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laedback-taurus · 1 year

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Pretty Eyes

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warning: None A/n: Well, it’s been a hot minute, but I really just had an urge to write again. Sorry if this sucks, it's my first piece since trying to get over my writer's block but I feel pretty good about it.

All it took was a drunken compliment for Tommy Shelby to change his mind about his opinion on love and all it took was the help of one fortune teller to realise he couldn’t never lose that love.

Tommy believed he was man that couldn’t be loved, he believed that he didn’t deserve someone that would cherish him, but you made it your mission to change his mind. You had met Tommy not long after he returned from the war, you applied for the position of his secretary, and he couldn’t refuse once he saw your skills with a typewriter. You of course immediately thought he was a very attractive man, it was undeniable, but you’d be a fool not to notice his cold exterior. After months of working for Tommy, you had tried to get closer to Tommy, the furthest you had got was he now accepted you calling him ‘Tommy’ instead of ‘Mr Shelby’, but it was extremely hard to break through the walls he had put up. It wasn’t until one night after work at the Garrison that you finally broke down a wall.

“Tommy!” You heard Arthur call out to his brother as he entered the bar, you were sat next to John in the private while Arthur had gone out to get the table more drink, stated that he wanted to stretch his legs. You had already had a few and were a bit tipsy so it wasn’t surprising that you got up at the sound of his name. You made your way over to the bar where Tommy and Arthur were ordering drinks.

“Let me buy you a drink boss” You offered as you stood in the middle of them, Tommy took in your slightly of balance form and smiled slightly.

“You know I own the place y/n, if anything I should get you a drink, but I don’t think it's wise”.

“Don’t ruin her fun Tom” Arthur slurred from the other side of you.

“No Arthur, Tommy’s right” you started, placing a hand on Arthur’s shoulder to steady yourself “I should get home, we have to work tomorrow after all. Tommy watched as you gave Arthur a soft pat on the shoulder before attempting to walked back to the private both to collect your coat and bag. Tommy sighed before throwing back the rest of his drink and putting his coat back on.

“Night Arthur” was all he said before he made his way over to you, he grabbed your coat and draped it over your shoulders. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks at the gesture, but you knew he wouldn’t notice as your cheeks were already flushed from the alcohol you had consumed previously. You waved goodbye to everyone before leaving the bar with Tommy’s hand firmly secured on your lower back.

The walk back to your flat felt painfully slow but you had also never felt safer than you did with Tommy next to you, you would often catch him watching the shadows and alleyways. Before long you reached your flat, you fumbled through you bag to try and find your keys, but they were nowhere to be found. You let out a groaned as you gave up.

“I can't find my keys” Out of frustration your eyes started to well up, you had finally gotten Tommy back to your flat, but you couldn’t find your damn keys. You heard Tommy let out a soft chuckle and before you could turn around and cuss him out for laughing at you, he reached around you and into your bag, pulling out your keys.

“Oh…” You stared at them for a moment before grabbing them “Found them!” You cheered, earning another chuckle from Tommy, he was finding this whole display quite amusing. You finally got the key in the lock and opened the door, throwing your coat on the ground as soon as you entered.

“Where’s your room?” Tommy asked casually, this took you by surprise.

“Being very forward aren’t we Tommy?” You turned to face him, maybe a bit too quicky causing you to become quite dizzy. Tommy smiled and leaned down so his face was only inches from yours, you very quickly forgot how to breathe.

“So I can put you to bed” he explained, bringing you back to your senses.

“Oh right, of course” You quickly turned back around again, making you dizzy once again, this time you stumbled slightly but Tommy quickly caught you, holding you by your shoulders. “Down the hall to the left”

Tommy guided you down the hall and into your bedroom, the first thing he noticed was hour empty it was, it only held and bed and a dresser with a chipped mirror sitting atop it. He knew you didn’t live in luxury, neither did he but he expected more maybe more photos or perhaps more plants, he wasn’t sure. He guided you to your bed and helped you sit down on the edge.

“Where to you keep your night dresses?” He asked, you pointed to your dresser, and he made his way over there.

“Top draw” You quietly called out, now starting to realise the extent of you situation. Tommy grabbed a garment from the top draw and brought it over to you, you took it from him and looked up to see he had turned his back. You got up slowly and started to undress, highly aware of the gorgeous man starting only a few steps away from you. You pulled on your nightwear and looked over at Tommy.

“You can look now” He turned and found you trying to pull the covers of you bed down to get in, but you were struggling. He came over and pulled them up for you, allowing you to slip in underneath them, once you were in, he pulled them back up and pretty much tucked you in, you watched him with hooded eyes the whole time.

“You have very pretty eyes” You whispered before your eyes fluttered shut, before you were fully asleep, you felt a slight pressure on your forehead, making you scrunch your face up slightly in response. Tommy smiled seeing your reacted to the kiss he placed on your forehead, he stood there of a moment processing what you had just said to him. He watched as you drifted off to sleep, peaceful and oblivious to the way you just made him feel. He hadn’t been complimented on his eyes for a long time, the only and last person to compliment them was his mother. She always loved his eyes and as a boy he hated it, no young boy wants to be called pretty and he would always complain when she brought them up but after he lost her, he found himself longing to hear her say it. but instead, it was you, a persistent woman who he knew had been trying to find a way into his life, he swore he wouldn’t let you; he didn’t want the world he lived in to ruin you, but maybe he needed you to fit it, maybe he needed you to fix him.

That night was six years ago, five years ago Tommy asked you to be his wife and not long after you were married, you fell pregnant with your first child Charlie, then nearly two years ago you fell pregnant with your second child, your daughter Anna. You never knew the moment Tommy Shelby fell in love with you, you had asked a few times but he usually just shrugged it off, you had always wondered why, it wasn’t until your wedding night that he told you it was when you called his eyes pretty, you were baffled because you didn’t remember telling him that but then he told you the story and you had never felt more shame but you also never knew the impact those five small words had on Tommy. One night while the two of were getting ready for bed he suddenly spoke.

“Do you know the moment I realised I couldn’t live without you?” The question took you by surprise.

“When I told you your eyes were pretty?” You asked, looking at him in the mirror as you brushed your hair.

“No, that’s when I realised I loved you, I’m talking about when I realised my world revolved around you and I vowed to myself to never lose you” He explained as he came up behind you, nuzzling his head into your neck, his wet hair from his bath brushing your cheek.

“No?” you didn’t quite know what to say. He lifted his head from you neck, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

“I went to see a fortune teller” he said simply.

“You did what?” you spun around it your seat to face him, he smiled and grabbed your face in his hands, looking down at you.

“A friend of Polly’s, it was not long after Anna was born, some lowlife gangster had threatened your life and I was having second thoughts on if I was doing the right thing, putting you in danger by loving you and I just needed any kind of advice, I don’t know why I went to her, but I did” He explained.

“What did she say?” you asked, still looking up at him.

“If I told you that your life was supposed to turn out differently, to change, would you want it to?”

In that moment Tommy saw you, lying in his arms, looking at him with that look of adoration that you only reserve for him, then he thinks of his children, the ones you blessed him with, the way his son smiles at him, how he sees his father as a normal man and not a monster and his precious daughter, how she lights up whenever he is around her, how she cries to him when she’s upset, knowing that her father will always protect her from her fears.

“No” was all Tommy said.

“That is why I won’t read your fortune, there is no point. You’re where you’re supposed to be already, you’re a troubled man and you can’t lose what keeps you grounded”.

Tommy knew she was right, he was scared to lose you but if he pushed you away, he’d lose you anyway, your safest place was with him, he belonged with you and he wasn’t going to let anyone change that, not even himself.

“She’s a wise woman” You joked, smiling up at him.

“Of course you would think that love” Tommy leaned down, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading over to bed. You finished brushing your hair and joined him.

“I want you to feel safe” You lifted you head from its resting place on his chest and rested your chin there instead, looking up at him.

“I am safe with you” You whispered, looking into those pretty eyes your adored so much.

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rapz-rites · 1 year

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Demon Spawns

Damian Wayne x Powered!Fem!Reader

When your’s and Damians future kids come to the present

A/N: Inspired by @cipheress-to-k-pop version of this. Please give me some feedback, it’s always appreciated :3

Word Count: 2500+

Warnings: mentions of a miscarriage, was lightly proofread and revised

Future

-Honestly, it’s not Mar’i’s fault

-You needed someone to watch the twins as you and damian had to go away on a business trip for a few dayside hours hours and I

-Mar’i eagerly accepted

-Yes, she knew she wasn’t supposed to bring the twins to the cave but she didn’t think this would happen

-The worst she expected was that they broke on of Tim’s gadgets

-She didn’t expect them to accidentally send themselves to the future

-You were going to kill her

-Mar’i did the only thing she could think of at the moment, call her best friend, White Rabbit, aka Lian Harper, to help her get them back

Present

- You and Damian had been dating for a year already

-You really loved him

-After 3 years of knowing him and 2 months of dating, it was only a matter of time until you both found out about each other

-Damian being Robin didn’t entirely surprise you, it just made a lot of sense

-The constant disappearing, the odd phone calls, the weird excuses

-At least he wasn’t cheating (Damian would NEVER cheat)

-Growing up adopted you never knew your birth parents, just that they had to have been metas because you have powers

-You had powers like Kori and more, you even kind of looked like her

-People joked that you could have been her daughter before she came to Earth

-Those jokes make her uncomfortable

-You thought everything about her was interesting: she’s heir to the thrown on Tamaran, her sister sold her, she’s been married 4 other times, and even the fact that she 9 stomachs

-Today was a normal day at the Manor

-Everyone was just chilling in the BatCave

-Bruce and Tim were working on a case on the BatComputer

-To you, everything in the BatCave started with a ‘Bat’

-BatKeys

-BatSeat

-Your secret name for Alfred was Batler (Bat + Butler )

-Dick and Kori we flirting talking by the weapons

-And you were watching Damian train with Jason

-Watching Damian train was one of your favorite pastimes whenever you were in the cave

-Suddenly a bright light purple light flashed in the middle of the cave, right between Damian and Jason as they were jumping to attack each other,

-The light startled them, causing then the jump back

-All the heroes prepared themselves in a fighting stance

-Next thing everyone knew, two small babies, a girl and boy, were in the middle of the cave

-They looked like they could be twins, but you couldn’t say for certain from where you were standing

- Everyone was surprised, two random babies just appeared out of nowhere

-“Aye, Big Bat. Bet you don’t have a protocol for this, do ya?” Jason says trying to break the silence

-The two babies looked around confused

-They couldn’t be older than a 9 months

-Last they checked they were with Mar’i in the BatCave, now they were in the BatCave with strangers they didn’t recognize

-BOOM, waterworks

-“I’ll go and get Alfred” Tim said dashing up the stairs

-Everyone knew he was probably the least qualified to deal with children, mainly because he’s always sleep deprived

-Naturally the two most recent parents went and scooped one up

-“How did they get here?” Dick asked rocking the girl in his arms

-They both calmed down a bit looking at the person holding them and back at each other and back at the adult

-They stopped crying, but were still fussing

-“While they’re like this let’s get saliva for a DNA test to find out who their parents are”

-Bruce took two swabs and collected saliva from each of the babies

-After, Dick and Kori passed the babies around to see if anyone could calm them down

-It wasn’t until Bruce handed you the little boy that he stopped crying, cooing in your arms and little hands reaching for your face

-Jason stopped, looked at Damian, and questioned if it would be the best idea to hand a baby to him

-“Is handing Damian a crying baby the best idea?”

-“Probably not, but it’s the only idea we have” Dick responded

-Handing the baby girl to Damian, she looked at him and stopped fussing, smiling at the face in front of her

-“Never thought I’d see the day” Jason chuckled

-“What do you think their names are?” Kori asked gaining everyone’s attention

-“How about we get in a circle, go in a circle calling out random names and see who they go to” you spoke

-Everyone nodded and hummed in agreement

-You and Damian placed the babies on the floor jointing everyone else in the circle

-Before you could call the first name, a voice interrupted you

-“After this game, I believe you will be needed these”

-The voice belonging to none other than Alfred said

-Tim decided to join the circle at that point

-“Thank you” you called out

-Alfred gave you a small smile and nod before heading up the stairs

-You all started with your little game ‘Name the Babe’

-“Makayla”

-“Isaiah”

-“Nick”

-“Elizabeth”

-After 5 minutes of calling names and receiving no reaction from the babies, a ding

-It was from the BatComputer, signaling the results from the DNA test

-Dick and Kori

-Bruce opened the test and everyone had a face mixed with shock and confusion

-Under ‘FATHER’ was a picture of Damian

-”The Demon spawn had a spawn.”

-Under ‘MOTHER’ was a question mark and underneath it was ‘match not found’

-You turned to Damian with a look a shock, confusion, and… betrayal and one that said ‘please don’t tell me you cheated on me’

-Damian took a step towards you, and you took a step back

-You rushed up the stairs heading into the manor

-Damian rushed after you

-“This makes no sense. Damian has only ever been with anyone other than YN and Raven”

-“And he’s not the type for random hookups”

-Bruce checked the database and noticed he didn’t have yours or Ravens DNA in the system

-“Kori contact Raven and have her come to the BatCave”

-“Bart!” Tim shouted

-“What? Haven’t you been paying attention, Damian is the father not Bart” Jason retorted

-“I know that! But Bart’s from the future. Who says the babies can’t be too?”

-Back in the manor, Damian was looking all over for you

-Your car was still parked in front, so you were somewhere in the manor

-Fifteen minutes later Damian found you on his bed, facing the window, looking at the garden

-You’ve always loved how Damian’s room faced the garden

-He slowly walks towards you until he’s also on the bed

-“Beloved-”

-“I was pregnant”

-“What? When?”

-“Four months ago. I lost the baby early on, I didn’t even know until I went to the ER. I thought it was food poisoning from that Thai place I went to with Steph and Cass, but they told me I had a miscarriage. I was 3 weeks”

-“Why didn’t you tell me?”

-“I didn’t know how and I was somewhat relieved. I always told myself I’d wait until I was married to have kids. Also we can’t raise a kid now Dami. We’re only 21 and you work in a dangerous field.”

-You put your foreheads together, caressing his cheek with your hand

-Damian just wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down, forcing you to lay with him and you accepted his embrace

-“Todd messaged me”

-“What did he say”

-“Tim come to the conclusion that the babies most likely came from the future and father doesn’t have yours or Raven’s DNA is the system, Raven is on her way so they can run the test again”

-“And if they’re not mine”

-“Let’s not worry about that right now”

-After an hour of silence and Damian just holding you, you both make your way back to the BatCave hand in hand

-Raven, and even some League members, are now there too

-“Can I see the little ones” Diana asked with a smile on her face

-She has always had a soft spot for children

-“Careful. She just ate” Kori informed her, handing Baby Girl over

-While you and Damian were gone, Tim made the executive decision to call them Baby Girl and Baby Boy until the mother was determined

-“Awww, so precious”

-The Themyscrian rocking the small baby in her arms

-Baby Girl soon became fussy, most likely from Diana’s cuffs

-Diana handed the baby off to Raven

-It made sense

-We were here to see if you or Raven would be their mother (yk that motherly connection)

-Once Baby Girl was in Ravens arms she quickly calmed down, almost as quickly as she did with Damian

-You didn’t show it, but you felt a pang in your heart

-Damian just squeezed your hand lightly but you couldn’t take your eyes off Raven and Baby Girl

-Bruce spoke up, breaking you out of your trance

-“I need both of you to get a good saliva swab”

-You and Raven both did as told

-“Here. My arms are getting numb” Dick says handing Baby Boy to you

-You smile at the tiny human in your arms

-After 10 of waiting, a BatComputer dinged

-Bruce went to open the results

-Damian standing right behind him, and you and Raven on each side of him

-On the screen where a picture of the babies

-When did they take that picture?

-The babies were at the bottom middle and above them was the same picture of Damian as earlier and under ‘MOTHER’ was a picture of…

-You

-WAIT! How did they get that picture?

-You were too happy to question that

-“Happy to say that Baby Girl and Baby Boy are Y/N’s and Damian’s ”

-“Thank Azarath”

-You laughed at Raven, she pulls you into a hug

-“These babies are so adorable but I don’t think I’m cut out to be a mother. I’ll gladly babysit though”

-“Wait. You guys have been calling them Baby Girl and Baby Boy?”

-No one other than Wally West would ask that question

-“Come one. You can think of something better to call them”

-Before you could say something, Damian stepped in

-“Actually we already know their names”

-You smiled

-You handed Baby Boy to Damian

-“This is Soren Jackson Wayne”

-“Jackson after Drake”

-You walked over to Raven, who was holding a sleeping Baby Girl, and picked her up

-“And my gorgeous daughter. You are Jaylena Mariah Wayne. Jaylena inspired after Jason but means blue crested bird aka Nightwing. For that time you both saved me”

-You and Damian make eye contact not breaking it even when the others spoke

-Dick and Jason both smiled

-Jason punched Roy’s side

-”See that. Demon spawn named his spawn after me”

-“Don’t worry father we plan on naming the next ones after your mother and father”

-You looked away quickly,

-Bruce had a shocked look on his face

-“There’s going to be more?!”

-Jason could already see it: A demon army

-Suddenly another bright light flashed in the middle of the BatCave

-Everyone but you and Damian had a fight stance ready

-Bruce and Dick stood in front of you and Damian

-Two people now stood in the middle of the BatCave, they looked like vigilantes

-One was dressed in all white, with a matching white masked with bunny ears falling along her wavy ginger hair

-The other, well anyone could tell who she was

-Mar’i Grayson

-“Hi mom. Hi daddy”

-The girl in all white removed her mask as she walked towards Roy giving him a big hug

-“Hi dad”

-It was obvious to say that Dick, Kori, and Roy were baffled

-It wasn’t even a few hours ago they saw their daughters in the care of Barry and Iris, playing along with the other superhero kids

-Now they were teenagers, vigilantes at that too

-Mar’I was walking towards you with a pleading look

-“Sis”

-Sis?

-Mar’I never called you sis

-She always called you this funny tamaranean name she heard from Kori, it’s supposed to be a pretty flower but dangerous or something

-“I am so so so so so sorryyyyy. I know you told me not to bring them to the BatCave by myself but it was only for a minute to get something. I didn’t think they would get sent to the past. I put Sor and Lena down for a second then boom they’re gone. Please don’t kill me”

-She turns to Kori and Dick

-“Please don’t ground me”

-You step towards her

-“I can tell you didn’t want this to happen and I know my future self will probably get on you for this. So just please, please get my babies home safely”

-Mar’i nodded eagerly as you handed her Jaylena

-“I promise. I really don't want to be on the LoA’s bad side” she chuckles

-Damian looked slightly confused at the remark

-He gave Soren to Lian, staring her down with a look that says ‘drop or hurt my son, I’ll hurt you’

-“Daaaaddd”

-“Stop scaring my daughter Damian”

-“Tt”

-“Anyways… Congrats on your…nevermind” Mar’i stops when she noticed your promise ring that Damian gave you

-Soren looks at Mar’i, reaching for her but found it no use when Lian wouldn’t let him

-He looked upset

-As he started fussing a blue power orb slowly started to form about a foot above him

-Thinking of only your kids safety, you quickly absorbed the energy

-“Our kids have powers?” Damian asked in shock

-Naturally you were in shock too

-You barely knew the full extent of your powers compared to other metas your age, and now at least one of your kids will have them too

-“At the moment only Soren does. He uhm… does that sometimes. So far it only happens when he’s mad or extremely fussy.”

-Lian’s watch starts beeping

-Before she can even open her mouth Mar’i talks

-“We really have to go now”

-Damian walks up next to you, placing a hand on your waist

-“Bye Uncle D. Bye bye sis”

-Again with the sis?

-You and Damian give a small wave goodbye

-Just like that, with a flash, they’re gone

-Everyone goes their respective ways

-Tears start to well in your eyes when it’s just you and Damian in the BatCave

-“Let’s go to bed, Beloved. It’s been a long day”

-You follow him to his room and you both go to sleep

-That night you dream about your future with Damian, Jaylena, and Soren

Back to the Future(hehehe see what i did there)

-“Great! They’re still sleeping. We can get them to bed before Y/N and Damian get home”

-Mar’i was ready for this day to be over

-She knew she would get hell from you and Damian for what happened

-“Oh. We’re home. What happened?”

-Hearing your voice, Lian took that as her que to hand Soren over to Damian and hop out

-Mar’i turns around to see you and Damian dropped head to toe in LoA attire

-“Uncle D. Sis. Back already?”

-Damian walks over to Mar’i also taking Jaylena in his arms

-He walks over to you, with both twins in his arms, placing a kiss on your temple

-“I’ll put them to bed while you deal with Mar’i”

-With that Damián walks up the stairs into the manor

-“Before you blow a fuse, I know I shouldn’t have brought the twins to the Cave but I had no choice. I couldn’t leave them upstairs by themselves. As soon as they flashed to the past I immediately got help to go get them. And I almost ruined your proposal surprise but i didn’t so that’s something. I promise this will never ever EVER happen again”

-“Go home”

-“What?”

-“Go home. It’s late and we’re all tired. We’ll talk tomorrow”

-“Oh ok”

-You retire to yours and Damian’s shared bedroom as Mar’i leaves

-“What did you tell her”

-“To go home and we’ll talk tomorrow. You know she almost ruined your proposal”

-“Not surprised”

-You slip into bed, cuddling up next to Damian, head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around your waist

-You bring your left hand up admiring your engagement and wedding rings

-“It was a great proposal”

-“Damn right it was”

-You chuckled

-You look up at a sleeping Damian, admiring the man he grew to be

-Physically he’s always been attractive, but he grew mentally and emotionally

-He wasn’t the same boy who entered the manor when he was 10, emotionally and mentally detached from everyone, doors and windows shut to everyone, stubborn as a mule

- Actually, Damian will always be stubborn

- You both grew to care deeply for each other

… after writing for about 15-20 minutes I decided I wanted to make a part 2 but of the proposal…😚

I kinda want to make another version, the kid is like a teen. Should I???

Should I write why Mar’i called the reader ‘sis’?? Wouldnt y’all like to know? Do you have any ideas?

#damian wayne x reader #batfam x reader #damian wayne #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #koriand'r #starfire #lian harper #roy harper #mari grayson #diana prince #wally west

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ficcidio · 9 months

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YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL

pairing: fiancé!hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: comfort, fluff, a little suggestive in the end

warnings: insecurities, problems with food & feeling guilty after, swear words

a/n: hii, i’ve never written abt hyunjin so i hope i did well! i’m sorry i didn’t post in so long i’ve just been struggling a lot lately and i couldn’t find the energy + this was written at 1 am sorry if smth doesn’t make sense (not proofread yet) 😭 also please read the note at the end, it’s very important

ᯤ now playing: young and beautiful by lana del rey

— 시작

your body started panicking as you felt everyone’s eyes on you. you looked around the room, trying to figure out the reason. was it your makeup? or did you eat too much? your dress probably looked horrible on you too. it was all of them, maybe. you started to walk, looking for you fiancé, hyunjin, who was nowhere to be found. he had left you alone in the middle of the party with all those unknown people.

as you moved you heard a group of people calling your name “y/n! come here” “y/n, come talk with us” “y/n!” “y/n!” you tried to escape but suddenly one of your old friends caught your wrist and made you approve her and her husband.

“wow, you look really different” she said “did you gain weight?” she asked as if that wouldn’t hurt you “yeah, i guess…” you whispered trying not to cry. it was the third time they said this to you tonight and you were started to get anxious. why did they only look at your body? why couldn’t they talk about your success?

“oh, that’s good too eh! i didn’t mean it in a bad way” she tried to fix it, but you were already overthinking. you didn’t want her to pity you. “look, i really have to go, it was nice to see you, bye” you answered quickly as you ran away, trying to look for hyunjin.

when you finally found him, you sighed in relieve and ran to him. thank god he was alone, you wouldn’t be able to bear with any other comment about you. as you ran, he looked at you, confused by your worried eyes and desperate speed to get to him. “what’s wrong, my love?” he asked gently, trying to calm you down. he knew something was off as soon as he saw you. “let’s go home” you whispered as you clung onto him.

“why?” he waited for an answer but it didn’t come. you didn’t want to explain yet, because you knew if you talked, your eyes would fill up with tears and you’d start to cry desperately. “let’s just go, please, hyunjin” your cracked voice told him everything he needed to go home. that’s when he decided to say goodbye to some people near him and he ran with you to the car. he quickly started driving without any words.

you felt bad because you knew he was really excited to come to this party, and you made him go home for a stupid reason. it had been 10 minutes in the car and you were still far from home. the way he didn’t say a word made you feel terrible, was he angry? did he really get mad at you? it wasn’t your fault. or was it? did you exaggerate it too much?

“i’m sorry i ruined your night” you whispered, trying to stop yourself from breaking down in front of him.

“ruin my night?” he asked gently, which surprised you “yeah-“ you tried to continue “you didn’t ruin my night, if you’re uncomfortable then i have to take care of you, and you didn’t seem very happy. it was getting boring, anyway.” he stated as be continued to drive. a single read fell down your cheek but you wiped it as soon as you noticed it. you couldn’t let him see you in that state. “thank you…”

you spent the rest of the drive home silent, and when you got to your place you ran to your bedroom as fast as you could, leaving him confused in the entrance, though he followed you seconds later. when you got to you room you almost immediately broke down, falling on the bed and letting your tears fall continuously without thinking that your boyfriend may hear you. you really didn’t want him to know, really, but you couldn’t help being loud while remembering all those things everyone said to you hours before. after all you went through, every meal you didn’t eat, every tear, every time you yelled at someone because they wanted you to eat, every time you fainted, all that for nothing at all? you suffered so much, you really thought you got better but they made it look as it was nothing with all the anger and sadness you felt with their comments.

you felt his hands grab your waist and try to turn you around for you to look at him, but you refused to let him see your red eyes. “baby, please talk to me” he said gently while he rubbed your back. you finally acceded, but you hid your face on the crook of his neck. “love…” he started, but he didn’t get to finish the sentence because you cut him off “why do they always have to comment on my body as if i don’t see myself in the mirror every fucking day” he separated you from his body so he could look at you. your eyes connected and his showed his worry and care.

“what did they say?” he asked as he brought to back into his chest. you didn’t answer, letting your sobs be heard “y/n, what did they say?” he questioned again, while he patted your hair “they said i looked worse, they said i gained weight…” you whispered with embarrassment “everyone’s eyes were on me, hyunjin, everyone was staring at how bad i looked” he was about to let his jaw fall to the floor but he stopped himself as it wasn’t what you needed right now. he was so shocked, because in his eyes you were more than beautiful. how could someone think that dress looked bad on you? god, he almost died when he saw you in that gorgeous black dress.

“bad? you looked stunning, y/n” he answered, speechless at how you talked about yourself “you’re saying that because–“ he cut you off as you did before “i’m saying that because that’s how it is, i’d say that if we were friends, strangers or even enemies, because you looked like a work of art. you always do.” he answered sweetly. your sobs where barely audible now as you has calmed yourself hearing his voice. now all that was left was your breathing. you looked at him with a smile, still with puffy eyes and hugged him again. “thank you…” you muttered “it’s fine, darling, you don’t have to thank me” hyunjin promised

“i was scared i would have to go through everything again” you justified yourself, but it wasn’t necessary now. “shh, you won’t, not as long as i’m here. don’t ever say that about yourself again, mhm, beautiful?” he kissed your forehead and continued “god, i don’t know how anyone could ever think that way about you, i almost couldn’t control myself when i saw you” he said, making you blush and you hit him lightly “shut up, dumbass” you said, still hiccuping from the intense crying but laughing, and he did the same.

he put you into the bed an caressed your hair until you felt tired and wanted to sleep. you had wasted too much energy already, you felt so exhausted. “princess, if someone every says anything like that to you again, tell me and i’ll make sure they never say that again” he whispered.

“i love you”

…

“i love you more.

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A/N: hello so, i wanted to talk about the struggles with food as someone who’s had an eating disorder for six years. if any of you struggles with food, please look for help. remember that food helps us, without food we’d be dead. you need to eat, it’s necessary. please don’t give a fuck about other peoples opinion, because they don’t know the real you, and they don’t know what’s really going on. to stop eating is bad in so many ways, your health will worsen, you as a person will change and you will lose people. i’m talking from experience, with my ed i lost a lot of friends, i fought with everyone and i was always in a bad mood.

throughout my life i have been judged by everyone because of my body and valued without thinking about my personality, my intelligence or my maturity. some people only care about your looks, that’s true, but you mustn’t be embarrassed for the body you have, because good people will know you’re worth much more than just what they see. you’re not your body, you’re your favorite song, your favorite film, that melody you sing in your head when you’re bored, you’re that quote in a book you once read and never forgot of. you’re that time you helped someone who needed it, that sunrise you once saw, your favorite clothes. you’re your favorite flavor, your favorite season, your favorite singer, your favorite color. you are what you like, not how you look like. so please, eat what you crave and don’t restrict any foods. i love you for who you are. and if you’re struggling, my dm’s are always open, don’t be scared to ask for help. i love you, unconditionally.

#skz #straykids #ficcidio #stray kids #hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #kpop #skz fluff #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin angst #stray kids x reader

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glitteredrry · 1 year

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i’ve loved you for forever

summary: Harry attends his best friends wedding, only to end up running away with the bride.

warnings: angst & fluff

wc: 3k

inspired by anon. thank you so much for the inspiration. 💌

Harry stood behind the door of the bridal suite picking at his fingers in anticipation. Y/N was getting married today. His best friend since he was sixteen was finally getting her happily ever after. He recalls when he used to sneak out of the house as a teenager to go next door to hers, and talk in the treehouse she had.

They used to speak in hushed whispers trying to be as quiet as possible, so they wouldn’t get caught. They talked about their future’s, and everything in between. Flash forward more than ten years later, and she was finally getting everything she had dreamed of. So knowing that her dreams are finally coming true, why couldn’t Harry find one part inside him that was happy for this special day? It’s actually wasn’t even a question for him. He knew exactly why.

He was head over heels in love with her.

It wasn’t a feeling that randomly sprung up out of jealousy of her being with someone that wasn’t him; no he knew since the tender age of sixteen that he was in love with her. When Y/N moved to the neighborhood is when their story started.

The street they lived on was mainly filled with people in the middle-ages part of their lives. So, when Harry caught word from his mother that a family had moved in next door with a daughter his age he was overjoyed. He devised a plan to go over there and introduce himself.

Harry and his mother walked over, and greeted Y/N’s family; but the girl his age was nowhere in sight. It was only when a loud crash came from upstairs starting the house, Y/N made her appearance. When Harry glanced at the clumsy girl at the top of the stairs whose cheeks were blushed with embarrassment he was gone for her. He wasn’t sure that he believed in love at first sight, but he knew that he was going to stop at nothing to get to know her better.

After their introduction, everything just started to fall into place for him. Harry would try to leave his window open to hear what kind of music she had blasting from her room; so that the next time he saw her they would have something to talk about. Or how he would try to find any excuse to go over to their house.

Whether it be to ask for an ingredient that was already in his house or make up a lie that he forgot his key and his mom was at work; he just did what he had to do to get any chance to talk to her. It worked. Slowly but surely, Harry and Y/N became two peas in a pod.

Everyone in their neighborhood and at school recognized them as a pair only. If you were searching for one they were for sure with the other. If you saw one of them missing the other would get questioned about where the missing link was. Not only were they the best of friends, but they were the first everything to each other. Both of them trusted each other more than they did anyone else in the world. So, it was only natural that one day while they were studying in Harry’s room Y/N spoke up to him.

“Harry, have you ever kissed someone?”

“Of course, loads of people.”

“You’re forgetting I know you better than I know myself, liar.”

“Fine, I’m caught. Have you kissed someone?”

“No, I don’t trust anyone.”

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“So, would you kiss someone you trusted just to get it over with?”

“Stop asking me questions you goofball, and kiss me.”

That was only the start of the way their relationship shifted in a way there was no turning back for him. For the rest of their schooling, they acted like a couple without ever defining what it was. Of course, it wasn’t something that Harry liked. He fucking hated it, but at the time he thought it was better to keep it that way. He thought that if they put a label on it, and they broke up he would lose her as a best friend.

Time passed and they remained as close as ever, but once they graduated from school, Harry and Y/N moved to different universities. The distance never made him stray away from his feelings for her, once they both had winter break he decided that he would tell her over the holidays. His plan was put on to a halt when Y/N showed up with a boyfriend.

It was obvious that she didn’t carry the same feelings as him, so he moved on. Just because he forced himself to move on doesn’t mean the feelings were resolved. If anything it was worst for him because with each girlfriend he had, he found himself subconsciously comparing each new partner to Y/N. Self-sabotage some might call it. So, now he was in his late twenties, single, and watching the love of his life get married.

Harry had many regrets in his life, but one that haunted him was the fact that he never gave them the proper chance. He was young and foolish, but still left with the same feelings he had at sixteen.

“Are you ready to see her?” A voice spoke out making Harry shoot his head up getting out of his head. Y/N’s older sister was peeking out the door looking at Harry whose face that was pale.

“Yeah,” Harry let out feeling his voice shake. This was going to be his first look. Y/N refused to let him see her in her dress before the big day. Even when he asked why she didn’t allow him to go dress shopping with her, she never did answer him. Walking through the door, Y/N’s sister pointed in the direction of where she was then left the room. Harry just let his feet carry him instead of thinking with his head. As soon as he walked through the threshold of her room, he felt himself nearly being in tears at the sight of her. She was the most beautiful person in the world to him.

“What do you think?” She asked looking at Harry with the same look that made his heart feel like it was turning into liquid mush inside him. Harry’s hand ran over his heart as he stepped to her. This dress was made for her, and only her.

“Beautiful, cherry.” The nickname slipped out of his mouth dripping in admiration. He had always called her cherry for the way the apples of her cheeks would shine bright red.

“I can’t believe this. It feels surreal. I’m so nervous, Harry. What if I trip or what if something goes wrong? There is so much that can go wrong. What if the caterer doesn’t remember I requested another entree just for you?”

“Then I won’t eat,” Harry answered trying to calm her anxious nerves. She was always like this.

“What if the rings get lost?”

“Just distract everyone, and I’ll run to the nearest stores and get some ring pops for you two.” Y/N laughed hitting him with her hand.

“You can never be serious.”

“And you never stop worrying, cherry. Today is your day. We used to talk about this all the time together. You're finally getting your happy ending and you’re worrying about things that are out of your control.” Just as Y/N knew him, Harry knew her. This look on her face wasn’t something of anxiousness, she looked unsure. Harry studied her face more, and after a moment she spoke up.

“You’re right,” she said with a smile. “I just need to stop worrying.”

“I have a question for you though, isn’t the bride supposed to be the only one wearing white? You trying to take my shine?” She asked teasingly, tugging on his white suit.

“I don’t need to do that, my beautiful face does the work.” Y/N rolled her eyes stepping closer to him.

“Oh really?”

“You should know this already, you said before that you know me.”

“I do know you,” Y/N threw her arms surround his torso snuggling into his body. Harry didn’t care if her makeup transferred, and ruined his outfit. He wrapped his arms around her tightening his grip on her.

Strangely in his mind them being in this position, she still felt like his. This made his mind go to a place where everything was more simple between the two. When they were just young teenagers. When they were each other little secret, each memory came flooding into his head. His love for her would always be there.

Now, it would just all be different. She would go on to start her own family. While he would go on, and settle with living with this gaping hole in his heart.

He was mourning her as she was in his arms. There is nothing in this life more painful than mourning someone who isn’t dead. It’s even worst when Harry had that realization he is mourning what could have been. He couldn’t handle these emotions coming up inside of him as he breathed in her scent. Feelings of sadness, guilt, and regret.

Breaking away from her, Y/N looked confused because he never broke away first when they hugged.

“I’m going to go find my place, seats are probably filling up.”

“Yeah, you should go do that.” She couldn’t help but let a flash of hurt show on her face.

Harry turned on his foot and walked out of the room before he could let it show how this was hurting him. As soon he walked out of the suite, he stopped in the hallway trying to catch his breath. He felt as if was drowning.

“You’re so in love with her, Harry. Why are you letting her go?”

He turned his head to the right noticing Y/N’s sister had been watching them the entire time.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said immediately, shooting up his defense walls not wanting to be called out on his own shit.

“I’m talking about you clearly being in love with my sister.” She said with a laugh moving closer.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Harry’s voice raised, feeling as if he has to defend himself.

“Oh, but I do, and if you let her get married today; you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life. Just giving you some sisterly advice, I am older than you both.” Harry looked at her sister bewildered.

He wasn’t shocked at her being this bold, because she had honestly been the only one who truly knew they had more than they led on. She was also the one who teased them the most about looking like a couple more than best friends.

“So, you’re telling me to ruin her wedding? She would never forgive me for that. It’s selfish, and I can’t do that to her no matter how in love I am with her. If I truly loved her I have to let her go.” There was no point in arguing or denying his love for her anymore, she could see right through him.

“That’s the dumbest saying ever. If you truly loved her you wouldn’t let her go. You wouldn’t let her go when you know she is in love with you as well. Don’t lie to me either, and say you haven’t seen it. She’s been with this guy for two years, and I’ve yet to see the look she has in her eyes when she’s with you.”

“Why did I wait so long?” He asked in a whisper.

“Because you are both stubborn scary cats. You can only live your life for yourself. Don’t care about the judgment of others, because at the end of the day, everyone on this planet will die. So, no matter how today goes just remember that.” The both of them laughed at her view of life.

“That’s dark don’t you think?” Harry said with a smile lingering on his lips.

“Whatever you do today, Harry is up to you. You control your fate. Take care, Harry.” With that said she walked back into the room leaving Harry in a vacant hallway with his thoughts.

…

“If everyone will please rise.”

The room stood together and directed their attention to the closed doors. On the cue of the music, the doors flew open revealing Y/N standing with her father.

Harry nearly felt himself lose balance once his sight was on her. This entire time of sitting out here he’s been having this whole internal battle with himself. Thoughts were whirling around his head.

This was just all wrong, he had never imagined it going like this. He always had this certainty that in his life some way somehow she was the end for him. Anytime he thought about love, it started and ended with her. When he thought about the future mother of his kids, it was her. Everything was her.

Harry was glad to have had an aisle seat so he could take her beauty all it. Harry stared right into her eyes expecting them to be faced forward, but instead, they were on him. The same unsure look behind her eyes contradicted the smile she kept on her lips. Her eyes didn’t leave him until she passed. When she made it to the altar, and got given away everyone sat down. Harry tuned out the service as the voice of Y/N’s sister floated in his head.

You control your fate.

It was as if a switch flipped off in his head, he had to try. No matter how it ended for him, he could never say that he didn’t. For over ten years, he sat with the comfortability of having her as his best friend and that being good enough. This just isn’t enough for him anymore. He wanted all of her. He thought that he would lose her if he tried to push for anymore other than what they were but wouldn’t he lose her if he also didn’t? He questioned if he would be able to truly stay around in her life knowing he was this in love with her. How could he be around her husband? It would be constant torture.

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

A synchronized gasp filled the room causing Y/N to turn her head to see what the commotion was, and there he was. Harry was standing in the middle of the aisle looking directly at her.

“I’ve loved you before I knew what love was. You’re it for me, I’ve always been shit at my timing. Please, if I’m wrong, go on with this and I’ll walk away forever. I can’t let this go on without you knowing that I’ve loved you for forever.” Harry spoke out loud enough for everyone to hear. No matter how much the rest of the wedding guests were in shock at what they were watching, no one could deny that Harry was utterly in love with Y/N.

It was as if both of them were the only ones in the room. It was tunnel vision for her. Y/N turned back to face Rodger, her groom, who looked as if he would have burned Harry alive right where he stood.

Harry accepted defeat as she turned away from him.

“I’m so sorry, Rodger.” Y/N backed away from him as his hands shot out trying to grasp her. Kicking her heels off, she ran down the aisle taking Harry’s hand.

Hand in hand, they ran out together leaving all of her family and friends stunned. “You really do have shit timing. Oh my God, H. I’m a runaway bride.” Harry cackled out of a pure adrenaline rush as they ran through the parking lot.

As they approached his car, Harry ran to the passenger side of his classic Mercedes opening the door for her, before she climbed in she reached up grasped his face, and smashed her lips on his mouth. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She said in between each kiss.

“I love you so much more, but we need to go, cherry.” Y/N climbed in the car, and Harry shut the door running over to his side. Harry barely waited for the car to start as he put it in reverse, peeling off through the parking lot just as the guest were rushing outside. Y/N watched in the side view mirror for a moment, and then looked away.

“We’re going to have a hell of a story to tell our kids one day,” Harry turned to look at her while her eyes were already on him.

“We are not telling our kids this, they’re going to tease us forever.” Harry gripped her hand in his, and kissed it multiple times repeatedly filled with much joy.

“Whatever you fucking say, you're mine forever that’s all that matters to me.” Y/N smiled proudly hearing the words she had always wanted to hear from him.

“And your mine, why did we wait so long, Harry?” She asked still smiling at him.

“I asked your sister the same question.” Y/N looked over at him confused.

“My sister…what?”

“I’ll explain later, I promise.” Y/N shook her head thinking of what her outspoken sister could have told him.

Harry turned on the freeway just heading away as far away from the venue, not necessarily having a destination in mind. “Where are we going, Harry? I’m in this huge wedding dress. Where are we going to live? How are we going to explain this to your mom?”

“That’s my girl. My anxious girl. There are no more worries. I’m yours forever, okay. No more worries.” He said to her reassuringly.

“My mom? She will be more than ecstatic, probably happier than us. Where are we going to live? We will figure that out. As far as your wedding dress, it would be a shame to let it go to waste wouldn’t it?”

“What are you saying, H.” She looked at him knowing her had some wild idea in his head.

“My sweet girl, I’m saying that Vegas is four hours away. I want forever with only you. Do you want it with me?”

“Is that your lousy way of proposing to me?” Y/N teased him.

“I’ll think of a better proposal within four hours, I promise.”

“The rings?”

“Ring pops until I get you the proper ring.”

“You’ve always got everything figured out,” Y/N said leaping across the console, and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m the optimist and you’re the pessimist…the perfect mix don’t you think?” Harry asked teasingly.

“More than perfect. Everything I’ve always dreamed of.”

#harry styles #harry styles fan fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fic rec #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurb

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gummygoatgalaxy · 3 months

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Trolls Au Kinda??

So i had an idea of a story that makes JD, Bruce, Clay and Floyd better bros kinda??

So my thought is that on the night the band broke up, the boys all left, but while they were gone, baby Branch and Grandma Rosiepuff got found by a bergen and then taken and placed in the the Trollstice tree.

In my opinion, Branch and Rosiepuff being added to the tree and Brozone not already being there makes sense, cuz if they were already there, then how the fuck did they leave?

Anyway, then the brothers actually come back in the morning, regretful of how they acted, only to see no Branch or Grandma. They spend a few years trying to find where theyve gone and not checking Bergen Town to avoid being caught and also hoping that they just weren't there. Finally they check but at that point everyone is gone. So it takes even more years to track down the elusive Pop troll Village, because its in the middle of nowhere. But it took so long, that by the time it was found, only John Dory found it in determination to save Floyd, while the Clay and Bruce moved on. And then Trolls 3 happens.

I like this idea a fuckin lot cuz it makes the bros more forgivable(though i like that too).

If anyone wants to do something with this, pleaseee do! I'm gonna draw it maybe soon, but if you wanna draw it or write a fanfic with it, go ahead!! Just give me credit lol.

#my ideas #my au #au #trolls au #trolls band together #trolls brozone #brozone #fanfic ideas #trolls #gummygoatgalaxy

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eternalbuckley · 2 years

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Love is a tragedy. — eddie munson

SUMMARY: You were in a relationship with Eddie Munson. You're questioning yourself why your boyfriend seems to ignore you. Maybe he's fallen out of love with you? Or are you just worried about silly things? But what if he only acts like that because he‘s jealous and insecure because of your friendship and past with Steve? Maybe you‘re also too insecure about his drug deals with your childhood bully.

word count: 3,336

genre: angst i'm sorry, small glimpse of fluff if you look closely | gn!reader, queer!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

warnings: angst, angst, oh did i already mention angst?, insecure eddie and reader, jealous eddie and reader, arguing (i'm sorry babes), crying/tears being held back, heartbreak?, mention of reader getting bullied in the past, mention of drug deal, reader thinking eddie doesn’t love them anymore, established relationship, use of pet names (sweetheart, my love), reader and eddie getting called a freak, english is not my first language, hardly proofread (there might be used she/her pronouns and „girlfriend“ for the reader, because it was written as a fem!reader first but i‘ll edit it soon!) — let me know if i forgot something to add!

a/n: honestly i'm so sorry for this. i cried a few times while writing this i'm not lying. this broke my heart in some ways enjoy it anyways! :) i might write a second part.

disclaimer: please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work or post this anywhere without my consent. do not translate my work and post it anywhere — i give you no permission to do that. i only post my stories here, so if you find my work anywhere else please let me know! reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated and welcomed!

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"Do you somehow still like him?" Eddie asked you out of nowhere. Not knowing what he exactly meant, you turned your body to him, a questionable expression on your face.

You were currently at his trailer, after a long week, you were finally able to be with him again. You haven’t seen him in the whole week since he was busy with drug deals, hanging out with his band or planning his next campaign. Sure, you loved how much effort he put into everything but giving you basically no sign of him being alive for the whole week was just something that worried you.

Since he told you the first time that the Kathy, former Queen of Hawkins High and kind of your sworn nemesis, wanted drugs from him. You knew you didn’t like this idea. There was no reason to blame it on Eddie since you never really told him anything that happened with her and you in the past. You didn’t really know her, only a few things people were telling here and there. She used to make fun of you, mostly at parties if you attended them.

Sure, Eddie never found it out. As much as you knew. You only told him that there was someone in your neighborhood who bullied you. But you told him that they moved away. One evening he randomly started talking about his somewhat middle school crush. The same person who treated you like shit and even there you didn’t tell Eddie what she did to you. It was bad, you knew that.

The first time he mentioned this, you felt your heart sink into your stomach. Maybe it was stupid of you to think that way but you were insecure. You knew she was beautiful. She pulled several boys and was loved by everyone. In your words even more beautiful than you, despite what Eddie told you several times. He always made sure that you knew he loved you. He always tried to made sure to tell you how much he admires you. How much he loves and cares about you. That you literally changed his life into a better one. How thankful he was to have you in his life. You always supported him in his campaigns, through his school years, while playing with his band. Giving him full support while he was doing the things he loves. He admired that about you.

But since the last time he even made a compliment, oh it feels like years. Something changed in your relationship especially since he started to sell drugs to Kathy. You didn’t want to give Eddie any fault but it made you feel like shit. It felt like that he often ignored you in a way while you were out. Him not answering your questions or calls. Him acting totally weird. And you didn’t know what to do, so you fought it would be the best idea to ask for the help of a close friend. In that way, it was Steve Harrington. Well and Robin Buckley. Your best friends. There was some kind of a past between you and Steve. From flirting to being each other’s first kiss. For a few weeks, you dated each other, just to try it out but it didn’t work out. It was a small stupid middle school crush you had on each other. But neither of you thought it was awkward since there didn’t happen much more. You were still very close friends and comforted each other if you needed it.

And that was also a point for Eddie. He was insecure about your friendship with Steve and the past you had with him. Even if you did tell him a lot of times that there‘s nothing ever going to happen with Steve again, he was still insecure. You knew that and did your best to show your boyfriend what you felt for him. But sometimes it felt like that it was not enough. Eddie wasn’t the type to blame it on you but he didn’t know what else to do. He was jealous but you didn’t know that. At least he hoped that you didn’t notice it. And he didn’t realize that he put a distance between you and him because of that. You noticed it and it hurt you a lot. He told you a few times he wouldn’t have any time if you wanted to see him. He apparently was always busy. You were missing him. You often found yourself sitting either on your bedroom floor or lying in your bed, crying. Thinking he lost feelings for you and that this was his strategy to slowly break up with you. Or that you’d do it, so he won’t have to do it. It made you feel miserable. Which made you find some support and comfort in Steve and Robin. They helped to distract you. But yesterday out of nowhere Eddie asked you if you wanted to sleep over with him since his uncle wouldn’t be there for the next few days. Which you obviously agreed to. Slightly hoping he would address the current situation between you two or not.

"What?" You didn’t exactly know what he meant. But him being silent for a few seconds let you guess who it was about and you were right.

He rolled his eyes. "Don‘t act like you don’t know what I mean, Y/N." He sighed and brought up his hands to rub his eyes, only to look at you after it. You tried to read his face but it was useless. He wasn’t showing any emotions, only tired eyes. "I mean Steve. Do you still like him?"

You knitted your eyebrows together. "What? No. Of course not!" You straightened your back and moved closer to Eddie to touch his arm but he took it away. Hurt was seen in his eyes but also in yours. You were scared of the outcome of the current situation. "Why do you think that suddenly? I already told you sev-"

"I saw you. With him." He interrupted you. Leaning against the couch you both sat on. His voice wasn’t angry. He kind of sounded disappointed. Was he disappointed in you? "You seemed to be very happy with him yesterday."

"And? I was only hanging out with a friend, Eds. Steve is my friend. Nothing more, you know that. And it wasn’t like that I was alone with him. Robin was there too." You defended yourself.

He scoffed in disbelief. “Sure. Didn’t seem to be like that.”

"What the fuck is your problem, Eddie? Steve is only a friend. He will never be more for me. You‘re the only one for me."

He looked away from you and shook his head. You didn’t know what was going on with him but you knew he was fed up. You knew that he was insecure about your friendship with Steve but you didn’t think it would affect him that much since he seemed to be good with him. But maybe it was just a show so you wouldn’t feel bad?

"You were hanging out with him a lot recently." Eddie only mentioned it in a quieter voice but you were still able to hear it clearly. Hurt was in his voice and it hit you too to see him like that.

"With Robin. I never hung out with him alone. So, I don’t see a problem here, Eddie." You folded your arms. "Do you really want to know why I was with them the whole time?”

He was silent and only looked at you, waiting for you to continue.

“It was because you had no time for me. You always said you were busy and tried to even avoid me. And they were helping me to distract me."

It was stupid. The whole thing between you was stupid and somewhat childish. But you both were too fed up with each other in that moment. And it could end in a way where you both didn’t want to have it.

"Oh, now you want to give me the fault?" He scoffed with a laugh and stood up. Shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes. He was walking behind you but you didn’t move a muscle. Staring at the TV in front of you. You saw a few glimpses of him in it. Eddie knew that avoiding you wasn’t the best idea. It was the worst. He knew that.

"No. I was just stating the facts, Eddie." You blatantly told him and sighed. "I just wanted to have some company of my friends because you didn’t seem to have time for your god damn partner!" You quickly turned your head in his direction. Slight tears in your eyes, and you tried to blink them away. And it drove him crazy.

He stopped in his tracks and looked at you, his breath slightly hitching at the sight of you. Slightly tilted head and lower lip being bitten by him. Seeing your tears hurt him but he wasn’t able to think clearly.

"Yes, I was busy. Doing drug deals with Kathy and hanging out with the band. Nothing more. You know that." He defended himself now. You laughed in disbelief.

You nodded your head and shrugged. "Sure. I‘ll believe you. I know that they‘re only drug deals with your so beloved Kathy." You moved your index fingers. You didn’t want to admit how you felt about the thing with Kathy.

"Then why don’t you believe me that Steve is only my fuckin‘ friend and nothing more?"

He looked down for a second and fiddled with his fingers. Nervosity driving through his entire body. Not wanting to admit his jealousy. "Because I have the feeling you guys could go back together! Because he definitely still likes you, Y/N. I see the looks he shots to you while you‘re not looking. I see the ways his eyes linger on you. Basically, imaging ripping off your clothes."

You stared at him. Blinking with your eyes. Oh god, he was jealous. It was obvious.

“Are you.. It’s not that deep, Eddie.” Your eyes softened.

“Was Steve Harrington my first kind of boyfriend? Yes. Was he my first kiss? Yes.” You stood up to slowly walk over to Eddie. “Did I like him? Kind of, I don't know. It was a stupid middle school crush. And do I like him or would go back to him? No, definitely not. Because I have you, Eds. And I wouldn’t want to be with someone else. And it’s not like that Steve is currently crushing on this one ginger-haired girl he met a few weeks ago.”

You put your hands on his cheeks, so he’d have to look at you, which he did. Slight tears in his eyes.

“I’d never dare myself to leave you, Eddie Munson.” You whispered and slightly stroke with your thumbs over his cheeks.

“I don’t know what to believe or not right now. Maybe it’s for the best if we br-”

You immediately put your hands away, leaving coldness on Eddie’s skin. He immediately regretted it to even have thought about his words. Well, he wasn’t even sure if he actually thought about them first. He didn’t even mean them but his mouth was quicker than his brain.

“Don’t say it. Okay?” More tears building up in your eyes now, you put a slight distance between you. “Do you seriously want to break up with me now, Eddie?”

Eddie stayed silent, causing you to only huff.

“I can’t believe that now.” You laughed in disbelief and hurt. You took your backpack and looked at him. “I’ll say it again, Eddie. Seve is only my friend. Nothing more and it will always be like that. I promise. But if you really want to break up because of that then.. I don’t know maybe we should do.” You had a sad smile on your lips.

He gulped. He wanted to defend himself. Wanted to apologize but he couldn’t say anything. Eddie opened his mouth a few times but always closed it. He didn’t want to lose you. Especially not because of silly things.

“Eddie Munson. Our relationship.. It was a wonderful time. The best time in my life. And I’d have never thought it would end. Not in that way.” You sniffed. “I hope we both will realize soon that there was no reason.” A tear rolled down your cheek which you quickly wiped away.

You turned around to walk to the door but he quickly held on to your wrist. Causing you to stop in your tracks. You closed your eyes. Trying to hold in the tears.

“Don’t. Please don’t leave, Y/N.” Eddie begged. His voice cracked at the end of his words.

You stayed silent and didn’t move a muscle. Not daring to turn around and look into his eyes. You knew he didn’t mean it but it still hurt you. Probably it hurt him too. Especially because of the whole circumstances right now.

“I- I didn’t mean it. It was stupid to even say anything about it in the first place. I don’t want to lose you. Please believe me, Sweetheart.”

“Then why do you let your jealousy take over something little that was something in middle school?” You asked him and turned around but didn’t meet his eyes. A few tears left your eyes, which he wiped away now, carefully. Not wanting to overstep something. He still holds your wrist. You both were vulnerable at this moment.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just not good enough for you and scared that I'll lose you?”

You bit on your lower lip. Not knowing what to say so you listened to him. Tears were slowly building up in his own eyes.

“Ever since we met, you made everything better, Y/N. I would have never thought that you would actually agree to go on that date with me when I asked you first out.” He told you, causing you to chuckle.

You still remember his attempt of him, to ask you out. Which totally was a failure but made you even more sure that you liked him. While he was running after you after school he slipped and landed on the floor. Which caused you to check up on him, only to be asked out by him while you looked at his back for any injuries. He was sitting on a seat in your car, he only looked at you over his shoulder with his stupid lovable smile on his lips. It was stupid. But it was cute.

“I still remember it.” You said quietly and had a small smile on your lips now.

“I never believed in love, but with you? It changed immediately.”

You gave him a bigger smile now and went in to deeply hug him. His hands were around your waist. Your hands around his neck. Eddie pulled you as close as he could and apologized several times. You didn‘t know what to feel at this moment. He thought about breaking up with you. What if he could mean it that way? You weren’t sure what would happen after today. Would anything go back to normal? Would you ever talk about today again? Would you both just act as if nothing happened? But right now, you only needed him and only him.

He looked deeply into your eyes. “I love you, Sweetheart. There is no one who is better than you.” His hands were on your cheeks now. You lazily smiled at him and kissed him.

“I love you too, my love.” You whispered.

Little did you know what would happen a few days later while you were out with Robin and saw Eddie. With the certain Kathy. She was trying to hit on him. You saw how close she got to him. Causing your insecurities and jealousy to get even stronger. The last days were good between you and Eddie. The day after you argued you talked everything out and concluded to talk about any insecurities or thoughts you both would have. He promised you he would not get his jealousy or insecurities between you again. But you still didn’t tell him about your feelings and insecurities that are caused by Kathy. Eddie still didn’t know about the past you had with her.

Robin was packed with some food as she followed you out of the store and saw how you stopped walking and watched two people, Kathy and Eddie. She sighed and shoved you in the opposite direction. “Let’s get you somewhere else.” You nodded and turned around, wiping away your tears.

While you were walking away Eddie saw you. He saw the sadness in your face before you turned around and walked away. How Robin quickly made sure to leave with you and that’s when it clicked for him. He stepped away from Kathy. She didn’t look very pleased by his action. Kathy knew that you liked him, so she wanted to get him before him. She just didn’t know that Eddie already gave his heart fully to you and was in no way interested in anyone else. Especially Kathy.

Yes, he had a crush on her in middle school but it wasn’t deep. He heard different stories about her in the last years. And how much she changed in a badly way.

“Woah.” Eddie holds his arm between him and her. Not wanting her to be too close.

“What’s wrong, Eddie bear?” She blinked with her eyelashes, trying to get him. She stepped further toward him, causing him to step away again. She was annoyed at that.

He cringed at the name she gave him. It sounded weird and he didn’t like it at all.

“I’m just selling you drugs here. Nothing more.”

She looked at him. Slightly squinting her eyes at him.

“I thought.. Maybe we can do something else, Eddie bear.” She giggled and played with her hair. “I’d really like to know how you ta-“ She looked down at him.

“Absolutely not.” He was somehow disgusted. “I won’t cheat on my partner. Never in my dreams.”

Her eyes widened. Annoyed that she couldn’t make you pay. But she was also happy because she was sure you wouldn’t ever be able to pull him.

“Oh, then I’m truly sorry.” She apologized, not meaning it, and giggled again. “I’m sure they must be really beautiful.” Kathy took her backpack and complimented you without even knowing it. “See you on Friday.” She said her goodbyes and wanted to leave.

“About that..” He looked at her. “There won’t be a need to meet up again. Find someone else who sells you your drugs. But I’m not gonna deal with you anymore.”

“What?!” She squealed. “What the fuck?”

Eddie took his stuff and didn’t even look at her. “I don’t want to sell anything to someone who bullies others or wants to seduce their dealers.”

“Ohhh.. Is that little freak, Y/N, your little partner?” She laughed in disbelief. “Should’ve known that a freak like them would get with a freak like you are.” She walked away but turned around again.

He looked at her now. What did you have to do with her? That’s when it clicked for him. And oh, did he felt miserable about it.

“I don’t even want your drugs anymore. Have fun with your little freak, you freak!” She yelled with a devilish smile and finally walked away.

Eddie only rolled his eyes.

“Fuck..” He mumbled.

He quickly made his way to find you. He hoped he would be able to fix up his mistake. He realized now what you always meant if you talked about your bully. Or who you meant. He remembered the few times that you mentioned that you were bullied. Mostly while he mentioned something about Kathy. Which disgusted him even more now. He was scared that it might be too late to fix everything. After a all it could be said that Love is truly a tragedy.

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Being best friends with Steve but your secretly in love with him but he loves Nancy. You and Steve are inseparable, you two are like a package deal, but it would hurt a lot when he would blow you off to hangout with his girlfriend Nancy. You were so jealous of her even when they broke up and you comforted him, but you found a distraction from your feelings for Steve “the Hair” Harrington. That was when Billy Hargrove came to the school, Billy already didn’t like Steve but damn he wanted you. Steve always waits for you by your locker at school and his heart drops when he sees Billy in his place, worst of all flirting with you, twirling your hair, whispering in your ear as you smiled and blushed, watching his hands go all over you, it made Steve want to throw up. When you blew him off for an “unknown” reason he was too curious and had to find out what was going on, he walked you your place and ofc Billy’s car is there and peeks through your window and sees him legit pounding you into the mattress and god were you loud. When you saw Steve the next day he’s all pouty and sad because he misses you and that’s when he realizes how much he loves you and he starts bragging that he can treat you better than stupid Billy.😔😔

hiii anon tysm for requesting this! (i didn't include the biy smut because i suck at billy smut but I hope you liked it anyway!)

"TREAT YOU BETTER"

summary: yn is in love with her best friend steve, but steve is dating nancy. every day she comes home miserable about seeing them together. fast-forward to senior year, and there's a new kid in town, billy hargrove. at first, yn turns him down, with eyes for steve only, but she soon realises her hints at steve are going nowhere, so she accepts billy's offer, even though steve keeps arguing that billy's no good for her. genre: angst, fluff. pairing: steve harrington x best friend!reader. warnings: billy's basically an asshole, use of alcohol and drugs, billy's abusive towards yn (kind of like how he is to max), yn hates nancy. an: this is based on the ask and also the song treat you better by shawn mendes.

DECEMBER 1982

Nancy Wheeler. You tried telling yourself that you liked her, that she was one of your best friends, that you couldn't say anything about her, because she was one of the kindest people you knew. But when you cried into your pillow every week, you knew you hated her.

She was always one better at you than everything. In sports, in your grades, in the things you had, in your looks, and now, how your best friend thought of you. Steve and Nancy had been dating for a year.

She joined the group in your freshman year, wanting to be popular, even though everyone else had already known each other since middle school, either by you or by Steve.

Nancy was your friend first, and you always hated yourself for introducing her to Harrington, but you and Steve were the founders of the group. Every year, you had been prom queen and king. And then Steve got an actual girlfriend.

"She's such a bitch," you arranged the photos on the yearbook spread, "Like, what does Steve see in her?" one of your other friends, Hannah, shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe you should just steal him from her. Hey, Greg? This article is for the tenth page." Hannah was Steve's friend, Josh's girlfriend.

There were seven of you in the group: you, Steve, Hannah, Josh, Isaac, Tracy, Nancy, and Peter. "You know, she asked me if she could come to our party. She's basically new meat. She just stole him..." Hannah rolled her eyes, "babe, that was two years ago. She's intune now. And I would love to do some insanely bitchy shit to her, but I tell Josh everything, and you know he has a big mouth. Steve would be so upset, especially after that Barb girl died. Just try and be happy for him." now you were the one roling your eyes, "I am trying to be happy for him. I'm always fixing his relationship problems for him. Sometimes I just wish that I wouldn't."

JANUARY 1983

You hoped your glowering wasn't too obvious, but you were glowering anyway as Steve and Nancy set their trays down on the table. They'd been dating for two years now, and it occured to you that your progress with dropping hints at Steve was going absolutely nowhere.

One of your friends, Tracy, turned to Isaac. He was a total nerd, but he was a shooter on the basketball team. "Apparently the new kid's really hot." and your ears perked at this, you were always a sucker for drama. You turned away from your conversation with Steve, "oh yeah? Who?" leaning in like you were discussing a very important matter. Steve frowned, although he didn't know why he was upset.

Tracy smirked, "Billy Hargrove. He's a total rebel and a bad boy, probably a druggie, too, but he's superhot. He's a surfer." Peter grinned at you, "so he's basically your type, then, Y/N." and you scrunched up your nose, "what? No, he's not!" trying your best not to look at Steve.

Hannah rose her eyebrows with a smirk, "you literally did it with that Munson guy at Josh's party, and he's Like, a satan worshipper or something." your jaw dropped at this before you crossed your arms, "no he's not! He's actually really nice, okay? And anyway I was shitfaced drunk that night so it doesn't count." and Peter snorted at this, "yeah. I bet he was only nice because you showed him your tits." Steve got up abruptly, clenching his fists over his lunch tray, glaring profuesly at Peter before grumbling loudly and walking off.

You threw Peter an injured look that was filled with sarcasm, flipping him the bird violently. Steve sat back down, folding his arms over the table. You turned to him, "what the fuck was that for?" and he shrugged, narrowing his eyes at you. "What?" grinding his teeth. You rolled your eyes, "whatever, asshole." Steve slumped in his seat, but only enough for you to notice. Isaac chortled loudly, "it's his time of the month." and all four of you girls yelled at him, you, Hannah, Tracy and even Nancy, who'd been silent most of the afternoon. "SHUT UP, ISAAC!"

The whole cafeteria turned to look at your table and Josh slapped him on the back, "this is why you don't have any girlfriends, Isaac." and Isaac rolled his eyes, taking Hannah's empty juicebox, scrunching it up and throwing it over the table at the head of a freshman grumpily.

MARCH 1983

Steve had said if anyone puked on his seats he was going to leave them on the side of the road. You'd asked him, "what if Nancy's the one who pukes?" and Steve said, "I'll toss her out of the car." and although Nancy had. been all pouty and miffed about it and Steve had asured her he would never do that, it still made you happy that he'd said that.

You'd gone shopping with Tracy and Hannah yesterday for a new outfit at Starcourt. You'd managed to leave Nancy behind, and you were glad that it had been a total anti-Wheeler bitch fest, but then you saw her and Steve coming out from the cinema with matching bracelets that were definetly homemade and it made you want to puke.

Even though you'd spent the rest of the afternoon crying, you looked fabulous, and it made you feel just a little bit better. And you felt even better when Billy Hargrove approached you at the party and called you hot.

Billy, the one guy who intimidated King Steve. He was smoking, and you guessed Tracy was right about the drug thing, but it was only marijuana, and Steve sometimes smoked marijuana, so. She was also right about him being superhot. This kind of guy wasn't normally your type, but you'd heard rumors about him, and they were all true.

For one thing, you'd seen him play at Steve's games. You'd seen him walk around the halls at school, how all the girls stared and all the guys were jealous of him. He might even be prom king this year. And you knew how Steve was upset that he wasn't the best player anymore. Oh, yeah. If it was anyone who was intimidating enough to get the attention of Steve "the Hair" Harrington, it was Billy Hargrove.

Billy spoke through the cigarette, "aren't you a pretty little thing?" you tried to look like you were hiding your blush, giggling softly. Billy smiled flirtatiousy and your stomach flipped. He leanerd in closer so you could smell him, cologne mixed with sweat, alcohol and drugs. "What do you say, you and I get out of here and I show you a good time?" and you were so tempted to say yes.

But then you saw Steve, from across the room, and you remembered what Steve smelled Like, of day-old sweaters and the leather seats of his car and his the old farmhouse you'd discovered when you were kids, still hanging out there with your friends to this day, and you smiled sheepisly sad, shaking your head.

"I'm sorry," you said at last, "but it's my friend's party and I'd promised I'd stay the whole night." But Billy wasn't miffed. All he did was smile charmingly, so, so hot, and took out a marker.

"Well, okay," and he took your arm, "call me if you ever want to." and you held your breath as he wrote the digits on your skin, body tingling as he walked away, into the crowd.

MAY 1983

Steve scowled as he and Nancy took their seats at the table. He didn't know why, but he hated seeing yn and Billy together. It really pissed him off.

Y/N used to wear Steve's sweaters all the time, Nancy didn't like his clothes. But now all she wore were that douchebag's leather jackets, and Steve hated that she looked good in them. Hot, even. But it didn't matter. Nancy was his girlfriend, and Y/N was Billy's.

Steve glared at the couple, "could you not? We're eating. Get a fucking room." and while you pulled away from Billy and blushed Like you were embarrassed, all Billy did was smirk. "You got a problem, Harrington?"

Steve scoffed and puffed out his chest. Tracy giggled softly, turning to Y/N. "Your boyfriend's so hot." and you blushed again, "yeah, he kind of is. Definitely Prom King material." Billy grinned, taking your hand, kissing it. "Not without my queen." Steve was gonna puke.

Isaac, Peter and Josh crossed their arms. Well, at least Steve had them on his side. They knew who yn really belonged with. Steve just needed Y/N to know.

Steve pulled Nancy close to him, "yeah, well, you've got competition, Hargrove." and Billy smirked again, cocking his head. "You sure about that, Harrington? I mean, you don't really fit the position, but Wheeler's got some damn hot boobs, I bet, and so does Y/N. Who knows? There might be two queens this."

Steve lunged across the table, scattering food trays and juice boxes astray. You got up from your seat lightning fast, shrieking loudly. "Steve!" and the sound brought a clarity to Steve's rage-filled mind.

Harrington. How do you like it when she's not yours?" And you had no idea what they were talking about. Steve snarled, "shut your fucking mouth." sitting back down.

One of the teachers began to glare at your table. "Steve." you said again, gesturing with your head. Steve huffed Loudly, "yeah, yeah, I know."

As soon as you, Steve and Jamie were in class, Steve hauled you over to the empty desk next to his, taking your stuff with him even though you both knew Jamie would be listening in. She was like that. And besides, she was your best friend. It was her duty.

When your English teacher, Mr. Watson, wasn't looking, Steve broke into the conversation angrily. "Why do you spend time with that freak? He's a douchebag, yn! Have you seen the way he treats his little sister? He's no good for you! He doesn't deserve you. He's an asshole, I -"

"Mr. Harrington! Is there something you would Like to share with the class?" and Steve brought his attention to the front of the clasroom, "no, sir." falling quiet. He didn't speak to you for the rest of the lesson, except for when you asked to borrow his eraser and he said, "yeah, here." he touched your palm while giving it to you and he was sure he imagined your blush.

JUNE 1983

The ringing phone in your room woke you up at nine o'clock on a Sunday morning. You groaned loudly before stumbling out of bed, Steve's old gym shirt flowing past your knees. Your legs were cold.

It was Billy. Great. Just great. "You wanna come over?" god, no. You shook your head, "no, I can't, I'm sorry. I've got to study. No distractions," you added, remembering that one time you let Billy come over while you were studying. You could literally see his shrug, "all right."

You groaned in relief as Billy hung up, walking back over to your bed, sliding back under the doonas. You didn't actually have any studying to do. Billy was just... a handful. Steve was right about that.

The phone rang again. "For fuck's sake!" you shouted angrily, stomping back over. You were about to yell at Billy, no shits to give, but Billy spoke before you could yell at him. "Are you at home?" and you grumbled loudly, "yes, I already said I'm at home studying." and you could almost hear Billy's grin, "that was a trick question. I know you're at home, because I'm calling you with the phone in your living room." that was so fucking creepy! Why would -

"Steve?" "Ya-huh. Your mum let me in." oh. So Billy wasn't Billy. Billy was Steve. You blew out heavily into the reciever, "oh thank god, I -" and Steve grinned at the front door of your room, "let me guess. You didn't want it to be Billy?"

You wanted to say yes, so bad. You just wanted to cry to him, admit that he'd been right all along, tell him how much you hated Billy, kiss him and say, please, please take me away from here.

But then you remembered your birthday party in 1981 where your newest guest, Nancy Wheeler, was making out with your best friend and crush, Steve Harrington.

You shook your head, "no. I'm just glad it was you." Steve grinned, "is that my shirt?" even though he already knew the answer as he walked into your bedroom. You rolled your eyes, "of course it is, Steven."

but Steve was still grinning, "don't you have Billy's clothes to wear?" and you scowled at his words, "I'm not wearing leather jackets to sleep." though that wasn't the full reason why you didn't wear Billy's clothes. You had a lot of his shirts. It was just... they didn't smell like Steve.

Steve rolled his eyes, "whatever. Can you not talk about Billy for like, just five minutes?" and your jaw dropped at him, "are you serious, Steven? You were the one who brought him up!" and you crossed your arms, glaring at him profuesly, trying to figure out exactly why he was blaring so hot and cold.

Steve sighed sheepishly, "alright. I'm sorry." pulling you close and hugging you. "Hey. Wanna go watch a movie or something?" speaking into the top of your head. You smiled into him, "yeah, sure. Just let me get changed." and Steve pouted at this, "but Iike it when you wear my shirts. Nancy never wears my clothes." and you scowled, "I'll get arrested for nudity. Now turn around, you perv."

Steve grinned, "whatever you say." and you checked that he really was turned around before pulling off his gym shirt and throwing on a dress. Steve whined loudly, "Y/N! Can't you wear one of my jumpers. Please." and you scoffed, "you act like you want people to think we're dating!" you waited for a reaction, but all Steve did was smile. You rolled your eyes, "fine. Now come on!"

Monday night

Steve loved the roads near Y/N's house. All the cobblestones were broken, but there was a time where they were kids and he played a game with her where you couldn't touch the lines on the road. She got a scrape on her knee and cried into him for half an hour before letting him put on the band-aid, but it was one of his favourite memories.

He was playing the game now, though he was sure he'd stepped on at least five or six lines. He was too preoccupied, distracted.

"Don't say it's bullshit, Nancy!" Steve was the second to raise his voice, throat shaky. "Don't fucking say it's bullshit!" tears were threatening to spill from his eyes as Nancy crossed her arms, "oh yeah? It's bullshit. B - U - L - L - S - H -" Steve slammed the door in her face, anger seething out. It was the fourth time they'd broken up, but this time Steve knew it was final. He didn't love her anymore. He was pretty sure he'd never loved her.

"YOU SAID YOU WERE STUDYING BUT I SAW YOU WITH HARRINGTON AT STARCOURT, AND YOU WERE WEARING HIS JUMPER! YOU'VE BEEN SLEEPING WITH HIM, HAVEN'T YOU? I'VE SEEN THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HIM, YOU FUCKING SLUT!"

The rage and sirens blew through Steve's mind. All he saw was red, red as Billy grabbed Y/N's wrist, red as Steve barrelled over across the road to where they were standing.

Steve tried his best to be gentle, but he threw Y/N away from Billy, shoving her lightly to the side, out of his reach. He drew an invisible line from him, Y/N, and Billy, and as soon as Y/N was on his side of the line, Steve tumbled over, yelling in rage.

You watched the scene in horror. Steve was wrestling with Billy, screaming, literally screaming, in his face. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER, HARGROVE!" the shock rested on your face and you were sure that it would never come off. "DON'T FUCKING TREAT HER LIKE THAT, YOU ASSHOLE!"

But then Billy laughed, flipping the two of them around so that he was the one giving the punches, and you were still watching in horror before a scream leapt out of your mouth. "STEVE!" you tried to run over but your legs wouldn't move. They were glued to the ground, fearful of what would happen if they did.

Steve grunted softly before heaving his breath heavily, muttering something under his breath. Then you screamed again, because now Steve was throwing punches. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen until Billy clocked out.

Your legs started working again. The tears sprang from your eyes as you ran over, shattered and uneven breaths tumbling from your mouth. "Steve," his name came out as more of a gasp, you reached up to try to clean the blood from his face but he took your hand away gently, shaking his head.

"Are you okay?" he pulled you close to him and even though you hated yourself for it, you cried into his shirt. You nodded violently, choking out the words. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Are you - are you okay? Stevie." looking up at him with big, doe eyes.

Steve grunted again before nodding, "yeah, I'm okay. I just. God, I fucking hate your boyfriend." he let out a hollow laugh and you thought for a while. You sniffed, "he's not my boyfriend anymore." and Steve hugged you again, "good."

There was a long, calming silence when you spoke again. You stood on your tip-toes to look him in the eyes, "Stevie?" and he placed his lips on your head, "hmm." the words tumbled out unwillingly, "would it be okay if I kissed you?" knowing full well what the answer would be, knowing full well that loved Nancy and not you.

So it shocked you when Steve smiled and said, "I was actually planning on doing that." but you put your head into his shirt softly and mumbled the words, "no, it's okay. I know you love Nancy. Don't kiss me just 'cause I asked you. I was just being silly, I -"

Steve groaned into the kiss, and it was just like how he'd thought it would be. Your lips were soft and warm and radiated a warmth through his entire body. He was so scared to let go, afraid you would break if he did, but when he finally pulled apart, he saw your smile, and he knew you were not broken anymore. Steve kissed your forehead softly, "I love you." you buried your head into the neckline of his shirt, "I love you too."

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littleghoulghost · 1 year

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Hi, would you like to write a story were little ghoul has one of her days were she just wants mountain and is like almost glued to him?

Thank you!

Oh my god glue anon, I've been trying to write this thing forever. I am so sorry it took so long, hopefully you enjoy it.

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Cling to Me

Mountain awoke to deep heaving sobs. They shook his frame from the tiny form clinging desperately to him. The cub had already soaked through his shirt, her tears staining it and turning her gray cheeks a bright red. Mountain began to rumble, silently wondering the cause of her distress. A nightmare?

The day never seemed to get any better. She clung to his uniform with sharp claws, tiny mouth down turned and eyes watery under her mask. Sniffles would occasionally break his concentration, yet the cub would refuse to make a sound. Dinner was a somber affair, ghouls dejected as the cub remained unresponsive to their antics.

Mountain huffed, getting up from the table and leaving the room. The cub began to cry behind him, still at the table as he walked away. Murmurs broke out at the table, comforting her. It grew quiet again he came back, dragging his mattress into the den and pushing aside the chairs before vanishing again towards the rooms.

The pack watched as Mountain continued bringing their mattresses, pillows, and blankets. Sunshine was the first to get up and help arrange everything, a nest for everyone to stay in for the night seemed necessary at this point.

Little Ghoul finally seemed to find comfort as she lay curled in the middle of her pack, sniffles gone, tears nowhere to be found. Papa would find them the next morning still sleeping as the fireplace glowed with dull embers.

#little ghoul #the band ghost #cardinal copia #cirrus ghoulette #mountain ghoul #papa emeritus 4 #sunshine ghoulette #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul

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stupendoussharkwolf · 1 year

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• i never hated you like i do right now •

Christmas morning, 1986.

Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Will, El and Mike arrived at Steve's house at 9 am, a little after their agreed time but they figured no one would mind.

But, once they entered the house, they saw all the other people; Dustin, Max, Lucas, Erica and Argyle, in the living room.

Steve was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey guys! Where's Steve?" Robin questioned the group, wondering where her best friend had hidden himself.

"Upstairs, he hasn't come down yet." Dustin explained, eating a gingerbread man from the kitchen, as the latecomers entered the lounge, where all the presents were laid out and labelled with names corresponding to attendees of the gathering.

Although, Nancy noticed, there was no Christmas tree. Odd, she thought to herself, given Steve's extremely Catholic upbringing. Nancy also noticed the absence of a certain curly-haired metalhead, who was usually the first one in attendance.

Robin nodded in understanding of Dustin's response before heading upstairs to find Steve.

"Steve?" Robin questioned softly, lightly knocking on his bedroom door. She had no idea of the scene that was waiting for her on the other side.

She slowly swung it open to peer inside, finding him sitting on his bed with his knees up to his chest and dry, salty tear-tracks down his face.

"C'mon, Dingus. What's wrong?" Robin asked softly, gently perching on the bed next to him.

" 'm not good enough." He whispered, staring at the end of his bed where the comforter tucked into the bed frame. His voice was flat and devoid of any of his usual charisma or 'Harrington-charm'.

"What are you talking about? Of course you're good enough. Everyone here loves you, Steve. That's why they're here." Robin responded, her response almost routine with how much Steve doubted himself.

"Eddie doesn't even want me anymore." Steve said numbly. The pain was still sitting in the middle of his chest, hard and painful, reminding him of how he wasn't good enough and of what he had lost.

Reminding him of losing the love of his life.

"I'm sure he does. Whatever you think is going on-"

"He broke up with me." He finally declared, voice wavering and lips trembling, daring himself to look up at Robin, aware of how awful he looked.

He was sure that his face was puffy, his eyes were red and that he had crusted tear stains on his cheeks. But Robin didn't care.

"I can't even bring myself to hate him, Robs. I love him so much." Steve whispered, a fresh tear trailing down his cheek, dripping onto the bedspread.

"Tell me what happened."

"Merry Christmas, Eds!" Steve happily greeted his boyfriend with a loving kiss before welcoming him into the house.

When the door closed, shutting out the cold December air, Steve handed Eddie his Christmas gift. And he was very excited for Eddie to open it to see his reaction.

But.

A sinking feeling of dread set deep in his stomach when Eddie laid the gift down on the nearby side-table.

"Steve.. we want different things from this relationship. So, I think it's better for both of us if we go our separate ways." Eddie said flatly, getting straight to the point.

That was the first crack in Steve's heart.

"We can work it out though, can't we?" Steve questioned, cursing himself for the tears that were already forming in his eyes.

"No, Steve, we can't. I can't do this shit anymore." Eddie answered, crossing his arms over his chest, closing off his body language.

"Eds, wh- are you breaking up with me?" Steve asked, trying to hide the way his voice wavered from the tears threatening to spill over.

"I'm sorry, Steve." Eddie responded, the only indication of him feeling the same way was the tears in his deep brown eyes.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to be together forever.

So, why was Steve's heart slowly shattering into a million pieces?

The final piece of his heart broke when he heard the sound of the front door closing behind Eddie for the last time.

"Did I do something wrong, Robs?" Steve asked weakly. He looked so broken.

"No. Steve, you did nothing wrong. This wasn't your fault, okay? You are an incredible person and any guy or girl would be lucky to have you. Eddie is an idiot for not realising that." Robin reassured him, a hand gently resting on his knee.

"Agreed." Nancy said softly from where she'd been listening from the doorway after following Robin upstairs.

Nancy gently wiped his eyes with her cardigan sleeve, trying not to dwell on how her breaking up with him way back in 1984 probably received a similar reaction.

Robin brought him a tissue and a bottle of water so that he could blow his nose and rehydrate himself after crying for almost fourteen hours.

"There are seven kids down there who are clueless as to what happened. So, you're gonna put on a show for them and pretend like nothing is wrong, alright? I know that you're probably in a lot of pain, but you can't let them catch on, yeah?" Robin instructed him as he took small sips of the water, relishing how cool it felt against his scratchy throat.

He nodded silently as he ran his fingers through his hair in a poor attempt to place it in its usual style without any products.

Fixing his clothes didn't take long. He took a hoodie and pulled it over his head, immediately regretting it. The hoodie smelled of Marlboro Lights. Eddie.

Robin took his hand as they went downstairs to the ground level of the house, where the commotion of everyone else talking, laughing and listening to Christmas music filled his ear.

"You got it, Steve." Robin said kindly, placing a hand on his shoulder, gently nudging him towards the living room.

And although his heart was breaking, he steadied himself with a deep breath, and he put on the best damn act of his entire life.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #sad now

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aki-shun · 11 months

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Yes, this is untitled too..(Your Mouth Is Too Sweet or Can I Quench Your Thirst??)

Why can't I find titles for this kind of one-shot short stuff?? But it doesn't matter, I guess.

Jade x GN reader. Fluff, kiss and others. Platonic Jade

These types of posts are sloppy compared to my other posts, both in terms of writing style and other things. Such posts are discarded in the days before a big/long post. So here comes a long post(s).

Eng is not my own language

Recently, Epel complimented you on a dessert they tried at the Mostro Lounge. Maybe it's the way you describe it, you're craving something you've never eaten before. You somehow found time for yourself and went to the Mostro Lounge to try that dessert. Even though it seems crowded, you found an empty place. You looked around until someone to take care of you came. You found a place in the corner. It was in a position where you could see everyone and everything clearly. Although the atmosphere is dark, the lights create a unique ambiance. You didn't notice that Jade had come near you as you looked around.

Good day [reader]-san. How nice to see you in the Mostro Lounge.

Oh Jade! Good day to you too.

Shall I bring the menu or is there something special you want already?

Yes, can I have (name of dessert) please.

Fufufu, of course. I'll bring it right now.

You keep people watching after Jade leaves. Azul was nowhere to be seen. Most likely, he was getting someone to sign a deal in the VIP room. Floyd was making presentations to a table in the middle, accompanied by small shows. It's nice to be able to see them from your angle. A short time later, Jade arrived with the dessert.

Here's your dessert [reader]-san. I hope you enjoy the dessert.

After thanking him, he walked away with his usual smile.

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The dessert was just as good as Epel praised it. With each bite, the fruit sauce in the dough exploded in his mouth. The portion was a little big for one person but the price was very reasonable. This is a good thing. You didn't want any drink with your dessert. Considering the portion of the dessert, it was quite normal to be thirsty. While looking for someone to ask for water, you saw Jade looking in your direction. It was a little far away and you were hesitant to call out because it was getting crowded. That's why you gave him a 'come' sign to come over to you. Even if you couldn't see it, his grin grew.

Is there a problem [reader]-san. Dessert you don't like it?

No no. Dessert was really good. It deserves a nice compliment. I just wanted water.

I understand Coming soon [reader]-san.

Before he left, he collected the plate of the finished dessert and other dishes on your table and left. A short time later he came back with a glass of water in his hand. He put the glass right in front of you. Just as you was about to thank him and take the glass, he stopped you and grabbed your chin with one hand, making you look at him. Before you could say anything, he pressed his lips to yours. He took advantage of your unresponsiveness from the sudden shock you were going through, making you open your mouth. You felt some liquid enter your mouth along with his tongue, water. You reflexively swallowed the water, but his tongue was still in your mouth. Leaning you further into your seat, he deepened the kiss and established dominance. He was really good at this. After a while he broke away from the kiss and a trace of saliva was left between you, connecting you to each other. He had a sinister grin on his face. Using his thumb on your lips, he wiped the saliva from your mouth.

Fufufu If your thirst is not quenched, do not hesitate to call me. I'll bring you water again.

As he left, your face in a mess as red as the roses in Heartslabyul. I hope they don't charge extra for this service :)

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I feel awkward writing this in the middle of a 34-person class..

Aghhh, I'm dealing with 17 drafts and two requests at the same time. And everything came together. But soon I'll get my layout (the layout that never existed) in place 💪

And if we think about the Leona x reader thing I wrote before; I have no problem with sweets, no.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #jade leech #jade × reader #jade twisted wonderland #twst jade

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crimsonfluidessence · 7 months

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Prompt 20: Hamper

Being the part-time therapist, according to Esredes, meant that you were the one destined to be alone. It was an occupation that barely existed, and you were the healer to everyone else. Someone had to be the one to simply absorb the pain and deal with it, and he was used to it already.

But one session that went particularly bad broke Esredes just a little. He was so incredibly frustrated that something in him twisted all out of place. And he found himself looking onto an old recommendation from a friend. He still didn't believe it was possible for the therapist to be helped, but what did he have to lose? So against all odds, the man tried to put himself in the other seat for once. At first it was just nice to talk about how everything felt, but it didn't take many meetings for the other person to tell him his core problem could never be fixed, and he would always have to choose between being well-liked and sincerity.

Well, he knew that already, and he knew the choice he'd make. So Esredes slipped the mask back on and left. He knew this was a truth, but now he didn't have to waste time figuring out if somehow he missed an answer like people kept insisting for him. They were just hopelessly idealistic, and he already knew exactly how the world worked. No more wasting time on things only meant for real people.

Some time later, Esredes was in the Firmament, when a white-horned Au Ra woman with a foreign accent approached him and started talking to him. That certainly wasn't a combination Esredes saw much of, but she was very nice and sweet, gentle and soft. And she said something about how it felt like something was on Esredes' mind, and she would be happy to listen if he needed to talk. A part of Esredes couldn't help but feel like it might be some kind of trap? But he did go to see her in an inn room in the Forgottten Knight, and everything was normal.

It wasn't until the middle of the conversation Esredes learned she also considered herself a therapist. Oh dear, had he just gone into therapy again, on accident? But he didn't care. Her advice was actually very good, and for the first time in a while, Esredes felt truly heard. He talked about the ongoing situation with his former squire coming back into his life recently but hating him, and she told him to bring him to a place of shared memories, to which in doing so the two were able to, albeit messily, sort out the problem and realize they were family. Outside of those discussions, Esredes slowly learned about Fuyu, as was her name, and they became friends. They went to the large and comprehensive aquarium in the Shroud and looked at fish for hours, he found her crying once and comforted and calmed her down, he encouraged her gently to stop picking at her scales as a bad habit, and albeit she was a wanderer, she said she'd stay in Ishgard for him. Fuyu really felt like a gentle and understanding friend, far beyond that he could usually imagine.

And then one day, she was kidnapped. It was out of nowhere, she went missing. Him and the rest of the people who hung around her quickly assembled to find her and bring her home, and it was a major relief they were able to. Esredes watched from a distance as she shut herself in her room after that, too afraid to go outside, and his heart sunk. A friend of his was hurting badly, and he knew it was his fault. The universe always punished him for getting too comfortable, or trying to have things go too well. She had been kidnapped because he sought out her help, he knew this in his bones. And he felt horrible for it.

It was then and there Esredes put a stop to his therapeutic pursuits. If he went back to her, she'd die next time. And he couldn't bear to kill her, or any other therapist, with his selfish desires. He had his place, he had his box, and he would not dare try to crawl out of it again.

He only wished he realized this earlier, before the damage has been done for his selfishness. Never again would he be that horribly selfish, he pledged to himself. Never again.

#fuyu #ffxivwrite2023 #in action #writing

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idv-ask-the-showman · 9 months

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since you started to work on the mirror essence’s skins, is it alright if I asked about some of the lore?

To be honest, the lore is kinda big and all over the place, and it's not finished yet, but I'll do my best to explain part of it, and what better way to start with the lore than with Laurence? I mean, he's the first skin I've posted, and he's also one of the characters I think about the most and have the most lore about of all. No worries, it won't be that confusing because Lau was present even before the mirror world existed.

Anyway here we go!! The following is the backstory of both Phineas, Laurence and Flynn but only at the beginning and not all of it and is a bit long and maybe OOC but bear with me!!

(TW:- death, grief and depression)

Laurence and Phineas were best buds in a small town back in the 1920s or 1960s. They had this one stupid habit since they were kids: sneaking out at night even though their families warned them it was dangerous, especially going to the nearby forest, which was like a death trap! They were fearless and somehow nothing bad ever happened to them, but that didn't apply to everyone else.

One day, Flynn caught his brother sneaking out and decided to secretly follow him to the forest. But damn, that place was so big and dark that he lost Phineas, who had already met up with Laurence. They were fooling around like always. Meanwhile, poor Flynn was lost deep in the scary forest, all alone and terrified, screaming for his brother for help, but no one heard him. Well, almost no one. It seems his cries caught the attention of some wild wolves, and that definitely wasn't a good thing.

Phineas and Laurence were hanging out under their favorite big willow tree in the middle of the forest. They were so far away from the town by this point. Suddenly, they finally heard Flynn's screams, and they were filled with terror. Fear covered both of their faces as they jumped up and raced to save Flynn, wherever he was and whatever danger he was in. But then, the screaming stopped, making Phineas even more terrified.

They finally found Flynn, being attacked by wild wolves! They grabbed anything they could find to scare the wolves away. After a long and painful fight, they managed to chase them off. But it was too late. Flynn was on the verge of death, blood everywhere from his ripped-off arm. Phineas picked him up, trying to run back to the town for help, but they were so far away that Flynn died in Phineas' arms, nowhere near any the town nor any help.

Laurence could only stand there, in shock, as Phineas cried and begged God not to take away his brother. It only got worse from there. Phineas fell into deep stage of grief and depression. He isolated himself, hating the world outside and blaming himself for Flynn's death. Years went by, and he never got better. All Laurence could do was be there, comforting him, but it broke his heart to see his once lively and cheerful friend turn into a shell of his former self.

Then one day, Phineas went missing, like he vanished into thin air. Rumors started flying around, each one worse than the next. Laurence couldn't stand hearing those awful rumours anymore, so he decided to find Phineas or at least some clue about what may had happened to him. The first place he thought of was the forest where Flynn died. He searched for hours, reaching the deepest parts and the willow tree where they used to hang out. Everything seemed normal and he was about to give up… until he stumbled upon a mirror embedded in the ground. Oddly enough, he saw no reflection in the mirror, even his own.

While staring at the reflection-less mirror, Laurence thought he saw Phineas for a split second and turned around, thinking his friend was behind him. But he wasn't. Only an unclear image of Phineas was in the mirror, confusing Laurence even more. He leaned in to get a closer look but ended up falling into the mirror like a rabbit hole!

...That was the day Laurence disappeared, never to be seen again. It was also the day that marked the first victim of The Mirror's World.

I would had talked more about the lore but I feel this is enough for now :)!!

#the circus of mirrors essence #identity v oc #identity v #identity v ask blog #idv #identity v hunter #phineas smith #ask blog #ask #the showman phineas #identity v survivor #news reporter// laurence godfrey #Flynn smith #the knives thrower

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whifferdills · 2 years

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i forgot that this season has four episodes whoops o.k. where were we

GALLIFREY: TIME WAR: DESPERATE MEASURES:

YMMV but I love how incredibly on the nose this is, great companion to Chibnall Who wearing a sandwich board that says I Am About Imperialism: Ask Me How.

My children....how will my war be won? Project Revenant, the occlusion. The wheels of Gallifrey keep turning. Narvin finding an out for Livia via taxes, lmao, nerd. The presumption of the inevitability of Romana being president again (regeneration on election isn't just a loophole, it's suicide by politics). (Narvin's not jingoistic, Romana, he's desperate and you are all the eggs in his single basket. The last time he was like this, he accidentally started the Time War 🚩🚩). Valerian the soldier, who can trace his lineage to Rassilon, from a noble and ancient house. If you know what I mean. Draining the swamp, making Gallifrey great again, etc.

Romana, of course, doing this alone, her last friend and ally conscripted and tossed into the Death Zone. Be careful where you step - remember who writes those histories. Romana trying to make a deal with the Daleks; the continuing specter of Etra Prime. Narvin and Carla and the ongoing interpretation of loyalty. The threat of Time Lords regenerating into Daleks (what was I saying about Time War paralleling the Chibnall Master Plan...the Master's deal with the Cybermen in s12 feels a little pointed in this context). Brax swooping in at the last minute again, Romana refusing to concede gracefully. Everyone's favorite daddy despot coming home as the occlusion collapses.

I forget what the consensus is on this season but I honestly kind of love it? The middle is a better experiment in form than "Intervention Earth"/"Enemy Lines", the set-up for the arc is solid, it's cynical w/o being grim and while frontloading the "deaths" leaves the rest of the series unbalanced it doesn't like...not work. I like the grinding go-nowhere bookending it, Romana clinging on to the idea of Gallifrey and Narvin unspooling his tether, the place where it frays and then breaks already noted down. You can't change the system from within, you can't fix this by using the tools of the empire that broke it. Neither the Time Lords or the Daleks will win this war, we know that, the story knows that. Onwards, inexorably, inevitably.

& I like the hole in the narrative that the Dr is, how their relationships with Ace and Leela are warped into these horrible fascinating mirrors, how neither Brax nor the Master can bring themselves to finish twisting the knife, how it all makes so much sense in their heads but they are not ever gonna tell you exactly why. & how all of that works against Romana and Leela and Ace being partially defined by the Dr, built up around the shape of him and then put into a story where he emphatically isn't.

That said. Inviting the Master's brand of psychosexual weirdness into the greater Gallifrey polycule doesn't quite work and is like..part of why I don't love what Time War does with Leela is that this huge life-altering hinge point happens in an episode dominated by a character who is doing this as a side bit for his main story. Being sidelined in the story about how she wound up sidelined....no. I think they missed a trick by not giving her the upper hand (at least up until the narrative demands she lose it) as a grown-ass woman who has done this before, in contrast to Ace's still-coltish twenty-something who is just steamrollered by Brax until she finally snaps back. Then again I feel like they always miss a trick by not doing much with Ace and Leela, so 🤷🏻

(I was gonna say they could have given him Narvin but aside from that fucking what does work in the episode, Dr Who just does not care about or for Narvin in any way, 100% pure disdain, and imo that would outweigh any of the weird spy-coded frisson that might arise. Altho it'd be funny to witness the Master simply not bothering while Narvin descends into his slime pit of homophobic homoeroticism)

#dr who #the conga line over rassilon's grave #big finish gallifrey #i love the like....Narvin knows better now. and he's so angry at the war council dumping the phaidon refugees #in the nearest convenient spot #but he's still trying to pick up the tools of gallifrey (and specifically a gallifrey spiraling into xenophobic nationalism and militarism)#and use them to his advantage. like he might not believe what he's saying but he's still saying it #none of this is easy or automatic for him. & that's what happens when you're in a positiion of privilege like that and you start trying #to untangle your bullshit #you get halfway and stall out #bc you can't just like. unstick yourself from the system like that #anyway. anyway!

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gazelessmenagerie · 2 years

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1, 7, 10, 13 (for Broly)

sexuality & gender diversity headcanons.

1. what do you label your muse as, and how do they label themselves? is there a difference, and if so, why? 7. how public is your muse about their gender / sexuality / romantic attraction? 10.how does your muse feel about not being cis or straight? are they content with it, proud, ashamed? would the situation be the same if the culture or surrounding support systems were different? 13. Was your muse ever in denial about the matter? Do you have any examples of specific instances where it was particularly obvious?

1. It’s pretty safe to say I label him as being demi-sexual/romantic. Doesn’t have much/any want for multiple partners even if they’d be nothing more than one night stands/flings. As for him, well, he doesn’t give one flying shit about it as in his eyes, he only views someone as being worthy of him or not. That in itself is already a tall order considering his anti-social tendencies, violent behavior, and already believing he’s above pretty much anyone due to his power. It never was much of an issue either growing up considering he had nothing to explore or even think of with his father’s control over him; BUT-- that isn’t to say he didn’t had some moments when his eye manages to catch someone attractive in his view. However, that’s all it was, a visual attraction/eye candy without the substance of any emotional attachment / note worthy traits he finds attractive so it was quick fell through his mind and pass them over after a while either by his own waning interest or, again, control enacted by Paragus.

7. For a guy who prefers to live out in the middle of nowhere, not very public. If/when he finds himself within the city or wherever civilization resides, there isn’t much telling about the way he swings by observation just due to how he pretty much has a lukewarm view of just about everyone. People can try to hit on him all day long till they’re blue in the face but chances are high he won’t get it or he’ll threaten them to leave him be once he gets annoyed with their attempts. There just isn’t any reason for him to be flamboyant about his preferences other than when he feels he needs to make a point VERY clear about who his partner belongs to when those situations crop up.

10. Honestly, the thought never came to him as he doesn’t abide by human social values / really any social values aside from what he personally chose to live by. He was never given much chance to explore things even for himself until he broke free and lives pretty much for himself at this point. Even then, he has little to no experience with sexuality until it hits him in the face that he actually likes someone and it goes deeper than a pretty face. Gender doesn’t apply itself bc its the substance of that emotional security/investment that truly matters to him. So.. with that said, in a somewhat ramble, he really has no reason to be ashamed of what he is no matter what labels he chooses to claim or doesn’t claim. He will take pride in his own preferences.

As for the last question.. that’s honestly hard to tell. Broly’s already pretty much a blank slate and though he gets the idea of sex and all, it just never hits him until that moment he actually starts falling for someone and has a multiple day/week of fighting himself over it. He has no support systems to speak of. The culture he was raised was pretty much being under control to be a living weapon with small instances of being shown paternal love now that he was rendered docile and tame. Trying to think of how his views would be different if things were different is honestly difficult ahafdng Maybe if he had support systems, he wouldn’t be AS fucked up but its a hard concept to grasp onto when he was stripped of his will and pretty much had that Hellish life. What sort of support system would even be able to live for him to lean on? How would it occur and help him understand things. What sort of culture would be present long enough to shape his views differently when all he does is destroy them in a berserker rage or at the command of Paragus?

Its.. honestly just the fact he was pretty much Isolated for a large chunk of his life that makes this last bit very difficult to answer even after thinking on it for like 6 hours now ahsfljgsjg. I’d like to imagine if he DID have that support system, he’d possibly be a little more recipient towards identifying himself as opposed to having a vague idea of ‘ if they’re worthy of my attention, I want them. ‘

13. Denial.. oh man that’s his entire goddamn world the moment he realizes he keeps thinking about someone more than he should. He’ll go to outright war with himself over it, the bitter and angry side biting into his mind while the side that wants this relation bc of emotional validation/wants is biting back just as hard. Its not his sexuality or romantic orientation that he gets into a tizzy over than it is the being he’s fallen for taking up so much damn space in his mind. It’s a craving he can’t shake off, their smell, their looks, their touch, etc. Examples pretty much are with the ships he has where its just a complete mess with him trying to rationalize or deny why tf is he up at godforsaken hours in the night thinking about this. Why does he get this strange feeling in his body?? Is he sick???? Why is he being a little more gentle.. almost like it feels alright to let his guard down. Is he just fooling himself?? Violence and Gentleness are both inherent in him, its just the fact he never had a chance to reach for that ‘other’ side of himself.

its a mess with him to put it frank bc of how he was raised and being overall inexperienced with feeling emotions beyond Anger / craving that emotional void to be filled once its been touched by someone else’s hand gently caressing it. I mean the bastard’s crazy enough to destroy an entire city just to find the person of his obsession/affections.

#likesguyskakarot #|| Tag: Answered #|| Character Study: {Broly}#( alfskljg i had to sit and really think hard about some things cause I never thought of em before. )#( im pretty sure I'm still not wholly concrete in places and pardon my rambling for it. )#( this is just........i'd say a rough initial concept anflsjg but always able to be refined or changed as things progress. )#( anyhow. hope that made sense enough??? thanks for the ask ;w; this was hella fun to poke my brain over on. )

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I'm going to be very brutally honest and open in a way I'm not with many people, because everyone starts going "oh my god thats so horrible" and it turns into me comforting that person instead of me being able to talk openly about how bad things are.

I want to fucking kill myself. Every second of every day. I've blocked out most of my memories because the harassment and bullying thrown at me from such a young age genuinely fucked me up to the point of several attempts at taking my own life throughout my school life. I'm not trying to unblock these memories because they would be too harmful to go through again. I coped by clinging to music, finding bands like Paramore to keep me going, but it was always a struggle because god forbid I have a good life.

Growing up in the middle of Bath, NY has genuinely scarred me, being openly queer as soon as I realized it because the people shouting "faggot" at me were just several years too early. These struggles lead to some very dark moments with mom, when she would lock me outside in snow storms when we would fight, meaning that my only parent isn't someone I can ever be fully open with because I'm afraid it'll happen again if it's ever brought up. This is the first time she's heard this from me, probably only hearing it through the grapevine previously if at all. Unfortunately, that time frame happened to be when I was trying to learn to drive, and then having to wait a few years to be able to get behind the wheel of the new car meant that I'd already resigned myself to being stuck in this town. I'm still living with her because I have no other option. Bath isn't known for being full of queer folks, so the required "partners move in together to be able to afford rent" would be almost impossible, one person showing interest but no compatibility, and no one out of town willing to spend gas money on a sad lil fat-ass faggot in Bath.

I'm excellent at what I do, which is just being a digital media artist in general, but there's nothing anywhere nearby that lets me do that without me starting my own business, and being so broke for my entire life means I cant afford to do that, and I can't afford to move anywhere that would let me persue those talents.

After that music festival fucked me over, everything I knew about myself was thrown out the window. I've realized I'm more than likely not a trans girl, but that just means now I'm unhappy in my own body and have no way to fix it because I'm broke in the middle of nowhere with no way out surrounded by bigoted assholes who still shout "faggot" out of their truck windows when they drive by me walking somewhere.

This is all on top of the knowledge that the world's gonna burn before the rich fucks in charge give up their money, and I'm stuck working dead end jobs that I honestly only like because they've got a few good moments compared to the jobs that don't. I'm literally just getting through every day, beaten down and broken, just to wake up the next morning and do it all over again.

The good moments are there, but theyre so fucking rare that the bad moments outnumber them 10 to 1, and those bad moments have only gotten worse and worse. They're unbearable anymore. I cannot keep going. Then, lets address the whole therapy thing, because what's a therapist going to do? Tell me how to cope with it, but not how to feel better. They'll teach me techniques to just keep going, but when life is genuinely this horrible, why would I want to keep going? Just to keep being beaten down and tormented until eventually the world falls apart or I collapse on the job? I don't want to keep going because it's genuinely not worth it.

When life is this miserable, this consistently, for this long, there's no light at the end of the tunnel. What, another concert to keep me together just long enough to get me to the next concert that I can't afford?

If someone handed me a loaded shotgun and told me "do whatever you want" I would have my mouth around that barrel and the trigger pulled before I could even think about it. The only reason I'm not offing myself right this moment is because I want it to be quick and guaranteed. No slitting my wrists because there's a chance it'll just disable me and I'll survive, and even if I don't it'll take a few moments of pain to get there, and I don't want more pain, I just want it to be over.

And the "stay alive for the people you care about" only makes me feel worse about it, it's not fixing anything but it's adding so much guilt to everything I do. And lets be honest: yall might be sad for a bit, but that sadness isn't nearly as bad as what I feel day to fucking day. I'm broken, beaten and have no way to fix it with no hope, why would I want to go on?

and I'm not sharing this for sympathy. I'm sharing this because no one actually knows how bad it is for me, to the scale I experience this, because no one can listen much further without being upset and having to stop, and that moment where you can just stop is what I'm lacking. There's no end for me.

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