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sometimesiammybpd · 6 months ago

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okay so part 2 of the post i made yesterday as of writing. still not feeling any better. i don't know. i feel guilty. i feel like i had no right to cut them off and it's kinda eating at me in ways i don't understand but also do?? it's just driving me insane. but as i do best, i will be pushing it down deep after this post. (/hj.)

the post i wrote about the first friend, which you can view here, was more straightforward in terms of what caused the friendship to reach the end and why i had to say i can't do this and cut them off. doesn't make it easy at all to deal with, but. yeah. the other friend, whom i will actually name because there's unfortunately a lot to talk about, is way less straightforward. going forward, i'm gonna refer to them as blake. me and blake both met before either one of us was 18. it was actually during the high school era that i've mentioned prior. blake and i met through a mutual friend group on xbox. the friend group was incredibly toxic and disgusting in so many ways, so it makes it kinda ironic that for a while that was the one good thing to come out of it. for reference, the FG was incredibly racist, extremely far-right, homophobic / transphobic, sexist / misogynistic, basically of the things you think of once you hear "extremely far-right." their most notable contributions were consistently using the hard r n-word for a bunch of white men, bullying others because they got sick kicks out of it, and . . . something i'll go into in a second. mainly because this is the only time i'll ever talk about this in detail. i hate all of them so much, so it's not that enjoyable for me to have to bring it up a bunch lol. but yeah, me and blake met in this group. the honest reason it got the two of us connected was that we were the only two to not participate in anything the group did, outside of playing games with them. and as they told me at one point, what interested them about me was i was so different from the rest of them. their notable moment was when everyone was screaming their heads off like a bunch of 15-16 y/os do when playing call of duty while i was chilling playing tetris because i hate call of duty. that still stands by the way. would rather play tetris, portal, celeste, etc., than ever willingly play COD or fortnite because that was also one of their big hits.

anyways, we started to distance ourselves from the group and got closer with each other after a while. ESPECIALLY after the incident as i call it. well, two, but one is not my story to tell. the one i can talk about was the most fucked up thing i've ever experienced besides the overwhelming amount of pedos i had to deal with in the community i was in at that time. what they did was they started a call with everyone and invited me and blake to it. and once everyone was in and they got settled in, someone got the bright idea to suggest all of them roleplay the holocaust. and yes, i'm being completely serious. one of them was hitler. a few portrayed the ss. a few were regular jewish people and one person in particular wanted to RP being put in a gas chamber and being murdered from it. if you're going "what the honest fuck am i reading," imagine how it felt to have them play it out in real time. we both left the call a few minutes into them starting this because there was no way in hell we'd support that and we couldn't call them out because none of them took that lightly. so we just left and let them do whatever the fuck they thought was appropriate. and that's how a lot of our early friendship went. us getting closer because we'd rather hang 1 on 1 than be a part of that group. and eventually we both left the group.

our friendship started to fall apart soon after, but this is kinda where the sunk cost fallacy set in and neither one of us really wanted to end it. we fought, a lot. it was always caused by a mix of them being so stubborn and unwilling to listen to me about anything that the second i mentioned i had a problem, they'd start either blaming me OR forcing me to listen to what they believed to be the solution without me being able to say a word AND my toxicity. this was right around when i lost almost all my friends because none of them could stand being around me anymore, so it makes sense that we fought a lot. but it also carried over into me trying to change. they always said they weren't, but they were in the camp of people saying they believe i changed while in reality treating me like i never can, which was ALSO a big part of the arguments and fights we'd have. the one i still remember in detail was after i had lost almost everyone and finally had to go to my therapist and say "i need to change. i need to actually put in the work because i don't want to lose anyone else." give it about 6 months and the fight happened. it was caused because i wrote a post on my instagram venting. i admittedly had less of a platform to stand on in hindsight than i wanted to pretend in the moment, but the post went something like this:

i am so fucking done with everyone. it's so unfair of all of them to tell me to fuck off basically and that i never own up to anything or take responsibility or whatever and yet i've never heard them own up to anything they've done. i cannot fucking be 100% in the wrong all the time and i seriously wish people would stop treating me like it. how do you expect me to change when this is how everyone acts towards me?

something like that. it was definitely longer but i don't have the og post anymore. not that that really matters, but it gets the point across lol. like i said. i don't think i had the footing that i thought i did back then in hindsight. i had barely made any progress when i wrote that post. and i mean. what i said was true and it's something i still deal with to this day, but yeah. blake saw the post. i had turned comments off because it was a vent post. i didn't want to hear what others had to say because i just needed to get it out of my head. blake didn't care, though. they dm'd me within minutes saying (paraphrased):

"maybe if you actually put in the work to change, grew up, and stop making mistakes, they'd stop blaming you."

i remember them saying that to me so vividly. it's not word for word, but it was what stuck with me because i almost cut them off then. like that hurt me. even with how i view it now, i still know how i felt then. i just fucking wanted to be heard. i wanted someone to actually listen to me and not just dismiss me because i was toxic or whatever. because i felt so fucking alone. and this was / is one of my biggest standing issues with blake. they always dismissed me and sided with others, except for a few specific occasions. which btw, it's worth mentioning this was when nathan came into my life. it was . . . i think a few months after us first meeting, but around that time. this is the segue into the next part.

i mentioned in the post about him that i had a friend that went and spoke to nathan when i couldn't. when i mentally and physically couldn't because i was on the brink of suicide or because of the paragraphs of accusations effectively that got sent to me the one day by nathan. blake was that friend. and i don't wanna downplay that. the friendship had its moments where it actually was decent. the two specific moments (as mentioned above) were some of the few times blake actually treated me like a proper friend. i really really appreciated them for going to nathan on the day i wanted to die and talking to them for me because nathan was telling me "if i ignored them, they'd kill themselves." and i do remember that conversation they had because blake tried to get them to see they were an alcoholic and admit it because it was causing more problems than good anything . . . to which, they didn't. they actually shut up and stopped responding once the alcoholism got raised. either way, it was a moment of good. and it's one of the reasons why this was so hard for me because every moment wasn't bad. and i don't want to paint it like blake was a demon or something. when blake tried, they tried. the main issue is that they didn't really want to 95% of the time. but the friendship got a bit stronger after nathan, until it crashed again. then it got stronger . . . just to crash again. and that was the cycle.

i do something to certain people (nothing toxic) if i can't stand to be around you. or even talk to you. like you set me off so much, that your presence alone sets me off basically. i delete the dms completely. i don't delete dms unless it gets to that point, or we just drift apart naturally. and the amount of times i had to delete blake's dms on instagram because i couldn't stand to even see their name anywhere close to my dms is insane. genuinely for me, our dms never went longer than 6 months at the most because i'd end up getting set off by them again and again and then deleting the dms to get away. and what i came to realize by the end of it was that anything they did would set me off (by the end). it had been the same fucking cycle over and over and over that the second the arguments even seemed to start, i couldn't take it. and that has us arrive to now, the final breaking point for me.

a few days ago, i finished the bridge on the song i've been writing. see this post if you wanna read more about it. and i'm really really happy with the mostly-final lyrics. the way the song is structured is at the end of chorus 2, the singer's ex-friend who had tried and tried to put up with them and get them to realize they needed to change finally had enough and left, which sends the singer into a mental breakdown-fueled spiral. i'm going to show the lyrics in context, but i want it to be known before you read them that it's supposed to be extremely fucked up on purpose. the things the singer says, i never said to anyone. yes the singer is somewhat a portrayal of myself from that time of my life, but it's mainly supposed to show that they are grasping at straws to justify why they aren't at fault; why it has to be someone else's fault that everything has fallen apart and why they're losing people.

okay here's the lyrics:

[chorus - the other side] choose to blame us for a life you made it’s being held accountable that’s got you so afraid as you kept digging a hole that’s too deep your toxicity is the only thing you want to keep i’m finally done, i’m wiping my hands clean you mattered to me until this became your routine what’s best for me doesn’t mean you’ll get closure i hoped you would change, you can’t see it’s over [bridge - the singer] i hope you understand the decision you’ve made cause it seemed to be so easy for you to throw me away so go kill yourself, end your stupid meaningless life to me you’re just a worthless bitch who deserves to fucking die you’ll blame me for everything when it’s all because of you i’m just a liar here to support your perfect worldview trash me behind your back, turn me into your martyr whatever helps your ego grow larger and larger do you even comprehend the situation we’re in or is it your toxicity that thinks you aren’t a has-been you should be terrified that you don’t feel any shame would your younger self be okay with who you became look around, you’re the only fucking noticeable thread instead of learning from your mistakes, you’d rather be dead do you even have a conscience or are you really this hopeless your time is running out, accept it’s time for you to confess

i put the last two stanzas in bold because the way i also wrote the bridge is that the first two is the singer and the second two is the voice in their head finally speaking up. finally going "you are the problem," which was the wake-up moment for me (not that it wasn't there, but that i couldn't ignore it any longer).

i sent these to blake because i was and am really proud of these lyrics. and the response i got was "this better not be about me because i'll cry." that genuinely took me aback. so i responded, word for word, with:

why in the hell would you think this is towards anyone 💀 i would never willingly tell someone to kill themselves

and what response did i get?

idfk girl i've been working all day im not exactly trying to think on my break

in case it's not clear, that's a bad response. it's an objectively bad response. i don't take it lightly when i'm even being "jokingly" accused of telling someone to off themselves ESPECIALLY NOT IN THIS CASE. and what really went through my mind was the confirmation that they really see me that way. because why would you say anything close to "this better not be about me" if you didn't believe that i might actually do that. i never responded to that message because i knew if i were to say anything, it'd be so disgusting and toxic that it was beyond not worth it and i didn't wanna go down that road again. because that seriously set me the fuck off. i didn't initally even do anything but after a couple hours, i said fuck it. i didn't want to be a part of this friendship anymore. that was the final straw. so i removed both of them from my followers, my friends list on discord, and other things we were friends on.

i don't know. maybe i should have said something. maybe not? all i know is i feel broken. i am so tired of having to end friendships and give up because i can't get friends that actually care about me. and that's just also how it feels about my overall life. it just sucks. i don't know.

#bpd vent #actually bpd #actually mentally ill #i hate losing friends #why can't people be decent #why can't my life be normal

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cevansbrat0007 · 3 years ago

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oh ok. i was wondering if u could do something where y/n steve and bucky r on a road trip and while they’re in a more desolate area she’s misbehaving so they stop the car and all get out and paddle her over the hood of the car? maybe not a lot of ppl see obv since it’s an empty ish road but maybe one or two cars drive by ��

Know Your Girl

Summary: You piss Steve and Bucky off on the way to a Party. Read the earlier installments: No Biting, Watch Your Hands, Don’t Keep Secrets Steve Rogers x Black!Reader x Bucky Barnes *Warnings: Angry Stucky, Daddy Kink, Spanking with a Paddle, Cursing, Bratty Reader, Butt Plugs, Pet Names, Minors DNI _______

Yes, you were sulking. So what? You’d told Steve and Bucky that you hadn’t wanted to go to this stupid party from the beginning. In fact, you’d even begged them to let you stay home, which was unusual for you since you were always begging to get out of the damn house.

Had they listened to you? Of course not! They had informed you that if you couldn’t be bothered to shower and dress yourself, then they would do it for you. And they had promised that you wouldn’t enjoy it.

Not wanting them to make good on their threat, you’d done as they asked. Both of your men, or your Daddies as they were, knew that you didn’t exactly care for many of the people attending this party. This was especially true of the women, it was something about this particular group…they had no shame. You walk into the wrong room and you might interrupt a multi-person sexcapade.

That’s not to say you weren’t open minded, because you were. After all, you were dating two men at the same time. Two men who had, uh, a number of questionable business dealings.

So here you sat in the back of the town car, sandwiched between your incredibly handsome boyfriends. They were both dressed to the nines. If you had to be honest, seeing them decked out in their matching black suits…it was hard not to want to jump their bones. But right now, you’re angry. You’re pouting. And if there is one thing your men hate when it comes to you, it’s pouting.

Too damn bad, boys. You’re gonna have to deal with my shitty attitude all fucking night if I feel like it. You think to yourself.

Bucky’s hand grips your knee, stroking it gently. “I’m going to need to see a smile, doll. And I’m going to need to see it fast.” You look over at him and make a show of narrowing your eyes.

With a sigh, you purse your lips and return your eyes to the road ahead. “I told you I didn’t want to come. I’m here under duress. Therefore, I think it’s only fair that you accept whatever attitude I choose to give you.”

The weight of Steve’s gaze heats your skin. “Y/N, how many times do Daddy Buck and I need to remind you to do as you’re told?” You say nothing. “We’ve promised you that no one is going to touch you tonight. You believe us don’t you?” His lips brush your check as they sweep their way down your neck, giving you goose pimples. You shrug him off, which makes him growl.

“I already told you that I am uncomfortable and I don’t want to go. You won’t listen, so guess who else won’t be touching me tonight?” They both turn to stare at you, as if daring you to finish your statement. “That’s right boys, it’s you.” Somehow you force yourself to ignore their twin snarls.

“Not that I’m sure you’ll mind all that much. Those stupid bimbos you’re about to make me deal with will be all over you, I’m sure. Just like always.” And they would be, whereas you were practically forbidden from even making eye contact with another man, no matter how friendly the encounter seemed to be.

You pick up Bucky’s hand and remove it from your knee. “So, starting now, do not touch me.” You’re far too irritated to notice your slip.

Steve hisses out a breath as Bucky’s tongue kisses his teeth. “Is that so, baby?” Bucky responds, his voice soft and menacing. “And what gave you the right to keep our pussy from us?”

“Because it’s my pussy! It belongs to me, damn you.” You pound your fist into your lap while your men share a look above your head. Steve grabs ahold of your chin and roughly turns you to face him.

“You’re uncomfortable, sweetheart? Is that right?” When you try to jerk your head away he just applies more pressure, squeezing your cheeks. “Would you like Daddy Buck and I to show you just how uncomfortable we can make you?”

Your heart is pounding in your chest as Bucky leans over to whisper “because we can do that for you, baby. Would you like us to show you how?” He catches the lobe of your ear between his sharp teeth. Now your breath is coming in short, hot pants.

Using your last bit of courage, you manage to grit out: “I thought I told you not to touch me.”

Bucky leans away from you to press the intercom button. “Hey Monty, pull the fuck over. Now.” Immediately you feel the car coast to the side of the highway before coming to a stop.

Oh fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“Alright Monty, I want you to take a walk.” He reaches into his wallet to hand the man a crisp $100 bill. “How about you head over to that diner just down the road there, and order us all some burgers and sodas. Get something for yourself too. You know how Steve and I like ours, and as for Y/N here…no mayo, no onion, extra pickle. Bring plenty of napkins. We’ll see you in 30.” With that Monty is out of the car and striding down the road towards the tiny establishment.

“Yo Punk, did you bring it with you?”

“Of course I did.” Steve replies with a knowing smirk. “I told you we might need it. I know what I’m talking about when it comes to our girl, pal.” Your stomach drops when you see a flash of pink. Oh no…not…not… “That’s right, Princess. Your Daddies brought along your favorite paddle. See how much we care about you?” He sinks his pearly white teeth into his lower lip.

They open their respective car doors and get out, before requesting that you do the same. When you hesitate for a fraction too long, Bucky yanks you out himself. With minimal effort, he drags you around the side of the car away from traffic. Not there was much traffic on this stretch of the highway anyway. You couldn’t seem to recall the last time you’d even seen a car pass you by, coming or going.

“No…no please.” You whimper when it finally dawns on you what you’ve done to yourself. “Daddy I - I’m sorry!” Your frantic eyes meet Steve’s, who frowns at you. He removes his suit jacket and drapes it over the hood of the vehicle.

He points at it. “Bend over.”

“Daddy Buck, please. Let’s just talk about this…please!” The tears are already falling.

He leans down to kiss your nose. “At this point, both of your Daddies think that you have talked enough. Now do as Stevie says and bend over. Monty will be back with our food sooner rather than later. Do you really want him to see your naughty little ass being punished?”

“Y/N. If I have to repeat myself a third time, I’m adding ten more. We clear, baby?” Steve crosses his arms, tapping the menacing paddle against his shoulder. Feeling hopeless, you have no choice to do as you’re told.

Resolving yourself to your fate you walk over and bend over the hood of the car, suddenly thankful for the suit jacket that protects you from the hot metal. “Finally.” Steve grumbles. “Good girl. Lift your dress, baby. Now heads on top of your head - don’t move them.”

Once again you do as you’re told. There’s no need for them to ask you to lower your panties because, frankly, you weren’t wearing any. You weren’t allowed to.

“Spread your legs a little, baby.” Bucky purrs. “And poke that pretty little ass out. Show us you’re ready to take your spanking.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you push your bottom up and out into the air. “Very nice. Give her twenty, Stevie.” The blonde simply grunts in response.

There’s no announcement, no warning. One moment everything is fine, and the next you feel the cold, hard crack of the paddle on your ass.

“Oww! Oh shit!” You eek out. Both of your men sigh in disappointment. “All this bad language we’ve heard from you tonight, Y/N. You know better.” Bucky’s vibranium hand smacks your ass hard. “We’ll have to start over every time you say a naughty word.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll do better.” You weren’t sure how that was going to happen, but you would try. Without a word, the paddle strikes you again with a resounding CRACK!

“Ahh! Oh god - oh!” You yelp.

CRACK!

“Daddy Steve, I’m sorry!” You cry out, your legs kicking out in the air. “Don’t you dare move those hands, baby girl.” Steve growls as he wields the stupid fucking implement with both authority and precision.

CRACK! CRACK! “Ooooh! Jesus no!” God, this pain was awful. You hated this damned paddle. Hated it! “Stop it please!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Ahhhh!” You sob, burying your face in Steve’s jacket. “I get it, okay?!

“Yeah?” Bucky responds from his relaxed position nearby. “You gonna start absorbing what we’re saying, Princess? Are you?” CRACK!

“Oh for the love of god, yes!” You cry out. “I’ll absorb it like a freaking sponge! Okay, Daddies? I swear it. Just no more!”

You hear them chuckle behind you. “Well, we’re glad to hear that. But I’m afraid you’ve still got twelve more to go. What's to say we finish those out and then your Daddies will give you a present?” All you can do is sob harder as Steve starts up again. He makes quick work of the last twelve. You’re glad that no one is around because by the end you are screaming, begging, pleading…

You’re a shuddering, whimpering mess when it’s finally over. Steve and Bucky make a point of softly rubbing your back. Cooing at you and praising you for how well you took your punishment, telling you how proud they were of you for not moving your hands.

“Since you did such a good job, it’s time for your present.” You let out another whimper.

“That’s right, sweetheart.” Steve murmurs seductively against the shell of your ear. “Daddy Buck and I went and picked out some special jewelry just for you, and we want you to wear it for us…tonight. You gulp at his words. “Now show us that cute bottom hole we love so much.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Not wanting to risk further punishment, you reach your shaking hands back and spread your cheeks. You flinch when you feel something cool and slippery touch you there, followed by the presence of hard, unrelenting metal. They take time to work it into you, to let you get used to the pressure.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

All you’re focused on is trying to breathe. It’s not that they hadn’t used a plug on you before, but this one felt…bigger. You can’t help but let out a sigh of relief once it’s finally settled in place.

“Look at that, Stevie. A jewel fit for a princess, and her little pussy is fucking dripping. Keep those cheeks open, Y/N. We want to look at your beauty until Monty comes back.” You hear the snap of a camera before Bucky leans over to show you a picture of the sparkling pink butt plug that was now lodged firmly in your tight little hole. You turn your head away with a whine.

“Hey!” Steve barks. “Aren’t you going to thank your Daddies for your special gift?”

“Thank - thank you, Daddies. I - I love it..” You receive twin grunts of satisfaction in response.

“Good. Now remember to hold them open. We want to admire you until Monty gets back.” Which is what you do, which honestly gives you time to calm down. “And tonight, we’re going to make you feel so good, baby girl. So good. You just use the next few hours to think about how to talk to your Daddies from here on out.” You nod. You’re not sure how long you remain in position, but eventually they tug your dress down and help you back into the car.

Between your sore ass and the…foreign object invading your body…you are now well and truly uncomfortable. Of course this doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve and Bucky, but since they happen to be the root cause of your discomfort, they don’t really care. In fact, you’re convinced that they’re kind of enjoying your squirming. Monty gets back in the car and quickly doles out the food. He doesn’t look you in the eyes when he hands you your burger, but you know he’s noticed your smeared make-up and puffy eyes.

“Eat, baby.” Bucky urges you, as he unwraps his food. “You need to regain your strength.” You slowly do as he asks and tentatively take a bite. Some days you wondered how you could love these men, and yet you did.

“Mmm.” Steve groans as he takes another bite of his burger. “This was such a good idea. You know how much I hate the food at these things anyway.” He places a smacking kiss on your cheek.

“Thanks for giving us a reason to stop, Y/N. I bet we won’t forget this place.” He says with a wink.

END

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farfromharry · 3 years ago

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Beth [ 13 ] | Dad!Eddie Munson series

Thirteen, The Munson family

Word count - 8051

Warnings - language? throwing up but i think thats it

a/n we’re gonna pretend kiss got their star before 94 cause i said so !!

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October 1994

You and Eddie hadn’t ever considered how stressful wedding preparations were. It took months. Months to try and get everything right and under budget. You didn’t have tons of money to spend it, and even if you had you weren’t sure you would want to, but something small and simple would be great enough for you.

The Harringtons had been kind enough to host, their backyard big enough to hold the small group of guests you had invited, all of whom they knew anyway. Neither of you wanted a big wedding, and even if you did it’s not like you had many people you could invite. Owning a diner meant you had some perks when it came to catering. Eddie’s band– sans Eddie– offered their services for the music, and the decor courtesy of Tulip.

Your final, and possibly biggest, concern, was you had no one to walk you down the aisle. There was no chance of you hunting your father down for this occasion, the pair were long since dead in your mind, just as Eddie’s parents were to him. But that left you in a conundrum. “What do I do, Ed? I don’t really have a lot of options.”

He frowned, reaching to take your hand in his. He traced his finger over the back of your hand, offering you a sweet smile. “You know, If you ask Wayne I’m sure he’d be honored to.” You hadn’t thought that far when considering who you had to ask. In the last four or so years, you and the older man had developed a great bond as he accepted you as the mother of his grandchild and the perfect partner for his son.

“Really?” you asked. He was quick to confirm.

The very next day you proposed the idea to your soon-to-be husband’s uncle, and with a few tears and words of joy, he was accepting the honor. He never thought he would have the opportunity to walk someone down the aisle, not someone he considered a child to him anyway. It was a huge thing, one that he was emotional even thinking about– but with your dad out of the picture and no other father figure in your life, he was the obvious choice.

Now that all the decisions were made, the two of you just had to anticipate the arrival of the day and hope everything would go as smoothly as you wished it would. However, the morning of the wedding there was an uncomfortable pit of nausea in your stomach. You suspected it was just nerves, what bride wouldn’t be anxious on their big day? But in the back of your mind you sort of knew it was something else— it was probably the same thing that had been bothering you for the last week or so.

Before Eddie had even woken up that morning, before you were supposed to head to the Harrington residence to start the day, you took a quick trip to the closest pharmacy. The tests were easy to find, the harder part would be hiding them from your loved ones until you had the opportunity to take them.

That moment arose when you arrived at the home your wedding would be taking place in. The door had barely opened to a sleepy Tulip’s face when you were barging in claiming you had to pee. She didn't question it, nor did Eddie as you pretty much jogged to the closest bathroom. The tests were safe in your bag, making you even more antsy than you already were. Such big news should not be something a bride has to deal with on her wedding day. You were probably going to go insane by the time today was over.

Once inside one of the many bathrooms– really you didn’t know why they needed so many– you let out a deep exhale. When you thought about the ways in which you would find out you were pregnant, ways you’d thought about since you first decided you wanted kids, you never expected it to go down like this.

Your hands were trembling and your heart was racing the entire time you waited for the results. If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know what you wanted the result to be. Positive meant a big life change that was going to be hard, but negative meant that you weren’t going to get to extend your beloved family with the love of your life like you wanted to. In the end, you decided you would be happier to receive a plus, but either way you weren’t going to let it spoil your big day.

When it came time to finally look at the test, you were more or less in shock. A plus meant positive, and positive meant you were having a baby. You were having Eddie’s baby. You didn’t have a lot of time to decide how you were feeling when there was a loud knock on the door. Or at least it was loud to you considering you had been sitting alone in silence for a good five minutes now.

“Y/N?” It was Eddie. “You okay? Tulip says you need to start getting ready.”

With a few deep breaths, you made sure all traces of any negative or sad emotions were gone. “Yeah. Was just fixing my hair and stuff,” you lied, opening the door to see his smiling face. This was possibly the last time you would see him until the ceremony, so you had to make it count.

He was clearly on the same wavelength, grinning at you like an idiot. “We’re getting married today,” he gushed, hands falling into place on the sides of your face. Yours took to his wrists, rubbing your thumbs across his pulse points. “Hell yeah we are.”

The kiss he pressed to your lips was short, but it said everything that needed to be said without any words. There were a few beats of silence where the two of you just stood there, noses touching as you really let it sink in the big step the two of you were achieving today. There were some muttered ‘I love you’s’ as you really relished in the fact these would be your last moments of peace for as little as twenty four hours. But then the illusion was up, and you really needed to get into motion.

“I should go, before Tulip starts yelling,” you pointed out. He chuckled, nodding his head, but he didn’t make any move to let you go. You didn’t want him to let go, you would love to be in his arms for the rest of the day if you could. Unfortunately, although this day might have been about the two of you, there were other things that needed to be done. “‘M serious, honey.”

He nodded, a frown forming on his face as he watched you head in the direction of one of the guest rooms, the one that the woman of the house had claimed for the bridal party.

Hours passed by without a blip, though it was no surprise to pretty much anyone that the first snag of the day had come about because of Steve.

A used pregnancy test was not what he thought he would be finding in one of the bathrooms of his home while he was supposed to be getting ready. To his knowledge, his wife wasn’t pregnant, he hoped she would have told him if she was. He definitely would have liked her to be, but she wasn’t so currently sold on the idea considering the two little babies they already had together. They were a handful already. He’d have to do a little bit more convincing if he wanted to succeed in selling her on more kids. Or maybe she’d already been convinced and she was just waiting for the right time.

When he went back over the last couple weeks in his brain, looking for all the stuff she’d been doing that could possibly signal she was pregnant, he came up with a few ideas. She seemed to be absent from their home a lot, possibly to sneak off for scans or something along those lines.

In his eyes this couldn’t wait. He needed to find out as soon as possible if it was true. Between the married couple there was never supposed to be any big secrets like that and he would be hurt if she was keeping it from him. The only problem was that his wife was getting ready alongside you, the bride, and the rest of your bridesmaids, Max, Nancy, Erica and Robin. If he wanted to confront the woman then he was going to have to do it in front of the entire group of you.

He knew he definitely wasn’t supposed to barge into the room where the bride was getting ready, by now he should have been well on his way to getting ready with his own friends and checking the groom wasn’t freaking out. Though there was no superstition around one of the groomsmen seeing you in the dress, you were busy, and the last thing you needed was Steve being a distraction. But he did it anyway, desperate to get to the bottom of this. The lot of you were startled when the door swung open, heads whipping in his direction angrily. “When were you gonna tell me, Tulip?”

Multiple sets of eyes stared at him, people of various ages staring right at him like he was an utter weirdo. He got a little shy, his cheeks flushing red. “H-Hey ladies,” he greeted awkwardly. She wanted to physically facepalm at the sight of her idiotic husband, but your laughter kept her from doing it. He immediately regretted bringing up the conversation in front of so many people.

You shared a look with Tulip, silently asking if she knew what was going on, but all you got back was a shrug. “What are you talking about, Steve?”

He rolled his eyes. He thought he would have seen some sort of falter in her eyes if she was guilty of what he suspected, but she didn’t act like she knew what he was talking about at all. It also didn’t seem like a conversation that needed to be discussed in front of others, and everyone could tell that when he tried to lower his voice and lean in so only she would hear him. You took the initiative to ask your friends to give the two a few minutes, though you were definitely going to stay and listen in. It was the least he could do after interrupting you while you were getting ready. “The pregnancy test I found.”

Her brows furrowed, but you froze. “That’s not mine, Steve.”

He didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure?” It was a little bit of a dumb question considering she had already given him her answer, but he was nothing if not a skeptic when it came to these things.

“What do you mean ‘am I sure?’ Obviously.”

Apparently he was still leaning towards that not being the whole truth. “But you– You’ve been so much clingier with the kids lately, and you’ve been disappearing a lot. How do you explain that?” he asked.

“We just have toddlers, I don’t know. I’m not pregnant, Steve.”

He was in disbelief. In his eyes there were only really three or four options. Whether they liked it or night, Max and Erica were still twelve in his eyes, they weren’t capable of such things. They were ruled out from the get go— he wasn’t even going to entertain the idea. But that didn’t mean the options he was left with made any more sense.

“So then who’s is it? It can’t be Robin’s cause y’know, and if it’s not yours Tulip, then…” His eyes widened right before they locked with yours. You were already tearing up, scared of the reaction you were going to receive. It wasn’t that you thought people would be angry or upset with you, but you were terrified of how Eddie would react, especially now that he wasn’t the first person to find out about his own child. “Oh, shit.”

Everything was clicking into place for Steve now and he couldn’t believe he didn’t realize it sooner. Lately there had been more than one occasion where Eddie had turned up to scheduled months in advance plans alone because you were sick. It had just come out of nowhere, this sudden wave of sickness that wouldn’t leave you. On the occasions you did show up, it went one of two ways. Either, you were snappy, growing angry with people when they made the most innocent mistakes, or, you found yourself spending the entire time glued to Beth or the Harrington kids. He knew from experience with Tulip that when someone was pregnant they tended to gravitate towards kids– they couldn’t help it. Everything you’d done in the past couple weeks suddenly made perfect sense.

“Y/N, are you pregnant?” Tulip asked.

As your eyes flickered between the couple, your nerves built in your chest, as did a sense of desperation. “Please, don’t tell Eddie. He doesn’t know yet and—“ Your emotions got the better of you, a nervous sob bubbling in your throat at the thought of your soon-to-be husband having a terrible reaction. Both of your friends stared at you in shock. Though you weren’t as reserved in showing emotions as the likes of Tulip, that didn’t mean you had ever quite given them a reaction like this one. They had no idea where the tears came from, even a stranger would be able to tell Eddie wanted a baby with you.

“Take a deep breath. It’s okay, we won’t say a thing. Right, Steve?”

She glanced at her husband, hoping he’d hurry up and answer soon to quell your nerves. But ever the child, he had to make the situation worse. “Yeah, totally. But, just for my own sake I’m the first to know, right?”

Tulip scoffed, ignoring the teary laugh from you as she banished her husband from the room. She helped you push your worries aside and hide any remnants of tears on your skin. Your friends weren’t welcomed back into the room until she was sure everything was okay and your mini panic was over. She also threw in some words of advice about breaking the news of pregnancy to the man you loved, additionally some stuff about Eddie and how she thought he was likely to take the news. It calmed your erratic heart to know his best friend thought he would be overjoyed.

Thankfully, it wasn’t brought up again while you were getting ready. The rest of the morning ran by smoothly, no other issues presenting themselves. It made it feel like the hours went by in seconds. One minute it wasn’t even seven am, the next it was almost three pm, right before the time the ceremony was supposed to begin.

When your surrogate father for the day knocked on the door to tell you it was time, you didn’t know how to feel. The Harrington woman squeezed your hand, giving you some silent encouragement. “Are you ready to do this?” Wayne asked, holding out his hand for you to take. You did so happily, trying to bite back the feeling of warmth you felt when he spun you around. “You look breathtaking, sweetheart. He’s gonna be a complete mess up there.”

Out of nowhere you were hit with a wave of emotions, pursing your lips in the hopes the tears would keep at bay. Erica would certainly kill you if you ruined the makeup she worked so hard on. “Thank you,” you said, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, apologizing under your breath for the faint lipstick mark it left in your absence. “And I don’t know about him, I think I might be worse.”

Wayne grinned, shaking his head as you linked arms, Tulip making the final adjustments to your hair and dress. He waited ever so patiently, just watching on with the fondest smile on his face. If you thought you were in disbelief that you were actually getting married, you should’ve seen the inside of Wayne’s head at the thought of his nephew growing up. He was an utter heap of emotions inside. “Okay,” you finally said. “Let’s do this.”

It wouldn’t take a genius to know you were freaking out as you began walking in the direction of your very near future husband. The older man walking you down the aisle could feel the way your hand trembled on his arm, and he said basically anything he could think of to hopefully soothe your nerves. “You know, Ed’s been smitten with you forever. Used to come home from work before you started dating, would gush about how he’d talked to you and how pretty you looked. Sometimes he’d even tell Beth– although she never knew what he was saying.”

You felt your cheeks warm at the confession right as you stepped out in between the rows of seats. All eyes were on you now as the stereotypical wedding song began to play, but yours were only on him. The first time he saw you, he wouldn’t deny that tears sprung to his eyes, he couldn’t hold back all the intense feelings he was suddenly hit with at the sight of you standing just a short distance away, looking so perfect on your way to becoming his wife.

“I always, sort of, had a crush on him too. Thought he didn’t like me back in highschool though, he always avoided me,” you laughed. “Look where we are now.”

Wayne chuckled. “If you’d have heard how he talked about you back then, you probably would have avoided him.”

Your conversation quickly came to an end as you realized you had walked the length of the aisle, the man beside you making for the most perfect distraction to your fears. He had done exactly as he planned and it had worked. Now, you were standing face to face with the man you were due to marry. Up close you were able to see all the many emotions swimming in his eyes. “Welcome to the family, Sunny.”

As his final requirement of this job, all he had to do was hand you over to his nephew. First though, he gave the man a tight hug, patting his back as the two embraced. If you hadn’t been so close by, you probably wouldn’t have heard Wayne whisper into Eddie’s ear. “Proud of you, kid.”

Those words alone almost made the same Munson boy start crying again. One of his biggest desires in life was to have his father figure be proud of him. It had happened the first time Wayne realized how good he was with Beth, and many other instances which the older man hadn’t told him about, but this was the second one he came to know about and it warmed his heart to hear. “Go get your girl.”

He stepped away from the altar, offering you a smile as you stepped up to meet your lover. “Hi,” you greeted quietly.

He beamed. “Hey. You look fucking gorgeous,” he whispered.

The two of you were supposed to be listening to Tulip’s mother as she began the ceremony, but you were caught up in each other and the overwhelming amount of love that her words fell on deaf ears. “You don’t look too bad yourself. You clean up nice, Munson.”

Due to the light of the day you could very clearly see the way his cheeks tinted a soft pink shade. You’d made Eddie Munson blush without so much as trying. He couldn’t even blame it on the weather, there was no heat to make his cheeks flush like your words had.

After your short exchange, a glare was sent both of your ways from Tulip’s mother, forcing you to silence so she could actually hear herself think while she uttered her speech. Your laughter was barely held back, especially the more you looked at each other, but somehow you managed. Once that had died down, you were left to bask in the strong feeling of love that settled over you. It was almost overwhelming, but that happened a lot when you really let yourself consider the way you felt about Eddie.

Despite the fact it was chilly in Indiana in October, standing at the makeshift altar, decorated in beautiful flowers, everything was perfect. You wouldn’t have cared if every last thing went wrong if you were being honest, as you stood there gazing into your lover's eyes, with the knowledge that his child was beginning to grow in your stomach right now, nothing else mattered. He felt the same way, though he didn’t know about the baby part just yet.

Your hands felt right in his, like they were made especially to fit together. It was like the two of you were adjoining puzzle pieces– cliché, but there truly was no better way to describe it. Maybe you would go as far as to claim you were soulmates. Everyone probably felt like this on their wedding day, but you hoped it was an exclusive feeling to you. No one loved like Eddie Munson did.

He tried to be sneaky when snatching one of the flowers off of the wooden beams of the arch, slipping it behind your ear as a way to make you flush. He didn’t care that everyone was able to see it, even though it hadn’t been his intention. All your friends and family would find out from the gesture was that he was completely whipped for you, and they all definitely knew that anyway. “Smooth,” you muttered, fighting the heat that threatened to engulf your cheeks as you tried to stay cool.

The two of you had opted to read your vows to one another in private, wanting to do it on your own time to avoid all the nerves. It wasn’t easy, for either of you, to spill your hearts out in front of a crowd. For now, the two of you were going to recite back to each other the words Petal instructed you to say. You barely even remembered doing so, sort of like you were on auto-pilot, with the way he was looking at you. If a person could actually hang the stars, Eddie was convinced it would be you.

The ‘I do’ part felt like it came rapidly, but you had never been more confident in an answer as you repeated the two words out loud. The metalhead’s smile was ever growing as moments passed, right until he heard you announced officially as husband and wife.

Everything was a blur as the two of you walked your way back up the aisle amongst the cheers of your loved ones, aiming for one of the rooms in the Harrington house where you could be alone for long enough to exchange your vows.

“Mine are gonna, like, blow you away, so prepare yourself,” he teased. You could tell his hands were trembling as he held the piece of paper between his fingertips. The lighting in the room allowed you to see the various scribbled and crossed out words amongst the lines. It made it a lot more intimate to know how much of his heart and soul he had poured into his words.

“I’m sure I can handle it. Bet I won’t even cry.” He knew that was far from the truth, you were so sensitive today that he could open his mouth and you would probably burst into tears. “Okay, here we go.”

“My Sunshine. My brightness on a dark day. You are the person I will always seek out in a crowded room. I’ve never known what it was like for a dream to come true, but you, you are just that. I could listen to you forever; your voice is my favorite tune. I don’t remember what my life was like before you, and I hope I don’t ever have to find out– losing you has become one of my biggest fears,” he punctuated those words with a look at your face. Your eyes locked for a brief moment and your soft smile was all he needed to keep going.

“The world is a scary place, gorgeous, but I feel like I can do anything with you by my side. I feel like I could win any battle simply with you holding my hand. A love like ours comes once in a lifetime, I can never have another. It doesn’t feel real to me that I get to hold you in my arms forever, but even that doesn’t feel long enough. Wayne always told me growing up that one day I’d meet my person– you are that person– the one who makes everything worth it. We’ll have the time of our lives doing the mundane things because we’ll be together.”

The tears were already building in your eyes, and you mentally cursed yourself for letting it happen. “I want to make a million memories with you, bring every new year and holiday in with laughter. I want you to know that I love you beyond words; though I will try and tell you every chance I get. I will never understand just how I got you to love me like you do, but I’m forever grateful for it.” He folded the paper, slipping it into his pocket now that he no longer needed it. For his last few words he didn’t need to read them off. Instead he took your hands in his, making sure you were looking nowhere but his face. “There is no stranger fable than us, but it’s certainly the most beautiful one. The one in which the princess saves the damned.”

As he finished, you dabbed at your tears, ignoring the faint laughter coming from him. You definitely shouldn’t have been so cocky about not crying. At the idea of going second, after that heartfelt message, you whined like a child. “How am I supposed to follow that up? You didn’t even give me a chance.”

He shrugged, rather proud of himself. You took a couple deep breaths, trying to compose yourself after he poured his feelings out to you. “Did you really write all that yourself?”

“That’s for me to know. Now, stop putting it off, tell me how much you love me.” You chuckled, squeezing his hands before you untangled your fingers to reach for your own piece of paper that had your vows jotted down on.

“Eddie, I grew up spectating the twisted love story that was my parents’ marriage. As a kid, I thought that was how love was, what I was destined to have because it was all I knew, but it turns out the universe was just waiting for the right time to show me all the greatness love can hold. I thought I was going to lose sight of the beauty in the world, but you made sure I never did. We created a world in which us and our little family can live without fear of tomorrow, and sometimes it feels like a fantasy. Never did I think I would get to be a part of a love that others write songs about.” As the next line approached, you hesitated. This one felt all the more surreal now that you were aware of the baby growing in your stomach.

“I also never thought I’d be able to give the type of love I’d always been desperate to. Maternal love. You allowed me to be a mother and I can never repay you for that. As a girl, I had no concept of familial love, but you provided that for me. You filled a void in my heart that I was positive I would always live with. I’m terrified, but also ecstatic about going on this roller coaster called life with you. You are everything to me and I can never express to you just how much I adore you, but I will spend the rest of our lives and onwards trying to do so.”

After the beautiful words you’d said to him, of which he thought did measure up to his, all he wanted to do was hold you. He pulled you into his arms, resting his cheek against the side of your head. His arms held you close to his body, accepting the way your arms snaked around his torso also. The two of you were silent for a little while as you held each other. No words needed to be said, the love between you both was unspoken.

Neither of you knew how long you were there just in each other’s arms, but eventually Eddie realized you would probably have to leave the confines of the room you were in. Though he didn’t necessarily want to, he’d be happy to spend the rest of the day here avoiding your families, but he knew that was unfair considering they were there for you. “We should probably get back out there. We have a first dance we need to do.” He was well aware of your concerns around that, but he would more than happily hold your hand the entire time until he was certain you felt okay.

After being so open with each other to read your vows though, you were more than ready.

Your first dance as husband and wife had been something you were frightened for. All those eyes on you, watching your every move as you danced around some makeshift dance floor with the man you loved. You didn’t realize that once the music started, the lovely sounds of Frankie Valli’s ‘Can’t take my eyes off you’ flooding through the speakers, you would be transported into a world that was just you and him. No one else mattered anymore, which made you think now was the perfect time to impart him with the news you’d learned earlier.

“Honey,” you whispered. The two of you were so close that you didn’t need to speak any louder. Your foreheads were touching, noses occasionally brushing against one another's when you lightly shifted; if you leaned in a little bit more, your lips would be touching too. At the call of his beloved pet name, his eyes flickered over your face, letting you know he was listening. You flashed him a sweet smile, tears beginning to build in your waterline. “I’m pregnant.”

The man in front of you was truly the best at ruining a sweet moment. “What?” he asked, eyes squinting as he leaned in to hear you better. Somehow the music must have been too loud for him to hear.

You rolled your eyes. “There is a baby inside of me. Your baby, Eds.”

His eyes went wide all of a sudden, the words finally sinking in. He didn’t say anything at first, but his entire face lit up with what you could guess was joy. Out of nowhere, his grip tightened around your waist and your feet were pulled off of the ground. The hug he had pulled you into had literally swept you off of your feet due to his pure elation. “That’s the best news ever.” When he let you back down he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, made difficult by the bright smile on his face.

“Can I tell Wayne?” he asked, sounding like a small child. You grinned. “Of course you can, honey.”

Almost as soon as the song ended he was rushing off to find the man he called a father, at your insistence, to tell him the fantastic news. In the time it took him to do so, Steve Harrington had made his way to the dancefloor with one of his toddlers in tow as the song changed to something more upbeat.

While he was gone, Beth took the opportunity to steal you away. You were happy to see the girl, welcoming the embrace she practically threw at you. “Hi, sweetheart.”

When she pulled back from you, the expression on her face told you she had something she was dying to tell you. A makeshift bracelet was thrust in your direction. “I made this for you,” she stated, proudly, holding the braided string up for you to see– with the same arm that donned a matching one. “Daddy said the bride needed something blue, and it was my job.”

Your heart fluttered, taking the craft from her with genuine appreciation. It didn’t matter that it didn’t match your dress or anything you were wearing, you would wear it with pride so you could match with your daughter. “I love it, B.” With minimal struggle, you managed to tie it around your wrist just as hers was. “Now we match.”

Your husband seemingly appeared out of thin air, scooping his daughter up into his arms as she squealed loudly. The eight year old was kicking her legs as her dad held her in such an awkward position in the air, but she didn’t really mind it that much. “Guess you got your something blue after all.”

“So, you had something to do with this?” you asked. Of course you knew he did, but you would have preferred it if he admitted it himself.

He pursed his lips like he was thinking about it. “No, I don’t think so,” he concluded, obviously lying through his teeth.

“You sure?”

“Yes. Anyway, we’re going to go dance.” The pair disappeared to the dancefloor, Eddie more than ready to embarrass the hell out of his baby girl. While he was busy, you took the initiative to approach the band, three guys that you knew well by now. You had a simple request for them, of which they were happy to fulfill.

When your love caught wind of it, if he wasn’t already preoccupied dancing with his daughter, he definitely would have crossed the floor to kiss you until you were both breathless. Obviously the backstory behind his daughter’s name was well known by now, but only you in all your thoughtfulness would think to have the band– his band– put the meaningful KISS song on while the pair were dancing. Beth had such a large smile on her face as the two swayed in the middle of the dancefloor, her cute flower girl dress swirling with her as she twirled.

You were happy to stand on the sidelines and watch the two having their daddy-daughter moment, it was a precious sight and only made you feel more secure about the second child he would be fathering soon. Although you didn’t get to watch for long, stolen away by various of your guests who demanded to talk to the bride. You didn’t mind all that much, but you couldn’t say you didn’t want to ignore them all to stick around and watch the sweet family moment.

It was a couple hours later when you found him again– or technically, he found you. “There’s my beautiful wife,” he said, interrupting Tulip mid sentence. Any other day and she probably would have yelled at him, but today was about the two of you and she wasn’t going to impose on your lovey-dovey moods. You happily accepted the kiss he placed on your cheek, even if it was wet and gross. “Feel like I’ve barely seen you all day.”

His best friend was basically forgotten by that point, the woman searching for her own husband amongst the crowd so she didn’t feel left out. But, all she saw was how he had found himself entertaining the hoard of children, two of his own and the one Munson. If only those little ones knew there would be another one to join the group in a short time.

Neither of you expected it to start raining out of nowhere, and by the sounds of it neither did your guests. There was some chaos as people tried to rush inside the Harrington house to get out of the water. Eddie had tried to guide you in, becoming confused when you stood your ground. “Come on, s’only gonna get heavier.”

You grinned, squeezing his hand. “Dance with me?” you asked.

“Are you crazy?”

“Scared to get your hair wet or something, Munson?” you teased, bringing a hand up to the mane that sat atop his head. He rolled his hands, batting the annoying hand away. He didn’t say anything as he accepted the fact you weren’t going to budge until you got your dance in the rain like you wanted. He stopped caring that you might both get sick, and it didn’t bother him that there was no music playing, you were content– that was all that mattered to him.

Just like the first time you danced together as husband and wife, your foreheads rested on one another's, the news of the baby already spilled between you both, and absolutely no space left between you. You’d be surprised if you could fit even a piece of paper between you. The most important thing in your mind at that moment was him– just him.

Neither of you noticed the onlookers from inside the house, watching you with fond eyes and warm hearts. It wasn’t a secret to anyone the love you held between you, but it was different seeing it play out right before their faces. Overall, they were just glad you were happy.

By the time the party had died down, and your clothes had finally dried out from the rain, it was well into the early morning the following day. Both of you were rightfully fatigued, your friends– the ones that had lasted that late– possibly even worse. Lucas was one of the last ones standing, but that was only because of the running bet that he, Dustin and Max had about who could last the latest. Though he had won their money, it did mean he was the designated one to take Beth with him while you and Eddie readied to leave for your honeymoon.

Up until the time when you were leaving, she had been pretty much passed out in the arms of the twenty-three year old. However, the second the atmosphere switched from a happy wedding party to sulky goodbyes, she was wide awake and tearful.

Your honeymoon was a time for the two of you to relax. It was only a week, a single child-less week down in LA, where Eddie got to act like a happy tourist, while your friends and family cared for Beth. The goodbyes were hard for her. She had never spent such a long time away from her dad before and it terrified her to the core. She was worried that the two of you might not come back, or that she was the reason you were leaving in the first place. You tried to promise her neither of those things were true, that you would be home and back with her before she even knew it, but she still had her fears. It definitely didn’t stop her from sobbing in her dad’s arms as the two of you tried to leave.

When you finally arrived at your destination, Eddie completely misjudged how tired a pregnant lady could be. Having never been around one before, except Tulip, he hadn’t realized just how much exhaustion comes along with carrying a child inside you. You’d barely stepped foot in the hotel before your husband was practically dragging you over the threshold as you fought to keep your eyes open. “Today really did a number on you, huh?”

You fell down onto the large bed with a happy sigh, barely cracking an eye open to look at your lover to let him know you’d acknowledged him. “It did. ‘M exhausted.” The smile on his face was filled with so much love that he didn’t even believe it was real. Eddie never thought he would be able to love a single person as much as he does you, sometimes it felt impossible or even like a fairytale. How was a single person so perfect? And how did you fall in love with him? Hawkin’s sunshine and Hawkin’s freak, happily married.

“You going to sleep?” he questioned, watching as you curled up under the covers. It wasn’t that you had a plan for the evening in place, not after so long traveling and the hustle and bustle of the wedding all in twenty four hours, but if you fell asleep then he had no one to talk to until you woke again.

You hummed, but noticed the way his features fell slightly. “Nap with me?” you asked, offering him a soft smile that you hoped would do the job. There was no way he could say no, even if he wasn’t necessarily tired.

Little did the two of you know, that quick nap would turn into an entire night’s sleep, not one of you having noticed just how much the chaos of the wedding had drained you. There was some confusion present in you when you woke the next morning to see the sun streaming in through the window. Obviously neither of you had remembered to close the curtains before you fell asleep, meaning now you were squinting to try and block the light from your eyes. Eventually you gave up, rolling over onto your other side where you were facing Eddie instead.

He looked so sweet and peaceful like this. His soft breathing made you happy that he could be so relaxed in your presence, the way the sun fell on his skin illuminated him like some kind of angel. You’d obviously realized before that the man you married was beautiful, but right now it was like you were seeing him on a whole other level. Though it was a modification rather than anything natural, you took to admiring the tattoos donning his skin next. You ever so lightly followed the patterns they formed, recalling the stories behind each individual one.

At the first sign of his eyes flickering open, you stopped your movements of fingertips against his skin, worried you were the one that was pulling him from his sleep prematurely. Though it didn’t seem like he actually minded, he let out a quiet hum as his arms tugged you closer to him, muttering the first greeting of the day into your hair. “Morning, Mrs Munson.” He felt like a giddy child being able to say your name like that, a whole flutter of butterflies swarming his stomach as the words rolled off his tongue.

You felt your face flush, heart beating a thousand times faster. He wasn’t the only one who grew excited at hearing that. When you didn’t respond, he finally opened his eyes, looking down to where your eyes were focused anywhere but him. “How’s my lovely wife this morning?” he asked, brushing away the stray hairs from your face that had slipped out of your hair tie during the night.

It was such a tender gesture that you felt as though your heart was going to explode out of pure adoration for him. Not even a full day into your marriage and he was already obsessed with the idea that you were his wife.

“‘M good. How could I not be, waking up in my husband’s arms and all?” You had to admit, it did feel good to call him that. You didn’t know how long that excitement would last for, when exactly it would wear off, but you were hoping never. If this was how you got to feel around your husband for the rest of your life, then you’d made an amazing choice in who you decided to marry.

The two of you delved back into comfortable silence. Your eyes fell back to the ink on his chest, a smile curling on your lips at the familiar tattoos. In the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but wonder about them a little bit. “Would you ever get a tattoo for me?” you asked, quietly, tracing some of the ink on his skin. There were the ones he’d gotten as a teen, random ones like the black widow or the puppet master. Then the one’s he’d gotten in honor of Beth, those were your favorites. When he looked at them all he could think was how soon he would have another child to honor with some more.

He grinned. If you had brought this up even when you first started dating he would have gone right out to get one, but you being his wife solidified the fact that some ink in tribute to you would be a great idea. “I’d get one for you tomorrow if you asked.��

Your eyebrows raised out of curiosity, almost like you were challenging what he was saying. Tattoos were definitely more of his thing than yours, but that didn’t mean you were opposed to them, and you definitely weren’t opposed to get a matching one with your husband. “Let’s do it,” you said. It was clear your answer had shocked him.

“Both of us?” he quizzed. You hummed. “You want to get matching tattoos?”

The more you thought about it, the better the idea sounded to you. Plus, Eddie didn’t sound like he hated the idea. “Yeah, I mean why not? I think it’d be a sweet way to commemorate us.”

So that was exactly what you did. The first day of your honeymoon the two of you scoped the area for a tattoo parlor, ending up with matching ink of your wedding date. Eddie got his along his hip, whereas yours was situated on your lower arm. Even for something so simple, and so hidden amongst the rest of your husband’s tattoos, you both loved them. After that, the time following was dedicated to becoming the obnoxious tourists your lover wanted to be.

As the two of you strolled down the infamous walk of fame, your hands were tightly intertwined. Not only was it out of affection, you were also scared that if you weren’t holding on to him in some way then he’d make a run for it like a careless toddler. Everything he saw made him gasp and light up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Oh, look at that one!” he’d call, dragging you from star to star to show them off and provide you with useless facts about the celebrity in question. It happened multiple times, to the point you considered stepping in and asking him to calm down, he was like a child on a sugar rush. But, when the souvenirs came into view, there was no chance of you stopping Eddie from going crazy. He was absolutely going to buy one and there was nothing you could do to convince him otherwise. As soon as he caught sight of the KISS one, his mind was made up. “Oh, I’m definitely getting this for Beth,” he said, holding up the keyring for you to see. You rolled your eyes, though the gesture was sweet and honestly you would have done the same.

That simple phrase would be something you heard a lot in the coming days. Apparently, vacation Eddie loved the idea of getting different souvenirs for all of your friends, from various places. It didn’t matter if he was spending a dumb amount of money, he claimed it was important.

Throughout the time you spent there, you visited every possible famous spot. The Santa Monica pier, Disneyland– which Beth could never know, Rodeo drive; the works.

By the end of the week, the two of you were completely wiped out. You hadn’t realized how tiring being tourists was until you did it for the first time, but in the end it really was worth it. As you packed up your stuff to prepare to go home, you thought back to all the moments throughout the week in which you’d been warmed by Eddie’s excitement at something, all the way down to his joy now about heading home and seeing his daughter. You truly were enamored with the man you chose to marry.

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ghost-ghost-baby · 4 years ago

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Narcissist (alpha!readerxOmega!Bakugo soulmate au)

An: this is heavily inspired by the song narcissist by younger hunger definitely recommend listening to it!

An: BIG TY TO MY BETA FOR EDITING THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTER OF A FIC WE STAN!

Word count: 3.2k (ur welcome)

Summary: Bakugo being a little shit basically- Mina and Denki r sick of him- reader runs out of scent blockers-

Warnings: omegaverse, swearing, Bakugo being a dick, reader just thinks he’s hot, gets a bit spicy but nothing graphic, non traditional dynamics (subby alphas) drug use (weed)

You were in a familiar room, one you’d come to love since you’d started dreaming of it, and you sat on the bed and waited… any moment now.

“Oi, are you here, shithead?” The voice of your omega was dreamier than it was in real life; his harsh words unable to punctuate the tranquility of your dream.

“I always am, Katsuki!” You chirped, grinning as he slowly faded into existence. The black tank top and jeans he wears make him look far too good, and your brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

“I told you not to fucking call me that!” He growled, but you only laughed. Reaching out to grab his hands before he could stop you, you pull him down so you could kiss him. Any anger he had quickly melted away, and Katsuki had pulled one hand away to rest on your shoulder and pushed back. You got the point, you pulled away for air and leaned back on your elbows as you did. Katsuki followed and straddled you without a moment of hesitation. His mouth latched onto your neck and you let out a hum. With one hand gravitating to tangle in his hair, he gave you another push that had you lying flat on your back.

“Hey-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t ruin this.” Katsuki bit down on your throat and you squeaked, although he licked over the mark seconds later to soothe it, and only pulled away to kiss you when you tried to talk again. You melted, let your hands wander down to his thighs, and had your thumbs rubbing absent-minded circles. Then, Katsuki was unbuttoning the shirt you had on, hands quickly trailing lower to-

“Y/N! Did you hear what Mr. Aizawa said?” Mina’s voice brought you back from the dream you had the night before, and you blinked at her as you blanked.

“No way I'm working with their dumbass!” Katsuki snarled as Kiri forced him into a seat at your table, and you turned your head to Sero with a questioning look. He usually knew what was going on in class.

“We have a group project for a presentation, Mr. Aizawa picked the groups-”

“Oh hell yeah, all my best bro’s working together? Sounds like fun to me!” Denki leaned over to hug you and Mina, and the pieces started to click together. You were working on an art project, with your mate, who hate-

“How could anything be fun with Y/n around, they fucking ruin everything.” Katsuki grumbled to himself, refusing to meet your eyes despite sitting opposite you. Kiri mouthed an apology to you from his seat next to Katsuki. Honestly, you had no idea why he’d decided to act like… such a brat really, but it was just an act, however annoying it was. The two of you were soulmates, he’d come around, eventually.

“Oh hush, Bakugo, Y/n’s a riot and we all know it! You’re the one who goes to sleep at like, 8pm” Denki came to your aid. The electric blonde then pressed a kiss to your cheek that had Katsuki gritting his teeth.

“So, what's the project, guys?” You flipped through your book to a fresh page, resting your chin on your hand as you waited for the others to speak.

“We have to show the versatility of styles and composition under a singular theme!” Kiri was the one that answered you, and the group immediately started throwing around ideas.

“I think we could do horror, a lot of horror artists have different composition styles and still manage to convey the-”

“Tch, that’s the best you could come up with? I’m not surprised, an alpha as shitty as you can’t be capable of any decent ideas.” Katsuki sneered, but you only smiled at him as the group agreed with your idea. Your omega merely grumbled and hunched over in his seat as the group discussed the different artists you could use as examples.

You’d stayed late to double-check something with a professor, and you were still flipping through your notebook as you walked through the unusually empty halls. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, and before you knew it you ran into someone, the same someone who shoved you against a wall seconds later, but your fear subsided when you realised it was just Katsuki.

“Watch where you’re fucking going, dipshit.” Katsuki wasn’t even sure why he’d pushed you up against the wall, but being this close to you, touching you… it was..nice…

“Tch, god your scent is so weak, you smell like a fucking beta, how’d I get stuck with such a runt, huh? Some sick kind of joke.” Katsuki’s tone didn't match what he was saying. The way he leaned forward to rub his cheek over your scent gland definitely said otherwise, but you stayed quiet, he always found some excuse to scent you, but he’d usually get embarrassed and storm off if you dared to say anything.

“You’re pathetic, you know? Being this submissive for an omega, are you sure you’re not a beta? It’d make more sense.” You bit your lip when Bakugo pressed a kiss to your neck, only hesitating a moment before he started sucking a mark onto your skin. His words bounced right off of you because all you could focus on was how hot he was and how he’d subconsciously put his thigh between your legs and thank fuck you were on scent blockers, or you’d never hear the end of it.

“Really, you aren’t even going to try and defend yourself? You’re even weaker than I thought.” A growl next to your ear made you shiver, and Katsuki pushed away with a snarl when he was satisfied. He cursed at you again and warned you ‘not to tell anyone or he’d kick your ass’ (he wouldn’t) before he walked away, leaving you to walk home with your head completely in the clouds.

“What took you so fucking long, huh idiot?” Katsuki was on you the second you appeared in the dream, pulling you down into a rather ferocious kiss before you could say anything. He bit your lip when you didn’t open your mouth fast enough, swallowing any protests you would have made, and continued to kiss you until you were dizzy. “I’ve been waiting two hours…” He pulled away to kiss under your jaw, and if you didn’t know him so well you’d miss the insecure tone in his voice.

“Sorry, Midoriya wanted-” You stopped when Katsuki growled, biting down so hard you were surprised he didn't draw blood.

“Why the fuck are you saying his name here, huh? Are you tryna piss me off?” He pulled away to sneer at you. You opened your mouth to explain, but the words died in your throat when he unzipped your hoodie, and any coherent thought you had went out the window when he started to kiss your neck.

Everything was ready. The lounge room was set up, complete with snacks, drinks, and stationery for you and your friends to work on the project. They were meant to be here any second, and you couldn’t help but hover near the door to your apartment. You weren’t used to having people over and it still put you on edge having others in your space. But that thought left your head when a knock sounded on your door. You quickly opened it and were almost knocked over by Denki and Mina engulfing you in a hug.

“Thanks so much for hosting bro!”

“Awww you laid out all these snacks and stuff too! An omega’s gonna be really lucky to have you one day Y/n!” They pushed inside. Denki closed the door as Mina oohed and aahed over the setup, their praise had a slight blush rising to your face as you sheepishly rubbed your neck. Sero was next, quickly hugging you before he joined Denki and Mina, then Katsuki and Kirishima last. The blonde pushed past you without saying hello, but Kiri pulled you into a hug so tight you couldn’t breathe for a second, and was complimenting the setup as you took a seat. You tried to sit next to Mina, but Denki let out a whine and the pair was pulling you down between them before you had time to protest. Denki immediately leaned on you once you were settled. Katsuki couldn’t focus on the project, how could he, when his two dipshit friends were all over his mate. And you weren’t even doing anything to stop them! In fact, you were leaning into their hugs and giggling at every stupid joke they made! It had Katsuki fuming. Kirishima was the only one close enough to smell the angry shift in his scent, and he glanced between his friend and you, slowly putting the pieces together. You really had no idea what was happening, but Denki’s head was on your shoulder, and Mina’s arm around your waist as she asked questions about the project, giggling and pressing a kiss to your cheek whenever you got confused, which happened more than you’d like to admit. The blonde gritted his teeth when Mina’s hand went to your thigh, you were his! Nobody else should ever be touching you like that! You should know better! So when you excused yourself to grab something from your room, of course he made up some excuse about needing the bathroom so he could follow you.

The door to your room closed with a click, and you quickly spun around, expecting to see Mina or Denki, anyone except Katsuki to be honest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He was seeing red at this point. He cornered you and made you stumble back until your waist hit your desk.

“Uh- getting more pens-?” You held out the pack of pens with a confused look on your face that only made Katsuki angrier. How were you so stupid? And so fucking cute when you were- he cut off that thought, he needed to focus on yelling at you. Not the way your brows furrowed and how you nervously bite your lip as you waited for him to say something. Wait- were you blushing? Fuck, maybe he should-

“Katsuki? Are you oka-“

“Shut the fuck up, dipshit.” He snarled. Then, catching you both off guard, he leaned forward and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered closed immediately. He’d only kissed you in your dreams, which was nothing compared to this, and you hesitantly placed your hands on his waist. His hands went to your hair to pull you closer, tugging it until you got the message and parted your lips for him. Katsuki let out a hum of approval as he deepened the kiss, why hadn’t he done this sooner? You couldn’t focus on anything other than how much Katsuki tasted like caramel, he didn’t taste like caramel in the dreams. You couldn’t help but whine when he pulled back. Another insistent tug on your hair had you tilting your head back, and Katsuki didn’t waste any time kissing over your neck. You were so lost in the feeling you almost missed the words he growled against your skin.

“You should know better, you’re mine. Other people shouldn’t be fucking touching you like that.”

“Do you think they’re like…. Finally-” Mina made a hand gesture that had Denki cackling, even Kiri cracked a smile.

“I hope so, it’s getting hard to watch all the back and forth.” Sero sighed, dropped his pen, and stretched.

“Yeah, have you seen how mad Bakubro gets though? It’s pretty fun to push his buttons like this!” Denki grinned as he leaned his head on Mina’s shoulder, and she wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I don’t know… Bakugo’s uh… stubborn, to put it nicely.”

“Your scent is weird… are you wearing a different perfume?” Mina leaned her head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at Katsuki. After whatever the fuck had happened in your room, he’d gone back to acting like he hated you, so, you’d kept letting Denki and Mina do whatever they wanted. He had his eyes fixated on the work, and you turned back to Mina with a smile.

“Oh, sorry about that! I forgot to refill my scent blockers and my doctor’s not available until next week.”

“Don’t be sorry, bro! It’s nice, like really, really nice!” Denki came up behind you, throwing a quick glance at Katsuki before he leaned forward, crooning and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland, Mina doing the same a moment later. The pen Katsuki was holding snapped, his angry scent pumping out in waves as he glared daggers into the book in front of him, all too aware of you laughing.

You were hyper-aware of how strong your scent was, this was the longest you’d gone without scent blockers since you’d presented, and you’d lit a scented candle to try and cover it up. It hadn’t really worked, maybe you should light some incense-

“Y/n! Sorry we’re early!” Mina’s hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, and you shook your head before you smiled. Denki cut you off before you could apologize about your scent.

“Damn Y/n! It smells like you baked cookies- oh my god did you bake-”

“Don’t be stupid, babe, it’s just their scent.” Mina shoved him inside, shaking her head as she followed and closed the door behind her.

“Oh! Of course!” Denki nodded, and he and Mina linked arms with you. They walked you over to the couch and sat you all down with grins on their faces.

“Uh… guys-?” You didn’t trust that look, it never leads to anything good.

“Well, since the project is like, 99.5% done-” Mina started, hand coming up to play with your hair.

“We thought we deserved a reward!” Denki interrupted, reaching into his bag and producing a blunt. You felt your own grin forming.

“Oh my god- is that from-”

“Shinso! You know he sells the best stuff on campus, I decided to splurge for my bros!” Denki looked incredibly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but tackle the blonde in a hug.

“Oh my god Denki, you’re the best!”

The three of you were blazed by the time the others got there. Sero happily bounced over to share the blunt, while Katsuki and Kiri just sighed and sat down with you. Katsuki’s eyes instantly zoned in on where you were lying on Mina and Denki on the couch. He was oddly silent as he tried to keep his cool, the nagging thoughts that had always been there slowly got stronger. He’d always had to be strong, people perceived him as weak just because of his dynamic, so he’d rejected the thought of being with an alpha, hoping for a beta or omega. Or you. You never made a big deal out of your dynamic, and always treated him as an equal. Then the dreams started. He loved you, he really did! But his whole reputation would go down the drain if he was claimed by an alpha, especially one with such a weak scent and mild presence. So…. he pretended to hate you in public because the two of you had your dreams, where nobody could judge him! Even if they did pale in comparison to real life. But lately… he couldn’t stop wondering… were you getting tired of waiting? With the way you were acting… the thought made his stomach turn and his canines come out. Especially since you had run out of blockers. Your scent getting stronger and stronger as the days went by. You were his alpha! You shouldn’t be scenting other people! Especially omegas! And you certainly shouldn’t be laying on them while you were ignoring him! You hadn’t even said hello to him! You were too busy getting high with those assholes like you didn't belong to him! You were his, it wasn’t fair!

Mina was the last out of the apartment. She kissed your cheek and winked at you as the door closed. The exhaustion set in as you leaned against the door.

“What the fuck was that?” Katsuki growled and made you startled when you saw him by the table. You only shrugged as you went to pack up the stuff on the couch.

“Denki got us some weed because the project was done-”

“Not that, dickhead! They were all over you!” He marched over to you, trying to ignore how good you smelled up close.

“And? We’re not-” You responded, and Katsuki was shoving you before he realized, ignoring the way you yelped as you fell on the couch. You sprawled on your back and glaring up at him.

“Katsuki! What the fuck!” Katsuki didn’t reply, eyes traveling over your vulnerable form. Flush rose to his face as he realized how provocative the position was, causing warmth to pool in his tummy. If kissing was so much better in reality, what would it be like to be inside you? Feel you clench around him and pull his hair when he hit your sweet spot? Would your thighs shake the same in real life when he just kept going? The omega didn’t even realize his scent had changed, he just licked his lips and stared at you with hooded eyes, fuck he wanted-

“Are you okay? You zoned out.” Fuck, when had you gotten up? You were so close now, your scent overwhelming. He never wanted you to go on blockers again.

“Fuck, Katsuki! Katsuki! Are you in heat?” It finally dawned on you. Katsuki’s scent had taken on a sweeter tone it didn’t usually have, and with the way he kept zoning out, it was obvious. Plus thoughts of him on top of you that wouldn’t leave your brain alone. Your question snapped him out of his daze, and the omega snarled at you, stepping back and stumbling when a jolt of pain went through him.

“Fuck off, like you could trigger-” His voice cut off as another wave of pain went through him, causing you to reached out to steady him without thinking. The omega was going to let out a growl but it quickly changed to a whine as it escaped his mouth. You pulled your hand back like it had burned, although your mate’s temperature was so high it wasn’t out of the question. You took two steps back and froze when a feral snarl ripped through the room, dark red eyes pinning you in your place.

“He-hey Katsuki…” Your voice stopped his growling, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to stay coherent as he advanced, your rut already trying to cloud your judgment. Your eyes darted around the room, maybe you could make it to the bathroom? Then Katsuki could ride out his heat and you could talk about it? yeah. Katsuki was only a foot away from you now, the grin he had on was somehow more unsettling than the snarl, and you shook your head to get some of your resolve back. Okay, three, two, one-

You made it maybe ten centimeters before Katuski caught you, and pushed you back down on the couch. He wasted no time sitting on your lap and tilting your face up to look into his eyes.

“You’re not getting away from me, Alpha. I know you want this. I should have done this months ago.” Sincerity shone through your omega’s lidded eyes, and you felt your small shred of resolve shrink away even more. Your hands flew to his chest to push him away.

“Ka-Katsuki it’s just- just your heat, you don’t mean-“

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean, alpha.” Katsuki was back to growling at you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinned them down, and used his knees to keep them in place. He went back to cupping your face, red eyes boring into yours as he thought of what to say and a growl leaving him whenever you dared to look away. You were so, so obnoxiously pretty, it made it even harder to focus. Katsuki kept getting distracted by little details, like how your eyes shone and you kept biting your lip.

“You’re so fuckin stupid, ya know that? Of course, I fuckin want you, you’re my alpha- I don’t… I don’t care what other people think anymore, I just want you.” Katsuki’s tone was softer than you expected, and you could only gape at him as a blush quickly rose to your face. You knew he didn’t hate you, but hearing him say that lifted a weight off your shoulders you’d been carrying for who knows how long. The moment passed, all the softness went away as Katsuki leaned down to kiss you, and this time you kissed him back without any reservations.

#bnha #Bakugo x reader #omegaverse #bnha omegaverse #bnha x reader #omega Bakugo #alpha reader #reader insert #omegaverse imagine #bnha imagine

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sleevesareforlosers · 3 years ago

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DISCUSSION GROUP!!!!

i’m looking forward to having some more free time at some point 😭 hopefully i’ll have more time to do sewing and stuff i haven’t gotten to in ages 🤞 & i’m really gonna try and continue my mandatory happiness mindset!!! (<- read abt it in laura jane grace’s book it’s like. maybe everything sucks but u can often choose to look at things in a positive light it’s really really helped me!! like. i can go into things w a positive mindset instead of a miserable one and control that at least yk?)

i’m currently out of town & it’s around the 30s. not bad wish it was snowing but i’ll take what i can get, i can wear my $10 80s windbreaker which i’m happy about!! and if i could be anywhere i’d want to be somewhere with snow but honestly? i’m quite content where i am i love doing big family christmas together.

and. i will be honest as much as i try to seek out new stuff to read/watch/listen to. i love rewatching &c. it’s rly nice and comfortable yk? i’m restarting how to train your dragon actually which is. so lovely <3 and i just did my semiannual big hero 6 watch which was delightful

uno reverse!!!! hope ur doing wonderfully :)

!!!!! fingers crossed for more free time! i've been doin a lot of sewing recently and i forgot how NICE it is so im rlly manifesting you get some more time w ur arts too! and YES thats a good thing to bring w you! i love ljg thats a rlly good philosophy. i should read her book huh

oh thats so fun! not bad weather and ALWAYS a bonus to be wearing a nice windbreaker. im glad ur havin fun doing family + xmas stuff! its one of my fave holidays for like exactly that reason

also okay SO fair of you. i feel like im rlly the same except im not even consistent w my rewatches lol. i SHOULD watch httyd again though. i never watched the third one but ik a lot of my friends rlly liked it

also i AM doing wonderfully thank you!!! for the uno reverse:

im lookin forward to getting cracking on a real job search again in the new year (not gonna start too far out from my current contract ending) and also my boyfriend is gonna come up here again at the end of january so thats like. SUPER exciting. and i think im gonna try and bring forward just like. idk i guess just trying to work on my communication and stuff ive def been working on that lately and i want to keep doing so!

it is currently cold as balls here (-11) and sunny today but its been snowing the last few days so we got like. two feet of snow. which i DO LIKE. i love snow even if its a little functionally irritating. idk where i would be if i could be anywhere rn. itd be nice to see my halifax friends again but itd also be nice to be [where my boyfriend lives] so. yknow. hard choice

and i think it kinda varies actually! im def better at reconsuming whatever media kind but i think i reread books a LOT less often and i try to do the same w movies. but i hardly EVER listen to new music and shows r id say a 50/50? i started derry girls today tho its fantastic

hope you're doing well too matt!!!

#discussion group #paralytic-states

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leejeongz · 4 years ago

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fluffy a-z JAY (enhypen)

requested: yes, by anon

a/n: as if i didn’t have a phat crush on him before </3 jay tunnel vision shall continue until the end of time. thanks for requesting!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

he’s very “selective” about his pda, an arm around your waist or your shoulder is enough for him and when he wants to be cute, a bop on your nose. when in private, he’s pretty much the same. he respects your personal space and doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries. when he’s “asleep” next to you though his arms MAY fall around you and start to hug you superrrr loosely :)). it’s not that he doesn’t like physical affection, he’s all for it, but he’s not sure if you are if you're not the one intitiating it. (taken from my enhypen as boyfriends post)

most of his affection is shown through endearing smiles and words of affirmation. he’s constantly staring at you with loving eyes, thinking of how he never wants the moment to end. he doesn’t say things when he doesn’t mean them, everything that comes out of his mouth is honest and sincere, when he tells you that he loves you, or that he’s proud of you, or that he’s happy to be yours, he really means it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

jay would literally start a conversation with anyone, he just happened to start a conversation with you one day, and you both realised pretty quickly that this wasn’t just going to be a one off chat. you were laughing and joking the whole time, and it became a regular thing whenever you saw each other since your schedules often lead you both to the same place at the same time.

i think he would be such a supportive best friend :(. one who knows you better than you know yourself, one who takes the time to learn every little thing about you, one who is literally like a brother to you. jay likes to teach you things, he likes to help you when you ask or when he can see you struggling. he is someone that you can rely on and someone that will listen and help you without judging you.

you become part of his friendship group since you get along with them all so well. he likes it that way as he can spend more time with you rather than having to disappoint one to be with another.

C = Comfort (How do they comfort their partner?)

he’s so concerned whenever he sees you upset or anxious :( he just wants to let you know that it’s okay to feel that way and that he’s here to protect you, but he doesn’t want you to feel suffocated by him when you’re clearly not feeling too good.

if he saw you crying, he’d be firstly asking what’s making you upset, asking “why, why, why?” in a cute tone with a little pout on his face. he’d have you in his arms too, holding your head closer to him so that you can cry onto his sounder or onto his shirt. his main aim is just to let you know that he’s there and that he’s all yours in that moment. after you’ve told him what was making you feel so upset, he’d either try to make a joke of the situation if it’s not that serious, or he’d help you come up with a realistic solution to your problem. he’d probably let out a lot of sympathy noises too, little “hmms” and “awws” because he wants you to know that he’s listening and hopefully you feel comforted by that.

if your ever feeling anxious, jay just wants you to know that he understands. he’s willing to help you in any way he possibly can (within reason) and helps you to push yourself whenever you’re feeling confident enough to do so without taking things too far. he always tells you how proud he is of you and how you’re doing so great. he wouldn’t laugh at you or try to make you feel silly for your anxieties and worries, however bizarre and foreign they may be to him, he actively tries to understand and sometimes researches more, not forgetting to tell you that you’re not alone.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How about kids? Marriage? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

i mean, we all know he’s good at cooking! he likes to show off his culinary skills for you whenever he can and would rather have a home cooked meal over a takeaway too. he also likes the house to be clean and tidy, but whoever makes the mess should clean it of course, and he’s not afraid to complain when you leave a room with it looking like a pigsty.

settling down is a very very big thing for jay. he won’t think about it lightly. the relationship has to be special, he knows when the right time to settle down is and which person is the right person, he won’t rush into it with just anyone.

i don’t think he’d care for marriage to be honest. as long as he knows that you love him and that you know that he loves you, that’s all the matters, you don’t need a certificate or a ceremony for that. in the future, jay probably wants to have kids, just 1, maybe 2, but it’s not so important that he’d break off the relationship if you didn’t want to have kids.

E = Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

he really wants it to be equal. he doesn’t want to feel like either of you have more power than/over the other. you don’t have to act in accordance with anything that he says and his doesn’t have to act in accordance with what you say, you may be in a relationship but you’re still two separate people and should be seen as that. so, for that reason, he doesn’t want a dominant/submissive (passive (?)) relationship with you in everyday life, he just wants you both to feel like you are your own people.

F = Feelings (How did the confession go down?)

he would get SO nervous whenever he thought about confessing to you, his hands would get all sweaty and clammy and he’d go completely silent. but, saying that, he is also rather excited to confess, because that’s one step closer to being yours <3. if it didn’t come out by accident, i.e him just spewing out “because i like you” after you asked him why he teased you, i think he’d do it in a rather meaningful way. just the two of you, alone, (so that you can kiss him if you want to hehe), maybe even buy you a small little gift and hands it to you while telling you how much you mean to him.

G = Giggle (What makes him laugh?)

when you compliment him. oh gosh this boy goes all blush and giggly when you compliment him, especially when you’re in the dating phase.

when you give someone a deserved shouting at. watching you stand up for yourself makes him overwhelmed with pride, but he can’t help but laugh at the person you’re giving the grief to, just because of how tiny and small you’re making them look.

when you wear his clothes for the first time. of course, you look cute, but the mismatch of items really makes him laugh, he just has to let it out while engulfing you in a hug.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

aww jay is definitely a back hugger. coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and waddling around aimlessly with your back pressed against his chest. sometimes he says nothing at all, he just appreciates you and your complaints of how he’s distracted you. other times, he just asks about your day, general small talk really, before walking to bed with you to cuddle and chat some more.

less frequently, he’ll give in and hug you normally, resting his chin on your shoulder and smiling, wondering why he doesn’t do it more often. as he pulls away, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead and tells you that he loves you, or that he’s missed you while he’s been working.

I = Instant (Do they believe in love at first sight?)

claims that he doesn’t because he thinks it’s shallow to base your feelings off of just someone’s appearance. he’s a little confused as to how you can fall in love with someone just by seeing their face, not even talking to them ?

actually, he does believe in it, he just needed to experience it to know. the aura and vibes that you give off attracts him to you in that moment. he feels a connection without even having to talk to you, he just knows that there is something there.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

he kind of loves it when he sees that people are interested in you. like yeah you’re hot, but you’re also all his, and he’s gonna show them hehe. he’d be all over your like a rash, kissing you delicately so that you don’t get suspicious or feel uncomfortable, or resting his hand on your lower back to let everyone know that they can’t have you.

if he sees you talking to a guy, he’s not gonna get pressed about it. he’s not going to ask you millions of questions about what you were talking about and who he is or whatnot, he actually loves seeing you smile from across the room and he doesn’t care who it is that is making you smile so yeah.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

shoulder ❗️ kisses ❗️ when he’s spooning you while you’re sleeping. when he senses someone is interested in you in public he’ll just stand behind you and kiss your shoulder. god he’s so cute without even realising BYE. (taken from my enhypen as boyfriends post). he also likes to kiss your hand, prince charming, eat your heart out.

he likes to initiate kisses, all of them. he smiles as he leans in, his tongue pushing against the back of his teeth making his smile more radiant. he starts with a few tiny little pecks, reaching for your head whether you’re sitting or standing. the kiss naturally deepens and his body language mimics yours. when you kiss, you truly become one. kisses like this are heated, but don’t happen all that often.

L = Love Confession (How fast do they say the L-word?)

saying the L word is a very big deal to him, he really has to be in love, and he has to have been in love for a while before he can say it.

honestly, before he actually said it, he’d been thinking about it for days. every time he looked at you, he wanted to say it. you were talking to him, but he wasn’t concentrating on what you were saying, even if he really did look like it. you finished your sentence and almost immediately after you did so, jay said it, those three words. he was so content that he’d said it too, a small smile appearing on his face which grew bigger the more he thought about it.

M = Memory (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

the time you bought matching rings for you and him! he remembers you dropping off the small gift bag at his door a few days after you’d been shopping with your friends. he opened it up to find a black ring with a moon shape carved of it, and a picture of your hand wearing the matching ring. he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t cry, scurrying back to his room to put it on straight away. he’d constantly be fidgeting with it, spinning it around his finger and thinking about you as he does so. when you two were together, he’d bring up the rings a lot, he would never be able to get over how cute they were, but he’d always be a little bummed out that you were too shy to give it to him in person.

N = No (What's their pet peeve?)

dirtiness. leaving a mess anywhere. just clean it up if you can, stop relying on him to always pick things up when you leave them lying around. he can sometimes tolerate it, but it builds up to the point where he has to complain about it because it’s getting too much.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their significant other?)

green. sage green particularly.

everything with you is so natural and fresh. you were such a new character when you came into his life, you were and still are like no one that he’s ever met before. he felt he could trust you and be himself around you instantly. you bring him comfort even though you’re someone that he’s never seen before.

P = Petnams (What pet names do they call their other half?)

baby, babygirl/babyboy, honey, sweetheart, prince/princess all that good stuff.

his favourite name to call you, though, is darling. especially when you two are alone, he thinks “darling” is so much more classy, intimate and loving, which perfectly describes your relationship.

he also calls you beautiful a lot (because that’s what u are hehe). that’s more so for when he’s asking you a question, though, especially when he’s buying something for you. “do you want this, beautiful?” ahh he’s so cute :(

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he doesn’t have to remember, he just knows. knowing things about you is like knowing things about himself, he’s always ready and prepared for you to quiz him on anything because there’s no way that he can be wrong about it. even the stuff that you mention just briefly, he knows it. he’s also a very good judge of character, i think, so some things you don’t even have to tell him, he just knows.

oh and he LOVES to tell other people too. you’re his favourite topic of conversation, he could talk about you for hours and never run out of positive things to say.

R = Rainy day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

he doesn’t really care about the rain, he would just get on with his day as usual if he could. but not everyone wants to go out when it’s pouring down and he appreciates that so,,, did someone say karaoke??? he’s gonna be belting out high notes and rapping like his life depends on it. even if you’re not the usual type to join in, something about his energy makes you wanna get up and dance.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

you're his pride and joy, he’s going to do everything in his power to protect you. he believes that you can protect yourself, of course he does, and he doesn’t want to hurt you more than the thing he’s protecting you from, but he’s ready to intervene when he senses that things aren’t going as they should be.

if he can tell that you’re getting uncomfortable by someone’s presence, he’ll confront them and ask them to give you some space. he can get a little loud and aggressive with it when necessary too because no one should be made to feel like that.

it’s quite clear that jay isn’t the controlling type of boyfriend and so you don’t have to be worried about him being possessive. although he’d appreciate it if you told him where you’re going, just for his own peace of mind that should something happen to you, he at least knows where to find you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

okay so i see jay as the type of guy who cares more for memories than materialistic things, so that would definitely be reflected in the gifts he gives too. would probably book a vacation for the pair of you, or a spa day for you or something along those lines for your birthday or big anniversaries. also for your birthday, he likes to write you handwritten letters every year, detailing how grateful he is to have you by his side and how proud he is of the person you are today. saying all that though, for 100 days together, he did buy you a giant teddy which he noticed you kept propped up on your desk chair. he even named it for you too :((.

dates with jay are really chill and relaxed during the day. they mostly consist of shopping or watching a movie at home and are very much “at your own pace”. he likes that you can both just be yourselves, especially when you are only in that dating phase, as he feels he can get to know you better. he loves to please you too!! he’d rather do something that you enjoy, even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy the activity himself, because he gets to see you smile <33. more intense dates usually come in the form of dinner dates, where you dress up and have a sit down meal somewhere. he puts in a heck of a lot of effort into these, he’ll be planning and arranging things for days before because he really wants to impress you (which of course, he does). he brushes up on his knowledge of the food that is on the menu and on the correct etiquette for the date because that’s really important to him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he loves to game. he has games on his phone, on his pc, on the tv, just about everything he owns, he can game on. so sometimes you get ignored if he’s gaming :(. he’d LOVE LOVE LOVE if you joined in, or if you asked questions or what not, but when he’s in the zone, he’s there for a good while and you just cannot seem to get him out of it. (call jungwon to turn his game off if necessary ❗️he’s experienced and willing)

V = Vulnerability (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he doesn’t want to tell you things too soon. he doesn’t want you to use them against him and hurt him just as he’s starting to fall for you. but he understands that the only way that things can develop is by telling you more and more about himself. i think you’d have to start it off, telling him some of the things that have shaped you into the person you are today, before he starts listing off the hardships that he’s had to endure in order to get to where he is now.

by the time you’re in a relationship, he trusts you completely. you know things about each other that no one else, not even the people closest to you, know.

W = Why (Why do they love their partner?)

you make him feel wanted, like he has a purpose, a role to play. when he feels like giving up, you’re there to help him back onto his feet. you give him a reason to do everything he wants to do and more. you appreciate him in ways that no one else has ever done, made him feel things that no one has ever made him feel, you’re someone he’s never had in his life before, and he loves you for it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

boyfriend jay gives you the best massages, out of the blue. when he sees you sat at his gaming chair, his hands immediately come to massage your shoulders. when you lie with your feet on his lap while sitting on the couch, he starts massaging them gently while you watch tv. just as you got done working out, he’s be there with a nice ice cold bath already run and some spa music playing in the background while he rubs your thighs and calves. he knows he’s good at them and puts his skill to good use whenever he can :D.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, but other people love in a relationship?)

engaging in constant pda. just yuck, he wants his own space and he doesn’t understand how you can’t want yours either. he wants to eat and drink without you latched onto his arm, and he wants to be able to stand in line without needing to hug you or vice versa. it’s not that he doesn’t want to show off your relationship, he just doesn’t think that PDA necessary all the time.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

sleeping with his eyes open lmao. kinda creepy but you know he can’t help it, he doesn’t even know that he’s doing it so 🤷🏻‍♀️.

to conclude, jay, this is an official proposal pls be our bestie/boyf

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #jay enhypen fluff #jay park #park jeongseong #jay #jay park fluff #jay park imagines

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collecting-stories · 4 years ago

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Illicit Affairs - Rafe Cameron

Request: can i request a rafe x reader where she is john b's older sister? like they're trying to keep their relationship on the DL, but get tired of it after a year or so?

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get to, just getting back into writing more regularly again.

The TS Anthology Series | Outer Banks Masterlist

✰ you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else ✰

_ . ◦ ⭐︎:*.☾.*:⭐︎◦∙._

Your brother had left you a text just before the news began cycling their storm watch, warning everyone to stay inside and be careful of Agatha, the incoming hurricane sitting off the coast of the Outer Banks. The text said simply that he and Pope were heading out to surf the surge. You texted back a ‘come back in one piece’ and sent the same sentiment to Pope before leaving the Chateau.

The hurricane should have warranted a reason to stay inside for both you and John B but you knew better than anyone that your dad’s disappearance had left him restless and grieving. Running into something seemed the only way he knew how to cope, even if that something was a massive hurricane. You were probably running into something too, if you were totally honest with yourself. And it was just as deadly as a category five storm.

A midyear rager at the boneyard, that lacked the usual buffer created by tourons in the spring and summer, meant more kooks, or just more kooks crossing the line onto pogue territory. Nothing that should’ve inspired any real issues, but Rafe Cameron was hovering closer to the keg than you would’ve liked so you took it upon yourself to move him.

“Don’t you guys have like...a yacht party or something you could go to?” You asked, stepping into the semi-circle Topper, Rafe, and Kelce had seemed to make. All three of them looked at you, Rafe’s eyes travelling over you appraisingly. You grimaced, “if my brother sees you hanging around-”

“What’s he gonna do?” Rafe challenged, “its a free beach.”

“You know the boneyard is on the cut.”

“What are you, beach patrol?” Kelce laughed. “Go bother someone else.”

“Just get off the cut...you aren’t welcome here.” You replied, stepping away from the three of them. You turned, heading away from the group in search of any of your friends, you knew that Rafe was right, you couldn’t actually kick anyone off the beach, but you also knew that John B had been in rare form since your dad died and seeing them would only give him an excuse to get himself into trouble.

You were practically a yard away from the keg when you felt someone grab the waistband of your shorts. Turning, you jerked away from them and slammed your hand against their wrist.

“Shit, those self-defense lessons at the club really paid off.” Rafe commented, rubbing his wrist.

“What do you want Rafe?”

Ever since you had taken the job at the island club it had become Rafe Cameron’s personal mission to drive you crazy. He seemed hellbent on bothering you on a near constant level. At least away from work you rarely had to see him, this night being a rare and unwelcome exception.

“Have you thought about-”

“No.” You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. In the last two weeks he’d asked you out nearly a dozen times. You always said no but you were all to aware of that split second before the no when you considered saying yes. It was just John B that held you back. If anyone in the world took the pogue/kook shit seriously, it was your brother and his friends. There was no way they would be cool with you dating Rafe Cameron.

“Just one date...you don’t have to tell anyone. If that’s the issue?” He suggested, as if he could read your mind.

“Maybe the issue is that I don’t like you.” You challenged, watching the way he smiled, knowing that he knew you were bullshitting him. You wanted to wipe the smug grin off his face.

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself.” He replied.

You wanted some brilliant comeback to throw back at him but when you opened your mouth the only thing that came out was, “do you even date?”

“For you I’d make an exception. We could go over to Chapel Hill if you’re worried about your brother.” He offered, always ready with an answer.

You were worried about John B, he would be livid. He was so consumed with the idea that your dad was out there somewhere, stranded at sea and people should be looking for him. You had been placating him since Peterkin told you that he was lost at sea, presumed dead, but in all honesty, you had moved on already. Maybe it was heartless but you weren’t fooled into believing that the loss of your dad was a tragedy.

“Let me show you a good time,” Rafe said, hooking a finger through the belt loop of your shorts and moving closer to you.

“You can try,” you said, pulling away from him, “but I doubt it’ll work.”

You should have known then, even as you agreed to the date, that there was no need to try on Rafe’s part. He was an asshole sometimes but you had certainly never been accused of having great taste in guys. That might have been the most surprising thing about Rafe, not that he was exactly the kind of guy you would usually go for on paper, but that off paper, behind closed doors, he was different. Softer. It made sneaking around the island to see him completely worth it.

And as Agatha bared down on the island, the decision to drive to his house as the hurricane was on the horizon seemed like a good one. It was already raining heavily when you parked your car two houses down from his, walking through the downpour to Tanney Hill. The power on the cut was on its way out, you’d driven passed already dark houses and you were sure the Chateau had lost power by now. The eight seemed to be hanging onto its power and the lights on the patio flickered as you knocked on the door.

Wheezie, the sole secret keeper of your very secret tryst with Rafe, was the one who opened the door. Though you knew she had a tendency to double cross people, so far, she hadn’t told anyone about the two of you, a possible record in her books, and you couldn’t help being thankful. As much as you hated sneaking around, there was no way John B was going to take this development in your life lightly.

“My brother’s upstairs.” Wheezie supplied, pushing the door wide enough that you could walk through.

“Thanks,” you skirted passed her, taking the steps two at a time and heading down the hall to Rafe’s closed door. Wheezie had decorated hers with a wooden sign and Sarah’s had a cork board on it. Rafe’s was always blank though, just a plain white door that blended in with everything else in the hallway.

You didn’t bother knocking on the door, pushing it open. Rafe was laying on his bed, eyes fixed on his phone, the sound of the stereo playing some R&B song you weren’t entirely familiar with. When the door opened, he turned his head to the side, confused for a split second before sitting up and swinging his legs over the side.

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” He asked, already reaching his hand out to pull you closer as you walked over to him. He grabbed the zipper of your hoodie and tugged, getting you to step between his legs.

“John B’s surfing with Pope and JJ’s still at work so I figured I’d sneak out and come over. See how you rich folk are faring in this storm.” You teased.

He hummed, nodding, as he placed his hands on your hips. “Your concern is overwhelming,” he laughed, tilting his head up so that you would lean forward and kiss him. You complied, placing your hands on the sides of his face as you did. When you pulled away, he smiled, “you should stay over.”

“My brother will freak out if he gets home and I’m gone.” You replied, stepping away from Rafe just so that you could climb on his bed, pushing his phone away to make yourself comfortable.

Rafe opened his mouth to say something before thinking better of it and shaking his head, going with a simple, “I doubt he’ll notice.”

“That a massive storm is slamming into the coast and his sister is missing from the house at the peak of it? Give my brother a little more credit babe, he’ll notice that I'm gone.” You replied.

“Then tell him you’re here and you’ll see him in the morning.” Rafe said, turning to face you. He put his hands on your ankles as if he was grounding you there, “You know this sneaking around thing is shit.”

Whenever Rafe wanted you to do something that you didn’t particularly want to do, like stay the night at his house or go somewhere that someone might see you, he always claimed to think that sneaking around was shit. A circumstance of the relationship that he hated when it was convenient to him, you knew as well as he did that admitting to anyone that you were dating was something neither of you had the luxury of doing.

“I can’t, he’ll freak out.” You replied, “this is just...a difficult time for him and he doesn’t need any new issues.”

Rafe fell back onto the bed, turning his head to look at you, “he’s 16, he doesn’t need you to hold his hand through every little thing.”

“I’m not ‘holding his hand’ Rafe, he’s my little brother, I’m worried about him.” You reasoned.

“Yeah, maybe, but here you are. Every free moment you get you spend here...this isn’t just an escape when you don’t feel like dealing with your brother and his antics. You know John B and his friends aren’t my favorite people but I’ve kept my mouth shut about them. I think the least you could do is be honest with yourself...I know you want to tell him, you wouldn’t have come here in the middle of the storm-”

“I wanted to see how you guys were doing.”

“Bullshit.” Rafe replied, “you know it’s getting worse out there and there’s no fucking way I’m letting you drive back to the cut in this weather.”

You sighed, you had known that Rafe wouldn’t let you leave once you got here. They were already advising people to stay inside and not leave the house when you decided to drive to the eight, there was no way it was safe to be out. And there was no way Rafe was going to let you risk your safety driving all over the island because John B might get upset that you weren’t home.

“I know.”

“So text him, tell him you’re staying at a friend’s.” Rafe urged, “it doesn’t have to be my house...you can tell him that when you’re ready.” he conceded.

“I’ll tell him soon. I don’t like sneaking around,” you admitted, pulling your phone from your pocket and texting John B that you had gone to a friend’s house for the night and would be home once the storm passed. You sent a mirrored text to JJ, in case he was already at the Chateau, before laying your phone on the nightstand. “I don’t want us to be a secret...it’s just, complicated.”

“I know, trust me.” Rafe sat up, scooting closer to you on the bed so that he could kiss you. Keeping this secret forever was impossible, you’d have to come clean soon and Rafe was right, you had been handling John B with kid gloves ever since you had found out that your dad was dead. Telling him you were dating a kook, and Rafe at that, was an unavoidable conversation that you had been trying not to have for the past year almost. And every time you stepped out of the house you considered telling him all over again. Eventually you’d give, but it didn’t have to be tonight.

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reinerispretty · 5 years ago

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reminiscence. (? x f!reader) pt10

hello!!!!!! we r back with another edition of this fic hehe. thank u all for ur support, i appreciate u so much! it’s also five am and i am not even tired so rip.

also!! who do u think reader should end up with? i have it decided but i’m willing to hear reasoning and perhaps be persuaded ;)

pt1

pt9

pt11

“So, where do we find this Iroh guy?” Mako asked.

“You think he has any relation to General Iroh?” Bolin questioned. “I mean, how many Iroh’s can there really be, y’know?”

“He’s Iroh as in, Zuko and Iroh,” Korra informed them, and Bolin let out a shocked gasp. While she was nervous about getting her memories back, (Y/N) would definitely be grateful not to be absolutely lost when things were discussed.

A Republic City winter was nothing compared to a South Pole winter. (Y/N) was cold while she slept, cold while she moved, cold while she stood still! Korra’s mom had her wrapped up in so many different coats, furs, and blankets that she waddled while she walked. “How are you okay right now?” She asked Korra as they walked to breakfast together. “I feel like my nose is going to fall off.”

Korra looked back and flashed her a smile. “It’s all I’ve ever known! You just kind of get used to it.” (Y/N) frowned. She couldn’t imagine ever getting used to weather like this.

As they sat and ate their breakfast--(Y/N) tried to eat, but the layers made it hard to bend her elbows--they discussed their plan for the day. Led by Tonraq, they would travel by snowmobile to the Spirit World Portal. It was a long trip, so they would have to camp for the night, but the next day they would be trekking through the Spirit World looking for answers. “It’s warm there,” Korra said, nudging (Y/N) with her elbow. She smiled gratefully.

She decided to ride on the back of Korra’s snowmobile. Bolin would be on the back of Asami’s and while Mako also had his own, (Y/N) wasn’t sure if she wanted to have her arms wrapped around him for the entire trip, especially when they hadn’t discussed the things that happened between them. Her and Mako hadn’t discussed things at all, really. She knew they were on better terms since the first time they met, but he was so guarded and she was so scared that anything Mako had to say to her, she might not want to hear.

So, she waddled over to Korra’s snowmobile. “Mind if I ride with you?” She asked as Korra secured their supplies.

“Not at all!” Korra said, her face lighting up. Then she cleared her throat and turned her eyes back to tying knots. “Just be sure you hold on tight, okay?” (Y/N) nodded, managing a joking salute.

She wrapped her arms around Korra’s middle as tightly as she could, but it must not have been enough because as soon as Korra hit the gas, (Y/N) was flung off, landing on her back in the snow. She let out a shout of surprise, followed by a groan as she opened her eyes and saw Korra staring down at her. She wore a humored smile on her face. “I told you to hold on tight!”

“I was!” (Y/N) insisted as Korra helped her get back to her feet. She pulled some rope from their side pouch and wrapped it around (Y/N’s) waist, then tied it to her own.

“We do this for little kids sometimes, so they don’t get lost in the snow.” (Y/N) narrowed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her. Korra laughed at the childishness and helped her get back on the snowmobile. Then they were off, (Y/N) much more secured this time around.

As they rode through the snowy hills, (Y/N) leaned her head on Korra’s back, taking in the sights of the Southern Water Tribe. Far out where the sea was, icy glaciers poked through the inky waters, shimmering against the sunlight. Everything was rather sparkly; if (Y/N) looked at the snow for too long her eyes felt sore. She turned her head and waved a gloved hand at Bolin, who gave her a thumbs up from his position behind Asami.

Sometimes, when she looked at Bolin, it physically hurt her heart. She knew it was some sort of physical reaction, something her body remembered that her head didn’t. The feeling increased when he had referred to them as being friends. There was nothing wrong with being friends, in fact she supposed that was better than any other alternative, but even now she had always thought there was something more between them. Perhaps she had interpreted everything wrong. There was a giant piece of her memory missing, after all, and all she knew was that she had really messed up Bolin when she had left. It was probably better if they were just friends. Bolin was great and she didn’t want to lose him a second time.

Their ride was so long that (Y/N) had eventually fallen asleep against Korra’s back, only to be awoken by the snowmobile coming to a jolted stop. She awoke and squeaked in fear, gripping on tighter to Korra.

“Sorry!” She said. “I’ve never been really good at breaking.”

“You’re going to tell me that after I spent hours on a giant metal deathtrap with you?” (Y/N) huffed.

“It wasn’t that bad considering you were snoring into my back,” Korra quipped, quickly turning herself around so she could untie them. “You sounded like a lion turtle.”

“I don’t even know what that is, but I’m sure you’re wrong.” (Y/N) slid off the snowmobile and began untying the packs.

“Lion turtles used to carry cities on their backs and bestow the gift of bending to humans occasionally.”

“Think we’ll find one in the Spirit World to grant me some powers?” (Y/N) asked. “What element do you think I’d bend? I think fire’s pretty cool but-”

“Oh, you’d be an airbender for sure,” Korra said as she hoisted two packs onto her back. (Y/N’s) face lit up.

“Really! Why do you think that? Is it because of my calm and collected nature?”

“It’s because you talk so much,” Korra explained. “You’re constantly bending air with your mouth.” She booped (Y/N) on the nose before making her way to the rest of the group.

“You’re hilarious! (Y/N) called after her, gathering her own packs onto her back. “Why don’t you stop being the Avatar and become a comedian instead!”

They set up their tents and made fire, which was easy work considering two out of the six people in the party were firebenders. As soon as (Y/N) finished her tasks she sat in front of the fire. She was probably too close, but she didn’t care. It’s warmth, albeit small, made her feel just a smidge less cold than she had been, and she’d take it. The rest of their group soon joined her, Asami sitting on one side and Korra sitting on the other. She appreciated the girls protecting her from any awkwardness that could potentially ensue from being near the boys.

“I’m thinking when we get to the Spirit World, we’ll try our luck at finding Iroh,” Korra explained. “He’s always got spirits around him, maybe one of them will know who took (Y/N’s) memories.”

“And if they don’t?” Mako questioned. “We can’t just wander around the Spirit World hoping for some clue.”

“Maybe I’ll start remembering again,” (Y/N) suggested. “Like when Bolin took me to the spot where we met. I got that memory back.”

“You also threw up and passed out from that,” Asami reminded her. (Y/N) pursed her lips.

“I can handle it,” (Y/N) reassured them. “At this point, I’ll do whatever it takes to get my memories back.”

“The Spirit World is magnificent, but it’s also dangerous,” Tonraq said. Night had fallen, and his face was illuminated only by the fire. “They might not be happy to see humans there, especially after what happened last time.”

“I’m the Avatar,” Korra said. “They have to at least listen to me.”

“I just want you all to be careful. Whatever took (Y/N’s) memories has to be powerful. Maybe dangerous.”

“We’ll be careful, Dad,” Korra reassured her father. Tonraq trusted his daughter’s abilities, that was obvious, but the worry he held for her was still evident on his features. (Y/N) swallowed, her mouth feeling dry. She hadn’t really considered that this could be a dangerous mission. If she was being honest, she had never really thought this far ahead. She had spent every day maneuvering around the different dynamics of the four friends, making sure that she didn’t overstep her boundaries or create unnecessary problems. She hadn’t considered what would be waiting for them on the other side of the Spirit Portal, or that the people she had grown to cherish would be put in danger for her sake.

Asami passed around their food and (Y/N) ate silently, considering this information. Her friends talked around her, but she was so distracted that their comments went in one ear and out the other. Once she finally zoned back in, it was just her, Korra, and Mako sitting around the fire.

Korra let out a big yawn, stretching her arms. “I’m absolutely beat,” She said. “I think I’m gonna turn in. You coming?” (Y/N) shook her head.

“I think I’ll stay near the warmth just a little longer.” Korra nodded and gave them a sloppy salute as she waded through the snow and to the tent she shared with Asami and (Y/N). It was just her and Mako now.

She stared at the flames of the fire and how they danced in the cold night air. Should she say something to Mako? This was the first time they had been alone together and neither of them had immediately made up somewhere else they needed to be. They’d be heading to the Spirit World tomorrow, so if there was any time for them to communicate, it should be now.

(Y/N) adjusted her coat, huddling further inside it. “Want me to make it bigger?” Mako asked, and (Y/N) nearly jumped, surprised to hear him talking to her. She looked at him, eyes wide and not quite understanding what he was talking about. “The fire, you want me to make it bigger?”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” She said. Mako stared at her for a moment before making the fire larger and while she had said she hadn’t wanted that, (Y/N) was grateful. It was so hard to be straightforward with Mako sometimes, because of the way he jumbled her brain. It was like she didn’t even recognize herself when she was around him anymore. Before, only one emotion accompanied being around Mako, and that was anger. Now, (Y/N) felt a whole range of emotions when she looked at his amber eyes. “I think we should talk,” She said finally, wincing at how small her voice sounded.

“I think so too,” And he gave her a half smile. (Y/N) nodded, but both of them remained silent. How should she start? How did people even communicate properly? Perhaps the thing (Y/N) was most excited about getting her memories back was how to talk to people normally. She felt so awkward!

“Why’d you kiss me?” She asked suddenly, her face heating from embarrassment. Mako’s eyebrows shot to the top of his forehead.

“Oh,” He coughed. “I mean, well, it’s a little--it’s like--” (Y/N) couldn’t help giggling. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing!” She insisted, biting down her smile. “You just...you seem so tough and confident and aloof sometimes that it’s funny to see you act so...”

“Embarrassing?” He guessed. (Y/N) shook her head.

“Normal?” She tilted her head and shrugged. “You don’t always have to wear this tough guy act, you know.”

“It’s not an act,” Mako insisted, but he and (Y/N) exchanged a look that had them both stifling back their laughter. “Maybe sometimes. People believe you’re tough if you act like it. Keeps you from getting your stuff stolen when you’re sleeping in a gutter.”

“You grew up on the streets?” (Y/N) guessed. Mako nodded.

“Sometimes I forget what you know and what you don’t.”

“Me too, if we’re being honest.” They paused into a silence that wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, just full of anticipation. “They teach you how to dodge questions on the streets, too?”

Mako sighed, running a hand through his black hair. “It’s not easy for me to explain stuff like this. Bolin’s the one that can talk about emotions and feelings.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Bolin can talk about anything.”

“When we were arguing on that balcony, I wasn’t just angry at you for being here. You hurt Bolin a long time ago, but watching you be with my brother and knowing that I could never be with you...that hurt, too. You were so close to me that night and something inside of me said I should kiss you and once the idea popped into my head, I couldn’t get it out. I think I hoped that once I did it, it’d be some sort of release. Like a way to get it all out so I’d stop feeling like that.”

“Was it?”

Mako looked directly into her eyes. Normally, his gaze would make (Y/N) feel weird and she would have to look away. She couldn’t bring herself to do that tonight.

“Not at all,” He admitted. “I thought I had gotten over you once you disappeared, but once you came back it all hit me full force.”

(Y/N) thought for a moment about what she wanted to say. Then, she took a deep breath. “I don’t have any memories to base my feelings off of. But there are certain things, feelings, that I remember that I can’t place. They’re just there.” She placed a hand over her heart. “It happens when I look at Bolin. I remember feelings, like sadness and regret, but I don’t know why. It’s overwhelming sometimes, discerning emotions. The things that I feel for Bolin, they’re like past feelings that I’m remembering. Kind of.” She squinted her eyes shut. She wasn’t sure if she was explaining this right, but she was trying her best. “But when I look at you, now that the anger has subsided, I feel things now. Being around you feels nice and when you talk to me, I feel very...light and relieved. I can barely hold your gaze without blushing, and--and I think about you. A lot more than a friend should, I think.”

“But,” She continued. “I don’t have all of my memories back. I don’t know how or why I left and I don’t know if things will change once I do.”

“I get it,” Mako said. “As much as someone with memories can.” (Y/N) gave him a small smile. “And I don’t want to confuse you even more, because I’m sure being around Bolin is confusing enough as it is.”

“You have no idea,” (Y/N) breathed.

“I’m glad I told you. Almost two years and I finally admitted to my brother’s ex-girlfriend that I had a crush on her the whole time. This is a big day for me.”

“The whole time?” (Y/N) questioned. “When did you realize that you liked me?”

“I think Kya told us that we couldn’t share too much about the past with you, or else you might lose your memories forever?” (Y/N) pouted. “Fine, but if you can’t get your memories back, don’t blame me.” The wind picked up over them and he scooted closer to her so that he wouldn’t have to shout over it.

“Aye-aye, Captain,” (Y/N) said, giving a small salute. She rested her chin in the palm of her glove in order to pay attention.

“There was this one time when you got to our place. Bolin wasn’t there yet, I think he was out performing tricks with Pabu. It was cold outside, one of the coldest days Republic City had had in a while. You came in and you were like an icicle. You were shaking and had forgotten your coat and decided to walk halfway across the city to our place. I gave you a blanket and one of Bolin’s coats, but your hands were still like ice, so I used a little firebending to warm them up.” Mako remembered the feeling of your hands completely encased in his. “I held your hands for a while, until they were warm enough. I got up to leave for work and you grabbed my hand and pulled me back down onto the couch. You said, ‘Stay, Mako! I love having you around.’ So, I stayed. We talked all day until Bolin got home, and I ended up losing that job, but spending that time with you made it all worth it.”

(Y/N) sat silently for a long while before saying, “I’m sorry for making you lose your job.”

Mako laughed. “It’s cool,” He said. “I wasn’t a very good delivery boy anyway.”

(Y/N) pulled off her gloves, exposing her hands to the cold winter air. “Do you think you could...?” She offered her hands to Mako. He gave her a small smile and nodded, removing his own gloves and taking her hands in his. (Y/N) let out a happy sigh of relief at the feeling of warmth that emanated from his skin.

“I’m sorry for being so mean to you at first,” Mako said. “I just didn’t want Bolin to get hurt again.”

“I understand,” She said quietly. “I’d probably do the same if I were you.” Cautiously, she leaned her head on Mako’s shoulder. They sat like that for a long while, staring at the fire as Mako held her hands in his. While she was probably even more confused about her emotions than before, part of her hoped that whatever happened in the Spirit World wouldn’t change how she was feeling right now. She wanted to see where this could go.

---

Once the cold became too much for either of them to bear, Mako and (Y/N) parted ways. Korra and Asami were fast asleep when she entered their tent and slid into her sleeping bag. She fell asleep quickly, her hands still warm, but it felt like she was asleep for only moments when Korra shook her awake in the morning.

“One more hour,” (Y/N) grumbled, rolling over to avoid Korra’s gaze. The Avatar scoffed.

“I already let you sleep in as late as possible!” She gently kicked (Y/N’s) butt. “Up! Spirit World today, woohoo!” A very groggy (Y/N) reluctantly left the warmth of her sleeping bag. The early morning sun was absolutely blinding as she walked out of the tent. (Y/N) let out an unhappy grumble.

“Tea?” Asami offered, handing (Y/N) a thermos. (Y/N) smiled gratefully at her and took a long sip of the beverage, feeling it warm her from the inside out.

“Thank you so much!” (Y/N) said. “I needed that.”

“You were up pretty late,” Asami said, giving her a knowing smile. “Any particular reason?” (Y/N) shrugged playfully as she loaded her sleeping bag onto Korra’s snowmobile.

“Mako and I finally talked.”

“And? How’d that go?” Asami glanced over at Mako’s who sleepily nodded at whatever Bolin was excitedly saying to him. (Y/N) lightly slapped her friend’s arm.

“Don’t stare!” She laughed. “It went fine. We talked about our feelings, actually.” Asami’s eyes widened in excitement and she opened her mouth to say something, but (Y/N) cut her off. “And while there are some feelings there, I told him how until I got my memories back, nothing could be certain.”

Asami hummed in approval. “Seems like a good resolution.”

“What’s a good resolution?” Korra came over to tie her own belongings to the snowmobile.

“Mako and (Y/N) finally talked about their kiss.”

“Woah!” Korra exclaimed. “Are you guys dating now?”

“I’m missing like seventy-five percent of my memories and you think we’d be dating?” (Y/N) snipped. Korra shrugged.

“I don’t know what goes on in your head!”

“Like I told Asami, it was a good conversation. We talked about our feelings but I said that until I got my memories back, nothing could be done. I mean, what if I get them back and there was actually a non-Spirit World reason for why I was so awful to Bolin?” (Y/N) shook her head. “I was honest about how I felt and I think that’s good progress.”

“You know Korra,” Asami started. “Weren’t you telling me yesterday how much your bag hurt from having (Y/N) hold onto you?”

“What? No?” Korra said, furrowing her dark brows. Asami elbowed her sharply in the side.

“Remember? You said she held on too tight? Don’t you think that today you should ride on the snowmobile by yourself, since you’ll need to be at your best Avatar abilities in the Spirit World?”

“I know what you guys are doing and I’m having absolutely none of it!” (Y/N) insisted. “I’m riding with Korra, end of story.”

“Oh, I see what’s happening here,” Korra said. She placed her hands on her lower back. “Oh, yep, there’s definitely a tough knot there and it’s all (Y/N’s) fault. I don’t think I can ride on a snowmobile with you anymore.”

“I thought the Avatar was supposed to bring peace, but all you’re causing is chaos,” (Y/N) hissed.

“Hey, Mako!” Asami called out. Mako looked over to them, raising a questioning eyebrow as (Y/N) banged her head against the snowmobile. “Do you think (Y/N) can ride with you for today? Korra’s back is absolutely killing her.”

“Ow~!” Korra drawled dramatically.

“Uh, sure?” Mako questioned. He walked over to Korra’s vehicle and untied (Y/N’s) pack from it. “I think Tonraq said we were leaving in a few minutes, so I’ll be over there.”

“Sounds great, she’ll be right there,” Asami said.

“I’m not going,” (Y/N) said with a shake of her head.

“I thought you said it was a good conversation?” Korra questioned.

“You guys are so lucky I’m not a bender and I’m not very good at hand-to-hand combat because--” She shook her fist at both of them. “You’d be getting it!” She stomped over to Mako, a frown etched on her face.

“Everything alright?” He asked. She let the frown fade from her face.

“Everything’s fine,” She said with a sigh. “Korra and Asami are just being big pains.”

“Don’t I know it.” Mako strapped his helmet and placed (Y/N’s) on top of her head, buckling it underneath her chin. He then tied a rope that connected the two of them, as Korra had done yesterday. “Safety first,” He said with a smile. (Y/N) felt her face flush as he helped her onto the snowmobile. Shyly, she wrapped her arms around his middle, and then they were off toward the Spirit World Portal.

This trip was much shorter than the previous day’s. The portal was only an hour or two away from where they had camped. While (Y/N) was surprised that they had arrived so soon, there was no doubt that they were there, as the portal was a beam of warm yellow light that shot into the sky. It lay in the middle of the woods, only accessible by foot.

They parked their snowmobiles on the outskirts of the woods. Tonraq began setting up his tent; they had agreed that someone should stay behind with a radio just in case anything went wrong and they needed backup. But to (Y/N’s) surprise, Asami was setting up her own tent as well.

“You’re not coming with us?” She asked. Asami raised an eyebrow and shook her head.

“We agreed before you woke up this morning that someone else should stay behind with Korra’s dad to help keep watch. You obviously need to go, as does Korra, and I knew Bolin and Mako would be absolutely horrible if they had no idea what was going on inside. So, I decided to stay.”

(Y/N) frowned. While the reasoning was sound, it still made her sad that Asami wouldn’t be accompanying them on their journey. She and (Y/N) had developed a real friendship over the last few weeks. They had spent nearly all of their time together. It would be strange, not having her around.

“Be safe, okay?” (Y/N) asked, throwing her arms around Asami and squeezing her into a hug.

“You’re going into a completely new dimension and you’re telling me to be safe?” Asami laughed, but she wrapped her arms around (Y/N’s) frame and hugged tightly. “I can’t wait to hear all about your memories.” The two friends parted and (Y/N) lifted her pack onto her back.

“Ready?” Korra asked, and she, Bolin, and Mako nodded. Their group said their goodbyes to Tonraq and Asami before Korra led them into the woods.

“The last time I was here, I was frozen into a block of ice by an ex-girlfriend,” Bolin said. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him. “It wasn’t you! It was Korra’s cousin from the Northern Water Tribe.”

“The one with the evil dad?” (Y/N) asked.

“That’s the one!” Bolin nodded.

“This is it,” Korra said as they stopped in front of the Spirit World Portal. (Y/N) could feel its energy radiating from outside the forest, but now it was even more prominent. “Next stop, Spirit World.” She turned around to look at (Y/N), whose face looked as if she had seen a ghost. “Everything alright?”

(Y/N) nodded, gulping. “I’m okay,” She nodded again, trying to convince herself that she was speaking the truth. What if getting her memories back wasn’t necessarily a good thing? Something had blocked them out. Perhaps they had done it for her own benefit. But they had come this far, so she remained silent as she stepped through the threshold and into the Spirit World.

It was an odd feeling, transitioning between two planes. It felt like each particle of (Y/N’s) body was buzzing, until suddenly she was on the other side and staring at so many colors, some that she was sure she had never seen before. She released the breath she had been holding as she stepped through.

Indescribable beings flew overhead, cawing and cooing at them. Korra had been right: the Spirit World was significantly warmer than the South Pole. The group removed their jackets as (Y/N) took in her surroundings. Currently, they stood in the middle of a rocky wasteland, but patches of flowers and grass popped up here and there. In the middle stood a gnarled tree with a hollowed out middle.

“That’s the Tree of Time,” Korra explained. “That’s where the first Avatar had imprisoned Vaatu, the dark spirit that I defeated a month ago. His energy made this part of the Spirit World a wasteland, but it’s healing.”

“It’s beautiful,” (Y/N) breathed, and Korra smiled. Their group walked across the barren land to the greener parts of the Spirit World. Butterfly-like animals flittered around them as they walked and Korra explained her many trips to this place. Mako and Bolin had been here as well, although they had never been further than the Tree of Time. That helped (Y/N) feel less out of place.

“So, where do we find this Iroh guy?” Mako asked.

“You think he has any relation to General Iroh?” Bolin questioned. “I mean, how many Iroh’s can there really be, y’know?”

“There it is!” Korra exclaimed, and then she started running. The others dashed behind her, not quite sure of where she was going, until a small house appeared seemingly out of nowhere and they were right in front of it. A small tea party of spirits and one human sat at a table in the garden.

“Korra!” The old man exclaimed. “Welcome back! We were just about to start afternoon tea.” He peaked behind her at her friends. “And you brought company! The more the better, I think I have some extra teacups in the house.”

“Hi, Iroh,” Korra said. “We really appreciate it, but we don’t really have time--” But the old man was already headed inside his house. When he returned, he held four additional teacups and a bright smile on his face.

“Sit, sit,” He insisted. Korra looked to (Y/N), who shrugged, and dropped her backpack to the ground and took a seat. If having tea was what she needed to do in order to get her memories back, then she would do it. “You!” Iroh said as he placed (Y/N’s) teacup in front of her. “I’ve heard many things about you. Welcome back.”

“Back?” (Y/N) questioned, looking at her friends. “I’ve been here before?”

“You are (Y/N), yes?” She nodded. “When Korra first visited me to ask about you, I did not know much.” He placed a hand to the side of his mouth. “Spirits are horrible gossips sometimes, and I did not want to lead the Avatar on a path different from the one you must take. But I have asked many a visitor about you and they have all said the same thing: you were here, not too long ago, but you were here for a while.”

“Why was she here?” Mako questioned before (Y/N) could. Iroh sighed as he poured their tea.

“Whatever the reason, it was not good. Many of my friends say they saw her enter the dark part of our realm and she did not leave for a long time.”

“It’s true!” One of the spirits interjected, an oddly blue wolf. “I saw you months ago with my own four eyes. You looked nothing like you do now. You came through the portals, yeah? Last time, someone brought you here the other way.”

“You mean through meditation?” Korra asked. The spirit nodded.

“Whatever it was, something powerful had to do it. I couldn’t do nothing like that.”

“So, powerful spirit in the dark parts of the Spirit World. Forgive me if I’m wrong, but it doesn’t sound like something a good spirit would do.” (Y/N) looked to Iroh to confirm her suspicions.

“Spirits are neither good nor bad, unless we are discussing Vaatu and Raava. But there are some spirits whose motives become skewed.”

(Y/N) deflated in her seat. The spirit who had taken her memories was powerful and most likely dangerous. And if they found it, she would be leading her friends right to them.

They finished their tea with Iroh before continuing on their journey. Bolin had talked excitedly with him about his adventures with Avatar Aang and Fire Lord Zuko, whoever those people were, and Iroh gave him a Jasmine Dragon teacup to take back to the mortal realm. The entire time that they talked, (Y/N) was incredibly distracted by what Iroh had told them.

“We should go back,” (Y/N) said suddenly. All three of her friends stopped and looked at her as if she were insane.

“But, you need to get your memories back,” Bolin said.

“I’ll just start over,” She insisted. “I can start fresh. Whatever this spirit is, it isn’t good, and I don’t want to hand you guys to it on a silver platter. We’ll go back and I’ll just learn to live without my memories.”

“There are pieces of you you’ll never get back. Important memories that might have meant a lot to you. You deserve answers, (Y/N), for everything that’s happened to you.” Bolin grabbed her hands and she felt that same shock of electricity run through her body every time he touched her.

“It’s not worth it if it means you guys will get hurt.”

“Stop trying to play hero,” Mako said suddenly, his voice much harsher than it had been the night before. “If we didn’t want to be here to help you, we wouldn’t be.”

“You shouldn’t be helping me. You guys fight every day for the greater good, for the people of the world. I’m one person. You can’t get yourselves hurt over one person. This,” She gestured to the entirety of the Spirit World, but referred to their mission. “Isn’t as important than whatever is going on back in the mortal world.”

“But you’re important,” Korra said suddenly. “You’re important to Bolin and Mako and you’ve become important to Asami and I. The Avatar fights for the greater good, but as your friend, I’ll do whatever it takes so that you can feel like yourself again.”

(Y/N) felt her eyes watering. Why weren’t they getting it? “If anything happened to you guys while we’re here, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

“And if we gave up on you, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself,” Bolin said. She looked up at him through watery eyes. “No matter what we’ve been through, we care about you. I care about you. And we’re going to get that dumb spirit to give your memories back.”

(Y/N) looked from him to Korra to Mako, whose head immediately turned as soon as her eyes landed on him. “Okay,” she said. “But I think this is a horrible idea.”

“I find that horrible ideas make the best stories,” Bolin said with a smile.

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mystoganisiconic · 4 years ago

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Could I make a request? Freed x scared reader?

Where the reader is afraid of rune mages because one hurt her in the past. Goes on a mission with the Thunder Legion as a new member of the guild not knowing Freed’s a rune mage. The group splits up with Freed and the reader. The reader finds out and freaks out and runs off. Reader runs into the rune mage who hurt her and Freed rescues her, figuring out why she freaked out. Reader grows to admire Freed.

Perhaps a part 2 where she eventually confesses as she grew to love him after what had happened and Freed later coming to like her too or something.

a/n 1: i didn't get what rune mages are so this isn't that good but i hoep it's okay, ALSO SORRY FOR THE WAIT

I traced the lines of the emblem on my skin, it was beautiful. I was now officially a member of Fairy tail. It was amazing to know that the people here were such cheerful humans. “The master wants to see you Y/N”, Mirajane’s soft voice made me snap out of my thoughts. I turned around to see a soft smile playing on her lips. “yes I’ll be with him, thanks mira”, I said, returning the smile. I walked over towards the bar where Master Makarov was seated, a glass in his hands which I suppose was filled with beer. “Ah Y/N, you’re here child”, he said with a smile. “Yes Master did you have anything to talk about”, “No child nothing important, I just wanted to welcome you, I see you’ve gotten the emblem”, I nodded. “The guild has certain rules set that you have to follow, it’s important as a guild master to tell these rules” I simply nodded taking a seat next to him” He told me the three rules about Fairy Tail, they were quite heart touching to be honest, but I knew, I knew I wouldn’t ever leave this guild, after everything they’ve done for me I couldn’t even imagine leaving all of this behind. I smiled at Master and gently shook his hand, “understood, but I don’t think I’m going anywhere”, he returned the smile. “do you perhaps want to go on a job?”, I gulped, hesitating to let out my answer”, “It’s alright I’m obviously not going to send you alone, I’m sure the Thunder Legion are leaving for the job soon and you’d fit right in with those crackheads”, he said chuckling. “Sure I wouldn’t mind I guess”, he nodded, beckoning Laxus to come towards us.

Laxus and the thunder legion walked over, I set my eyes to the ground, scared of Laxus’ cold glare, or maybe that was just an excuse, I wanted to hide my blush, already taking a liking to the green haired mage, I got shy, my eyes stayed fixated on the ground until the thunder legion was standing before me and Master. “What do you want old man”, Laxus deep voice said. “I was wondering if you could take Y/N with you on the job you’re all going on, I’m sure you know she’s new and I think she may fit right in with you dumbasses”, Evergreen, Bicslow and Freed chuckled at the last words of the sentence while Laxus kept a straight face. “Sure I got no problem”, Laxus said. “Okay then it’s settled Y/N, you’ll go with them”, I nodded and murmured “Thanks” and hopped off the stool and started walking towards the door as the Thunder Legion were already out of the guildhall.

I caught up with them and stayed silent as they discussed what they had to do with the job, everything was fine until I heard the words “Rune Mages”. I suddenly felt so small and lost, my past with them hasn’t been good, I didn’t pay attention to what they said, it was like their voices were blurred out, all those memories came back to my head as I clutched my shirt. “You okay there Y/N”, Evergreen’s voice came. “It’s okay to be nervous it’s your first job, don’t hesitate to tell us if you need something okay”, I nodded my head at her sweetness “I’m fine just you know”, “Yeah”, she smiled at me. We walked for a bit more until we reached the entrance of a forest. “okay so I’m going alone, towards north, Bicslow and Ever, you two go east, Freed and Y/N you both go west okay?” “Are you sure you wanna go alone bud, it can be dangerous out there”, Bicslow said, “Relax this is Laxus you’re talking about”, Freeds voice came in. I was sort of nervous but at the same time happy that I got to team up with Freed. “Meet me here, in two hours and keep your communication lacrimas on” “Okay”, the three let out parting ways. I walked with freed towards the western side of the forest. “So how are you liking Fairy Tail so far?”, he said. “Well I only joined today so I don’t think there’s much to say, but I’m sure I’ll love it”, he smiled in return of my answer. Freed let out an uncomfortable sigh, “Sre you okay”, I asked concerned. “yeah just..it’s weird that I’m going to be fighting against people with the same magic as me, but I hope it’ll be okay”, I stopped in my tracks, silence took over. “You okay”, freed asked looking back at me with an eyebrow raised, concern taking over his voice and features. “Y-you’re a r-run-e mage?”, I asked barely letting the words form. “yeah I am, surprising I know”. “No no no no no, get away from me”, “Y/N are you okay?”, but he was too late, you were already off running in whatever direction your feet were taking you, you heard his voice call out your name, but you didn’t stop, the memories, those bad days, everything was slowly coming back. You ran and ran until you hit something…someone’s chest was it? You looked up terrified, and there he stood before you, the person who haunted you, who ruined your life, “Oh well isn’t it Y/N”, he said, you were on the floor, fallen back from the sudden force. You had no time to get up and run you kept backing away, away from him, yelling at him to go away but no, he was there, “GO AWAY”, you yelled still backing away, a gasp left your lips and a tree harshly hit your back, he was closer now…you closed your eyes, ready to take the pain that was gonna be thrown at you…but it never came…? You heard a familiar voice, “Lever her alone”, freed’s hand was preventing your enemy to hurt you. You groaned lowly before everything went blur. “Y/N PLEASE WAKE UP”, you opened your eyes to a desperate Freed over you. He let out a small sigh in relieve, “you’re alive”, “what happened”, you asked. “Well the enemy attacked you”, “Oh okay and?” you asked, “well you got hurt and fainted” You sat despite the aching pain in your back. “Thanks Freed, you really saved me out there”, no problem, and Y/N I know that you’ve had a bad past with rune mages, he told me, I’m so sorry and I get why you ran off, I promise I won’t ever hurt you the way he did okay?”, you smiled up at him, “I should be the one apologizing, I was way too quick to judge”. You both smiled at each other before, letting silence take over you. “Freed, you’re badly injured”, you said, while tracing the huge cut on his bicep. “No I’m okay”, he said.

“If you two are done with your romantic shit, can we go home now, I’m tired”. You heard Laxus say, making you and Freed instantly back away from each other. Evergreen and Bicslow let out a quite laugh. “I’m never gonna hear the end of this”, Freed murmured, making you laugh.

a/n 2: well look who decided to post. sorry for the wait but my finals are finally over YAY, but my cousins getting married so i still have a lot to do, but i'm sure i can get up a thing or two once in a while. i hope this is okay, ANYWAYS STAY SAFE I LOVE YOU ALL, also i didn't read this after i was done with it so if there are any mistakes, I'M SORRY

#freed x reader #freed justine x reader #ft freed #freed justine #fairy tail x reader #thunder legion

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lillywillow · 4 years ago

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Skincare Party

Summary: A night in with your three best friends; one like they’ve never experienced before

Word Count: 1495

Square Filled: Playful Relationship

Pairings: Bucky/F!Reader/Sam (platonic), Steve x F!Reader

Warnings: Mild themes and lewdness, pimple popping, mild pain/ discomfort, drinking, maybe some minor swear words

Written for @star-spangled-bingo

Ever since you first joined The Avengers, you had been inseparable from the three soldiers of the group. The others in the group had taken to calling you ‘The Four Musketeers’ and you even had an entire floor to yourselves in the tower. Once a week, assuming there wasn’t a mission any of you had to go on, you would take turns in picking an activity to do together. The four of you had completed everything from bar hoping, to karaoke, to movie marathons, to videogame night. Tonight was your turn to pick an activity and you knew it was something that none of the boys had ever done before.

Earlier in the day, you had informed Bucky, Sam and Steve, you would be spending the night in and told them the dress code was ‘comfy’. The trio arrived in the living room at the time you had specified, a little surprised to see all the bottles, jars, tubes and various other containers laid out on the coffee table.

“Right on time, gentlemen,” you grinned.

“Uh, Y/N... What exactly are we doing?” Bucky asked with a mild look of concern.

“Tonight I thought we would do something a little different... with a skincare pamper party.”

“Isn’t that kind of girly?” Sam quipped.

“Now, now, now, my dear peregrine, the skin is the biggest organ of the human body and as such, it is just as important to take care of.”

“Peregrine?”

“Yeah, you know... ‘Cause you’re a falcon,” you grinned, making Sam roll his eyes. “Besides, we can drink beer and watch those Dwayne Van Schwartza-Willis shoot-em-up type films.”

You swore you could you could practically hear Sam’s brain malfunctioning as a plethora of jokes swirling around, each one desperate to be the first one out his mouth.

“I think you broke Sam... I like this idea already,” Bucky smirked.

You also laughed and ushered the boys to the couch, explaining the purpose of the cleansers, toners, and other products and how to use them. Soon, the four of you settled down on the couch with a timer set for your respective face masks.

You applied a pollution cleansing mask, Bucky had a coffee exfoliating mask, Steve had a simple hydrating tissue mask and Sam had bravely opted for the charcoal peel mask. All of you wore headbands to keep any hair from falling into the stuff you were using and Bucky had his hair pulled back in a ponytail. When the timer was up, you and Bucky went to rinse off your masks and Steve threw his out.

“Um, Y/N... how do I get this thing off?” You went over to Sam and got the mask started by scratching a little and began pulling. Sam let out a strangled sound as the tar like substance moved off his face like a second skin. Steve and Bucky watched in morbid fascination. Finally, you managed to get the whole thing off.

“There,” you said, handing him the stuff.

“Ew! All that was in my face?” he grimaced, looking at the gunk which had been removed from his pores.

“Yep... hang on a sec, you’ve still got some stuff,” you said, grabbing your special tool.

“What is that?”

“Relax... it won’t hurt a bit...”

“No... I don’t like the look of it... get it away from me... Y/N! AGH!”

Sam bolted and you gave chase. Steve and Bucky roared with laughter as you tackled him to the ground, using your knees to pin his arms. You used one hand to hold his head still while you attacked his blemishes with your pimple popper.

“Oh, man, those are some good ones,” you muttered, moving off Sam and looking at the contents of your tool.

“You’re sick, Y/N!”

“Lighten up, Sam. You know what they say, pain is beauty, darling,” you said in a posh, European accent. You clean the end and picked up the tweezers before rounding on Bucky who had no chance to move.

“Your turn...” You began on Bucky, getting all his ingrown hairs around his beard and other blemishes.

“Alpine, help! Daddy’s being attacked!” You turned to look at the snowy white feline who had wandered into the room. She merely took one glance and the scene and promptly cleaned her paw.

“What did you think she was going to do? Scratch me to death?”

“Don’t knock her. She can do some serious damage when she wants to...”

After Bucky, you went onto Steve, taking his face in your hands. Steve made no resistance as you straddled him, watching as you carefully examined his face. You had a big crush of Steve but were too afraid of saying anything to him about it in fear of losing him as your friend.

“Actually, your face is pretty clear...” you stayed there for a moment, admiring him before shifting. “I think the next step, we’ll do pedicures...” You walked off to get buckets of water to soak your feet in. Steve sat there in a dreamy daze before getting walloped in the face by a cushion.

“Hey!”

“Dude, when are you gonna stop fawning over Y/N, man up and ask her out already?” Sam asked.

“I...”

“For once, Sam has a point, Steve...”

“You hear that? The cyborg agrees!” Bucky glared at him. “Besides, if you don’t ask her out, I will...��

“You wouldn’t dare...”

“Why not? She’s cute, smart, funny and unattached...” Before Steve could respond, you came back with the buckets of water. You settled back down on the couch but were suddenly shocked as Sam pulled off his socks.

“What the heck is up with your toes?!” Bucky remarked, referring to Sam’s long, almost dagger like nails.

“Sam, question; is it true you are known to carry off prey in your talons?”

“That’s how you’re playing, huh? Two falcon jokes in one night?”

“What can I say? When you’re on a roll, you’re on a roll and I am rolling like a stone.” Sam groaned at your joke but Steve and Bucky grinned, proud for having understood the reference.

As you soaked your feet and watched the good guy blast the crap out of the baddies, the boys asked you questions about how they should go about caring for their skin. You answered them the best you could, being completely honest, after all, they were your best friends.

Eventually, it got to a point where the hero had a love scene and poor Steve didn’t know where to look.

“Hey, Y/N? How do I know if a girl I’m with is really enjoying herself and not, you know, making me feel better about myself?” Sam asked.

“Well...”

Now poor Steve really did wish he could vanish into the sofa. Between the conversation happing beside him and the, in his opinion far too graphic action on the TV, his face was totally red. He desperately tried to tune out.

“... Steve?”

“Huh? What?”

“I asked if you wanted another beer...”

“Oh, uh... sure...”

“Hey, can you grab me another one?” Bucky asked.

“Me too... why don’t you go with her to help carry them back?” Sam prompted, the pair seeing a chance to get the two of you alone in the other room so Steve could confess his feelings.

You thought it was a little strange, after all, you were more than capable of carrying four drinks back by yourself but shrugged it off as you dried off your feet, Steve following suit.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed the beers but before you left, Steve placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Uh, Y/N...”

“Yes, Steve?”

“I was wondering if... you’d like to get dinner tomorrow night...”

“Sure. Do you want me to make reservations for the four of us, or...?”

“No, I mean... just us two... like a date.” You couldn’t help but smile at his shyness and kissed his cheek.

“I’d love to.”

“R-really?”

“Of course... I... I was actually hoping you would ask me,” you smiled, making Steve beam at you.

By the time you came back with the drinks, Sam and Bucky were grinning impishly.

“What?”

“Nothing...”

“Do you want me to get my special tool again? Because I will.”

“No! Hell no!” They simultaneously objected.

“It’s just, it’s good to see you both happy...” You looked at Steve who smiled shyly at you.

“Well get used to it,” you smiled, taking your place back next to Steve on the couch. While watching the movie, Steve gently held your hand, making your heart flutter.

As different as this was, all four of you had a lot of fun that night and more importantly, you were finally able to confess your feelings to your long time crush.

#ssb2021 #Skincare Party #Skincare is important #Playful Relationship #sam wilson #Steve Rogers #steve rodgers x reader #Bucky Barnes #Alpine #Teasing #Marvel #marvel fic #marvelfanfiction #A night in

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miss-melon · 4 years ago

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Moving Day

RANTARO AMAMI APPRECIATION WEEK - DAY 5

(Rantaro Amami x Shuichi Saihara x Reader)

It’s been about 3 months since you moved in with Rantaro Amami and Shuichi Saihara. And for the first time ever, you truly felt as though you belonged somewhere. The dynamic between the three of you just felt... right. You admit that you did have doubts about this whole thing at first but all those doubts melted away instantly on the day you moved in.

It was a beautiful sunny day, you had just finished putting the last of your things in the moving van and were officially off to start your new life with the people you loved. Once you arrived at your new place, you saw Rantaro standing outside waiting for you. You got out of the van and ran up to him. You greeted him by wrapping your arms around him and giving him a peck on the cheek, eliciting a blush from him.

“Ah... Um h-hi Y/N.” Shuichi said clearly flustered by the kiss. “Hi Shuichi!” You said, very happy to see him. “Where’s Rantaro?” You asked as you looked around. “He’s in the kitchen unpacking, c’mon, I’ll take you to him!” Shuichi said as he offered his hand to you. You took his hand and went inside your new home.

Once you two arrived in the kitchen, you saw Rantaro putting some plates away in the cupboard. When he saw the two of you, he smiled and walked over to you guys. He wrapped his arms around the two of you and pulled you into a group hug, planting a kiss on each of your heads. He looked over at Shuichi. “How’s my little detective doing today?” He asked with a smile. Shuichi couldn’t contain his blush. “W-well I’m d-doing fine Rantaro.” Rantaro gave Shuichi a small kiss on the forehead. “I hope that made it a little better than “fine” partner.” Rantaro said as he ruffled Shuichi’s hair. “I-I’m gonna go get some boxes from the van.” Shuichi said as he stumbled out the kitchen. You giggled as you watched the clearly flustered detective try to navigate through all the love you and Rantaro were giving him today.

“And how are you doing, angel?” Rantaro asked as he put his arm around you. “I’m doing good, just tired from all the moving.” You said with a sigh. “I know what you mean love, why don’t you go take a little break? Shuichi and I will bring your stuff inside, take some of the load off.” Rantaro offered. “You sure? I’d feel bad if you two did all the work for me...” You said looking down. “Hey now, don’t worry about it! We love you and don’t want you to overwork yourself.” Rantaro reached into the fridge and pulled out your favorite cold drink. “Here, drink up and come back when you feel better.” Rantaro said. “Thanks Taro, I love you.” You said before wrapping your arms around his waist. “I love you too baby.” Rantaro replied as he returned the hug.

Rantaro joined Shuichi outside as he helped him unload a particularly heavy box from the van. “Where’s Y/N?” Shuichi asked. “Oh, they weren’t feeling too well so they’re just resting up a bit.” Rantaro told the detective. “Hmmm... do you think that maybe there’s something more on their mind? Like maybe something’s bothering them?” Shuichi asked. “I kind of had the same idea, but if the Ultimate Detective thinks so too then I think it would be a good idea to check up on them.” Rantaro said sounding a bit concerned. Shuichi nodded as they set the box down and made their way over to the room where you were sitting.

You were deep in thought, looking out the window sipping on your drink when you heard footsteps coming in your direction. You turned around and saw Shuichi and Rantaro approaching behind you. “Hey... um... we were just wondering if you’re doing okay?” Shuichi asked as he lightly scratched the back of his neck. “O-oh I’m doing okay... just a bit tired!” You said as you flashed a smile trying to reassure them. “Then why are you crying sweetheart?” Rantaro asked. You didn’t even notice that there were tears streaming down your face. When you realized that they weren’t gonna let you drop it, you let out a sigh and began to speak.

“I-I’m sorry guys... it’s just that I’m really nervous about moving and everything. It’s not like I don’t want to be here, I do! I’m just a little scared is all.” You said truthfully. Shuichi nodded as he walked over and wrapped his arms around you. “It’s okay to be nervous Y/N. To be honest I’m a little nervous too, but I’m also really excited! I’m excited that we can have this time together. Because well... I love you.” Shuichi said, still hugging you. Rantaro joined in on the hug. “Y/N, I’ve been on a lot of adventures in my life. But there’s not a single one that I’ve been more excited for than this adventure that the three of us are about to embark on together.” Rantaro said with his long arms still wrapped lovingly around the both of you. You were so overcome with happiness at how much love these two guys were showing you right now that your tears continued to fall. “T-thank you guys so much, seriously... I love you both so much.” You said. Rantaro and Shuichi both smiled. “I love you too.” They both said almost in unison. “I feel a lot better now so... I’m gonna go grab some more stuff from the van. Thanks for talking to me you guys.” You said with a smile as you rushed out to the moving van.

“I love them so much...” Shuichi mumbled as he let out a sigh. Rantaro put one arm around Shuichi’s shoulder. “I do too...” Rantaro said with a smile. Rantaro then looked down at Shuichi. “And I love you too, partner.” Rantaro said as he placed a kiss on Shuichi’s head. “GAH!” Shuichi exclaimed as he made his way towards the door. “I-I’m g-gonna go help Y/N some more! Love you!” Shuichi said as he quickly made his way outside. Rantaro chuckled and shook his head. “Too cute.”

THE END.

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This was the most difficult thing I’ve ever written by far! But I’m glad I was able to challenge myself! This may not be my best work but It’s good practice for possibly doing more stuff like this in the future! And practice makes perfect! This was for day 5 of Rantaro Amami Appreciation Week hosted by @rantaro-amami-appreciation! Hope you enjoy!

#rantaro danganronpa #rantaroamamiappreciationweek2021 #rantaroappreciationweek2021 #danganronpa rantaro #rantaro amami x reader #rantaro amami #shuichi saihara x reader #drv3 shuichi #shuichi saihara #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa killing harmony #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa fluff #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 4 years ago

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#13: Relax

(Read it on AO3 here!)

It’s the morning after everything happened at Kingsmen Mechanics. Things are quiet now. Arthur and Lance are both asleep in their rooms. Vivi’s passed out on the couch, and Mystery is settled into a corner, asleep on a blanket. In a different corner of the living room, Lewis drifts curled up, not truly asleep but not really awake, either.

He stirs when he feels something shift, and then Arthur comes into the room. He’s trembling slightly, his hand pressed against the space between his shoulder and neck in what’s becoming a familiar nervous habit. He glances around as he enters like he’s worried about waking somebody else up.

Unfortunately, Vivi also manages to detect his presence – Lewis has to wonder if she ever really fell asleep – and shifts upright, running a hand through her hair. “Oh, hey, Arthur. Mm… what’dya want?”

“Just- uh- j-just came in to- to-g- to get a drink.”

Lewis frowns, finally uncurling all the way and standing up. His stammer is stronger than normal, his voice shaking and cracked – something’s not right. He looks almost panicked, too.

“You sure?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Arthur, seriously. You look like…” it takes Vivi a moment to think of a good analogy. “You look like you’re gonna shatter if someone breathes on you too hard.”

He shakes his head, the movement too twitchy to be at all convincing. “S-s-seriously, I- I’m- I’m f-fine.”

“No, come on. It’s totally reasonable to be upset! After last night-? But if you tell me what’s going on, I can help-“

“I’m fine!” he snaps, shouting her down despite the crack in his voice. “Just- st-stop. I’m jus- ju- just tired, th- is all.”

“Is it Lewis? If-“

He backs up abruptly, spinning and walking out of the room.

Vivi and Lewis exchange a look.

There's a pit of worry growing in Lewis’s stomach. Is it him? It's perfectly understandable that Arthur might not be comfortable with- with him, not after he’d tried to kill him so many times, nearly succeeded, and given that he barely even looks like himself anymore. But… he’d said it was fine, and he’d sounded so honest – surely he couldn’t lie that well, not if he was this scared, right? Lewis knows him well enough to be able to tell – right?

After answers, or maybe reassurance, he stands and follows his path out of the room.

He finds Arthur in his room, sitting on the bed, glaring at the wall. At a glance he just looks angry, but Lewis knows even before he looks closer that he’s not – he almost never is. And sure enough, there are tear-tracks running down his cheeks and his breathing is shaky and uneven.

He knocks on the doorframe, and Arthur’s head snaps up, brow unfurrowing into confusion when he sees him.

“Arthur, can… can we please talk? About… whatever’s bothering you?” Arthur inhales, but Lewis interrupts him. “Even if it’s nothing.”

His expression darkens again, and he shifts a little on the bed, moving closer to the headboard. “F-f-fine. Come in an-and close the door.”

He does so, carefully watching Arthur for cues as he sits down opposite him on the bed.

“You’re not gonna t-t-tell anyone, ri- r-right?”

Lewis can’t answer the question honestly, but Arthur seems to understand that when he meets his eyes. He sighs and looks down at his knees. “It’s… it’s Mys- m- Mystery.”

Oh.

Lewis silently replays a scene from last night in his head. After Mystery had explained everything – and admitted to keeping it all secret – Vivi had been furious. So had Lewis and Lance, to some extent, but Vivi was the angriest. She’d defended him, comforted him when Arthur was afraid of him and hurt his feelings, went head-to-head with a tree demon to protect him – and he’d never even bothered to tell her the truth? About anything?

He’d let everyone think Arthur’s fear of him was irrational, that Lewis’s disappearance was just a disappearance, watched Vivi struggle with her memory loss and said nothing? He stayed silent while Arthur tore himself apart searching for someone he knew was dead? He knew who Lewis was – and knew why he was chasing them – and said nothing! He still called himself their protector, even as he hid the truth from them!

And that wasn’t even counting that he knew full well why the tree monster was after him, and that he honestly should have expected this, and knew that she wasn’t evil she was just upset – and he still pulled Vivi out of the van and silently watched as the two of them fought each other, each not understanding what the other was thinking, and only stepped in when Vivi was about to die.

The only one who hadn’t agreed with the others, also the one who had the most right to be angry, was Arthur. Even with a shaking hand – that they’d all attributed to exhaustion and injury at the time – he’d reached between all the shouting and argued against them. Mystery was just doing what he thought was best, he said. He was trying to help everyone. He wasn’t omniscient or all-powerful and besides he was hurt, couldn’t they just leave this until he was healed?

Vivi fell silent at that – just as she had earlier, when Arthur was defending Lewis. She couldn’t find the words to keep arguing with him. The same exhaustion that was making her anger so hot made it impossible to debate rationally, so she’d given it up and warned Mystery to stay on the couch while everyone else went to bed.

And now Lewis knows that after defending him against his friends, Arthur went to bed and probably laid awake, tense and terrified, precisely because he’d let one of his biggest sources of trauma sleep right outside his room. Right after the events of last night, Mystery’s possession and sudden rampage, opened that trauma wide up. He tries and fails to imagine how he’d feel if Arthur had, of his own free will, instead of just pushing him off a cliff, taken a weapon and violently cut him apart. And then he watched him do something very similar the night before he returned to the group. The only emotion he can muster is a gut-wrenching fear.

He’s been silent for too long, and Arthur starts talking again, pressing his hand against his collar between his shoulder and neck. “I mean- I- I know it’s it- itr-r- ira- st-stupid, but I don’t- I can’t- get myself to, t-to believe it, and I’m tr-trying, I don’t- I d-don’t want him to-“

“Arthur,” he says sternly, and immediately regrets it when Arthur shrinks back, shoulders tensing. “It’s not irrational. It’s not stupid. No amount of good intentions erases the fact that he attacked you and seriously hurt you, and then-“ he takes a breath before he starts ranting. “And last night, he very nearly did the same thing again. You deserve to be afraid of him."

“But it- it d-doesn’t mean I get to ki- kick him out!”

“This is your house! And besides – I think all of us care more about you feeling safe than about Mystery’s feelings getting hurt.”

“I… but…”

“We’re all upset with him too, you know. And he’ll be fine if he leaves. It’s not like he has nowhere else to go.” He tilts his head slightly. “Be honest. Would you be more relaxed if he wasn’t here? Not just out in the parking lot – if he left.”

Arthur stares at the blankets for a long while, apparently thinking. He nods. “…yeah.”

“Good. Then he’s gone.” Lewis almost reaches out and takes his hand, but second-guesses himself at the last moment. He stands and walks to the door.

Vivi’s still in the living room, draped over the back of the couch and looking mostly asleep. He feels bad about disturbing her – but he knows she’ll agree that this is more important than a few minutes of sleep.

She picks her head up when he enters the room, anyway. “Mm- Lew… is. Did you… talk to him?”

“Yeah.” He walks a little closer, and she doesn’t stop him, just blinks the sleep from her eyes. “It’s… it’s Mystery.”

She huffs at that, sitting up a little more. “Of course it is!”

“What’s me?” The dog – not a dog – in question is awake now, stretching his paws out and yawning, unconcerned with the bandages still wrapped around his midsection.

“He’s really freaked out, huh?”

“Of course he is.”

“You know, I’ve been wanting to do this.” She rolls to her feet and puts her hands on her hips, glaring down. “Mystery! Out.”

He bristles. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me! Get out. You’re not welcome here. Find somewhere else to lick your wounds.” She points sharply at the door.

“You forget that Arthur argued against you when you tried this last night! I will not-“

“Oh, don’t you dare play that card, you know what he’s like and you know that’s a bullshit argument. Get out.”

“And what would you have me do? Go and leave you undefended? What if-“

Vivi’s fist slams down on the armrest. “No! Shut the fuck up! You don’t get to talk about protecting us. You have lost that fucking privilege! After everything you’ve done- or, excuse me, haven’t done? You are not our protector. You haven’t protected shit in years. That role is not yours to claim anymore.”

He falls silent, staring at her. She- doesn’t relax, but she stands a little taller, still glaring down at him.

“You can leave now, or I can go wake up Lance. Your choice.”

He folds his ears tightly back and picks himself up, careful not to pull at the bandages. “…Fine.”

She has to open the door for him. When he's gone and the door falls back into the frame, the little bell above it chiming, she sighs and leans against the wall, putting her face in her arm.

“I still can’t believe I tried to defend him. While he just watched.”

Lewis wants nothing more than to comfort her, to go and reassure her that it wasn’t her fault for believing him, for not realizing how much he’d lied about what he was – but he hesitates. It isn't his place. This is his fault too, for dragging Arthur into the truck and leaving her to fight the tree monster alone.

Eventually, he speaks up. “I… can go tell Arthur he’s gone.”

She nods. “Yeah, sure, okay. I’m gonna… go lie down again.”

He doesn’t have to go far, it turns out. Arthur’s hovering in the doorway between the hall and the living room, rubbing his shoulder and looking… significantly less panicked, but still worried and uncertain.

“You- you d-didn’t have to yell,” he says when he realizes they’re looking at him.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to. He earned that.”

He swallows hard, taking a step back.

“You wanna come sit down?” Vivi asks, pointing to the couch.

“Actually, I- uh- I’d rather go- lie down- in- in bed.” He hesitates for a moment, looking between the two of them, and then his gaze settles on Lewis as he asks, “do… you guys- can- uh- d’you wanna… come too?”

“Is that a genuine offer?” Vivi says, pausing in her slow descent onto the couch. “Because, yeah, I do.”

Any question as to whether the offer was genuine is answered when she says that and Arthur relaxes, shoulders slumping out of their tense posture. “‘course it- it was.”

Lewis follows them cautiously, still unsure if he’s really included. Halfway there, he can’t resist calling out, “Arthur?”

He turns around to look at him, tilting his head. He still looks exhausted and twitchy, but it’s miles better than he was doing a few minutes ago.

“I… be honest, please. I… I have plenty of other places to go, so… do you want me to leave, too?”

He’s about to continue, nerves making him ramble, but Arthur closes the distance between them and snags his sleeve cuff, meeting his eyes. “Look- Lew, I- I know- I probably s-s-seem… still, uh, ne-t- nervous, but- I’d be more freaked out if- if you… left.” His eyes are shiny, and his voice breaks on the final sentence, “I… I don’t want you to disappear again.”

Oh.

He can’t help but think, as Arthur leads him down the hall by the hand, that he doesn’t deserve this – not after Mystery was kicked out – but he does his best to convince his uncertain mind that there's still a huge difference between the two of them. And as Arthur had said last night – completely honest – Lewis had never managed to truly hurt him, and now he’d realized he didn’t even want to. He was… safe.

It didn’t feel right, but there was nothing to do but accept it.

#mystery skulls animated #MysteryMarch2021 #the nemesis speaks #swift writes #mystery hate blog #i mean that's basically where this came from #altho there's also some soft lewis & arthur feels thrown in there too #this fic is for Me and i Truly don't give a shit what people think about it

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