#but then he returns with one of his chewy things

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Missed me? Pt 3

Stepdad!Anakin Skywalker x Femme Reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: stepcest/inappropriate relationships, cheating, kissing, flashback, past minor injury, angry/kinda violent thoughts

Info: honestly ur mom is rlly good at psychological warfare

You ran with Chewie in tow, your lungs on fire as you attempted to get home as quickly as possible. You skid to a stop on the pavement outside your house, the scene unfolding before you hitting you hard. Your mom, stomping out to her car and slamming the door shut. Throwing it in reverse and peeling out of the driveway without even glancing your way. You could physically feel the air blowing past you as she sped off out of the neighborhood.

You walked inside, terrified you’d find a mess. But to your surprise everything was in its place. You unclipped Chewie’s leash and let her roam about inside the house until she found a cool spot on the floor.

You could hear Anakin still working in the garage, he’d turned on some music to keep him company. Maybe you overreacted? She probably didn’t think anything of it right? It’s innocent enough. Anakin is notorious for leaving grease and oil stains in places they should never be. Like the time you painted your palm shoe-polish black just from opening the fridge.

It was nothing. Right? Anakin would be in here upset and waiting for you if something had happened, so everything must be fine. You thought back to your earlier conversation with your mom and recalled how annoyed she seemed about that coding mishap.

Relief spread through you, she was extremely anal about her work. A perfectionist through and through, maybe she’d received word the damage was worse than she originally thought. That would definitely warrant nascar level driving in her eyes.

Even so, you felt the need to placate her when she returned. After a shower and a clean set of comfy clothes you set about cleaning the main floor of the house thoroughly. Scrubbing each surface clean, vacuuming, mopping windex-ing the windows. You even cleared out the leftovers and expired items from the fridge. Going so far as to jot down the items that needed replacing.

Trotting over to the cork board mounted on the wall of the short hall leading to the laundry room and the garage door. This was where everything of importance lived, bills, grocery lists, to-do lists, even a family calendar. Something in red ink had been added to the calendar for tomorrow and you nearly stabbed yourself with a push pin when you read it.

‘Date Night 6:00 @Marzettis’

Written in the ridiculously neat and proper cursive that only could’ve belonged to your mother. If you measured the PSI of your bite force right now, you were one hundred percent sure it would be enough to bite off your mother’s writing hand. Your jaw was clenched so tightly that you heard your molars squeak in protest.

Jabbing the list into the cork with the pushpin you let out a breath that you’d been holding long enough to make you alittle lightheaded.

Calm down. They’re married. Married people go on dates. Anakin can’t really reject his own wife can he? No. No he can’t. It’s okay.

You shook out your anger, resolving yourself to ignore the fact that your stomach was churning with nerves and your tongue burned with unspoken venom. There was still things to do. And doing things is good. Scrubbing every centimeter of the bathroom shower with such aggression that you permanently bent the bristles of your favorite scrub brush was definitely a healthy alternative to committing a felony.

Hours passed and Anakin finally returned from the garage sending the current vehicle he was working on back to its owner a full day early. It’s amazing what alittle midmorning pussy pick-me-up can do for a man.

It also probably helped that your tiny arms shaved off at least an hours work of dismantling parts of the engine that were in his way of retrieving the piece he actually needed to extract. Though he’d milk his coincidental success as the result of your passionate rekindling for all that it’s worth. It couldn’t hurt to test out that theory a few times could it?

“Whoa.” He snorted, seeing you to his left scrubbing the inside of the washing machine. “What the hell are you doing?”

You lifted your head a bit too fast and wacked it on the lip of the washer, immediately wincing and bringing a hand to rub the top of your head.

“Apparently I’m doing my damndest to give myself a concussion.” You joked, glancing over at him in his sweaty, greasy clothes.

“There’s this guy who has disgusting laundry, that occasionally leaves residue in the washer.” You dramatically explained.

“So I’m doing him a favor and saving him from an accidental repeat of the fancy hand-towel stain incident of 2020.” You grinned and watched as Anakin mirrored your expression.

“Lucky man.” He chuckled, coming over to give you a quick peck on the lips before rushing off to shower.

Dinner rolled around and you decided to order in, the local Chinese restaurant had the best egg rolls around, and that was just what you needed. You texted your mother to ask for her order and jotted yours and Anakin’s down on a scrap of paper.

~be home alittle late. Just get some Udon for me.~ She responded quickly.

Easy enough. You called in the order and it was delivered and delicious in around 30 minutes. You spread out the feast on the kitchen counter and laughed at Anakin practically drooling over the crab rangoons he was shoveling into his mouth.

“So whens she gonna be home?” He asked, not even bothering to cover his mouth despite chewing like his life depended on it.

“She just said late.” You shrugged, late could mean anything. 10 minutes, an hour; it’s a ridiculous measure of time that you’d always had trouble accepting.

“Well.” He clicked his tongue as he popped open a cold beer from the fridge. “Wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Oh actually, you know what he haven’t done in a while?” You grinned.

“Housewives?” He smirked.

“Yes sir. Take your pick.” You scooped up your take-out box and made a beeline for your favorite seat, the comfy and worn out recliner.

“I’m thinkin’ New Jersey.” He mused, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and searching for your guilty pleasure show.

There’s something comforting about watching someone else’s life like this. Honestly you found it… strangely calming to know that other people have more stressful lives than you. And of course it didn’t hurt that you really loved a bratty cat-fight. Scripted or not, it was undeniably as entertaining as a train wreck.

It would seem that your mother’s definition of ‘late’ was around 45 minutes, she walked in the door as chipper as ever. Doing wonders for your earlier worries; nothing seemed amiss to her.

She took in your comfortable nest of blankets in your recliner, Anakin’s lanky legs draped over the armrest of the couch with his head propped on a pillow. She was… assessing the scene and found no evidence of any foul deeds.

“It was a good idea for take out.” She said, tossing her items on the table. “I’ve missed these noodles.”

“Oh I know.” You agreed. “I saved an egg roll for you.”

“Thanks sweetie.” She said, flashing a blank stare and an empty smile over her shoulder that went unnoticed by the both of you.

“So Marzettis, is that alright for tomorrow?” She asked Anakin sitting on the couch near him with her food.

“That new Italian place?” He asked, his eyebrows pinched together. “That’s the one Obi took Satine to isn’t it?”

“Yeah it is,” she nodded, seemingly pleased he remembered. “They gushed about it so much I figured it was time we try it.”

“Alright, as long as there’s breadsticks I’m happy.” Anakin smiled.

Meanwhile you were boiling in your seat as you listened to their conversation. Just like in an old cartoon you swore the top of your head would screw itself off and rattle with white hot steam. Honestly, you wished it would. That might just be the only way to get rid of this pressure in your skull without *actually* combusting.

You suffered through their small talk and meaningless conversation about blah, blah and blah. Finally, the episode of Housewives ended and you made your quick egress to your room with a wave goodnight.

You lay awake in bed, planning your to-do list for the next day. You needed to keep yourself busy and entertained to avoid falling victim to the wallowing hole of self pity that is your mind’s way of ‘coping’ with your jealousy.

To-Do:

Wake up

Scream

Nap

Repeat

Perfect.

You woke up, unsure as to when you actually fell asleep; though arguably in a 73% better mood just from the simple fact that you could hear power tools being used in the garage. It was comforting. The noise used to bother you, irk you to the edge of insanity, because who in their right mind would wake up and use the loudest power tools known to man at 6:00am?

Anakin would.

Every time you woke up to the noise, it reminded you of your first kiss, what could be a better way to wake up? Except for maybe an actual kiss from him.

You had stomped from your room to the garage, having been woken up at 6:00am *on summer break* for the previous 4 days. You threw the door open and yelled for him, but he didn’t hear you. Between the loud grinding sound of metal on metal and the earbuds he had in, you had little choice but to pull something dramatic.

Spotting the extension cord you had unplugged it and relished in the momentary silence before hearing Anakin cursing and repeatedly flipping the switch. You stood and observed with a self-satisfied grin, crossing your arms and jutting out your hip as you waited for his small man brain to figure out what happened.

Karma wasn’t something you believed in until right then, because without even looking up he yanked on the extension cord and the hard plastic socket whipped your thigh leaving an almost immediate bruise.

“Fuck!” You yelled, clenching your fists and biting back a string of words so hellish you might’ve burst into flames if you screamed like you wanted to.

Anakin’s head shot up and he ripped out his earbuds, momentarily confused when he didn’t see the source of the very angry curse word. That was until you hissed as you poked at the tender bruise.

“Oh shit.” He mumbled, rounding the front end of the car to get to you. “Hey- hey sweetheart, what the hell are you doing down here? It’s awful early for you to be up.”

Oh that was it. That was not the thing to say to you right then. He could’ve called you a crybaby and you would’ve took it better than that innocent comment.

“Yeah? It’s awful early to be using whatever the fuck that thing is!” You grumbled, shaking his hand off your arm. “Do you seriously have to do that this early in the morning? Can’t you do something less… grating?!”

“Do you see any other vehicle here for me to work on?” He deadpanned.

“God you’re insufferable sometimes you know that?” You huffed, looking back down at your leg.

“Did you unplug that grinder I was using?” He asked accusingly.

“Yes I did.” You shot back. “It was getting on my fucking nerves Anakin.”

“Well shit- just let me-“ He sighed trying to pry your hands away from your thigh but you batted him away, swiping a droplet of blood across his wrist.

One of the sharp plastic corners had bit into your skin on impact and caused a teeny tiny nick. Though from the amount of blood trickling down your leg, one would automatically assume you had a proper slice of an injury.

“Baby c’mon just let me see? I’m sorry.” He said in a pained tone, you could tell he genuinely felt bad, even though this was mostly your fault.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me.” You had scoffed.

“Fine. My liege.” He grumbled sarcastically.

He approached with paper towels and crouched down to swat your hands away and dab gently at the wound, or rather, lack thereof. He attempted to hand you a paper towel to clean off your hand but you declined, anti-politely wiping off the blood onto his dirty work shirt.

“Are you serious right now?” He scowled.

“Are you almost done?” You countered, crossing your arms again.

“Yeah. It’s just a scratch. Turns out every inch of you is just as dramatic as your shit attitude.” He said, standing up, his height making you feel dwarfed.

“Yeah that’s what happens when-“ you started in an angry, belittling tone.

Though you were cut off and the world paused around you. You went stiff as he grabbed you by the shoulders and leaned down to kiss you. Before you even registered what was happening top-side, your body had already begun to relax in his arms. His big strong, work-worn hands pulling you into him while he slipped his tongue between your lips. Gliding lightly just behind your top row of teeth before you finally gave in and kissed him back.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you hummed know content when he released your waist to cradle your head with both hands, your own fisting his shirt as you kissed like your lives depended on it.

“Hey! You up?” Your mom knocked loudly on your door and broke the trance of the sweet memory. That 73%? Reduced to 32%.

“Yes.” You huffed and rolled out of bed, unlocking your door and letting her in.

“Great, I want to borrow a dress of yours is that okay?” She asked, heading to your closet before you could even respond.

No way. Absolutely no way. She was not wearing that.

“No. Pick something else.” You said sternly, taking the red summer dress and hanging it back up.

“What why?” She questioned.

“Because it has a hole in it.” You lied, “can’t have you going on your big date like that.”

“I didn’t see a hole.” She countered, going to grab it again.

“Trust me. There’s a hole.” And they’ll be another one: in the ground for her if she didn’t accept defeat on this.

“Fine.” She scoffed and drug out a few more options under your watchful eye.

“This one?” She asked.

“Yeah that one’s fine. It’ll look great.” You forced a smile and tracked her during her retreat down the hall.

As soon as she entered her room you slammed your own door shut and locked it again. You went straight to your closet and got the red dress, folding it and tucking it into the bottom of your sock drawer.

Was she intentionally trying to piss you off? No. She couldn’t have known. No one could’ve known other than you and Anakin. You had been so careful, going out of town for a date at the drive-in while your mom was away on a business trip. You’d worn that dress for Anakin and only Anakin, and you’d never worn it since that night, that first night.

In your state of confusion you didn’t notice the sound of Anakin’s garage noise die down.

Anakin had stopped for a coffee break and came inside, finding his wife at the kitchen counter. He gave her a quick smile and and poured some black coffee into a big thermos.

“Sugar? ‘Sugar’?” She asked sweetly, sliding the large sugar canister across the countertop to him.

“Uh, yeah.” He blinked slowly as if trying to rewind her words. “Yeah okay thanks.”

He shook his head and shrugged, raising his eyebrows in concentrated thought as he stirred the sugar into his coffee. The only person who has *ever* said that to him is you. That’s such a weird coincidence… what are the chances? It’s not like you call him ‘sugar’ any other time either. Only ever for the sake of making him smile when he fixes his coffee.

“Well. I’ll be out here then.” He said awkwardly, still very much miffed by the odd comment.

She ‘mhm’d’ in response, enjoying watching him slink back into the garage with his cheeks tinted in shame.

By the time 5:30 rolled around Anakin was in a nice button-up and dress pants, looking absolutely exquisite. That man really knew how to wear… anything, and nothing too. You had to ogle him from afar, watching his cute butt in those well-fit pants as he walked out the door following closely behind your mother. Who was wearing your dress.

You made a mental note to find an industrial shredder to take care of that ruined fabric when she returned it.

At Marzetti’s dinner was going well, much better than Anakin had expected to be honest. It was almost nice, in a weird way. The food was good, the atmosphere was pretty… he couldn’t help but be startled every now and again when he glanced over and didn’t see you across the table from him. You’d love this place, and damn he’d love to see you in it. He just knew the lighting would show off those sexy bedroom eyes you *swore* you never knew when you were making.

The biggest downside was that this place was alittle too expensive to be wasted on your mother. This kind of luxury should be reserved for his princess.

After an hour’s worth of awkward small talk and stupid conversational questions, Anakin got up to use the restroom.

When he returned he was shocked to say the least. The table had been cleared and all that remained was the check, and a thick manila envelope, he hesitantly picked it up and tucked it under his arm.

Fast walking to the front of the restaurant he quickly paid, despite the hostess’s request for him to return to his table because ‘payment is collected at your seat’. He fumbled with his car keys and clicked the lock button to quickly locate his black vintage Camaro… no dice.

He stood frozen in the middle of the parking lot, spinning slowly and spotting his parking spot… where the car *should* have been.

“That bitch took my fucking Camaro.” He whispered to himself, internally screaming at himself for being a responsible adult and having a spare set of keys safely stashed away.

He already had an idea of what was in that envelope, but now he didn’t even need to look at the title page. He just needed a goddamn pen.

Final Part

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[jaynovz]

In discussions about the finale of Black Sails, one of the things I often see is folks hard-focusing on Flint's fate, in an either-or binary fashion, usually presented as "Which do you believe-- that Silver killed him? or sent him to the plantation?"

Now, for posterity's sake, gonna mention a few things-- first off, that's simply not thinking broadly enough. There are farrrr more than two options here and I've come up with my share of the reallyyyyy bad ones for sure. Whatever your mind chooses, none of those are happy endings anyway, there are bittersweet, bad, and worse endings all the way down. (They are paused, they are in a time loop, and also all endings and no endings are happening simultaneously)

But also, the more cogent point is that, it doesn't actually matter what happened *to Flint* The story is... not actually about him at that point. We have transitioned from Flint as protag to Silver as protag, setting up for (the fanfiction that Black Sails has ended up making of, ugh, king shit) Treasure Island.

And so, I just, don't find it to be of particular interest exploring what we think Flint is actually doing or if he's alive for real. What is EXTREMELY interesting to explore though is how Silver's speech at the end to Madi is sort of giving Thomas back to Flint as a pacifier/comfort object, but how... Silver is giving Flint that thing in his own mind as his own type of pacifier/comfort object.

That's the REALLY chewy bit. What actually happens to Flint is not the purpose of that scene for me, of Silver's recounting of events to Madi. It's more about... projection. It's about how Silver is dealing with whatever happened to Flint/whatever he did.

And I just feel like it's missing the point to focus so hard on if Flint is alive or not.

He is the ghost of the story regardless, that's what's important. He's going to haunt the narrative for the rest of everyone's lives. No one has been untouched or unscarred by coming into contact with Captain Flint; he has a forever legacy. I'm not the first to call him this, but he's Schrödinger's Flint and he's staying that way.

But this?

"No. I did not kill Captain Flint. I unmade him. The man you know could never let go of his war. For if he were to exclude it from himself, he would not be able to understand himself. So I had to return him to an earlier state of being. One in which he could function without the war. Without the violence. Without us. Captain Flint was born out of great tragedy. I found a way to reach into the past... and undo it. There is a place near Savannah... where men unjustly imprisoned in England are sent in secret. An internment far more humane, but no less secure. Men who enter these gates never leave them. To the rest of the world, they simply cease to be. He resisted... at first. But then I told him what else I had heard about this place. I was told prominent families amongst London society made use of it. I was told the governor in Carolina made use of it. So I sent a man to find out if they'd used it to hide away one particular prisoner. He returned with news. Thomas Hamilton was there. He disbelieved me. He continued to resist. And corralling him took great effort. But the closer we got to Savannah, his resistance began to diminish. I couldn't say why. I wasn't expecting it. Perhaps he'd finally reached the limits of his physical ability to fight. Or perhaps as the promise of seeing Thomas got closer... he grew more comfortable letting go of this man he created in response to his loss. The man whose mind I had come to know so well... whose mind I'd in some ways incorporated into my own. It was a strange experience to see something from it... so unexpected. I choose to believe it... because it wasn't the man I had come to know at all... but one who existed beforehand... waking from a long... and terrible nightmare. Reorienting to the daylight... and the world as it existed before he first closed his eyes... letting the memory of the nightmare fade away. You may think what you want of me. I will draw comfort in the knowledge that you're alive to think it. But I'm not the villain you fear I am. I'm not him."

This is the speech of a man who is self-soothing, who is spinning himself a tale, who is projecting, who is coping.

and THAT is just, way chewier, innit?

[zwhoreo]

⋆. Link to pt 1 :> ⋆.

gray moon pt 2 - luffy x f!reader

SMUT!!

summary: a sequel to the first gray moon. You and luffy get an overwhelming need to express your desire for each other 

Includes… very virgin luffy, oral both ways, brief mention of reader’s sexual/romantic trauma

words: 2.7k

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You’re pinned on the deck. You’re pinned on the deck with a view of the night sky and Luffy’s face, the trickle of saliva from his lips, you’re both stunned with your own desires and you just stare at each other, drinking in each other, before he kisses you again. Hard. You didn’t even breathe yet and neither did he, he’s panting into your mouth, and he seems to function off raw instinct as he shifts himself to rest between your legs, his hips against you, you’re lifted against him off the deck with flexed, powerful arms as he tries to get so close that you’re one with each other, heart beats in sync. He kisses your neck, collarbone, shoulder, heavy, wet kisses and licks of his tongue.

“What’s happening…” he murmurs and you reach up to pet his hair. His nails start to dig into your skin and there’s the first jerk of his hips, rocking your body up against his. It’s an instinctual, hungry movement, starvation for something he never wanted until now. His lips find your neck and he’s biting and kissing so hard that you’re afraid there will be blood, but he’s Luffy so he’s being gentle still, since he loves you. 

But you’re overwhelmed and push away a little, which surprises him and snaps him out of his state. You stare up at him and your heart squeezes in your chest. It’s going too fast, like these things have for you before. Being vulnerable, feeling trapped, being kissed, being held with so much passion, when you didn’t have time to breathe. Tears come to your eyes again.

Luffy looks confused and sad, he pulls you into his arms and you’re warm again. “What’s wrong?” he whispers against your face, being so genuine. 

“I don’t know. It’s just… this is all hard for me. I’ve gotten hurt before. I love you but… I just need a second to calm down and get a hold of myself, ok?”

“Gotten hurt? Did you get beat up by pirates? That’s dumb, you’re strong, you-“

“No, Luffy… not like that, not that kind of hurt. Sometimes when you love someone, or want to make them happy, you let them do things to you that you don’t really want. Being with someone like this… it hasn’t been easy for me before.”

“Oh…” Luffy looks at you, misty eyed. “I thought you liked being kissed? And hugged?”

“I do. By you. But sometimes you can get reminded of something terrible, just with the smallest similarity. Remembering the last time I was kissed like that… it didn’t feel good like it does with you.”

“Oh.” He says again, looking upset at the idea of you being hurt, holding you in his arms a littlel tighter. “Then… I guess we should make this time really good, huh? So you can remember this instead?” He grows a hopeful smile, eager to get back to kissing you, to seeing you happy and comfortable.

“Mhm, I’d really like that, I think…”

“You’re not gonna get hurt again. Not ever, ok?” Luffy almost commands, quietly. He wants another kiss. His breath is heavy but he’s so patient.

“I won’t, not with you around.” Your lips return to his, your hands to his, your tongue to his. You’re going to make him happy but out of pure love and pure desire and out of the trust you’ve built for countless months, because you know that love and happiness will come back to you a million times over. Because it’s Luffy. 

You don’t want “real” sex right now but you still want something insane tonight. Fingers trail down his chest and take hold of his waist. Weight and balance shifts to you, you lean against him and suddenly he’s so excited to just hold you while you do things to him he’s never felt. 

“I wanna touch you somewhere special, Lu. I wanna touch you down there.” You murmur as you hide your face from him, deep in his neck, as you kiss and nibble at the tender, chewy skin. You say it so sweetly, so comfortingly. 

“Why? Is it fun?” He stares down at you with wide eyes as he tries to process this all, relaxed in spite of everything. 

“Yeah. I think it’ll be really fun… but you can tell me if you don’t like it, ok?” You place your hand on his shorts between his legs, he’s half hard and he probably doesn’t know why, or what that sensation is. But a low groan escapes his lips, so he likes it. 

“Yeah, ok!” he agrees happily, giving your forehead a kiss. He’s smiling, he’s ready for any kind of new adventure you want to give him, no tension in the muscles that flex beneath your hands. In the clothed cock that twitches in excitement at a graze of your fingers. 

Breath hitches inside a kiss as his zipper is pulled down, he’s not wearing underwear which takes you by surprise as your fingers sink into thick black hair. It’s warm and sweaty, a furnace was ablaze in there, it feels good against this cold night. You meet his eyes for encouragement and he’s grinning, shivering in excitement. So you move lower and the heat builds, sensitive, paper-thin skin over taught muscle meeting your touch and Luffy leans in to kiss you again, desperate for more contact to soothe his explosion of pleasure. 

“God… oh…” he says under his breath, followed by a little whimper when you wrap your hand around it and draw it out of his jeans, free to pulse and throb in your gentle hold, Luffy looking down in curiosity at his own body and how it burns in such a nice way. “It’s bigger…” he comments innocently, “and it feels nice, this feels… mm…”

“Does this feel ok?” You give him a slow, loving stroke, leaking tip to base, squeezing veins and swiping your thumb over his slit. All so carefully.

He just gives you a choked moan, hips faltering as they thrust into your touch. His cheeks are pink and his tip is blooming red. 

You kiss his neck as your hand moves. Making all his nerves flare at once and his arms grip you tightly, pulling you close, cock bouncing against you. You kiss his collarbone and shoulders, he smells like strong, palpable male arousal, so thick you can taste it on his skin. Your strokes become rhythmic as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to soak in all of it at once. He moans in your ear.

“I want you to kiss it,” he says simply, looking up at you, face flushed as you reach up to touch his cheek. 

“Yeah, I can do that…” you murmur a bit nervously as you push him gently back against the mast, settling yourself between his legs, lying down. You kiss his stomach lovingly, still stroking him up and down. You look up at him for encouragement as he nods eagerly. 

You give the tip a soft, tiny kiss, and even just that makes him thrust his hips forward in excitement, before you quickly put your hands on his waist to still him. “Luffy! Hey… this is important… you can’t thrust or push my head as I’m doing this, ok? It’s gonna hurt me. Can you promise you won’t do that?”

“Oh… I’m sorry!” He looks at you in embarrassment, as his eyes still beg you. “I promise!”

So your lips return, in a quick yet delicate motion he’s taken a couple inches into your mouth, your tongue swirling the flower petal skin. He gasps in pleasure and excitement, hand resting on your shoulder but careful not to push. It’s a strong, sweaty taste, but you’re surprised how much you like it, probably because it’s him. And you like everything about him. You close your eyes since you don’t really know where to look, you just focus on doing what you never thought you’d get to do, moving your head up and down, a hand wrapped around anything you can’t fit in your mouth. Luffy’s gasps turn to moans turn to groans turn to whimpers. He’s trying so hard not to jerk up into your throat, he’s doing so well. But he’s shaking in pleasure, so you know he’s enjoying himself, you feel your own arousal build in time with his, everything in sync, you feel his heartbeat in the veins on your tongue. 

Your saliva builds around him, he feels warmth like he never has, softness, a massage of a tongue, it feels like a kiss but on his nervous system, or his heart. Somewhere unimaginably sensitive. He watches you intently with hooded eyes as he feels his world shrink and build towards a point of full connection. Tension grows in his stomach. He wants to say something but he doesn’t really know how to explain what’s going on, just that something is about to happen.

You know at least a little, how his cock is a burning fire on your tongue, picking up in heartbeat, shuddering from his body growing more and more and he can’t resist anymore, digging his hand into your hair.

He cums into your mouth, down your throat, with a sudden and inescapable force. You choke, but you swallow, pulling away to cough after a moment.

“Sorry…” he murmurs, dazed.

“It’s ok.” You smile up at him, wiping your mouth, letting him admire you as his high fades. You lean up to kiss him and he flinches at his own taste on your lips. But he kisses back, hard. 

“I liked that. Can I do that to you?” His eyes are curious, bright, full of genuine desire to make you feel what he just did. You take his hand as he rests his head on your shoulder. 

“Y- yeah…” You lay back down. You face away from him. You look up and nerves shoot through your body as he admires you, reaching for your pants as you did to him. He’s confident. He grabs your belt line and digs his fingers into the soft flesh down there, making you squirm and whimper. His eyes are soaking in every part of you, flicking from your face to your body to his hands. He pulls down your pants, exposing soft lace panties, a murmur stuck in his throat. His lips are trembling.

“Woww. Can I take these off, [name]?” He’s grinning widely as his thumb snaps mindlessly at the line of fabric over your hip. 

“I’d like that…” You turn your eyes to the sky as it feels freer than here. A breeze comes from the ocean and hits new skin just as Luffy pulls your panties off, you shiver and he immediately returns his fingers to the flesh on your hips. But now his breath has gone labored again. He pinches you to try to get you to look at him and when you do, you see his eyes are brighter than the stars behind him, amazed and excited over you in a way you’d never seen from any man before. 

“You’re real pretty,” he says softly. His hands are moving in circles now, all around your thighs, he’s smiling and it’s infectious, even though you’re still gripped by nerves. You smile. You thank him. 

You tell him, “So are you.”

And as you pet his hair his eyes return to your legs, your inner thighs, your bare pussy. He is captivated by the way it shines, he doesn’t quite know what he’s seeing but he wants to do what you just did to him so he leans in and gives you a kiss on your clit, making your eyes squeeze shut and your body flicker like lightning. His warm breath cools you. He gasps after that tiny taste and immediately returns his lips to the sweetness he found there. His tongue presses against the silky folds it finds and he moans and speaks indistinctly against you there, saying something about how good this tastes. You’re staring up at the gray night sky again, you’re overwhelmed with emotion and sensation from every direction but his arms clamp around your thighs to spread you open and hold you in place. That’s grounding. You’re being held. 

He is in awe of the abundance he’s found as his lips press past a juicy shell and he sinks his teeth into something so tender, like the inside of a fruit, you have just enough time to tell him, “No biting!” but he bites anyway. His high from earlier mixed with the smell and the taste and the feel of you have set him alight and he wants more, more, more.

He makes no attempt to hide noise or motion as he eats you out, gnawing on the softness now in reach of him, you’re like satin on each other, his tongue greedy and ceaseless, your walls eager and melting. He gets up onto his knees, dragging your thighs over his shoulders, face buried between your legs as he devours messily with no coordination but with so much care. You hear the sounds of swallowing, of true, real enjoyment, he tries to talk to you again but he’s muffled and he’s talking into you now which sends vibrations shooting through your body. You melt against his mouth. You reach up to give his head an encouraging pet, he’s exploring, his tongue is tracing roughly through your pussy to each corner, another bite on the clit, another swipe through each fold. He finds your slit, the hole into you, he moves his tongue in a slow circle in simple curiosity before diving in with a smile, making you moan as his tongue slithers inside your body. It’s an overwhelming explosion of sensation, maybe his rubbery tongue is stretching out inside of you or maybe it’s just crazy that this is happening at all and you’ve never felt something like this. 

“Yeah, you’re doing good, Luffy! You’re doing… so good…” you gasp because he probably likes hearing stuff like that. 

He tightens his hold and then — where did he learn this? He’s sticking two fingers inside you, pumping in rhythm with the laps from his tongue, you feel and hear the wetness build as he murmurs praise and you let yourself get lost here. It’s so much, it’s so everywhere. 

It takes awhile but Luffy doesn’t slow down, in a burst of shooting stars and white light and you feel your body spasm and you orgasm into his mouth, he makes a surprised sound but is overjoyed to be able to taste more of you, and he doesn’t set you down or move away from the glistening, swollen skin until you’re clean, clean from his mouth, his endless appetite. You’ve never felt anything like that. You didn’t know that was possible, even, for it to feel that good, that loving.

Luffy sets you down and then with no time for breath he scoops you into his arms and places you on his lap, his hug firm and protective. “Was that good? Did you like it?”

“God, I liked it so much, Luffy. It was perfect. You’re so good at that. How’re you so good at that?” You whisper into his ear, rubbing appreciative circles on his upper back, your body spent. 

“I’m good at it? I just did what I thought would work… and it made you happy!” He says with a smile, face pressed against your cheek. 

You sit like that for a long time. The night is freezing but there’s nowhere else you need to be than in his arms. 

There’s nothing but wind and breath in the air, a quiet, foggy night, a gray moon, faded stars, a sky made from India ink. Your bare skin prickles from the cold. Luffy presses his face against yours in a kind of love you’ve never felt before in your life. You wonder what it will be like now, if you’ll be a couple after this, or just go on like this forever without closer inspection, if things will feel different or strangely the same. But none of that matters in this moment, right?

Eventually, Luffy pulls away and looks at you. “Wanna go hang out in my bed? It’s really cold.”

[orange-artist]

Hii, I hope this ask find you well :)

(Warning, I talk a lot, sorry abt that lmao)

Your gods au has been living rent free in my head. I'm still catching up on One piece, currently finished Marineford and your comic on how this would have gone differently really healed my poor heart (cry).

Anyway, I have this concept in my head that I wanted to share with you. Remember in Thriller Bark when Moria was stealing Luffy's shadow ? I like to think that since he's a god it definitely cannot be this easy.

Picture this :

Moria doing his little evil laugh while putting the shadow inside Oars.

And he wait, and wait and...nothing.

"What the-"

"I don't think they want to obey you."

Everyone turned around completely confused to the boy who was definitely supposed to be unconsious on the ground right now.

Moria didn't like his smile, and since when were his eyes red ?

Just then, the shadow pool out of Oars. Moving like liquid across the floor until they reach the feet of their rightful owner. The pirated sigh quietly in relief as his shadow is returned to him.

And now the shadow spread freely behind the boy. Filling the floor, growing bigger and bigger until it reached the ceiling. The light grew dimmer as the smile on the boy and his shadow grew wider.

Moria, shouldn't be afraid of a mere shadow, yet as he watched the pitch black behemoth clinging to the wall of his own home, he can't help but shiver.

The damn thing was as big as fucking oars, and the grin didn't help it make it more friendly.

"How do you... What are you doing?"

Moria looked at the boy, who look even smaller with his own shadow looming over his head.

Luffy smiled softly, as he remember something very important to him.

"A long while ago, my brother taught me how to talk to my own shadow. That way I was never really alone."

His grin now turned manic matching the one of his shadow.

"Do you want to see what I taught them too ?"

Btw english is not my native language so I hope it's alright I just wanted to share a bit of a that scene I keep having on my head.

Anyway, since Chopper and Usopp are witnessing all this, they are completely appalled. And when asked about is later, Luffy just say 'yeah lmao my big bro taught that, it's pretty cool right? :D' And they just have to accept it ig. Luffy might as well

- \(:/) /-

It's Sabo who taught him that. Since I think I remember you saying somewhere that he had shadows following him everywhere, and he's also called "Shadow of judgement". I just think it would be fitting if he could talk and control shadows in a way. And of course he taught his little crybaby brother a few trick so he could always have a friend to talk to. So Luffy is basically bestie with his own shadow. (I just think it would be sweet af.) It give him even more criptid vibe. Like you think he's talking to himself looking at the wall or the floor, but truly he just speak with his bestie lmao.

Anyway these are just my thoughts, do whatever you want with this

Have a nice day <3

AYOOOOOO

HOLY SHIT.

Pop off!!!! That's very chewy.

I've been thinking about Thriller Bark and

I think Luffy's shadow would be too free to follow anyone's orders. 😌 I personally wouldn't, uh, personify it, but goddamn is Luffy being friends with his shadow a fun thought.

[storiesbyrhi]

Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: We speak to those beyond. 3668 words.

1986

Time was not linear. Nor was it circular. It was an overlapping collage of everything that had ever happened. A compressed murder board. A grimoire swallowed whole. Eddie remembered it all.

A century of Eptesicus fuscus, a shell of consciousness. Hawkins. A sickness. A witch’s healing hand. Before that, the flatlands. A coven. You. Oh, you, his little witch.

“Those are not your apples.” Cleansing crystals by moonlight. Amabel, little witch. Lonely vampire. Collecting flowers and berries. Green milkweed. Unconditional good. A forest gate. “Bloodline magic, far and wide.” A bet, a kiss, and a name.  “I envy your world of absolutes. And I love you so.” Marguerite du Bruyeres’ letters to Guillaume du Bruyeres. Unmistakably vampire carnage. Blood of my blood.

Eddie let you slip onto the pillow, then escaped out of the trailer and into the early morning. The sun would rise soon but he needed to move. Run. Scream.

The sisters – Sally and Gillian. Penelope, the spellcaster. “By your hand he is taken and I die on this night, or you let us go and free yourself of this burden.” Transformation. Walking through the grass. Black-eyed Susan, tansy, elecampane, yellow carnation, cyclamen. Blood of my blood.

He remembered who he was before you. And before Roanoke. His accent and gait may have changed, but he was the same sad, doomed soul he’d been then. Still a monster.

Eddie sobbed. He went to the forest gate on the outskirts of town and laid in the grass, looking up at the starry sky, letting the shame and horror and regret drown him.

What was he to do? How would he tell you? Should he tell you? Would you be able to see it on his face?

He waited until the very last minutes of night to return to Forest Hills. Eddie moved slowly through the town; slowly, at least, for him. He could picture it all now, how it used to be. The dirt roads. The vacuum of quiet that proceeded the era of constant electrical white noise.

You slept well into the morning, but roused yourself before midday. Eddie was watching Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope. He seemed immersed, so you went about making breakfast. Assam tea with cocoa husks. Oatmeal with sultanas and brown sugar.

There was an awkwardness to Eddie when you sat next to him, curling up close enough to touch. Your mind cycled through possibilities with rapid fire speed. The notion it kept circling back to was – did he regret kissing you?

“Chewie reminds me of the creatures that live in the woods. Have you seen them? Over in the north-west?” you asked, trying to break the ice.

Eddie nodded. “They are shy,”

“Yeah. The humans don’t know about them. Well. They do, but most of them think it’s a hoax. They’re considered cryptids… Which is like, an animal or creature that may or may not exist…” You were rambling. “When they see one, they call it Bigfoot… But Chewie definitely looks like one.”

Eddie didn’t answer. You hadn’t appeared to notice the significance of him remembering something, even something innocuous like the existence of things in the woods.

You finished eating, washed your dishes, and returned to the couch. Star Wars ended and you had no real choice but to address the atmosphere.

“Are you okay?” you asked Eddie.

He looked at you, something in his expression you couldn’t quite place. He nodded. “Yes… Perhaps on edge regarding what your Witches will tell,”

“Yeah… Well then, let’s not put it off any longer.”

Directing Eddie to sit across the room, you knelt at your altar and lit two candles. A pale blue candle for truth. A darker indigo candle for intuition and breaking through illusion. With paper in front of you and a pen in hand, you closed your eyes.

The Witches Who Came Before were always with you, so you needn’t call for them. Instead, you spoke to them with clear intention.

“It is not my place to question you. But it is your place to guide me. To offer truth. Long ago, you foretold of us leaving the flatlands. Then, you warned me of returning. What would have happened if I had heeded that warning?”

The temperature of the room dropped and the air grew thick. Eddie felt his skin tingle and prickle, a frisson of fear and excitement running through him.

“I know you see him for what he is. Without him, Vecna would not have been defeated. Can you say without doubt that he would have been without my intervention?”

It was a challenge to them. If you and Eddie hadn’t destroyed Vecna, could your coven have stopped him? Could all the witches in the world have stop him? Maybe, sure. However, somewhere deep down you knew the answer. Vecna did not belong to this plane of existence. He wasn’t even of the world he inhabited. And a witch can only fight within the boundaries of the natural world.

If you had not come to Hawkins, if you had not found the bat and restored Eddie to his vampire form, Vecna would have taken the town, then the world.

The Witches were silent. It told you that you were right.

“You said that not all callings are sanctified, but that the voice calling me was coming into focus for you. Do you know what brought me here?”

The flames flickered and your hand picked up the signal. The words scrawled along the paper faster than you could read.

“Life and Death have no voice… They do not come calling in the night,” The Witches said. “Their siblings are to follow suit, yet they are wayward in their youth,”

“Which of their siblings called to me?” you asked.

“Destiny was formed in shattered ruins.”

The letters were so unfamiliar, you weren’t sure which witch was speaking to you. It didn’t matter. You had an answer. Destiny had broken free of the rules and reached out to you, urging you to come to Hawkins.

“If I was fated to return to Hawkins, then I was fated to find him?”

Y. E. S. was written over and over, the word tracing itself again and again.

“Why me?”

“Like calls to like. Fate to fate. Love to love,” they said. “History will not repeat itself,”

“A history I do not remember.”

For a moment, quiet. “Lore must be rewritten. You must remember.”

You looked over at Eddie, who could not see any of the words on the page. He was watching you intently, something so human behind his eyes.

“How?” you asked The Witches. “How can I remember?”

“By definition. Blood for blood. Magic for magic.”

You didn’t understand but it felt like enough information that you could figure it out. There was one more thing you needed to know. “The coven… Did I betray them or have they betrayed me?”

“Knowledge is… a creator’s prerogative.”

The pen dropped and the flames were snuffed by an unseen power. You breathed out and read the pages again. Eddie came to sit opposite you. He took the paper.

“Destiny is… a sentient thing?” Eddie asked.

“It’s not meant to be. Forces like fate and life and death shouldn’t… proactively… change the course of what happens on Earth. Not for good reason,”

“I assume we will not hear this reason from Destiny,”

“No… But… It’s an answer. I was called here to find you so we could kill Vecna.”

It was a hypothesis you had both considered. It should have felt satisfying to have it confirmed, yet it was a shallow kind of resolution.

“And, it had to be you,” Eddie said. He knew why it had to be you. No other witch would have saved a vampire. It pained him to see you confused and lost.

“When I get my memories back, I’ll know why it had to be me,”

“By definition. Blood for blood. Magic for magic,” Eddie read off the page. You nodded. “By definition, you are a witch, you are magic. Therefore, it is through magic that you will find your memories,” he reasoned.

It clicked into place in your mind. “And by definition, you are a vampire… blood… so… Through blood you’ll get yours back?” you guessed.

When you looked up at Eddie, you expected to see your own excited expression mirrored. Instead, there was restraint. He broke eye contact almost immediately and began to nod, standing up and walking away.

“Yes. Although I don’t-” he began.

“Stop,” you whispered.

You got up and followed him across the room, he took a step to move away from you but you grabbed him by the wrist. Eddie was helpless as you squinted your eyes and studied his face. When you figured it out, a small gasp slipped from your lips and you let go of him.

As you went to speak, your voice cracked and you had to start again. “How long?”

Eddie said your name with too much softness.

“No. No. Don’t… Don’t do that. How long have you remembered? Do you remember everything? When… When did you remember?” You felt like you were going to throw up.

It hurt.

Not the nausea or the sudden headache, but the deceit. You had thought you and Eddie were a united front. A team. But he had lied to you.

“Only last night, but-”

“Last night?! Was that before or after we…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Now that your face was contorted with fear and sadness, Eddie’s mirror yours.

“Please, let me tell you. I’ll tell you everything,” he begged. His hand reached out; he wanted to brush the tears from your cheeks.

You flinched and Eddie moved back in response.

Had you been stupid to trust a vampire? Was everything you felt about Eddie misguided? Were all your bad decisions going to lead to a reckoning, where excommunication was the best outcome you could hope for?

Eddie wanted desperately to spill it all out. To tell you everything that had happened in 1836. To warn you against trusting your coven. To help you find your memories, and maybe Kelsey’s too. But the more he pushed, the more you pulled away. He’d never had faith in anything, but he demanded it of himself in that moment. Have faith in fate. Have faith in his little witch.

Your mind was having trouble holding any one thought. Normally, you’d be cycling through them all, but it felt like your brain was empty. Long hallways leading to unfurnished rooms. Cavernous spaces. Haunted. You were frozen on the spot, watching Eddie watch you. Then, everything came into sharp focus at the sound of a knock on the trailer’s front door.

The tension was popped and you choked back a half-sob. Eddie hid himself in the bedroom, closing the door behind him, as you answered. He climbed onto the bed and curled up, regret washing over him as he closed his eyes and listened.

Sunlight poured in as the door swung open, Robin and Nancy’s shadows casting long across the trailer’s carpet. You frowned, at first, confused by their appearance. The grief was so intense that it was almost an entity standing beside them. You understood then.

“Hey,” Nancy greeted weakly.

“Hi,” you replied.

It felt strange following a normal social script with them. Yet, you all persisted.

“This is Dustin,” she introduced, taking a step to reveal a child standing behind her.

You knew who he was and nodded politely in his direction. He was already crying. Sighing, you looked away from them, out at Forest Hills. Life was returning to it, but you had been too busy with your own shit to notice.

“It might be too early for this,” you told them.

“It’s past midday,” Robin countered.

“No, I mean, too early in the grieving process. It’s only been a couple days,” you explained.

“Are you saying that… He won’t… Answer us… yet? Or that we aren’t ready to talk to him?” Nancy asked. “Because, no offense, but you don’t know us well enough to tell us if we’re ready,”

“We’re ready,” Robin added.

You sucked your bottom lip in, forgetting the split. You winced at the pain, tasted the blood. The blood. Was that how Eddie got his memory back? Had he kissed blood from your mouth and found history in it?

“I didn’t get to say goodbye,” Dustin squeaked. The boy’s face was pure misery. His nose was red from rubbing it with tissues. His eyes were bloodshot. He was clenching his jaw.

Stepping aside, you nodded. “Okay. Come in.”

Eddie stayed where he was, knowing it was not his place to intrude on such a private event.

You cleared the altar in the middle of the lounge room and directed the teens to sit around it. They watched as you gathered items from around the place and mumbled to yourself while scribbling into a notebook.

“Where there is death, there have always been attempts to commune with the dead. It is not a practice that belongs strictly to witches. Since the beginning of time, humans have sought out methods to speak to those they’ve lost. Where connection has been made, it is usually more to do with the dead than the methods of the living, but nonetheless, it has happened.”

Nancy was listening intently, ever the student. Robin and Dustin both looked at each other, sharing inpatient expressions.

“It’s important to understand history. If you want to participate in the craft, you owe it at least that,” you told them. “Our way of bridging us and them is dependent on the dead. How they appear is dictated by them entirely,”

“What does that mean?” Nancy asked.

“It means, I can send them a message and open the doorway, but if and how they walk through it has nothing to do with me. They could send a single message back. Just an echo I hear. Their form may appear, ready to hold conversation. Alternatively, they may close the door and lock it. You need to be prepared for any of these outcomes,”

“He’ll want to talk to us,” Dustin said. “I know he will.”

You hoped he was right.

If the altar was at the center of an invisible pentagram, you placed an object at each point. A small plate of chunks of cedarwood, burning slowly. Black onyx. Sprigs of vervain. A bowl of moon water. Finally, a white candle burning at where the top of the pentagram would be.

You sat at the altar and used a pin to open a tiny wound in your finger. Closing your eyes and letting the blood roll down your hand, you spoke. “I offer my blood, the blood of a born witch, in payment of passage into the ether.” You opened your eyes and looked at the teens. “You can call to him,” you instructed.

They looked between themselves, silently figuring out who would go first. Naturally, Nancy took a deep breath in. Her eyes glazed over with tears. Her voice was small. “Steve? Are you there?”

She looked to you for guidance; you nodded for her to continue.

“Steve… It’s Nancy… Robin and Dustin are here too… We…” She had to stop to steel her nerves. “We miss you. And. Um. We… we wanted…” It was suddenly impossible for her to say the words ‘to say goodbye.’ Nancy started to cry.

“Hey- hey, dingus,” Robin took over. “Are you there? You’re probably busy… hitting on ghost chicks already… But, um, if you could just… just tune in for a minute…”

Everyone’s attention snapped to the bowl of water as it shook and spilled. You felt him first. Warmth. Steve Harrington felt warm.

“He’s here,” you told them. “He’s listening.”

They all focused, trying to sense what you did. Slowly, his outline was becoming visible to you. He was behind his friends, leaning against the trailer’s wall, by the door. Steve’s arms were crossed against his chest and one leg was folded, foot flat against the wall. He appeared casual, already at peace with his death.

“Your friends wanted to say goodbye to you,” you said to him.

“Are you like…” Steve waved his hands in the air. “Like a witch?”

You nodded.

“All this is… Are you a- a good witch?”

“Was that a genuine question or are you quoting The Wizard of Oz?” you asked him.

Robin covered her face with her hands as Dustin rolled his eyes.

“I thought dying, might, you know, level him up?” Dustin whispered through his tears.

“I can hear you,” Steve said.

“Does he know we tried… we…” Nancy cut through the comedy with her grief, getting stuck on her words again.

Steve nodded. He moved through the trailer, his form semi-transparent and snapping with residual energy. He sat next to you, looking over at his friends. 

“He knows you tried to save him. He knows you didn’t want to leave him there,” you told them.

“Tell Dustin that he doesn’t need to feel guilty. I’m glad he wasn’t there,” Steve said.

“It’s good you weren’t there, Dustin. Steve is thankful you were safe and that you didn’t have to see him in the end,”

“And tell him that he’s the coolest kid I ever knew. That I figured that out on the train tracks. He’s cool and he’s so smart. Twice as smart as me. More, probably. He’s gonna grow up and be the kind of man I wish I was.”

You watched Steve as he spoke. The way he looked at Dustin with admiration in his eyes. Like this kid who probably worshipped him was actually the hero of the group.

You relayed Steve’s message word-for-word. Dustin whimpered and let Nancy wrap an arm around him.

“Thanks, man,” Dustin managed to get out. “I love you.”

Steve looked to Robin next. “I don’t know how to explain it to her,” he told you.

“It’s okay. I think she’ll understand,”

“Yeah… That’s it though. She gets me. And I get her. Like… I feel normal around her. I can just be… me. She’s my best friend… I have a shit load of regrets but not knowing Robin sooner is right at the top of that list. Tell her… that she’s so much braver than she thinks she is. And that she’s smart in a way nobody else is… And that she totally deserves to be loved. And not by some girl who keeps it a secret. Nothing like that. She deserves the whole love story movie thing… romantic comedy with the happy ending. Can you tell her that?”

You could and you did.

Robin nodded to herself in a self-soothing action, then pulled her knees up to her chest and started to rock. Steve frowned at her.

“Tell her that she should still go on the trip we were thinking about,”

“He says you should still go on the trip,” you said to her.

Robin barked out a broken laugh. “Sunshine, beers, and babes,” she said.

“Oh! And tell her if someone pauses Fast Times at Ridgemont High at 53 minutes and 5 seconds, she knows what it means.”

Robin laughed again and nodded. “Noted.”

Steve nodded along with her. “Maybe she should take Nancy on the trip. They’d actually make really good friends if they got to know each other,”

“I think they’re doing that,” you told him.

“That’s good…” He looked at Nancy. “I had the chance to tell her everything, near the end. Got some of it… Tell her… Shit. I don’t know how to say it without sounding like I’m blowing smoke up her ass,”

“You’re up Nancy. He needs a second. Says he doesn’t know how to tell you what he needs to without sounding like he’s blowing smoke up your ass.”

Everyone laughed. Except Steve. He held his hands up in question. “What the hell, man? You said you were a good witch!”

You liked Steve.

“Okay… She needs to really believe what I told her. About how she really helped me stop being such an asshole. And that it’s okay how it ended between us. I was stuck in the present but Nancy sees the future. Big plans, you know? She should know that’s a good thing.”

As soon as you started to give Nancy the message, she burst into tears again.

“Tell her that I love that she always trusts her gut. And that she’ll always look so hot with a shotgun… And tell her that I’ll say hi to Barb for her.”

The room fell into silence after the last of Nancy’s goodbye was said. Nobody was ready to move on just yet. After a few minutes of reflection, Steve’s form began to flicker. He knew what it meant. When you sat up straight, the others all looked at you.

“I gotta go,” Steve said.

“Yeah,” you replied softly. “Here. Hold my hand.”

Steve frowned, unsure of what would happen. Still, he thought it best to do what a good witch said. He took your hand and felt a zap of electricity or something magic.

“Any last words?” you asked him.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. The others all gasped. Steve looked to them then back to you. “They can hear me?”

Robin started to sob again. Dustin nodded.

“Oh, shit, okay. Shit… Hi… Shit…”

“It’s okay,” you told him, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah… Uh… Just… It’s okay, you know? It… it had to be this way. There’s already plenty of Steves in the world, you know? But there’s only one Dustin Henderson. One Robin Buckley. One Nancy Wheeler. The world needs you guys. So, it’s okay. I’m okay. I love you.”

The others cried and said goodbye. They held each other and let themselves feel it all.

Steve’s hand slowly faded out of yours, until there was nothing left but his warmth and the memory of him etched into his friends' minds like love letters swiped through wet concrete.

End Note: This chapter was written very much in collab with @dr-aculaaa, my resident Steve expert. Thank you so much! I hope you like how the scene turned out.

Chapter seventeen is a little bit of an interlude, it's an ode to both Steve and to the magic that runs through this story. But also... now she knows Eddie knows... yikes.

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[angel-gone-south]

i have a request for gn!reader who js eats everything after seeing my brothers doing this. Most common stuff bein like playdoh, orbeez, or flowers w craig, tweek and maybe some of the main kids? probably would make more sense if they all were 4th graders? (srry if its too much, like ur stuff and saw reqs were open!)

Main 5 + Craig and Those Guys w/ Reader Who Eats Everything!

my friend used to do this. i think its a disorder? pica iirc anyway TYSM FOR UR REQ 4th grade reader + boys

【☆】★【☆】

Eric Cartman

hey what are u doing

hey that's not food, you idiot

makes fun of you for it

but secretly keeps an eye on what goes in

berates you extra hard when its something extra bad

brings you snacks sometimes so you don't put bad shit in your mouth

if you question him about it "mom packed too much"

Kyle Broflovski

no!! no no!!!

lectures you like a mom

brings you chew stims or snacks when he can

has to practically keep you on a leash

jesus christ he does the thing where he pinches the bridge of his nose when he gets annoyed

enjoys your presence but you stress him out deeply!

Stan Marsh

bets you you can't swallow it (if it's safe)

holds your hand in a death grip so you can't run off and get into something really bad

steals his sister's mints and gum so you can have it

sometimes you gnaw on his arm

he pats your head while you do

thinks you're MAD WEIRD but loves u fr

Kenny McCormick

dude he does it too a lot

if he doesn't think it's safe he eats it first

has died a lot this way

doesn't mind though if it keeps you safe

would let you chew on him but he's a bit stinky so you don't

he steals you dog toys as a joke but you actually use them

flattered but laughs at you

Butters Stotch

oh golly

please dont eat those

he worries so bad

:[

makes you the stuff that's like playdough but edible

has chew stims out the wazoo

lets you chew on his sleeve and then wails about the wetness

he doesn't actually mind though

Craig Tucker

pays you to do it

laughs when you hate the taste of something

"your fault for putting it in your mouth, idiot."

he's right tbh but you still pout about it

has so many pictures of you putting random shit near your mouth

taken seconds before he snatched them away from you

his sister eggs you on

he yells at her for it and then also eggs you on

Tweek Tweak

oh god oh god please don't!!

screams when he catches you

you've got this boy practically ripping his hair out

worried about even the smallest things

he can't stand to watch but also feels inclined to (to keep you safe)

learns the Heimlich just because of you

bought books upon books of what flowers, bugs, and plants are ok to eat

it keeps him up at night

Jimmy Valmer

always cracking jokes

definitely thinks you should be more careful though

will learn about it (not to the tweek extent)

tries some stuff with you like wild blackberries

one time you guys ate gingko sapling

boy, the bitter taste would NOT come out!

Tolkien Black

while he thinks it's cute, he will urge you to stop

whenever the boys catch you doing it clyde goes "aw, momma's gonna be mad"

then turns to tolkien

eye rolls are given in return as he stops you from consuming literal poison ivy

gives you gum and chewy stimmies

holds you by the shirt collar when you run to grab something

Clyde Donovan

silly goose

honest to god makes bets with craig on if you will (tw) throw up or not

bites you back if you bite him

eats certain things with you

you both got sick from eating marigolds once

his mom was not very happy with you

but the days next to each other in the hospital room were fun

you ate flowers less after that

[cryptids-and-muses]

I watched return of the jedi for the first time in 4 years and here are my thoughts:

I know the line between sci-fi and fantasy is already super blurry but Star Wars truly feels like a fantasy movie. It’s in the costumes, the worldbuilding, the vibe, the odd encounters, palpatine’s entire character. And while there is futuristic tech the world of Star Wars doesn’t feel particularly Futuristic™️, if that makes sense.

There’s this one imperial officer Bacar interacts with at the start of the movie who acts his ASS off. Seriously give this man an Oscar. The fear!! The subtly!! The little gulp he does before facing Vadar!!! The palpable terror at the idea of the emperor coming there!!! This dude single handedly sets up palpatine as a threat

PRACTICAL SETS!!! All the practical sets!!! There’s so many sequences, especially in jabba’s palace but they’re throughout, where the characters casually interact with the world around them, and it’s such a small detail but it means so much to me. They really feel like they’re part of the world. My favorites were the Hall of Horrors C-3PO walks through in Jabba’s palace and Luke interacting with his x-wing on dagoba

It’s not all this great though, the green screen to the sarlack pit was awful. I found it endearing.

Also I love how there’s so much this movie doesn’t explain to you. There’s this weird robot spider thing in Jabba’s palace that we see when R2 and C-3PO walk in!!! What does it do!!! There’s a guy who’s super upset when Luke kills that monster!!! Who is he!!! And a bunch of other weird little things that just aren’t elaborated on. On top of that there’s just all these strange aliens just chilling, living their lives, some of which I don’t think we see again. It all comes together to make the world feel so much bigger than what we see.

I’d heard the analysis that Luke wears black in return of the Jedi to allude to a possible fall to the dark side, but that analysis hadn’t really clicked for me until this watch through. Like dude’s introduction was him force choking someone

Honestly like has this kind of subdued confidence this whole movie and I love it. He knows he’s good but doesn’t need to flaunt it.

Like his grin when he says “you should have bargained jabba. It’s the last mistake you’ll ever make” I love it

Luke is actually really subdued this entire movie, which tracks with all the internal conflict he’s dealing with. The biggest displays of emotion we see from him are when he’s reuniting with friends or when he goes OFF on Vadar at the end for threatening leia

Chewbacca and Han’s reunion 😭, they care so much about each other, chewy pets his head

In general everyone is so happy to see each other in this movie, every time someone shows up after being separated everyone is so excited to see them. There’s so many hugs. You can really tell they care about each other.

Due to some of the framing, I don’t think leia slaughtering Jabba was part of the plan. I think she just saw an opportunity and took it. Girlboss.

I noticed Luke’s fighting style with his lightsaber is much tougher around the edges, it’s less elegant, which tracks with him having much less official training with it. I like it

Yoda trying to use dying as a way to avoid Luke’s questions. Iconic.

Yoda’s choked out dying words of “there is another skywalker” become so much funnier when you remember he becomes a force ghost. The man could just peacefully pass then come back 10 minutes later and continue the conversation, he doesn’t need to try this hard to get the words out. Then again that would take some of the drama out of it.

Han is just so great in this movie, he’s got a reputation for being this suave sarcastic outlaw, which to be fair he kind of was in new hope, but here he’s just so sweet. He’s the one telling Luke to be more optimistic! When lando gets his promotion to general he doesn’t tell him about his own, and looks genuinely bashful when it’s brought up in front of the group! He goes to check on leia after she talks with Luke! He gives lando the falcon because he knows it’ll help him even though the ship means so much to him and is scared of it getting destroyed! When he thinks leia has feelings for Luke he offers to step aside and not get in the way! This man cares about his friends!

Speaking of that moment with leia after Luke leaves, that’s the one moment we see him being a dick, he lashes out with “but you could tell Luke? Is that who you could tell?!” But then immediately apologizes and comforts her when she asks for it. He loves leia so much and it’s so obvious the entire time

My man thought he was in this love triangle and was doing his best, and was fully prepared to step aside and let leia be happy with Luke. And the face journey he goes on when leia tells him luke is her brother. It’s gold. It’s that math meme but even better.

For the mission to endor, Luke and leia are both in these camo space ponchos and helmets but apparently Han’s outfit was to iconic to change because he just puts on a camo trench coat over his usual outfit

The first speeder chase through the woods of endor struck me as much more low key then it would have been if it was made today. This isn’t a bad thing, but I know if it was made today it would have been much more dramatic, a set piece

When leia goes missing Han, Luke, and chewy immediately peel off from the group to go find her. Good friends but you are LEADING THE MISSION

Leia meeting the ewok is a fun sequence and it’s funny how she just rolls with it. She does not question it, just accepts this little guy is here now and starts following him. It’s funny to contrast this with when Luke, Han, and chewy rescued her in a new hope and she fought every step of the way

In general the Ewoks are such a strange and whimsical inclusion. Like this is part 3 in a space opera and a huge chunk of it has these little furry dudes who live and fight like the lost boys from Peter Pan that we’ve literally never seen before. It’s weird

Luke is so delighted by the Ewoks, from his little smile when the first surround them to trying to hide his laughter at them thinking C-3PO is a god

Also we should not ignore how hilarious his idea to scare the Ewoks into listening was. And the man knew it too, you could tell from his smile. The little shit.

The storytelling sequence!!! I love it!! I love how C-3PO uses the sound effects! I love how everyone is huddled together! I love how we the audience can tell what’s being said from context clues even if we don’t understand all the words!!

Luke peacing out like “it’s time to angst😔”

I do think the bridge scene between luke and leia could have been done a bit better but it wasn’t bad, just a bit flat for the gravity of what was being revealed. Leia and Han are great though

I love luke and vadar’s back and forths even if they can get repetitive

The writers really used “search your feelings” or “your feelings betray you” as shortcuts to avoid hard writing huh

The emperor was such a little gremlin, he did nothing but talk about how luke was going to fall to him, how he knew everything was gonna happen and it’s all according to his plan, he really didn’t do anything but talk shit until the very end with the force lightning

To be fair, Vadar didn’t do anything until the force lightning either

Neither of these points are complaints, palpatine is supposed to be a shadowy scheming villain that others do the dirty work for and the really pull it off. And vadar’s passivity in this movie I think demonstrates the conflict he’s feeling. Despite his words about how he must do his emperor’s will, he’s not really doing that right now, is he? He’s not really defying orders either but something is different

Something I noticed!!! When Han’s team first make it in to the back door, off in the corner as they go inside we see a storm trooper adjusting his armor and taking his position again. One of the rebels stole the storm troopers armor and took their place. This doesn’t lead up to anything but it’s SUCH a cool detail

The true hero’s of this movie are the Ewoks, palpatine had Han’s team captured and the air fleet on the ropes before the Ewoks stepped in and saved Han and co. Palpatine would probably have won if it weren’t for them. It’s great.

I really love luke so much, he’s just so compassionate. For his friends, for his father, for everyone. This is the trait that makes him a hero. It’s literally what palpatine tried to use to turn him, the anger he’d feel at watching his friends die because he loves them so much

“No, you’re wrong. I am a Jedi, like my father before me” not gonna lie, this was kinda hot. It’s that quiet confidence I was talking about earlier. Also the way he nods towards vadar when he mentions his father

“….so be it, Jedi” THIS!!!! THIS!!!! I love this so much!! Because the entire movie palpatine has been talking about how Luke is going to fall to him, how it’s inevitable, how Luke is foolish to think otherwise. But this moment right here, is him acknowledging he’s wrong. He won’t be able to turn Luke, he failed. Luke truly is a Jedi and even palpatine cannot away him. It’s so fucking good

When vadar lifts up palpatine to stop him, we get a reaction shot for Luke who just looks so confused. Appropriate reaction.

As luke is dragging vadar to his ship we see imperial officers and storm troopers running around to try and escape and I just want to know what the fuck was going through their heads when they saw Luke and vadar

I know the falcon surviving doesn’t make sense but it makes me happy

Something important I realized towards the end: AT NO POINT IN THIS MOVIE DID ANYONE TELL HAN VADAR WAS LUKE’S DAD

CHEWY AND LANDO WEREN’T TOLD EITHER FOR THAT MATTER

THEY DON’T KNOW

Presumably they were told later but holy fuck why is no one talking about this.

Again….those reunions, hugs all around, everyone is so happy and relieved and I love it

I know it doesn’t end here, which makes be kinda sad, because this is such a beautiful and hopeful ending

All in all, with all the Star Wars fatigue and what Disney has been doing, this really reminded me what I love about Star Wars. I felt like I could appreciate the movie a lot more on this watch through and had a wonderful time

[absolutebl]

Hey Abl, trust you are well. So I took a month off bl to deal with life stuff and upon my return there's a lot of new shows and I'm feeling overwhelmed and need to prioritize. What should I start with that started airing in late October/November? Spanx!

BL Quick Picks - End of 2023 Releases

That finished its run? Sorry I don't keep that close track of things ending but stuff I loved that ended relatively recently as follows. (I'm giving you a range of styles to suit your mood.)

Felling light and fluffy?

Jun & Jun

(Korea Viki)

A delightful office romance about an ex-idol who joins cubical life only to find his new boss is his first love. Others boys are sniffing around too. Operative word being "sniffing" as much of this romance involves smell. With a snappy (sometimes even raunchy) script, enjoyable sides, a pretty as peaches cast, and descent chemistry this show made up for in style what it lacked in substance. I like fluff. I loved this. I smiled every moment I was watching. With tons of rewatch potential (especially the last few eps), my only caution is this is for fans of the BL genre only, I don’t think it’ll work for anyone else. 9/10

Feeling complex and drama llama?

I Feel You Linger in the Air

(Thailand grey, YT for some)

I truly loved this time travel romance. IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but no as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy BL… from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. The main couple (both as a pair and individuals) were excellent, particularly Bright (Yai) whose eye-work acting style is a personal favorite of mine. Pity about the ending. Oh it wasn’t that sad but it wasn’t good either. This show should easily have earned a 10 from me except that it fumbled the… erm… balls. Argh. Whatever. 9/10

Feeling odd and chaotic?

Why R U?

(Korea iQIYI)

Korea decided to remake, of all possible Thai BLs, Why RU? And that is exactly what we got: a short form, clean & pretty, slightly confusing, uneven chemistry, all the same tropes KBL that kind of cliff-noted the original but with none of the heat or complex relationship dynamics. I just … what world is this? Because it is BOTH bizarro land, and EXACTLY what I expected. How do I rate it? In the end I have to go back to simple questions: did I like it, would I rewatch it, and would I recommend it? Yes. Probably. And probably not. What the actual hell? 8/10

Feeling dark and complex?

Tokyo in April is AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa

(Japan Viki)

Two young men with a shared tragic past reunite and fall in love all over again, but the past will not stop hunting them. Based on a manga, this office set reunion romance is GREAT… damn it. It’s Japan in full on soft focus which means it gets emo, abusive, and chewy. These two characters are giving parts of their souls away in a desperate attempt to shape themselves to the expectations they have of each other. Japan gave us the Bed Friends that Thailand could never even imagine. But here’s the thing: I don’t enjoy my BL this heavy and cutting. I know that for The 8th Sense crowd this is peak BL and I can’t argue with the fact that the romantic devotion, domesticity, script, and acting IS all on point. It’s just not my personal preference for that point to be so damn sharp. I appreciate that this being 2023 I have the luxury of consistent quality (especially from Japan) and thus the ability to say… I acknowledge that this SHOULD get a 9/10 but I can’t emotionally go higher than 8/10

Feeling sappy and in need of comfort?

Stay By My Side

(Taiwan Viki)

This show was an interesting take on the "ghost boyfriend" trope. About a boy who is tormented by hearing the dead, except when he is around one other boy - desperation+proximity = love. Unfortunately, the story was erratic and waffled about. While the leads turned in solid performances and the sappy domesticity was off the charts, it never really had the strength of the narrative convictions such a strong concept should have supplied. Highly rewatchable and enjoyable for that sappy domesticity but not a whole lot more. Still I always give extra credit for the diabetes-inducing sugar content and rewatch capacity. 8/10 

Feeling sexy?

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho

(Japan Gaga)

I liked it a lot and it's classic yaoi of the kind that really only works from Japan. Basically: boys who fell in love in college end up living together but both are so repressed they actually don't realize they're in love. It's higher heat from Japan and well done, but it leaned into the "why don't they just talk for fuck's sake?" trope which is only exacerbated into undiluted frustration by the fact that they're already fucking. It's good, but watching requires more patience than usual, even from Japan. 8/10

Feeling sweet and earnest?

Sing My Crush

(Korea iQIYI)

This a cute coming of age drama around music and 2 kinds of self acceptance and actualization journeys. This was basically Korea’s version of About Youth, and was perhaps a bit too soft and ungrounded by comparison, like a marshmallow sculpture. Sweet but somewhat lacking in discernible flavor. 8/10

If you want to know what I'm enjoying that's airing right now, I'm mot yet caught up this week but I have time today so the weekly ranking will drop in a few hours. But I can tell you with confidence that very little is likely to unseat...

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thailand iQiyi)

from my affections right now. I love it unconditionally and it's airing on iQIYI.

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Virgil van Dijk words: 798 request: Virgil van Dijk - she / her - 500 - 900 - Virgil and her spending his day off in Christmas pjs while watching Christmas films and drinking hot chocolates, getting some much needed cuddles in <3

Over the years of them dating, she’s made numerous threats to get Virgil in matching Christmas PJs and each time December has rolled around, he’s lived in a soft coated fear that this is the year she’ll make him do it. Because he would because she asked. So far it hasn’t happened and he’d started to suspect it was purely to watch him keep on his toes wondering when it was going to happen and today it’s happened. 

Virgil went out to the store, armed with a list of things for the next few days that they needed, including a snack and drink list. And despite him being out of the house, she’d found herself tiptoeing to the spot where she’d hid her purchase and carefully retrieved it and found that now it was time, there was just something naughty about holding it and it even though she could let out her happiness while he wasn’t in, it took everything in her to force back her smile and pull herself together. 

She’d gone for a simple design, not wanting it to be “honey i just puked Christmas everywhere” but it certainly couldn’t be mistaken for something else. A soft background made way for cartoon gingerbread men, sprigs of holly and candy canes. Presents were dotted here and there along with Christmas puddings. There were no sleighs, no Santa hats, no trees, no reindeer, no Ho Ho Hos or Merry Christmas variations but it still said HI, I’M A CHRISTMAS PYJAMA proudly and Virgil was going to hate it. 

“They were out of those festive shortbreads you wanted,” he calls out when he returns home, a cold breeze sweeps through the foyer before he can close the door and the sound of his keys clunking in the key dish on the sideboard seems to echo throughout. “But I got everything else on the list. It’s busy though, so many people are in a hurry today. A little old lady nearly took my legs from under me on her mobility scooter, she was not messing around.”

The image of her big boyfriend getting his legs knocked from under him by an old aged pensioner made her chuckle out loud and he followed the sound of it until he found her. 

“The last few years have treated me too good. What is this, baby?” he asks in disbelief but can’t stop the laugh that sounds. He leaves the carrier bags on the side and steps towards her, drinking it all in. “You look ridiculous.” 

“Well that’s not very kind. Imagine yourself in this little get up.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Well, lucky for you, you don’t need to imagine it.” She smiles up at him and watches as his own falters. 

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Don’t you be like this. Go on, it’s upstairs. Slip into something a little more…comfortable, why don’t you?” She wiggles her eyebrows at him before rummaging through the bags. “Ooooh, they had the spiced cookies though.” she says happily, tearing open the packet as she walks away.

-

The laugh that had burst from her was indescribable. She’d had to clamp a hand over her mouth to try and stop herself.  

“I look Ridiculous.” He says, standing in front of the TV like a child being made to stand in front of the door for their “first day back at school” photo. 

“Your expression makes you look ridiculous.” She counters, swinging her legs over the side of the couch and leans forward to get a better look at him. “The fit looks good though.”

“Oh well then, as long as the fit looks good,” he huffs and makes his way over to the sofa, sits himself down and swipes at one of the Stroopwafels that he’d picked up earlier. With a chewy caramel centre and one half dipped in a Lotus drip and sprinkled with crushed biscuit, it was a sure fire way to get a smile on his face. Rain was starting to pelt the windows but with the candles lit, the tv casting a warm light and the fake fireplace roaring away, it felt cosy. She’s brought out the Christmas tree patterned blankets and made sure everything is set for a snuggly afternoon. 

Two movies in, Virgil had moved from his side of the sofa to laying with his head on her chest as she stroked over his face and through his hair gently. 

“Have you forgiven me yet?”“I can’t be mad when they’re this comfy.” he admits with a frown and snuggles a little bit harder, shifting his body until he’s happy again. And though she suspects he was never really annoyed in the first place, she says nothing; she allows him to keep his pride and dignity and goes along with the facade.

[mcybank]

LOSING GAME ; S.H (1)

gif credit @acecroft ⟶ summary Hooking up with Steve Harrington was meant to be a one-time thing. What's the worst that could happen if it exceeded its limit? A relationship with a guy that is clearly not over his first love. ⟶ pairing Steve Harrington x Reader. Chapter 1 is set post S-2 and pre S-3 ⟶ warnings fluff to angst, emotional cheating, toxic relationships, violence, mentions of smut, mentions of alcohol, and angst. part one to the losing game series click here to read part two click here to read part three

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There was only one way you could describe your lips once you'd finished getting ready for your date: an extremely bright red.

That, though, barely lasted thirty minutes after your body met the soft leather seat of Steve Harrington's car. First, he gently cupped your jaw with his fingers, handling you as though you were the most delicate human contraption he'd ever laid his eyes on. As the minutes passed, his lips paved their own way from testing to devouring yours.

And when he pulled away, you couldn't help but breathlessly laugh at the sight of his reddened lips, as though you'd completely transferred your lipstick onto him. His brows scrunched together in confusion before he turned to the rearview mirror and matched your laugh.

"I can still never remember this happens every time I kiss you," he grumbled under his breath, wiping at his face.

Your lips curved into a small smile. "Even though it's been four months?"

He paused, then laughed it off and shook his head. But you didn't notice the shadow of something in his eyes when you said that. You didn't want to think too much into it, not now.

But how could you not? You weren't stupid enough to believe Steve Harrington, your boyfriend of four months, only had his attention fixed on you. It wasn't a thought that always ran through your head each time you spent time with him. It just popped out every time you were given a reason to be suspicious. Like today, when he forgot about your four-month anniversary.

You weren't upset, merely disappointed. You didn't think you and Steve would be in a relationship where your lives revolved around each other to the point where they had merged into one. But you certainly did hope that hooking up and getting into a relationship with him would be a step up from being best friends.

And your hopes were fulfilled, sure, but wasn't he supposed to make you feel like he was in it, too? Not just the kisses and the sex—he was definitely in it when it came to those—but the raw part of a relationship, the emotional half of the relationship.

You knew this. You knew exactly how relationships that start from a drunken hookup end. You knew they are painful—not the breakup but the relationship itself—but you didn't think you and Steve had to worry about that. After being best friends since freshman year and getting with people and losing them just as quickly alongside each other, the two of you had seen all the horrors of teenage romance through each other.

If you were thinking about Steve's odd behavior as a boyfriend a month ago, you'd react to all of the signs with the naivete only a girl drunk on love would possess. Now, you were just trying to calculate the situation and the heartbreak.

"I rented Star Wars for us. The dude who rented it three weeks ago finally returned it." He started up the car. His voice brought a certain lull of calm to your chest. "I mean, what are you even doing for three weeks with a two-hour-long movie?"

You chuckled slightly. "Maybe he needed to get his fill of Chewie before giving the tape back."

"Or he was getting it off to Princess Leia."

Just like that, the worries dwindled for the night, and you approached it like it was the last. You knew it wasn't, but it was easier to treat every moment of affection with Steve Harrington by being completely in the moment. When Steve loved, Steve loved hard. And when he didn't? Well, he made you feel like every other person he'd come across by entertaining you with foreign, short-lived small talk and obligatory smiles and hugs.

When you'd awoken beside Steve Harrington that morning, a raging headache piling heavy on you, you weren't sure if you wanted to remember that night before.

But you did. Oh, you remembered every second of it despite the shots of whiskey you'd lost count of after the third clouding your memory. Perhaps that was because it was him you'd spent the night beside and under. You wished it was a dream, a very freakishly realistic dream, but when you noticed the weight of muscular arms over your torso...

Maybe that was your first mistake—not confirming if he's completely over his ex—but that wasn't your fault. If it were anybody else, any other guy you'd hooked up with that was fresh out of a relationship, you would've interrogated him to the core. But Steve's words, you took them as they came. Trusted those words with every inch of your body.

When he told you that the two of you should simply quit dancing around the inevitable, that he'd always wanted to be more than friends with you every time he was single, and that you were it for him, you believed him.

And the part of you that continued believing him was even more fulfilled when Steve's arms effortlessly pulled you to his side, hand caressing your torso while the movie played in front of you. You spent the entire night with your head on his shoulders while he twirled your hair around his finger.

When the credits rolled on the screen, you nor he was eager to hit the hay.

Your fingers, that were brushing through his silk-smooth hair, took a more aggressive approach by grabbing the strands as an invitation.

A glimpse of his teeth was seen underneath the smile decorating his lips as he leaned into you, neck bending to capture your lips with his. "There's no need to get physical with me to tell me you want to get... physical."

The end of his words was slurred as your tongue peeked out and brushed over his bottom lip. His response was instantaneous by gripping your waist and pulling you onto him.

And as you straddled him, you couldn't remember why you were worried about his devotion to you.

As he kissed you so sweetly while making you feel better than any man had, you couldn't remember why he made you stay up late at night with tears streaming down your face.

As he entered your body with a painfully slow thrust, your mind blanked anything that wasn't Steve Harrington and how he made you feel so euphoric.

But when he plopped down beside you and pulled your body flush against his, you wondered how you, like every girl at Hawkins High, were wrapped around Steve's finger.

You convinced yourself as his breathing grew steadier and soft snores filled your ears that this was right. But how could you believe that when he, in his most peaceful state, was saying somebody else's name in a groggy voice.

Your eyes widened at the sound. You usually always fell asleep after Steve, but you'd never been faced with such a clear-cut confrontation on any of those previous nights you laid awake hearing the rhythm of his beating heart.

Could it be that he was just reliving his past when all consciousness and control had left his body? Or perhaps it was the part of his brain that voiced his conscious desires?

"Please, give me a break," you mumbled under your breath as the short-haired girl across from you continued shooting question after question.

Robin Buckley had no filter and, usually, you enjoyed the free spirit she exuded. Today wasn't one of those days as she decided to voice her thoughts on your relationship, which happened to be with a man who was also her best friend.

She drew in a long sigh, and you knew what was coming next. Though you could never be sure with Robin. "I mean, I wouldn't get with somebody who was so in love with their ex, but that might just be me."

You almost felt the ice cream cone slipping from your hands, or maybe you'd crushed it when she said that. You knew she meant no harm, she was just inquisitive about it, but the words hit too close to your insecurities to merely ignore.

You dropped your gaze from her eyes to the table, drawing a small sigh from your lips. "You think he's still in love with her?" you couldn't help but ask; the question was eating away at you.

Robin fixed her hat with discomfort. "I never said that." But her words didn't bring you any comfort, so you merely shook your head. "Seriously, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry—I could just, I don't know—ice cream on the house?" She plastered a huge smile, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're good. This is my third one of the day anyway," you replied, eyes shifting to Scoops Ahoy, which Robin was manning today. "Anyway, enough about me. Let me hear about the—"

"I hope you know that if you say the 'scoops ahoy my life,' that will be the twelfth time you've used that phrase in the last week."

You rolled your eyes teasingly. "How's band going?" You smirked slightly when her face turned a deep shade of red, knowing you had some serious advice stored up somewhere within you to give to Robin.

But even as you talked away, your mind always ended up in the same place no matter what.

Was your boyfriend still pining after Nancy Wheeler?

[basilly]

dates with them

sypnopsis: what kind of dates would you have ?

includes: kita , akaashi , osamu & suna

warnings: no pronouns mentioned , wc 588

kita shinsuke | spa nights at home

after long, grueling days working in the heat, kita's physical and mental health take a toll. thus, you came up with spa nights! he obliges without an argument, enjoying the way you would care for him.

working your fingers carefully along kita's features, the cool mask instantly relieves his skin. he begins to relax, the tenseness from his muscles dissapating. his snowy hair was pushed back with one of your fluffy bunny headbands- he looked quite adorable.

"anddd there we go- ta da! matching face masks!"

you grin at him, only a mere couple inches from his face. he smiles softly back at you in return.

"thank you love."

he pecks your lips in appreciation, the only spot that wouldn't mess up your work.

akaashi keiji | making boquets for each other

you've always wanted to make a boquet of flowers that represented your stunning boyfriend, especially with flowers the color of his eyes. you could truly get lost in them, a stunning deep teal. though he wanted in as well, he's the boyfriend to get you flowers "just cause".

sticking another eucalyptus leaf into the vase, you believed you were almost done. you stepped back, admiring the beautiful arrangement of flowers. you decided on a variety of yellow, white, and deep teal flowers.

"keiji i'm done!" "mm give me one more second"

peering carefully to your right, akaashi was adjusting the position of a large white lily. his boquet for you consisted of daises, white lilies, and honeysuckles.

"yellow and white flowers?"

he merely smiled, eyes still trained on the assortment.

"daises mean i truly love you, white lilies: my love is pure, and honeysuckles represent devoted affection."

turning his gaze to you and softly grabbing your hand, he brings it up to place a soft kiss on the back. you could only remember burning up so much you needed water.

osamu miya | attending the food night market

it is no secret that food is the way to his heart, so what better way to spend your night at the night market? trying new things, new flavours, all with someone you love :)

"thank you!"

accepting the paper boat from the vendor, you weave through the crowd carefully.

"'samu- look how yummy!"

the steaming dango came in various colors, coated in different glazes. your mouth practically watered at the sight of it. osamu carefully picked them up by the skewer, blowing oon it gently before hovering it in front of you.

"here, take the first bite." "what. but i can get my own-" "just bite it!"

carefully biting down, the sweet glaze enveloped your tongue, the mochi texture perfectly soft and chewy. osamu took his own bite, instantly letting out sounds of delight.

as the food came and went, osamu couldn't help but feel like the luckiest guy int he world. to have someone enjoying food as much as he does right besides him was all he needed.

suna rintarou | stargazing on the rooftop

quiet nights right alongside the twinkling stars and his s/o was his definition of serenity. often the two of you would find yourselves cuddled on the rooftop, enjoying the cool air and dim lighting.

"where do you think the lyra constellation is?" "i'm not too sure- i haven't heard of that one."

your soft whispers were almost too loud in the quiet night. suna's eyes dropped slightly, the relaxation of it all getting to him. your head rested on his arm, tucked perfectly into his side.

here, on the rooftop, held all the special moments. the stiffled giggles, deep conversations, and confessions, all in one spot.

every moment on there was one to cherish.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Good Omens Chibi Headcanons (Aziraphale And Crowley) [Part 2: Chibi Crowley]

😈 Original headcanons 😈

😈 Ao3 version 😈

Part 1 (original) is here.

Ao3 Part 1 is here.

Updated Tumblr part 1 is here.

Part 3 (original) is here.

Ao3 part 3 is here.

Updated Tumblr part 3 is here.

(*Takes place during Season 1*)

• Okay, so imagine Crowley, right? He’s a lot cuter, smaller, more mischievous, hyper, and is 10 times more dramatic. That’s Chibi Crowley in a nutshell.

• Chibi Crowley thinks that Crowley is the coolest demon ever!

• Chibi Crowley views Crowley as a role model figure.

• Because he sees him as a role model, Chibi Crowley will try and emulate almost everything Crowley does. (Yes, that includes his walk.)

• Chibi Crowley likes that he’s allowed to sit in the front of the Bentley whenever he and Crowley go somewhere so as long as he agrees to buckle up.

• Speaking of the black car, Chibi Crowley sees and treats the Bentley as a person and friend. It was just such a great car to him! He loves how Bent (yes, he gave it the nickname Bent) is able to take him and Crowley wherever they need to go with style and speed!

• When it’s parked, Chibi Crowley likes to hop on top of the hood of the car and pretend to be driving it, making car driving sound effects.

• Chibi Crowley is an excited, squealing, happy, laughing mess when Crowley speeds 90 miles per hour in Central London. The little guy just LOVES it when his big counterpart goes fast! He also loves it when Crowley speeds past other cars because he always thought that he and Crowley were in a race and they were the ones who were winning! He’d go up to the window and make silly faces at drivers as if saying, “Na-na na boo-boo! You can’t beat us!”

• If Crowley is in the mood, I can see the two of them going on a lot of little road trips together.

• One of Chibi Crowley’s favorite things to do with Crowley when they’re driving around in the Bentley is lip-sync to Crowley's "Best of Queen" tape. It’s a fun, goofy platonic bonding experience for the both of them. And trust me, when they lip sync together in the car to Queen, they are so EXTRA about it. They even go as far as making up their own little choreographed dance for some songs. Is the dancing good? Not really, it’s actually quite dorky. But hey, they’re having fun being dorks.

• Their drama queen meters rise up incredibly high when "Bohemian Rhapsody" starts playing. The passion and extraness they put into the lip-syncing is too funny.

• When the music ends, the two can’t help but laugh at themselves. Crowley will ask Chibi Crowley if he would like to do it again for a 12th time, to which the chibi replies by nodding his head.

• The tiny demon really likes it when Crowley shows off his more fun side in the car. He’s glad to have a goofy snake friend like him.

• Their little road trips would usually end the same way. Crowley would be driving at night to his apartment and Chibi Crowley would be in the passenger seat sleeping. On the radio, the song that would be playing is “Pale Blue Eyes” by Velvet Underground. It was one of Crowley’s favorites, and the slow calming music was used to keep Chibi Crowley asleep until they returned to the flat.

• Chibi Crowley loves being roommates with Crowley!

• As soon as Crowley would arrive home, you’ll see Chibi Crowley in his snake form quickly slithering over to the other demon in excitement as Crowley opens up his hand for the little snake to crawl on. The chibi would then go straight to biting his finger. He’d be all like, “Om nom nom!”. It was his strange way of saying, ‘Hello, hi, yes, I missed you. Welcome back home.’ Since the biting didn’t really hurt him due to Chibi Crowley being the size of a tiny baby snake, Crowley didn’t mind. He found it endearing in a way.

• Chibi Crowley absolutely adores gummy snakes! He loved the chewiness! His favorite part had to be their heads. He just loved biting them right off! Crowley got a kick out of tempting and enticing his chibi with them. The serpant shaped gummies were also a great way to keep Chibi Crowley occupied while he was away.

• When the houseplants heard the news that there was another demon living in the flat, they were beyond terrified! One demon was already a challenge, BUT TWO?! Just the thought made them shiver in fear. As the plants prepared themselves to meet the EVIL, TERRIFYING, fiend, they see him and…oh. He…wasn’t as they imagined him to be. He was…small. Tiny. And…REALLY CUTE! The plants all thought that Chibi Crowley was the cutest, munchkin ever! The little demon had a problem with that. He didn’t want the plants to find him cute, he wanted them to fear him as much as they did Crowley. Time for him to install that fear into them, and that meant being mean. He would constantly glare, hiss, and yell at the plants in chibi gibberish to 'Grow better!’, but despite all of that, the plants only found him to be even more cute, which irritated him.

• Him and Crowley visit a reptile museum together, mainly to observe and check out all the cool-looking snakes there.

• Chibi Crowley somehow finds a way inside one of the snake vivariums and is amazed by all the different types of snakes he sees.

• The snakes don’t really react when they see Chibi Crowley, they just keep doing their thing. In their brains, they think, 'It’s just another snake, but... with legs, hair, and sunglasses? Odd.’

• Chibi Crowley will happily pet the snakes. Their scales have a smooth texture.

• He and the snakes are sticking their tongues at each other.

• The chibi demon sits on top of the back of a green boa. He gives the snake a loving hug, but it does not react to the affection. Instead, it slithers around and gives Chibi Crowley a sort of piggyback ride.

• When Chibi Crowley goes full serpent, he is at one with the snakes. Aaa, he loves them all! The tiny redhead wishes Crowley would allow him to take the snakes back home to the apartment, so that they could become his new pets.

• Him and Crowley both have fun scaring annoying people away using their shape-shifting abilities.

• Crowley creates for his chibi a tiny miniature wine glass so that he has something to drink wine out of.

• The bigger demon also creates a remote controlled 1934 black Bentley toy car for his chibi as a little demonic gift. The car looked almost identical to his. Chibi Crowley’s reaction to was that of a young child who had just received the present they’ve been asking for all year on Christmas, which meant lots of over-the-top squealing and rapidly saying thank you. Finally, Chibi Crowley will get to sit in the driver’s seat for once! He gets inside the vehicle and Crowley uses the controller to accelerate the car. It starts zooming all over the place! Chibi Crowley loves his sweet new ride!

• Chibi Crowley plans on taking Chibi Aziraphale on a drive with him someday in the toy car.

• Chibi Crowley and Crowley’s relationship is a mix of a close friendship and a sort of father-son bond.

• Just like Chibi Aziraphale, Chibi Crowley was also slightly envious of his bigger counterpart. Crowley didn’t have to worry about getting stepped on and could have all the wine he wanted. It wasn’t fair! How dare that snake be big enough to do all those cool things! He still loves him though.

[8-rae-rae-8]

I'm now thinking about the very occasional times where Laswell may find one of the 141 boys regressing.

It was Price the first time she encountered any of them while small. He was meant to be able to have time to himself, but something came up and he wouldn't answer any of his messages or calls. Laswell had to check up on him, of course. She has prior knowledge of what it meant to regress, it was known because of the cases where Ghost could panic at a seconds notice and get too small that he needed help. On base, off base, on a mission. It was knowledge Kate needed to have. But to actually see the captain in a similar situation was intriguing.

[keep reading]

She'd find him fallen asleep on his desk, a tactile teething toy in his mouth that he must have been using before he fell asleep. Price rarely slept through calls or pings, but there he was. A jacket, that looked like Ghost's, rested over his back. His hat falling in front of his eyes while his arms were used as pillows.

"John?" Kate softly called, her hand coming to rest on his back.

The immediate tensing of his muscles told her he was waking up. Price blinked slowly, picking his head up. The hat slid off and onto his desk.

"mmh..." Price grumbled. The teether toy slipped from between his lips and fell against the desk. "Ka'e..?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you alright?" Laswell asked, picking up his hat and putting it back it on his head. She noted that he looked more tired than usual, but also somewhat content.

"Uh-huh... What're you- you doin' here...?" John asked, words more babbled than spoken fluently.

"Checking on you, actually... You fell asleep." Kate told him, leaning against the side of his desk. A small sigh to her tone, concerned but exasperated.

"Yeah.." Price muttered, rubbing his eyes. Sleepiness lingered as he tried to understand what was happening. Kate was here, checking on him.. so something was wrong, right?

"Were you.. doing the thing Ghost does?" She hesitantly asked.

And with the same hesitance, Price nodded. He rubbed his face, sighing.

"it's fine, Laswell- I- it lets off steam." At least it was better than the amount of cigars he'd smoked before.

"Got it. What I have can wait then. It's nothing serious. Rest, John." Laswell pat his shoulder gently, even giving a gentle smile.

"Kate, actually.." Price began, leaning back in his desk chair to look up at her. "Stay. For a little while?" He asked quietly.

She softened slightly as she looked down at him. A friend simply wanting to be close, vulnerable even.

"Sure. But I don't want to hear you complain that your back hurts." Laswell grinned, small and subtle.

She got a small grumble in return at that. He stood on tired, numb, legs just to get himself a couple feet away to a couch at the other side of the room.

"Acting like my mum.." Price complained halfheartedly, plopping himself down right there. Another small chew item was on a necklace that hung around his neck, it had the appearance of a small opaque crystal.

"Considering the boys told me you forgot lunch today, and you were napping, maybe you need it." Kate joked with him, taking a seat at his desk.

"I ate, and I was just tired." Price attempted to defend, but his stomach growling defeated his point. He hasn't eaten, not a full lunch at least. He rolled his eyes at himself.

"Lay down, John, I'll find you food." She wanted to make a quip about how you'd think a captain would pay more attention to his needs, but she didn't. He was clearly tired and hungry, still on the verge of regressing again.

"You know I'm capable.." Price still did as asked, laying down on the couch, and letting his eyes drift shut for a moment.

"Ghost is capable too, but he still needs help sometimes, doesn't he?" Laswell compared, leaning back and watching as John laid back. The man seemingly pulling deeper and deeper breaths in.

"Yeah, yeah..." Price muttered, slipping the chewy faux crystal into his mouth. He let his head rest against the low arm of the couch. That warm fuzzyness clouding his head. Laswell felt safe to be around, like always.

"So rest. I'll work on stuff from here after I get you food, nothing needs immediate overview at all. You have downtime." Laswell promised him, assuming an almost protective role.

"uh-huh..." Price mumbled, laying on his side and getting comfortable.

It took five minutes for him to fall asleep, that was it. The chewy crystal between his teeth, effectively preventing him from grinding his teeth together. Laswell kept an eye on him, even having food ready when he woke. She worked at his desk, simply keeping an eye on him.

And she remained close. More understanding the next time she encountered any of the boys regressing. It was different for each them, of course, but she understood more what it could be like.

Price was usually always stressed or sleepy. Ghost was usually weepy and clingy. Soap was usually energetic and whiney. Gaz was usually happy and quiet... They were all different, but similar the way that they all wanted to feel safe and protected.

[seineko]

kuroo's kisses are like caramel; chewy and frankly a bit messy. if put on heat too long, the caramel takes a long long time to stop cooking, and similarly, the longer kuroo's kisses last, the longer it takes for the fire in it to die down.

bokuto's kisses can be compared to popping candy. it creates a popping sensation in both your mouth and stomach. they're so eager and so full of life, it's hard to concentrate on anything else once you've been distracted by them. its as if fireworks are being lit up inside you once he places his mouth on yours.

akaashi's kisses feel like chocolate melting in your mouth. the kisses he gives you when he returns home after a long day taste of the overly sweet white chocolate. a slow, sensual and a bit more longer lasting kisses taste of the creamy milk chocolate that was left on the kitchen counter for hours on a hot day. when things get a bit, steamy, the taste of the dark chocolate; sweet, bitter and lucious, pours into your mouth rendering you not able to think for the time it lasts.

kenma's kisses are as varying as the types of puddings available. they can vary from the soft, egg-based custard pudding to spongy yorkshire one. when a usual kiss is initiated, which is most often than not, they tend to be soft and almost jelly like, not going in much deep unless you or him really want to. but when the kisses get deeper, which is rare, they tend to get spongier (i know its not a word), tongues involved with one another and his hands finding themselves squeezing on the fluff of your thigh. the best one seem to be those where both the custard and the sponge involved, best of both the worlds.

©2022 by seineko @ tumblr

i just thought of this at literally 3:30 am in the morning and finished just now at 4:53 am.

this is how i feel their kisses would be like, please feel free to add in your own or tell me your versions if you do come across this post and happen to read it!

likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated if you do happen to read it and liked it! :D

[myth-blossom]

It's The Little Things

I wrote a lil something in honor of @grumpynora's birthday! You can read about young 6 and 47 breaking into a diner below.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NORA! 🥳🥳🥳 I'm sending you lots of love and I hope you have an amazing day like you deserve! 💗

The lock gave way easily as they broke into the diner, its only security a loose doorknob that couldn’t keep out determined wildlife, let alone two young assassins. The business was closed and the staff long since gone, providing them a quiet place to relax as they formulated a new plan to eliminate the target. 

Of all the places they normally visited, a diner was the most unusual. 6 and 47 lived a strict lifestyle that allowed them little freedom of choice, hindering their experience of locales that weren’t useful to their work. Father mostly dictated their daily routines, often sending them around the world to complete contracts for Providence before returning home and starting the murderous cycle anew. Though the Institute guards chauffeured them to and from the airport, they were allowed to work fairly unsupervised, though they were only given a limited amount of time to complete the job before returning to Romania. Father didn’t want his subjects to deviate from his grand plan, nor for them to get any troublesome ideas about rebelling.

Still, they had to improvise when the target’s plans changed, causing them to move from the office building to a neutral location where they could reevaluate their tactics. 47 stationed himself at the diner’s counter while his brother took interest in the kitchen. He used the small ray of kitchen light shining through the serving window to study their map of the city, doing his best to ignore the noise of 6 opening drawers and running water from the other side. He had just concocted a new plan when he heard the flat top grill switch on. Curious, 47 left to investigate. 

6 slapped many strips of bacon onto the grill’s hot surface, smirking proudly to himself at the resulting symphony of sizzle. He ignored his brother’s stare from the corner of his eye as he reached for a bowl of egg yolks. 

“What are you doing?” 47 asked, his tone neutral. 

“It’s a surprise.” 

47 raised his brow, but said nothing. 

“Go sit down,” 6 grinned. “Trust me.”

47 sighed lightly, but did as he was told. He returned to the old yellow spinning stool at the diner’s counter and listened to his brother work. After many interesting sounds, wonderful smells, and a few muttered expletives for entertainment, 6 was finally finished. He walked backwards through the swinging doors while carrying two large ceramic plates filled with breakfast food. 

47’s eyes widened at the chef’s offerings: five strips of bacon of varying doneness, a large mass of scrambled eggs, and two & a half pancakes (the half being the third pancake that folded in on itself while flipping). 6 waited expectantly for 47, refusing to eat his own breakfast until he saw his brother’s reaction to his food.

“Why?” was all 47 could muster. 

"Seriously, brother?” 6 sighed. 

“Yes. Father wouldn’t approve of us wasting time.” 

“47, enjoying life isn’t a waste,” he frowned. “Just try the food, I promise you’ll like it.” 

“Very well.” 

6 watched as he quietly ate from each corner of his plate, sampling a strip of bacon before eating half of the eggs and then one of the pancakes. 

“And?” 6 prompted. “What do you think?”

47 considered the plate. The bacon was chewy, the eggs a bit overcooked, and the pancake overly sweet with a hint of raw batter still in the middle. 

It was the best meal he ever had. 

They very rarely ate anything other than the protein-and-vitamin-rich meals served at the Institute. The meals served their nutritional purpose, but they were often shaped as grayish mush or patties and were very much lacking in flavor. What his brother had just served him was rather perfect, a revelation for his palate, and he was suddenly very glad that they took up a brief residence in the diner. It became another one of 6’s rebellions against their Father’s restrictions, one that 47 was very grateful to have experienced. 

“It’s…good.” 

6 grinned proudly. “I told you you’d like it.” 

They slowly ate their delicious meal as they attempted to savor each bite. They would eventually have to return to their assignment and clean the diner of any evidence of their presence. But for now they would sit together and eat, and enjoy the liberating taste of something new.

[ave09]

i know

han solo x reader

note: this one has to be my favorite. i rewatched esb today which is what inspired this

also, han looks so pretty in this gif like wtf

“whatcha thinkin’ about, sweetheart?” 

you felt his arms around your waist, hugging you to him. “just thinking, nothing important.” you replied softly. “everything you think is important.”

you scoffed, feeling han rest his chin atop your head. “so, what are you thinking about?” he asked again. 

“well now i’m thinking about you.”

“i’m flattered.” 

you smiled, “i’m thinking about you, and how things are going to be once this is over.” “what do you mean?” 

“you said you had to go back to tatooine, to pay jabba. am i suppose to go back with leia and leave you? so much has happened so quickly han, it’s overwhelming.” 

your life seemed to be a blur now. one minute you are in alderaan with leia, and the next, you were in hoth falling in love with the scoundrel that was han solo, and now you were here in cloud city, awaiting luke’s return and spending as much time as you could with the man you loved.

“you could always come with me to tatooine.” you wrinkled your nose, “i’m not the biggest fan of sand.” “well i’m not staying there permanently. i’ve just gotta pay off jabba, once i do that, i’m free to go wherever i want. you could come with me.”

it sounded nice. exploring the galaxy with him. you’d give anything to live that life. but then you thought about your job, what you’d sworn to do.

“what about leia?”

“what about her?” 

your hands rested upon han’s wrists, your thumbs caressing his skin, “i swore an oath to the senate. i can’t just leave.” 

“says who?”

“says the oath i swore.” you let out a forced laugh. han lifted his head, slowly turning you around to face him. “leia is strong. she can handle herself.”

“i know, i know, but, i don’t think i can just leave.”

“i’ll put in a word with the princess. she’ll let you go. and if she doesn’t, i’ll find a way. you’re gonna be free, sweetheart.” his voice was stern, convincing. he made you believe that you could be truly free. 

and you were beyond thrilled.

“you’d really do that for me?”

“i’d do anything for you, darling.” 

you smiled softly, standing on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. every kiss with han was passionate, magical even. never did you think you’d find someone who would make you feel so happy. and then han strolled into your life. he was the light in your darkness, and you loved him more then anything. 

he pulled away, breathless, brushing a strand of stray hair behind your ear, “i love you.”

“i know.” you whispered, bringing your lips to his once again. 

you were thrown back into reality at the sound of chewbacca’s cry. you glanced at him, the wookie was thrashing against the stormtroopers, trying to fight. he wasn’t going to let his best friend die this way. 

“chewie!” that was han. tears stung your eyes as the severity of the situation suddenly became clear. 

“chewie stop! this won’t help me now!” the wookie let out a loud groan, you didn’t understand it, but you could tell he was hurting.

“hey! listen to me! i need you to look out for her, okay? that’s your job now, okay!” chewbacca stopped his fighting and stilled, allowing the stormtrooper to place cuffs upon his wrist.

you averted his gaze, extending your wrists as the soldiers clad in white armor placed the restraints onto your wrists. 

“sweetheart, look at me.” you choked back a sob. “look at me, please.” he begged. and so you did, you slowly glanced up, locking eyes. “you’re gonna be okay.” he assured. 

“not without you.” 

there was silence as he shuffled toward you, leaning down, kissing you hard. it was a lingering kiss, one that neither of you wanted to end. 

but then he was ripped away from you, being pulled toward the freezing chamber. suddenly, overcome with a burst of emotion, you called out, “i love you!” 

his reply was immediate, “i know.” 

your chest rose and fell with heavy breathes as you tried to remain composed. but you found it more and more difficult to remain collected as you watched him sink down into the chamber, a cloud of smoke covering him. 

you squeezed your eyes shut, letting out shakey breathes. “did he survive?” 

you held your breath as you waited for lando’s response. you prayed to the supreme maker, you needed him to be alive. you couldn’t lose him. 

“he’s alive. he’s in a hibernation.” 

a wave of relief washed over you. he was okay. he was alive. chewie let out a guttural groan. you pried your eyes open, feeling tears slip down your cheeks as your eyes fell upon the slab of carbonite on the floor, the outline of the man you loved etched into it. 

the last encounter before this horrid event replayed through your mind. 

“once i do that, i’m free to go wherever i want. you could come with me.”

“you’re gonna be free, sweetheart.”

“i’d do anything for you, darling.”

“i love you.”

“i know.”