted. Because he wasn’t sure he was going to make it back. Because he couldn’t bear to hurt Danny-boy like that. Because Terry couldn’t tell Daniel that he had fallen hard for him even before Daniel realized his own feelings—because Daniel wasn’t even of age, and Terry a good ten years older. Old enough to know better. Old enough to stay away.

But now the war is ending. American soldiers are leaving Vietnam, the final helicopters are departing. Terry hopes to return home to the States very soon, and return to Danny—to tell him that he made a mistake, that he was just waiting for him to grow up some. That he wants Daniel to be his in every way.

He only hopes that his boy will still want him, might still be waiting for him—though Terry hasn’t heard from him in over a year.

(Yeah, angsty but of course with a happy ending because im a soft loser) Bonus if Terry is Daniel’s first in allll ways so he can go feral <3

“Don’t tell me,” Terry lowly teases after they break apart, propping Daniel’s chin up with his fingers, “that I was your first kiss? That no one else has kissed this mouth,” he traces Daniel’s reddened mouth lightly, “before me?”

Daniel colors, but continues to look up at Terry, determined. Honest. “No. You’re the first.”

Terry’s breath catches at that. What? His fingers tighten on Daniel’s jaw. Could it be...

Daniel swallows, his voice dropping even as his color rises. “...There was a girl in my senior year, Jessica. We became real good friends. I kinda thought I liked her, thought we could go to Prom together, maybe go steady—but she had a boyfriend, and I had a soldier I couldn’t get outta my head. I hoped that you would...wanted you to...Terry?” His voice climbs up again, higher, a little louder. Frightened? No, Danny didn’t get frightened. Nervous? But—

“Is that okay?” Daniel asks, clearly worried that it wouldn’t be okay. That Terry wouldn’t be okay with being his first in every single way. That Terry would somehow have a problem that no one else had ever touched Daniel before him. Terry lets out a shaky laugh. Was the boy insane?

“More than okay,” Terry says in a moment, his voice slightly rougher. He pulls Daniel in tightly, so much so that the boy whimpers, his thin little body trapped in Terry’s arms.

To be the first one, the last one, the only one who will have Daniel; to know that no one ever will touch my boy but me Terry thinks heatedly to himself. And then he leans down to claim what’s always been his—and now always will be.

Gross sobbing in the distance - ugly crying.

LISTEN HERE NOW!!!!

I sat on this and sat on this and I wasn’t going to add anything - honestly felt like I’d ruin it if I did.

But, I also do so love super soft landings, so this is going to be sooooooo soft (and maybe I’m also using that sex scene in EF as inspiration)

I’m talking Charmin triple ply soft.

Of course - cause I’m a sucker for a man in uniform, and because there really needs to be more Terry in uniform and Daniel going feral for it - let’s say he goes over to Daniel’s right away, still in uniform.

Very long and so very NSFW

He goes over to Daniel’s right after the obligatory conversation with his father about how, now that he’s back, he will be back to working for the family business, where he will eventually take over as per the original plan; before Terry had refused to let his dad get him out of being drafted, before everything - a lifetime ago now. They’re both going to try their damned hardest to pretend the war didn’t happen.

“Was there anyone for you…” he starts, biting his lip, afraid to bring up Terry being over there, away from him, going through god knows what, “while you were over there.”

He doesn’t want to think about Terry being over there - away from him - going through things he could not even begin to imagine. He’s seen soldiers return, some physically fine, most not, but neither really whole.

There was one. A boy with dark skin, and big brown eyes and thick dark hair. Terry thought if he closed his eyes he could imagine, just for a moment, but there was no fooling his heart. It was the only time, and it only cemented what he felt for Daniel and how stupid he had been and how it made him determined to return home, to make it right. Daniel will never know though.

“I guess I was waiting too,” is how he answers.

Daniel goes up on his tip toes, sloppily licking into Terry’s mouth. He is unpractised but, clearly eager and willing.

He gathers the smaller boy in his arms, thin legs wrapping around his waist.

“You’re shaking,” Terry says softly, his lips moving softly against Daniel, their faces are so close.

“I don’t know why,” Daniel breathes back.

Terry’s hand cradles his face.

“You don’t need to be scared. I’m not going to hurt you. You must know that.”

“I know Terry. I do, I’m not scared.” He presses their foreheads together. “Well, not of you.”

“What of then?”

“What if I’m not worth the wait? What if I disappoint…..”

“Oh sweetheart,” Terry starts, effectively cutting him off. He can’t stand to hear anymore. “You could never disappoint me. Daniel, you kept me going. There were times when I …..” he stops, his voice caught in his throat as he swallows around the lump forming. “But knowing you were home, knowing that I may have a chance to make it right, a chance to …… I did everything to make sure I could come home, to you.”

Daniel crashes their lips together then.

Slowly, with a strong arm wrapped around a narrow back, his legs still griping tight, Terry bends over the bed, lowering them both down to it.

Daniel only breaks the kiss when his back feels the softness of the bed.

“So, if no one has touched you here…..” and he nips at those kiss swollen lips, as he brings a ham dip to grip the bottom of Daniel’s thigh, hoisting it up. “Then no one has touched you here,” his finger ghosts over the entrance to his body.

“No,” but he breaks off to cry out as Terry applies pressure tip of his fingers going to the soft centre, feeling his hole yield ever so slightly.

“You like it though,” he asks, as he withdraws his fingers to get them wet, coating them on his own saliva before returning them back to where Daniel so clearly wants them, if the squirming and the whimpers are any indication.

“I would use my own fingers,” he says, looking anywhere but at Terry. “I used to pretend it was you ….. and I had that picture of you in your uniform that you sent……”

Terry stills his fingers, forehead touching Daniel’s as he closes his eyes, breathing both slowly and steadily. The image of Daniel fingering himself while thinking if Terry, wishing it was Terry, has the older man calling on every ounce of control he has not to flip Daniel over and just push inside. He’ll give them both what they need, of that there is no doubt, but he promised he wouldn’t hurt Daniel, and he intends to keep that promise no matter what.

“Is…. Is that okay,” he asks, his inexperience showing as he mistakes Terry’s sudden stopping for displeasure at the admission when it’s the complete opposite.

“More than okay,” and his voice is rough and low, Daniel looking him straight in the eye now.

“Will ….. will you put yours inside me?” he asks. “Please. I need to know what it feels like. I want to know if it’s better than I imagined …..”

Terry curses under his breath. Who would have thought he’d make it through the war only to die like this.

“What did you use?” he asks. “To ease the way.”

Daniel reaches out in the direction of his worm down bed side table, old and clearly having seen better days. His arms can’t reach all the way though, and Terry is making no sign to let him up; he’s never going to let him go for anything.

Terry stretches out over him instead, and opens the drawer, the table rocking on it’s wobbly legs as he does so, hand feeling around until it hits a tin of something. Turns out to be a small ton of Vaseline and Terry quirks an eyebrow at the fact that it’s mostly empty.

Daniel’s face glows scarlet.

Terry divests Daniel of his clothes first, before sitting back slightly, making sure his weight isn’t pressing into the much smaller body, as he removes his own uniform jacket. Fingers clumsy with need, he wrenches his shirt open and he hears a few buttons go flying.

Daniel reaches up, running his hands over the older man’s defined chest and abs.

Skin to skin now, Terry’s body eclipses Daniel’s as he goes back to kissing him, before he focuses his attention on Daniel’s flat chest, tongue leaving over the two small brown nipples until they’re hard under his tongue as Daniel presses his chest insistently against his mouth.

He presses his crotch into the body trapped under him, letting Daniel feel his need, and feeling that Daniel’s own is just as hard.

Terry grips Daniel high up on his upper arm, pressing his thumb into the underside, as he pushes it up over Daniel’s head, hand slowly trailing up his arm until he reaches the delicate wrists, his hand encompasses it easily, as he pins him to the bed, rocking into Daniel, their cocks trapped between them.

Daniel bites Terry’s lip as he moans, pressing his head into the bed, arching up as much as he can under the larger body.

And that is just too tempting, Terry thinks as he licks up the cords of Daniel’s slender neck as he statins, biting and sucking large bruises into the unmarked olive skin.

Daniel blindly seeks out Terry’s lips, wanting more.

“Rolls over on your stomach for me.”

Daniel is a bit puzzled. He would always just plant a foot flat on the bed and finger himself like that.

Still, he does as he’s told, rolling to his stomach, trusting the older man completely.

Terry takes in the unbroken line of a narrow back, lips itching to trail down the knobs of his spin, tasting the warm smooth skin.

When he reaches the small of Daniel back, he uses his thumbs to spread his cheeks, breath ghosting the tiny hole hidden there.

A quick kiss to both cheeks and a small little questioning, “Terry?” before Terry licks over the prize.

Daniel screeches, hands clawing at the sheets as Terry repeats the action, eating him out until the hole is loose with spit and more pliable to his finger when he returns them back to their prize.

Daniel is whimpering, breath coming in short gaps, tiny mewls of pleasure.

When he’s had his fill, for now, he kisses back up his spine.

A finger, thick and long, coated in Vaseline, presses against his hole, flesh opening up beautifully, walls yielding to the questing digit as Terry pushes in to the first knuckle.

It doesn’t take long for Terry to find what he’s looking for - the little bundle of nerves that will make this all worth it for the smaller body.

Thin hips working back, his boy clearly greedy for it, so Terry teases a second finger against the loosened rim before pressing it in along side the first.

He works two in and out, in and out, slow and steady, hooking them as he drags them out, eventually withdrawing to play with the rim.

Two become three and Daniel bites the pillow as Terry abuses that spot ruthlessly, both their cocks leaking none stop.

“Taking it so well for me. Look so good, sweetheart.”

He can feel Terry smile against him.

“You’re almost ready for me.”

Nuzzling into his neck as his cock slips into the boys cheeks.

“Wait,” Daniel says and Terry stills.

He tries to turn over but Terry stops him with a hand on his hip.

“I want to see your face,” Daniel says quietly.

“It’ll be easier like this. For your first time,” he explains.

“I don’t care …. Terry please I need to see your face.”

A pillow is put under his hips, as Terry places a leg over his shoulder, pressing a quick kiss there.

He lines up, pressing the head inside and Daniel gasps as his feels his entrance stretch open much wider than it had for the three fingers.

“Relax sweetheart. You have to let me in.”

Daniel whimpers, he’s so big. It feels good but also like it’s too much. A tinge of pain amid relentless pressure, sparks of pleasure as his cock presses against his spot.

“I thought about this too. So much, Daniel. You feel so good.”

He feels the pressure ease up on his cock as he rubs a soothing circle on Daniel’s belly. He slides in a few more inches.

“That’s it, just like that.”

Inside all the way, Terry lowers himself, so there is no space between them - neither knowing where the other ends and the other beings. Daniel’s legs come up on either side of Terry.

“That’s it sweetheart. Just breath. Let me make you feel good. This is what you’ve been wanting, all those nights by yourself.”

Terry just rocks in, not even withdrawing and when he does, it’s only a few inches, searching for … Daniel cries out, body clenching down as Terry’s cock brushes over his spot.

Daniel moans, and Terry laces their fingers together as he pins Daniel’s wrist to the bed.

He smiles, now that he has it, he grinds in, in, in.

The sound of the bed creaking mixes with the soft sighs, moans and groans.

Tears leak out of Daniel’s eyes, and Terry’s hand comes up to bracket him in, as he buries his face into Daniel’s neck, lower half working.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Daniel lowly chants as blunt nails dig into a broad back.

Terry wraps a hand around his cock right as he fucks in, right where Daniel needs it, and he comes, those nails racking up his back as his body clamps down on the thick length inside him.

He no longer has the strength to keep his legs pressed to Terry’s side and his legs fall open wider now as Terry snaps his hips, chasing his own release now, and one two sharp thrust into the even tighter embrace of Daniel’s body and he comes, pushing is as deep as he can, to fill Daniel.

He whines as Terry slowly pulls out, and Terry shushes him.

Examining the small hole for damage, it’s red and swollen, to be expected, and he hisses slightly, clearly sore, when Terry presses a quick finger inside to check, to make sure, relieved when it comes back wet with only his cum.

He gets a warm cloth and cleans him up, smearing vaseline around his entrance.

He grabs an Advil and helps him sit up to swallow it down, bringing the cold glass of water to his lips.

Maybe later on they can exchange blowjobs. It’ll be a few days at least before he takes him again.

But they’re both satisfied for now, and he gathers Daniel into his arms, and covers them both in a blanket.

Everything he went through - they both did - was worth it for this.

It’s also the first time in years that the ghosts of war leave him be.

#ask #i got an ask 🤩#daniel larusso #cobra kai #terry silver #silverusso #the karate kid #silverrusso #karate kid #the karate kid 3 #Soldier Terry AU

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you and me? you and me for the wip ask game pls

ok ok so. this is started in the middle of 2021 and then abu dhabi threw me for a loop and i stopped for ages lol but i’ve been trying to tap tap away at it because it is nearly done ! it’s basically a retelling of 2021 from mainly lewis’s pov that went into kind of a character study moment lewis centric lmao. v much lewis interacting with everyone around him throughout that year with some valewis and pining and not speaking but trying v v hard to stay as close as possible with each other bc they know they’ll be going in spectate ways at the end of the year on the side.

(i also started a sequel for 2022 that’s mostly from valtteri’s pov and they’re both over 20k. sob. bc i have no self control and act on every impulse when it comes to writing.)

“You’re not that terrible of a teammate, Lewis. I’ve had worse.”

“So have I,” Lewis laughs, hands curled around the cold metal. Jenson’s eyes are very blue in the shifting light. They look at each other for a moment. Lewis didn’t sleep much last night and the race today was long and hard. He blinks away his tiredness. He is starting to feel hungry.

“Fernando?” Jenson is smiling because the sun is out and the world is still spinning and Jenson is always smiling.

“Fernando.”

Lewis starts laughing again halfway through the name and Jenson cackles even harder, leaning against him with the force of it, arm bent at the elbow, resting against Lewis’s shoulder and neck. One mississippi, two mississippi. If he turned his face to the left more he’d be able to feel the blond hairs on Jenson’s forearms against his cheek.

“Okay, okay, okay.” Jenson slows down as he speaks, grin still clinging to the edges of his mouth. He doesn’t stare at Lewis, his gaze isn’t deliberately heavy, but he catches Lewis’s eyes all the same and looks at him for a minute. Eleven mississippi, twelve mississippi.

“You’re an shit loser and an alright winner and a better person than you are driver and an ever better friend.”

Lewis doesn’t break eye contact with Jenson because anything less would be a confession, a loss, and as Jenson said, Lewis has always been bad at losing. Someday, he will learn to give up, to give in, but today is not that day.

Fourteen mississippi, fifteen mississippi.

“You’re only saying this because you want to win the bet.”

Jenson laughs, shoving at Lewis. Seventeen mississippi, done. Lewis lets himself move with it, body loose. Jenson’s eyes spark with heat and he swallows, “I know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, yeah?” Lewis tilts his head, smile slow, and Jenson pushes at him again.

“Don’t even fucking try. I’m never doing that again.” The smile still on Jenson’s face is tucked into his words, even as his eyelids grow heavy.

Lewis flicks his eyes down to Jenson’s mouth for a moment, letting his lashes flutter. “No? That bad, huh?” He keeps his voice low, feeling it in his chest. Jenson had always liked that.

Jenson scoffs. He raises his arm halfway up to his neck before putting it back in his lap, an aborted movement to run his hands through his hair. Lewis bites at the inside of his cheek.

Jenson had always liked flirting, especially if it was harmless as this is, but he preferred being the one to fluster. He never much liked being on the backfoot, racing to catch up. Nice to know that hasn’t changed either.

Jenson had gotten too much enjoyment out of fucking with Lewis when they were teammates, whispering in his ear during briefings, mouth brushing against Lewis’s neck, hands lingering around his waist on the driver parades. Lewis has never asked who he delighted in getting a rise out of more when he did those things; Lewis or Nico. It was probably Nico, to be honest. Lewis isn’t always calm and collected, and less so back then, but even at his worst, he’s no Nico.

It took Lewis a minute to catch up, a stark difference from his teammate the year before, and he did, eventually, but still, he enjoys turning the tables on Jenson.

“Oh, okay. That good, then?”

Lewis laughs as Jenson finally shoves him hard enough that Lewis falls off the railing.

“Not even you, Lewis,” Lewis looks at him from where he’s sprawled on the ground. Jenson is backlit by the sun, face thrown into shadow. Even from here Lewis can tell he needs a haircut, it’s getting too long around his ears. “Are worth the shit I get from Nico whenever we used to mess around. It’s funny for the first while and then it just gets annoying.”

Lewis rolls his eyes, tilting his head back until all he can see is sky sky sky. There’s a cloud floating off to their right that looks vaguely like an elephant if Lewis squints. “You could try not to poke at him, Jense. That might help.”

Jenson swings out a leg, kicking him in the foot. “And then what would I do all day?”

“I don’t know, man. Your job?”

Jenson laughs, “Sounds boring.”

Lewis should get up, the ground is cold and there are definitely people he should be talking to; media, mechanics, Toto, whatever. He stays where he is, hands growing numb on the concrete, looking at birds high up in the sky, Jenson kicking his feet every now and then.

The sun is pretty much gone by the time Jenson hops off the railing, a thin orange sliver glowing over the tops of the motorhomes nearby. Lando, George and Alex had passed by earlier, waving hello, smiles a little shyer than usual, soft with confusion at the sight of Lewis on the ground pointing out cool looking clouds to Jenson.

Jenson had chatted to them for a minute, all grins and teeth and hands, before they left. No one else had stopped as they sat there but Lewis is sure there’ll be photos going around later, headlines of BUTTON CHOOSING A SIDE? and HAMILTON LOOKING FOR NEW JOB?

“C’mon, kiddo, up and at ‘em.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Jenson ignores him as he normally does, chattering away about nothing at all as they walk their way to the Mercedes garage. They don’t talk about Lewis or Valtteri or Max or how many races are left or the championship at all.

Lewis is still tired when he sits down in one of the offices upstairs, computers open around him, headphones handed to him, Bono saying something before he’s even sat down, but he feels lighter, easier to breathe. He grins at one of the mechanics as they walk past, clapping him on the shoulder, and focuses on what Bono is pointing at on the screen in front of them.

#this is the one where akira is writing a pair fic for it but from sebchal’s pov #you and me? you and me #wip ask game #valewis #niamh.asks

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vintage-bentley · 9 months

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i am really happy ofmd wont be dropping all at once i just relised how beneficial breaks are to the viewing And fandom experience

Most of the shows i watched like got and breaking bad i watched years after they came out so binging it is and it was ok but i never got the hype that people who followed it for years did

and good omens i waited 2 years and consumed a brain rotting diet of fan content as well so when i watched s2 i was no hyperbole sobbing on the floor last 20 mins but i didnt really fully appreciate all the previous episodes before 2-3 rewatches

but i feel like ofmd is capable of producing simmilar brainworms and seeing ed and stede reconcile a week after initially starting the season would punch everyone out so thats much better than just binging it in 1-2 days methinks fuck amazon

I have mixed feelings about it, but I see where you’re coming from!

While I enjoyed watching GO S2 in two days, and it was nice to not have to wait…it was over so fast. 2 years of not thinking a season 2 was happening but remaining hopeful, 2 years of anxiously waiting for the announced season 2, 1 month of that two years cursed with EVERY, and it built up to 2 days of excitement then being hit with heartbreak on the second day.

And it forces viewers to have to make a tough choice: watch it at their on leisure and miss out on the fandom buzz (which imo is part of the fun), or enjoy the fandom buzz but not get to make the newness and excitement last. Then the people who pick the first option are at risk of spoilers any time they open social media. (My favourite part about my social media experience during the S2 hype was me blocking all possible spoiler tags thinking I’d span watching it over a week…and then having tumblr block my own post that ended up on my dashboard because I didn’t live up to that expectation lol)

So it’ll be really nice to have that missed buildup for OFMD S2! I’m interested to compare the two viewing experiences and see which one I end up liking more.

#asks #anon

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xxcookiecrumbsxx · 1 year

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Another drabble. V similar to the last one sorry. They talk about their future together.

Full below

one semester after end of season one

“Enid,” Wednesday greeted.

Enid looked up, sniffling. “Hi.”

Wednesday immediately approached her bed. “Why are you crying?” Her tone sounded neutral to untrained ears but Enid could hear the hint of compassion.

“It’s stupid.”

Wednesday sat next to her. “Maybe I’ll think it’s stupid, yes, but that’s never stopped you before.”

Enid sighed.

Wednesday spoke again, softer, and laid a hand on Enid’s arm gently. “Even if I think it’s stupid, you obviously care. And I care if you care.”

Enid finally looked up, red rimmed eyes meeting seemingly cold ones.

“I just, are, um, are you going to break up with me when we graduate?”

Wednesday looked slightly taken aback. “We still have more than a year left.”

Enid picked at a loose thread on her comforter. “Do you not think we’ll even be together that long?” she asked, her voice quiet and somehow both sad and nervous with a forced neutrality.

Wednesday’s hand immediately landed on top of hers. “I just thought we had more time to discuss this, I didn’t know it would already be on your mind. I don’t intend to break up with you at graduation. I had hoped we could find a university we would both be happy with and continue to be roommates. Unless that does not sound acceptable to you.”

Enid wiped her tears, obviously calmer now. “Yes, yes that sounds good.”

Wednesday picked up Enid’s hand and brought it to her lips for a kiss, then continued to hold it in both of hers. Enid blushed, finally meeting Wednesday’s now intense gaze.

“Enid, I intend to be with you for the rest of my life. An Addams does nothing halfway, absolutely the least of which romantic affection. I am yours infinitely unless you someday decide you no longer wish to have me.”

More tears sprang to Enid’s eyes and Wednesday’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Why are you crying more?”

Enid laughed. “Because that was so romantic, silly. It made me emotional. In a good way.”

Wednesday nodded slowly, pressing another kiss to her hand. “I’m still getting aquatinted with the idea of being emotional in a good way.” She reached out to wipe the tears off Enid’s face. “Do you feel better?”

Enid nodded and squeezed Wednesday’s hand in hers. “Yes.” She scooted closer to Wednesday. “Permission to kiss you?”

“Granted,” Wednesday said immediately, making Enid grin. She kissed Wednesday softly, barely a brush of their lips.

Wednesday blushed as she said, “permission granted to kiss more than that, if desired.”

Enid laughed, leaning in to kiss Wednesday with more force and bringing her hand up to her cheek.

one semester before graduation

Wednesday had never seen Enid look so small as when she hung up on her still yelling mother.

Wednesday had never been good at comforting people. There hadn’t been many attempts, if she was being honest. There hadn’t been many people she’d wanted to comfort in her life, not before Enid. Now she regretted her inability as the girl she loved most in the whole world barely restrained her sobs.

“Enid-“

Enid interrupted her with a voice both harsh and watery. “Don’t. I-I don’t want to talk about it right now.” She paused before adding in a whisper. “I just need a minute.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

Enid shook her head vigorously, the tears starting to fall down her cheeks now in heavy streams. She sniffled. “No,” she said as firmly as she could before turning to a vulnerable whisper once again. “Can you come here?”

Wednesday couldn’t say no to the desperation in her voice if she tried. She was immediately on her feet and at Enid’s bedside. She’d never felt so much compassion and sympathy for another person in her life. It felt like someone stabbed her in the chest, not in a pleasant way, seeing Enid so deeply upset, especially having watched it all play out.

“Can you hold me, please?” she asked, voice incredibly broken.

Wednesday propped her head up against Enid’s pillow, otherwise laying, and Enid laid between her legs and on top of her, head to her chest. Wednesday’s arms wrapped around her tightly.

Enid finally let the dam break in the comfort of her embrace, loud sobs ringing out against her neck.

Enid had called to tell her parents about their relationship. Wednesday had gathered their lack of compassion when Enid failed to wolf out on their timeline, but she still wasn’t prepared for the amount of bigotry and hatred she heard spewed on the phone just now at hearing that their daughter was queer.

She squeezed Enid tighter, occasionally pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

She hadn’t had high hopes for their response, and neither had Enid. But despite both being surprised by the level of their disapproval, Enid had tried to prepare for the worst. She waited until she was 18 to tell them, until she was already set to graduate Nevermore with Wednesday. While she didn’t exactly have a plan for this worst case scenario, she wasn’t quite as stuck under them.

It took nearly half an hour for her crying to subside, but eventually it did. Wednesday continued holding her tightly in silence, one hand drawing comforting patterns lightly on her back.

“Wednesday?” she finally whispered, her voice cracked from her crying.

“Yes, my love?”

Enid moved to lay next to her so they could face each other. If Wednesday’s heart wasn’t breaking for this beautiful girl before, it shattered the moment she saw the depth of the sadness and fear in her ocean eyes.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Wednesday lightly laid a hand on her cheek, stroking her still damp tear streaks.

“I’ve already expressed my intention to be with you forever. My family has already accepted you, fully, as one of their own.” She pressed a firm kiss to her forehead. “We’re going to take care of you, Enid. I don’t want you to worry even a little.”

Enid nodded and sniffled, more tears filling her eyes.

“You’re an Addams now. You have been for a while.”

End nodded again. After a few minutes of silent contemplation Enid spoke again.

“I can get a job, when we get settled in Boston.”

Wednesday shook her head, finding Enid’s hands to hold them both in hers. “You will do no such thing. I’m not exaggerating, Enid. We are going to take care of you. I’ve already discussed it with my family, I apologize for keeping it from you. Your tuition to Emerson will be paid in full, as will our shared living expenses.”

Enid’s eyes widened. “Wednesday-“

She squeezed Enid’s hands to stop her. “Enid, you saved my life. Don’t get any ideas, but even if you break my heart my family intends to care for you. Don’t make me list all of the threats attached to your refusal.”

Enid finally broke a small grin. “Okay, okay. I accept the overwhelming generosity.”

Wednesday gave a curt nod. “Good. My only other idea to convince you was proposing a bit earlier than I’d planned.”

Enid raised a brow. “A bit? Are you planning to propose soon?”

Wednesday was silent for a long moment, one hand running through Enid’s hair.

“I’ve said too much.”

(A/N: Wednesday was willing to go to whatever university Enid wanted, at least for undergrad. When Enid decided she wanted to study journalism she picked Emerson because that’s where her favorite journalist, Nancy Wheeler, went to school)

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So this is it? Sebastian Stan x actress reader

Chapter 3- arcade

You’ve got a part in the new captain America film, during filming the directors have asked the lead actors to live together to build chemistry. What you didn’t expect was to find yourself in a relationship with Sebastian Stan, you thought everything was going well till one date night Sebastian breaks up with you.

A/N: I have so much inspiration for this fic hence why I’m writing like crazy. Also sorry for making Sebastian a little bit of dick but it’ll all make sense in the end. Apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I have dyslexia.

Warnings: panic attacks

I’ve spent all of the love I saved, we were always a loosing game. Small town boy in a big arcade, I got addicted to a losing game

Your head felt heavy, it was almost impossible to lift it from the pillow. The hangover raged heavily in your head. Note to self red wine brings you the worst hangovers. You smiled and rolled over, snuggling into Seb’s warm embrace, but you felt cold empty sheets next to you. Your bed felt empty, tears formed in your eyes, your sober mind realised that Sebastian was no longer yours. Your 1 1/2 year relationship was over in a bat of an eye. You looked down feeling his hoodie on your skin, it burnt like acid on your skin. the happy memories of the fabric felt like poison roaring through your veins. You ripped the hoodie off you. It fell to the floor by the doorway. Choking on your sobs you sunk back into your sheets hoping that this was all a bad dream and you’ll wake up back in his bed.

Jamie sat in the kitchen drinking his 3rd cup of coffee this morning to aid his own hangover, but it was worth it if it meant that you were okay. But it was 12pm and he knew that you weren’t making it out of your bed today. “Wanna calm down on the coffee dude?” Laughed Mackie. “I’m okay just didn’t get a good sleep last night” “Well tell Y/N when you see her, I was sad not to see her on our run this morning. She honestly thought she could outrun me” he laughed, picking up his protein shake walking towards the communal gym. Shock flooded Jamie’s face, his eyes narrowed in anger. That fucking coward didn’t have the heart to tell his best friend that he broke up with his girlfriend.

Jamie walked over to the toaster and made you some toast with butter and a glass of water. Not too much food but enough to aid your hangover.

Picking up the plate and glass he passed a red eyed Sebastian, his face was puffy and the dark bags underneath his eyes were obvious to everyone around him. They both made eye contact, he sheepishly looked away when Jamie narrowed his eyes at him. Jamie walked off towards the staircase and up to your room.

You heard a knock at the doorway. You stared blankly at the door tears burning at your eyes. You felt numb all emotions blocked from reality, the only thing that was making you feel anything was the raging headache pounding in your skull. Was this better or worse than feeling your heart breaking, feeling each shard poking in your chest filling it with blood, clogging your lungs so you could no longer breathe ? You ignored your best friend, rather drowning in your own self pity.

“Y/N” he choked was it frustration or sadness rising in his throat? “Please open the door. I know honey it hurts but you need to eat or drink something” he called out to you. You still said nothing silently crying, the salty tears fell down your cheeks feeling like fire. You wanted to feel nothing, you felt like you deserved the worst, the man you subconsciously planned a future with ripped your heart apart. Was it because you weren’t enough? or not perfect enough for him?. You wanted to swallow in your own self pity.

“Honey I’m going to leave this glass of water and toast by your door. You get it when you need it, but promise me honey you’ll at least eat something today? He’s not worth ruining yourself for” he sighed against your doorway.

Hearing his footsteps become more and more quiet broke your heart more. Surely you wanted to be left alone but from last night you didn’t know if someone walking away from you meant that they were walking out of your life forever .

“ iepuraș, what’s wrong?” He cooed seeing you curled up in a ball at the edge of the sofa. “I started walking towards the door to go for a run, then my heart started palpitating, I felt dizzy and I couldn’t stop shaking” you started to disconnect from reality as the tidal waves of anxiety took over. Tears spilled out of your eyes. He held you in his arms, gently rocking you back an fourth, it felt soothing, you leant your head onto his shoulder leaning into his warm embrace. “iepuraș, I know it sounds scary and feels real but you’re having a panic attack. I’m here with you, you’re safe here” he wiped away the tears falling from your eyes. “ do you want a distraction?” You slowly nodded wanting a distraction from this hell you were feeling, your brain convincing you that you were going to die in his arms. “Okay, first tell me 5 things you can see…”

Your heart racing feeling like it was out of control, your palms sweating and your vision blurred. You convinced yourself you wear going to die as it felt impossible to breathe. How you wish you had Sebastian to help to ground you, but now you were on your own, convinced that this is the last few seconds you had left.

Jamie walked down to the dining table. It was an anonymous decision that you all agreed on. That you all were going to take a night of the week to cook for each other, apart from Fridays where you all agree to order take out. Tonight was Wednesday so it was Mackie’s turn to cook.

The smell was inviting, miso baked cod served with tender stem broccoli and buckwheat noodles. “God Mackie you out did yourself tonight” “Thanks Jamie, I saw this recipe online and I thought it was easy enough” “My type of cooking” They both laughed, Sebastian walked in looking somehow worse than he did this morning. His skin pale almost grey. “Damn Sebastian, you look like shit” Mackie cackled pushing a plate in Sebastian’s direction. “Where’s Y/N?” His eyebrows furrowed, you never miss dinner especially Mackie’s cooking.. “I thought she was permanently attached to your side Sebastian?” He joked picking up a mouthful of food on his fork. Sebastian sheepishly laughed. Jamie felt his anger crystallising into his stomach concealing his hunger, he felt the red mist clouding his vision. “Hmm? I wonder why Y/N isn’t here tonight Seb?” Sebastian gulped, nervously pushing his food around his plate avoiding all eye contact. “Ohh that’s right!” Jamie spat, “you broke up with her out of the blue, you used her for sex for a fucking week, too much of a coward to speak to her like a fucking man. She hasn’t left her room all day, she hasn’t ate anything Seb! So heartbroken, all for a man who never loved her in the first place!” His words was acid attacking Sebastian’s skin, burning down to his heart. Anthony furrowed his eyes in confusion, he started nervously laughing wishing this was some form of sick joke, Sebastian always told him everything . “Seb, is he joking?” “I have to go” Sebastian stuttered tears forming again at his eyes, he quickly walked up the stairs. “That’s right walk away like the coward you truly are” Jamie growled in fury, slamming his fists on to the marble countertop.

A/N: well that concludes chapter 3, I hope that you enjoy reading this. All the likes and reblogs me a lot to me as I love to see that you’re enjoying this fic. Again where can I get a Jamie? He’s the definition of a supportive friend.

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When feelings are heavy they become all we are.

This will get really personal now and is absolutely non-sims-related! It’s just something I need to write down somewhere... maybe it’ll help me to let go.

A couple of weeks ago, I lost my baby in the tenth week of pregnancy. It was my second miscarriage. I’ve gone through multiple rounds of IUI/IVF/ICSI to get to that point because a mother is the only thing I really want to be in life, and honestly if I can’t achieve that, I don’t want this life.

It was a missed abortion. Maybe the cruelest way of pregnancy loss because you don’t know that the baby you’re carrying inside of you, the baby you want more than anything in the world and that you love and adore with all your heart, is actually dead already... until you go to an ultrasound appointment and have the doctor say the most dreaded words there are for someone pregnant: “I’m sorry. I can’t find a heartbeat anymore.”

The whole world stood still at that moment. What followed were some very ugly weeks. It wasn’t just the most horrible thing I’ve ever experienced mentally but also physically. I’ll spare you the details. But I really did not know how to move forward. My baby died inside of me (and I didn’t even notice), and I feel like a part of me died too.

There were too many what-ifs. There still are. What if I never get pregnant again? What if I do and lose the next baby too? Can I survive it another time? I wasn‘t even sure I’d survive it this time for a while.

I was signed off work for some weeks. I actually only went back yesterday for the first time. I tried to get my will to live back. I tried to find some hope again. It was hard. Very hard. So mostly, I just tried to escape reality and push the sadness and sorrow away. And hey, that’s why I’m back here and posting again! Sims is a very effective way to escape reality. So is reading... and music.

Music is my second favorite thing in the world (my dog comes first :D). I feel very strongly and passionately about anything music-related. My favorite artist is Aurora... by far! I can’t even put into words how I feel about her and her music. Her music helped me through a lot. I listen to her on my best days and my worst days and all the days in between. Not a day had passed since I discovered her a couple of years ago that I haven’t listened to at least one Aurora song. I watched all the Interviews you can find anywhere, know every song lyric by heart, saw every performance that’s documented online - but I’ve never managed to see her perform live and in person.

It’s the second biggest lifetime wish I have. The first one, obviously, is becoming a mother. It’s probably not normal how strongly I feel about Aurora, but it’s as if everything she says and every word she sings goes through my ear and straight into my soul.

Last year, Aurora finally announced another tour after the covid break. I managed to get tickets for her only show in Germany. You can probably imagine how much I’ve looked forward to this day. But then the miscarriage happened, and I felt so horrible that I didn’t want to go anymore.

Fortunately, in the end, I still decided to go, and I finally saw her last night. I saw Aurora live. She was only a couple of meters away from me. It was insane! I’m still so mind-blown and can’t believe it really happened! It was better than anything I could have imagined. When she entered the stage, I started to sob, and I couldn’t freaking stop! It should have been embarrassing in a crowd of thousands of strangers, but it wasn’t because I wasn’t the only one. She entered the stage, and before she even began to sing, she started to heal us with her sole presence. I might be biased, but I don’t think any other artist has that power!

Ninety minutes passed like seconds, and I forgot everything around me. I hadn’t felt anything even close to happiness for weeks, but right then and there, all I felt was pure bliss. The whole audience was in an ecstasy of love. We screamed. We sang. We danced. It’s indescribable.

I finally feel alive again! In not even two hours, Aurora managed something no doctor, no friend, no family member, not even my therapist and especially not I were able to achieve in weeks. She filled me with new energy, and I’m so, so grateful to be alive again! It’s such a blessing to be alive at the same time as Aurora!

I know that it was “just” a concert and that Aurora is “just” a human. But she’s so much more to me, and last night meant so much more to me. It was so cathartic just to cry, scream, dance, and laugh. I’m still so scared of the future, but I feel strong enough again to take on whatever life throws at me next. I feel reborn.

And that, my friends, is the power of music! You can say whatever you want; after that experience last night, nothing and no one can convince me that there’s anything more powerful than music. I hope that every one of you has an Aurora in their life too or that you will soon find someone who touches you the way Aurora touches me.

And now, let me end this with another beautiful Aurora song lyric:

Don't forget who you are even though you are hurt You are caught in a wire and soon it will burst

You can cry Drinking your eyes Do you miss the sadness when it's gone? And you let the river run wild [...]

Don't forget who you are even though you're in need Like a bird in the night, your emotions deserve to be freed [...]

You can cry Drinking your eyes I don't miss the sadness when it's gone And the feeling of it makes me smile As I let the river run wild

#personal #non sims #Aurora #Aurora Aksnes

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skylarmoon71 · 2 years

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Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) Chapter 15

“Finally awake.”

You open your eyes, or try to, all you see is darkness. You’re seated, and when you pull at your hands, they won’t budge. He had you completely subdued.

“I didn’t think you would be the one to find me. What are the odds that you turned out to be the cop?”

Jason laughs, and you turn your head. With your blindfold it was hard to figure out where he was standing. Your head was still throbbing from the hit. You couldn’t even get your mind to focus enough to get a peak of his thoughts to throw him off, much less free yourself. You could feel the blood trickling down your neck from the blow.

“Jason please, you have to know this won’t end well. I work with the FBI. My boss has already realized that I’m gone. They’ll be coming after you."

“Don’t you worry about that. Besides, those assholes got what they deserved. I was serving justice. Instead of working against me you should be helping. You used to stand up for us. What the hell happened to you!”

The punch to your gut makes you heave, bending in the chair. Jason snickers.

“You got pretty pathetic. Still beautiful though.” His finger skimmed over your hair, and you frowned, trying to catch your breath.

“He..he was your friend.” You force out.

“Like hell he was. I stuck around him because I was trying to find a reason why I shouldn’t kill him. You really think Allen was the first one."

“You’re worse than him. At least he wasn’t a murderer."

“Bitch!!”

You expect another punch, but it doesn’t connect. You freeze, and that’s when you hear footsteps.

“The hell..”

Jason sounds confused, and you hear something break above your head. The glass shatters, and there’s more shuffling.

“You never listen.”

You swallow at the new voice.

“D-Dad.”

He laughs at that.

“Oh, now you know that I’m your father." Jason is standing at the door with his gun raised.

“Who the hell are you, how did you get in here!!”

Manchester turns from the male uninterested.

“I’ve been sending you signals all day. Are you really that stubborn, or are your abilities just that underdeveloped."

“Those pulses…that was you?”

“Of course it was. I knew this jackass had come back. I should have killed him the last time.” Jason fired the gun in anger, and you jolted. You don’t hear the bullet collide, just something hitting the floor. With the blindfolds still on, all you can rely on is your hearing.

“W-What are you..”

There’s a tremble in Jason’s voice now.

“I should be asking you that. All those years ago when you hurt those kids, I thought I’d give you a chance to repent. I was trying to be a better person. But here you are again, ten years later. People like you don’t change. That’s what I keep telling my daughter. But she has this false sense of justice engraved by the very government that wouldn’t think twice of disposing of her if they ever figured out what she’s capable of.”

Your lips quiver.

“D-Dad please don’t…don’t do this..”

“You're still asking me to spare him, he was going to kill you and your team. Are you that naive!”

You jump at his yell, sobbing.

Something else hits the floor, it sounds like a gun.

“I want you to beg, beg me to spare you. Like you made those kids beg.”

You fight against your hold, even though you know it’s futile.

“You really think I’m scared of some party tri-” Something slams into the wall, and you tremble.

“S-STOP!! DON’T HURT HIM!!”

“BEG!!!”

“FUCK YOU OLD MAN!!”

There’s a sickening rip that rings in your ears, and you feel something wet splatter on your face. Your entire body goes still, and another heavy thud echoes.

“Jason…” It’s a whisper.

“He’s gone. One less monster in the world. “

Your body is shaking and you scream.

How could you have been so careless?

“FBI!!!”

Your yells of pain continue as the room is breached. Someone rushes over, and when they remove the blindfold, you’re still screaming. You begin to thrash about.

“(Y/N) it’s me! It’s me!”

Whoever it is begins to remove your restraints, and you finally gather your vision.

“H…otch..” It’s said with so much uncertainty

“I’m here, I’ve got you.”

He pulls you out of the chair once you’re free, and you jump right into his arms. He holds on tight as the officers survey the room. Your trembling eyes look down at Jason’s body that his been mutilated, the same way he’d done with all his victims. The sight just makes you clench unto Hotch tighter.

“I’m right here.”

All you try to do is focus on Hotch’s voice.

#aaron x reader #loss #family #emily prentiss #bau #hotch x reader #spencer reid #quantico #Penelope Garcia #hurt #power #crime #derek morgan #unsubs #david rossi #JJ #Criminal Minds #law #love

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