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autistichalsin · 2 months

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I have tried to avoid discourse around this ever since November, but since people are once again upset at the ultimatum (which doesn't seem to trigger in game yet, though it has been voiced) I guess I will offer my defense of Halsin.

A lot of the anger at Halsin here boils down to "he's against Minthara, therefore fuck Halsin," ignoring that Halsin has very good reasons to not trust her. (And also purposeful misinterpretation of his comments about HER to be about all Drow).

So first of all: We need to look at what has happened to Halsin in his life before arriving at this point.

Yes, obviously, there is his captivity with a Drow noble house, but I think people are kind of just forgetting what that means here. It isn't "he hates all Drow now because of his trauma", which is an almost insultingly reductive take. Minthara is from House Baenre, the top house of Menzoberranzan for centuries. She is at LEAST 200 years old, and likely older; she witnessed the downfall of House DeVir, and was old enough for her to fully understand it, but "young enough that it left quite an impression on me", likely placing her between 200 and 300 years old. Halsin is 350, and was kidnapped as a young Druid- likely between 100 and 175. There is a very good chance that Minthara was a young adult when he was a captive, and he would have heard about her evil actions long before encountering her in the goblin camp. He would know who she was before the tadpole.

Halsin was a captive for at least a few days if not longer, tortured in his bear form (the goblin lashers are mentioned at least a few times, not to mention rocks being thrown at him, Gut mentioning threatening to cut him open and put maggots in his belly, etc), and had his Grove threatened by Minthara.

Most important, and most easy to miss: this ultimatum is planned for if the Rite of Thorns is carried out, hence the reference to Kagha's foolishness. He has lost his home, his place of worship, and the people he considers his family forever. Watch his reaction after you tell him the Rite has been carried out; his world comes crashing down, he lets out the tiniest "the Rite of Thorns? no", and he is so upset he no longer asks you to take out the leaders. He says he needs to be alone for a while. He is grieving the loss of everything he had, everything that got him through the loss of his original family, and it is directly because of the Cult of the Absolute.

Now, let me go through some rebuttals to arguments in Minthara's favor.

She doesn't mean Halsin any harm at this point.

Rebuttal: Halsin has no way of knowing this. Her actions have already demonstrated otherwise- she has caused him harm. He has no tadpole to see her true intentions, like the other players, and Minthara doesn't make her case particularly well. She simply says she "has no quarrel" with him. Not an apology for his sufferings in the past or the loss of his home. If she doesn't regret the harm she caused him, he has no reason to trust her.

And of course, Minthara DOESN'T feel any remorse, whether or not she raids the Grove; if she does succeed, she'll later say her only regret is not making the choice to do it herself. Because she is evil and that's how evil characters work.

2. Halsin works with Shadowheart/Lae'zel/Astarion/an evil-aligned player; Halsin is willing to sleep with the Seldarine Drow twins; Halsin is forgiving and wants a better world for all, this should clearly include Minthara too.

Rebuttal: by rescuing him and saving the Grove, the former four have shown themselves to be capable of good deeds. He is very consistent that his one redline is DO NOT FUCK WITH HIS GROVE. If you DO NOT FUCK WITH HIS GROVE, he will give you the benefit of the doubt. If you FUCK WITH HIS GROVE, he is done with you; if the player raids the Grove, he will hunt them down and attack them, no matter what the player tries to talk him out of it.

FURTHER, he very much calls the party out on any future evil deeds they do (I.E. Shadowheart slaying the Nightsong if she's on the Shar path), and will leave the party if the player sinks their approval low enough.

The Drow twins are Seldarine, not Lolthsworn, and having a one-night-stand is very different than trusting someone as an ally.

The "wanting a better world for all" thing is of course subject to the paradox of tolerance. In the epilogue, it is very specifically mentioned that their commune is "hidden from those who are not welcome, open to any who need shelter." I.E. those who want to cause harm are not welcome to it, because the "better world for all" can't allow, by design, those who DON'T want a better world for all.

3. Halsin hates her because she's a Drow.

He specifically mentions Lolth-sworn Drow here. "Cruelty comes to Lolth's followers as naturally as breathing. I have seen it- experienced it." Minthara literally only abandoned those ways because she was abandoned by Lolth first- only when it suited her.

She still supports all the same teachings (which is why she openly insults surface elf players the first time they meet, and will tell an elf player who becomes a mindflayer that it was an "improvement"), and she uses slurs against surface elves to boot. Minthara is far more racist against surface elves than Halsin EVER is against Drow.

4. Halsin is condemning Minthara to a fate worse than death (unspoken: out of spite) and this makes him not a good person.

Halsin fully believes Minthara to be a threat to himself and the player. He says in as many words that if it's a choice between Minthara's freedom and the player's, he picks the player. In his eyes, it's a choice between Minthara's freedom and the fate of the world since he knows the player is the only one who can defeat the Absolute. He's in a dilemma similar to the player having to decide whether to let Orpheus die or turn the Emperor into an enemy- it's just that people don't realize because we have meta-knowledge, as players, that Halsin doesn't.

5. That "viper" comment is hypocritical.

He isn't referring to Drow as a whole. He is referring to Minthara herself.

Remember, he knew Kagha before she went bad, and knew she was capable of better (better enough that he made her his second in command). All he would know of Minthara was what she did in the Underdark as a Baenre (including owning slaves, which I'm sure didn't do her any favors), what she nearly did to his Grove, what she allowed to happen to him, and that she's now claiming to have changed when showing zero remorse or actual interest in changing anything. Perhaps it was wrong for him to phrase it it as "cannot" change instead of "will not" change for her, but the sentiment is spot on. Minthara doesn't fundamentally change in any path the player brings her on- what changes is, at best, who she considers it acceptable to subjugate.

6. Halsin has no stakes here, it's wrong for him to demand Minthara go when she has more to lose.

Again, Halsin views Minthara as an existential threat to their plan to save the world. He is lacking in personal stakes by comparison, but remember; he also has lost the only home he knows. That is no small thing.

(From a meta perspective, I do think they should have done something like mention the Shadow Druids/Ketheric Thorm loyalists are still hunting Halsin, just to make it more fair, but this was clearly written with the main goal of enforcing the exclusivity. And honestly, I can't imagine all that many people actually want both in the same party on every playthrough? Mostly I saw people wanting to recruit Minthara on good playthroughs, and wanting to not have to abandon the Shadow Cursed Lands to darkness; many of the people I saw expressing this specifically said they wanted to dismiss Halsin after accomplishing that. This seemed like exactly what those players would have wanted, being able to spare the Grove, free the SCL, and then dismiss Halsin and travel with Minthara.)

7. Halsin owes the player his unquestioning trust after they saved him/his Grove/broke the Shadow Curse. He has no right to question their judgment.

This... really isn't a good way to think? He shows his gratitude by traveling with them to help (when he has no tadpole at all- he's doing this out of pure selflessness to thank the player for helping him), but that doesn't mean he should stop having thoughts on the goings-on. Where is this energy when other characters continuously question your judgment when you have them wait at camp?

8. Halsin is being stupid by allowing her to go be mind controlled by the Absolute.

This is one I will concede. It's not the wisest decision, and I can only guess it's because they didn't want to write Minthara automatically going aggro on the player if they choose Halsin over her. (I, on the other hand, think that would be brilliant, and would be a mark in Halsin's favor for this choice.)

9. This is manipulation of the player.

Halsin wishes the player the best, and leaves without fuss, if they choose Minthara over him; he thanks them for all they've done, and he even says he hopes he's wrong, but cannot stay to find out. He is being sincere; he believes he, and probably the player, will be killed if Minthara stays, which in turn puts the fate of the world in question. He will accept the player's decision if they choose her, but he feels threatened and won't stay himself. This is a boundary, not manipulation, not malice, not anything else.

10. Halsin comes across as uncompromising/unsympathetic; this is OOC for Halsin/ruins his character; he is being selfish; other assorted similar sentiments

I already addressed most of the other arguments with the points above, but I will say, truthfully: I don't find this particularly OOC at all. He has been very clear that his one and only rule is DO NOT FUCK WITH THE GROVE. Minthara fucked with the Grove. He has no reason to trust her. And he has ALSO been incredibly consistent: if you are in a situation where it's someone else or you, you have every right to choose to save yourself. He shows sympathy if Wyll has to let Ravengard die, he doesn't blame the player if they kill EVERY DRUID IN THE GROVE to save the Tieflings, he doesn't even blame the player if they order Orin-as-Lae'zel to kill Yenna, an innocent child he was very attached to. He is devastated at the latter two, clearly, but he blames the Druids for the second for forgetting their principles, and he blames Orin for the latter for making the trap. This is perfectly in line with his Druidic beliefs; you have every right to protect yourself first and foremost.

I get that a lot of people don't like the ultimatum (worth noting is that this has always been part of the series; in the first two games, characters of different alignments would outright refuse to work with each other), but it really doesn't make Halsin look as bad as people say, and I feel like a lot of people are being really callous/dismissive/reductive to what Halsin has been through here.

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goldenbuckyyy · 1 year

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MADE FOR LOVIN’ YOU

Summary: After catching your boyfriend cheating on you, you find an escape with your old best friend.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader, Jason Carver x fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.2kish

Warnings: Cheating (readers partner on reader), Angst, readers feelings are hurt, crying. SMUT (!!) slight dry humping, making out, vaginal fingering, raw sex, unprotected sex (!!!), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, cream pie, exhibitionism kink, seniors in high school, season 4 vibes, Eddie didn’t fail in this world. Anything else? Let me know!!

A/N: I got this request (idk why I can’t tag the person, but it’s @lilsp00nvstheworld) and holy shit!! I totally fell in love with it and then this happened!!! Song inspo: “I was made for lovin’ you” by KISS

All my mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions. Please message me your thoughts!!! It fuels me!

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Eddie Munson hated Jason Carver.

Absolutely hated him.

He fucked hated his guts. The stupid blonde annoyed him to no fucking end.

He hated the way he walked. The way he talked. The way he acted as if he was king of the school. He hated the way he acted superior because he was good at basketball. It was infuriating.

He hated the way he was the golden boy of the school.

Mr. Popular.

He hated how just hearing his voice made Eddie’s blood boil. It made his insides turn. Made him want to vomit. Made him clench his fists in rage.

He especially hated how he had stolen his best friend away from him.

His best friend, Y/N.

His best friend in the entire world. Aside from his hellfire club. You were always his number one. Ever since the third grade.

But then, you both entered high school and you became a cheerleader.

You had managed to balance both hellfire club and being a cheerleader. But then at the end of freshman year, you started dating fucking Jason Carver.

And you chose him.

You chose that ugly sack of shit.

Eddie knows it wasn’t your decision. He knows Jason was the type of guy to give you an ultimatum. “Either you leave the hellfire club or I leave you” type of guy.

So, you left the club. You couldn’t even meet Eddie’s eyes when you had told him on the day before summer break that freshman year. Eddie was distraught. He couldn’t believe it. He remembers clutching onto your hand, begging you to explain, but you simply tugged your hand away and ran to Jason’s side.

Eddie remembers the smirk Jason gave him when you weren’t looking. That’s the day that fueled the hatred Eddie had against him.

He tried endlessly that summer to talk to you again. But every single time he went to your house, you either weren’t there or you told your mom to tell her you didn’t feel well. The look of sympathy your mom gave him never stopped.

Soon enough… he stopped trying.

Now, almost three years later, you guys are seniors. In your last year of high school.

And you’re still dating Jason Carver. Head cheerleader. The captain of the cheer squad. Best friends with Chrissy Cunningham. Miss popular. The most beautiful girl in school. Everyone loved you and without shame.

You’re beautiful, kind, funny, caring, and a total babe. A real sweetheart. And Eddie missed you. Missed you every single day.

He also thinks…

Eddie thinks a part of him still loves you. Eddie thinks he’s always loved you a bit. Ever since you guys became best friends. But.. you were always out of his league. Even as stupid young kids. So, he never tried to make a move.

And now, he hasn’t spoken to you since that day in freshman year. Not with lack of trying on his part. But he figured you were happy. Who was he to try and stop that?

So, he stood in the background and let you be happy.

He watched you prance around the hallways in your tiny green cheer uniform with Jason’s letterman jacket covering your upper body and his arm wrapped around your waist tightly. Never letting up. He’d kiss you sloppily against the lockers every chance he got and he’d even run his fingers in the inside of your thighs.

You’d instantly close your thighs, blushing furiously, telling him to stop, and he’d only try to keep going.

It always made Eddie furious to see this, but he never intervened. You had been with Jason for over three years already.

You knew him better than Eddie did.

Now, Eddie was at a celebratory party for the basketball team winning the playoff game. Eddie didn’t really mind coming to parties. He enjoyed the free beer. He enjoyed providing his drugs to pretty girls and handsome guys. Sometimes… sometimes if the night felt right, he’d end up in bed next to someone.

But tonight was a little different.

Because you were here, too.

Usually you and Eddie partied with two completely different crowds. But since it was the basketball team that was being celebrated, surprisingly the two groups merged together into one big party.

So there he was.

Sipping on his beer, huddled into a corner, laughing with his friends, and he sees you from across the room.

It’s almost like a magnet is attached to you by the way his eyes always find you in a crowded room.

You’re looking around, peering over different shoulders, a confused look etched on your pretty face, and you look amazing tonight.

Eddie bites his bottom lip as he zones out from the group conversation to admire you.

Your outfit is simple, but Eddie still thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the room. You’re wearing a pair of high waisted jean shorts, a striped brown with yellow oversized sweater, and a pair of white chucks. Your hair is still in the teased updo from the basketball game and you look flawless. You’re still wearing the makeup from the game and your lips are glossy. What a beauty.

Eddie watches you trying to peer over the groups of people. Probably searching for Jason.

He hears you ask another cheerleader if they’ve seen him and she says that she thinks she saw him going outside with Chrissy.

The way your face falls makes Eddie’s heart still and he sees you quickly turning on your heel and walking outside.

Eddie isn’t sure why, but he follows you. He follows silently behind you, not hovering, but close enough to where he can see what you see.

You make your way outside and you’re immediately peering over the dark corners of the backyard. You stop in your tracks when you see something from the corner of your eyes. You look down into the dark alleyway of the house and Eddie sees your frown with the tears filling your eyes at what you see.

You instantly turn around and run inside, covering your face, and Eddie sees you running up the stairs. You didn’t even notice him a couple feet away.

Eddie walks over and peers into the alleyway. He stops the gasp from escaping his throat when he sees your boyfriend, Jason Carver, making out with your best friend, Crissy Cunningham.

He has her up against the wooden panels of the house, her leg is wrapped around his waist, and he can see Jason finger fucking her underneath her skirt. They don’t even notice the second pair of eyes that have caught them tonight. Completely lost in their own world.

Eddie almost wants to beat him to a pulp right now, but he’s more worried about you than bashing Jason’s face in.

So, Eddie leaves them and goes back into the house. He goes up the stairs because he saw you run up them and slowly starts opening each door he comes across. Hoping he doesn’t catch another pair going at it.

But this is high school. He catches another girl riding some guy. He doesn’t catch their faces because he quickly closes the door shut.

He mumbles a few cuss words and proceeds to go down the hallway.

He opens the last door of the hall and that’s when he hears your soft cries.

“Y/N?” He asks into the dark room as he walks into it.

You quickly sniffle, wiping your tears away, and looking around for the voice. Your face crumbles when you see him. The moonlight shines bright through the open window, coating your features beautifully.

“Eddie?” He hears your confused tone ask breathlessly in between a sob.

Eddie quickly closes the door behind him as he walks into the room. Not wanting anybody to see you like this and rushes towards you.

He’s reaching out for you out of instinct and your arms are falling around him, you melt into his body, your face buried into his chest, and his ringed hands go to your hair. He tries to console you the best he can with the teased ponytail you’re rocking, he sticks with just twirling your hair in his fingers, and you cry into his chest.

“Shhh, it’s alright. Let it out,” he whispers to you as he wraps his free arm around your shoulders.

“D-did you see?” You ask, sounding a bit muffled, into his chest.

Eddie sighs, “He's a jackass. Doesn’t know what he has.”

You continue to cry into his chest, trying to control your breathing by matching his own, and holding him tightly against you.

“I’m so sorry, E-Eddie. I was such a bitch to you freshman year! Why are you even here right now? You should h-hate me,” you cry out as you tilt your head up to look at him.

Eddie’s already looking down at you with a small smile on his lips, he caresses your cheek gently, wiping away your tears, “I could never hate you. Never.”

“But—“

“Never,” he quickly cuts you off. “It’s high school. We all make mistakes.”

Your cries stop momentarily as you take a second to look at Eddie.

To really look at how much he’s changed in the past three years.

He’s really grown into his features and wow, he’s hot. He’s always been sort of hot to you, but you knew it would never happen. Because he was always your nerdy best friend.

His hair is the longest it’s ever been. Long messy brown curls frame his face perfectly and teased in all the right places. His full pink lips are resting nicely, looking wet and kissable. His big puppy brown eyes are looking at you warmly. As if you’ve never done anything wrong before. And you know it’s not the case. Because you’ve been such an awful friend to him.

You were supposed to be his best friend. And you betrayed him.

You whimper are your thoughts and Eddie caresses your face again.

“Hey, hey. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“I’m… I’m really sorry, Eddie. I-I can’t believe I did that to you… and then now you’re consoling me about stupid Jason. God, I’m such an idiot!!” You move from his chest and cover your face with your hands, feeling angry with yourself for being so dumb, and ashamed for Eddie seeing you like this.

“Hey, hey…” he grabs your hands, pulling them away from your face, and holds them in his big ones.

“You’re not stupid, okay? He’s the stupid one. He’s the one who messed up here. Okay? Not you.”

He sounds so sincere. You look at him with a pout. “What about you?“

“What about me, angel face?” Your old nickname slips out of his lips with ease and you flush under the darkness.

“Do you forgive me?” You whisper low, feeling nervous, and your heart is racing.

“I mean… of course, I do. I was… I was hurt. I’ve been hurt for a long time. But all I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy. And if Jason made you happy, then I let him make you happy.”

“Oh, Eddie.” You wonder how his heart is still so big and caring even after all this time.

You wonder why you didn’t fall in love with Eddie instead of Jason. Eddie would have never broken your heart.

You find yourself moving closer into Eddie’s space again. Your head tilting up to his, your lips ghosting above his own, and you feel Eddie’s body tense up against yours.

“What are you doing?” He quickly asks, his voice shaking slightly.

“Make me forget, Eddie.” You say lightly at him, your lips moving towards him, and you touch his lips slightly with your own. You hover over them for a little bit. Wanting to see what he does.

All you want is to forget and who better to help you… than Eddie. You’ve heard the rumors. You know he’s not a virgin anymore. You know he’s had plenty of sexual experiences. You’ve only had Jason. You want more than simple Jason.

You want Eddie. You want Eddie to rock your world and help you forget about stupid blondie.

“Please,” you whisper into his lips, your eyes peering up at him, and hoping he says yes.

Eddie is looking down at you, watching your pretty eyes eating him up, and he’s hesitant on doing this with you. He’s always wanted you. Always wanted to have you in this way. And he’s not sure if he should now that he has the chance.

But seeing the way your body is leaning over him, almost on top of him, your glossy lips hovering over his, he can smell your minty breath, and he knows you haven’t had a drop of alcohol.

This is all you.

Fuck it.

Eddie surprises you by gripping your face with his big palms and pulling you into him. His lips crash against yours hungrily, you moan into his mouth instantly, your body melting into his, and his tongue fights its way into yours.

He could taste your sweet lip gloss against his tongue and you could taste the slight beer on his. But you didn’t care. You could care less right now.

You’ve never been kissed like this before. Fire erupts into your belly.

His fast hands move down to grip your waist, pulling you more into his body, and he tugs you onto his lap after he adjusts himself onto the bed some more.

You wrap your legs around his waist, back arching into his chest, and you both don’t break the kiss. Your teeth clashing against his slightly as you both try to get a quick breath of air between open mouth kisses.

You can’t believe you’re kissing Eddie right now, but you can’t help but increase the speed in which you’re kissing. Your lips move against his hastily and hungrily.

Eddie moans at your eagerness against him, his hands moving from your waist to your bare thighs right underneath your shorts, and he grips onto your naked flesh tightly. Which makes you grind your hips into his.

Eddie pulls away with a groan as you tug onto his bottom lip. “Fuck,” he mutters as he watches you grind yourself into him again, your arms wrapped around his shoulders limply, and you look beautiful sitting on his lap.

You both are breathing heavily, staring into each other’s eyes, asking without any words if this is really happening, and you both simultaneously lean into each other to continue kissing.

His hands are tugging at the bottom of your sweater, trying to untuck it from your jean shorts, you pull away from him, leaning back on his thighs, and hitch up your hips to him.

“Fuck, are you sure?” He asks, breathlessly. His eyes locking with yours.

“Mhmmm,” you moan out, biting your lip.

With ease, Eddie unbuttons your jean shorts, tugging down the zipper, and untucking your sweater.

You don’t bother waiting to see what he does, your hands go down to the hem of your sweater, and you pull it over your head. Exposing your breasts which are covered in a black lacy bra, almost popping out of the cups due to all the movement you’ve been doing.

Eddie’s eyes move from your hips up to your breasts slowly, “Holy shit. You’re fucking…” His words stop flat in their tracks as his swollen lips pout in awe.

He moves his hands to cover your breasts and he squeezes them into his palms.

You gasp out in pleasure, rolling your hips against him, and moaning loudly when you feel how hard he is underneath you.

“Like that?” He asks you and you can only nod at his question. Waiting for his next move.

He lowers his head and starts leaving small peppered kisses all over the top of your breasts. You pant as he continues to move between both breasts and he unclasps your bra with his free hand.

The straps of your bra fall down your shoulders, your arms still wrapped around his shoulders, and you proceed to lean back to let your bra fall off your chest.

Eddie pulls away slowly when he sees what you’re doing and his eyes never leave your breasts. You let your bra fall off your arms and onto the ground slowly as you watch Eddie watching you.

He then takes his time palming each of your breasts in his big palms. Pinching your nipples in between his thumb and index fingers. Then, he goes on to lick and suck your nipples. Taking his time making sure you’re feeling the most absolute pleasure in everything he’s doing.

Your head tilts back in a moan, reveling in the bliss, and you don’t think Jason has ever taken the time in loving your body like this before.

Even when you lost your virginity to him, it was in and out. All these feelings were new to you and you didn’t want it to end.

Is this what it feels like to have a man worship your body?

Has Eddie always been this giving to his past lovers?

Eddie continues to kiss each of your breasts, leaving small bruises to remember this night all over your delicate skin, and he moves one of his hands to run his fingers along the curve of your waist. He smirks when he feels your body break out into goosebumps.

“Eddie,” you whine in wanting more, your eyes closed, and legs trying to grip onto him. Trying to relieve some of the built up pressure you’re feeling in your center.

“I got you,” he whispers into your neck as he sucks a bruise into it.

Your hands move underneath his shirt, trying to remove it to feel more of him, and he lets you.

You admire his naked skin, running your hands down his chest, and touching his new tattoos that you didn’t even know he had. And he smiles down at you. A toothy smile.

“Hot, huh?” He asks with a wink.

“You don’t even know,” you reply, kissing his lips again.

He kisses you slowly this time, but with the same sense of hunger. You almost jump when you feel his hand sneak into your panties.

You gasp out as you feel his fingers spread you open, feeling how wet you are, and he moans with you.

“Fucking drenched, angel face. All for me,” he says as he continues to cup your pussy with his hand, spreading you open, and slipping a finger into you with ease.

He slowly opens you up with one finger, his movements slightly constricted because of your shorts, but it doesn’t stop him. He continues to finger fuck you, inserting a second finger when he feels you’re ready, and goes in between your breasts to kiss each of them.

You’re already whining above him once again. His thick fingers feeling so good inside of you, clenching your eyes shut in pleasure, and you start rolling your hips against him to try and catch your impending orgasm.

Eddie moves away from your breasts and chooses to simply just watch you come undone in front of him.

He can’t believe he has you like this right now.

He watches the way your chest heaves up and down, your skin coated in a light coat of sweat, your eyes closed with your head tilted back, but you have a smile on your face. Your body is feeding off of the pleasure you’re feeling.

And Eddie is reveling in it.

He inserts a third finger, which makes you moan loudly, and he moves his thumb to your swollen clit. Which causes another loud rippling moan to escape from your lips.

Your hands move from the back of his neck to intertwine into his locks and Eddie continues with his movements.

He can already feel your legs twitching with your closing orgasm.

He wonders for a second if Jason ever made you come undone like this. He seems too self involved in himself.

He pushes Jason out of his mind and focuses on you again. The way your jaw is slacked open, soft whimpers coming out, and you’re riding his fingers so perfectly.

“Almost there, baby?” Eddie asks you and you can only whine in response.

He adds a bit more pressure on your clit with his thumb and continues to move his fingers into your tight walls. Your thighs clench around him, your lower stomach getting that familiar feeling that you usually get only with your own fingers, and you whimper sweetly above Eddie.

Your fingers grip onto his roots when you finally feel your orgasm take complete control over your body. Your legs are shaking, tears are pricking the corner of your eyes, and an exasperated scream breaks out of your throat as Eddie only increases the speed of his fingers. Milking out your orgasm as best as he can and he’s smiling like an idiot underneath you as he admires your blissed out state.

He slows down his fingers inside of you, sucking on the bottom of his lips, his eyes taking you in so greedily, and you pant above him. Your body relaxes against him in your post orgasm haze.

Your soft eyes slowly open, taking him in, and smiling when you feel how hard he still is under you. You untangle your hands from his hair and hold his face in your palms. You peck his lips, licking his bottom lip, and proceed to suck a bruise slowly into his neck. Smiling to yourself when you see the pretty purple bruise against his milky soft skin.

Eddie let’s put a moan at your actions, eyes hooded, and a dizzy smile on his face. He slips out his fingers from inside your shorts and grips into your waist. He gently lifts you up over his legs and you stand up in front of him. Your hands resting on his naked shoulders as your legs feel unsteady underneath you.

He starts tugging on the bottom of your shorts, pulling them down, letting them fall to your ankles, as you kick off your shoes, and watch his eyes fall down to your lacy pair of black panties.

“Fuck,” he mutters out, you reach down to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his pants hastily, and trying to tug them off as he’s sitting down still. He chuckles at your frustrated grunts, “Eager there?” You roll your eyes playfully and cross your arms over your chest.

Eddie mutters something under his breath and stands up, towering over you.

He kicks off his dirty Reebok’s, shoves his jeans down with all the chains hanging off the hoops, and brings down his boxers with them.

His thick, red-rimmed, hard cock springs out from the fast movement. Your thighs immediately clench together at the mere sight of him.

“Fuck me,” you blurt out and blush at your own comment.

“I will,” he replies cockily, his fingers reaching down to the sides of your panties, and he slowly pulls them down.

The cold air hits your warm pussy, making your entire body break out into goosebumps, and you shiver slightly as you kick off your undies.

Your pussy is glistening in front of Eddie and he can’t take his eyes off of you.

“Look at that,” he whispers. His fingers spread you open, “Glistening and all wet for me. C’mere.” His grabby hands hold your waist again as he helps you come back and sit on his lap. His cock sitting pretty in between you and you can’t wait to feel him inside of you.

You lean back, one of his hands is holding you by your back, and the other is holding his cock.

You lift your hips up, mouth open in a whine when you feel him move himself in between your folds, his pre cum spilling into you, and your wetness coating his thick cock.

His ringed fingers grip your flesh as he aligns you above his cock and swiftly slides into you with one movement. Bottom out in you easily, your tight walls suctioning him in, and you both whine at the connection.

Finally.

Your arms hold onto his shoulders, nails digging into them, and your head falls into his shoulder as you whine at how big and thick he feels inside of you.

You’ve never felt so full before.

You’ve never felt so open. So spread out. Your walls burn at how thick he is.

His cock is fitting perfectly inside of you, letting your body adjust to his size, and he almost comes undone when he feels you squeezing against him. Trying to feel more of him. His fingers digging into the fullest part of your hips as you both adjust to each other’s warmth.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking big!” You whine out, biting the flesh around his neck, and leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses.

“Me? F-fuck, you’re fueling my ego. You’re pussy is fucking heavy, angel face.”

His grip on you never falters as he starts to move you up slowly, the tip of his cock at your entrance, and he moves you back down again.

You both whine again, feeling so blissful, so fucking wonderful.

“You feel amazing,” he mutters out into the curve of your neck, biting down gently, and he continues using your body as he pleases. Continues moving you up and down on his hard, pulsating cock. His hips meet yours as you start to increase the speed.

Rolling your hips into him as he moves you as he wishes, both moaning together, and the sweet smell of sex starts filling the room.

Eddie suddenly grips both of your hands, moving them behind your back, and holding them by the wrist in one of his own. He holds you steady, your body leaning back, but his cock never stops moving inside of you. You feel fucking amazing right now. Never having felt like this before.

You both look down at the same moment, both watching the way his cock pulls out of you and swiftly enters back into your soaked pussy, and they way you both enjoy watching.

Your nails dig into your hands in pleasure, your wetness soaking his thighs, and Eddie moves his head down to your breasts. You arch your back to give him more access as he swirls his tongue over one of your hard nipples, you cry at the pleasure that rocks into your spine, and he moves one of his free hands to massage your other breast.

“You fit my cock perfectly, fuck. You’re taking me so g-good. Oooohhh, honey. You feel like heaven, angel.” His thrusts only increase in speed, the sound of thighs hitting against each other fills the room, with the loud sound of his cock destroying your pussy.

You can feel your orgasm building up once again and it’s as if he can tell because he releases his hold on your wrist. You instantly reach down in between your bodies, and cry out when you finally reach your awaiting clit. You hold onto Eddie with your free arm wrapped around his shoulders and he buries his head against your breasts, but continues to hold your hips to keep the pace fast and hard.

“Oh, f-fuck!! E-Eddie, I’m s-so fucking close. D-don’t stop! Are you close?” You whine out, increasing the speed of your finger against your clit, and you squeeze his cock inside of you with your velvety walls.

“Oh, sweetheart.. I’m fucking close. Keep going, k-keep touching yourself,” he sucks a couple more bruises into your breasts and then he moves his big hands to the bottom of your ass, cupping both cheeks roughly as his thrusts continue to enter you deeply.

Your head is tilted back, jaw slacked, mouth open in your whining, your bodies melting together into one, and you feel your orgasm almost taking over.

“That’s it,” he coos you and then suddenly, you hear the door open loudly. The door hitting the wall in a bang, but Eddie’s doesn’t stop your movements and you don’t either.

“What the fuck?! Y/N! What the fuck are you doing with this f-fucking freak?!” You hear your boyfriend's loud voice yelling into the room, but you don’t care. All you care about is your orgasm. You need to come undone on Eddie’s cock. That’s the only thing on your mind right now.

“Shut the fuck up, Carver! And look at your beautiful fucking girlfriend drunk on my cock,” Eddie yells back at him and you finally reach your climax, tears prickling the corner of your eyes.

“NO! What the fuck?!” Jason yells from the door, slamming his closes fists onto the wall next to him, his eyes locked onto your fucked out body on top of Eddie, and he can’t look away.

The stimutanous feeling of Eddie fucking you hard and the pressure you’re putting on your clit feels overpowering. And somehow being caught by Jason fuels a kink you didn’t know you had.

A loud scream explodes from your throat and Eddie follows suit with a loud groan. His thrusts don’t slow down, instead your release triggers his own, his cum spurts out and coats your walls, your pussy clenching around him, squirting on him, and your thighs are shaking. The most overwhelming orgasm you’ve ever felt consumes you.

“Be fucking loud,” Eddie demands against your neck as he watches you come undone.

Your whining loudly still, your vision turns hazy with spots filling the corners, your hands gripping onto him as you come down from your climax, and you let out a breath of satisfaction. Your body feels like jelly against his.

Eddie’s breathing is jagged underneath you, a smirk on his face as he pulls himself away from your breasts, and you finally take a look at the door.

Jason is standing there, a shocked look on his face, mouth dropped, wide eyes, and he’s speechless.

You can’t help, but notice how hard his dick is in his khaki colored pants.

Eddie must have noticed, too.

“Liked the show, Carver?” He asks cockily as he gently lifts you up over his throbbing cock, you hiss at the sensation and the emptiness. You stand up and you clench your thighs together when you feel Eddie’s cum leaking out of you.

Jason doesn’t even speak. He’s only watching. His eyes moving down your naked bruised body and locking onto your fucked out pussy.

Eddie maneuvers his hand in between your thighs, his eyes on Jason, and pushes his cum back inside of you. The squelching sound of his cum getting pushed back inside of you makes your knees buckle.

You moan at the feeling, squeezing around his fingers, and you look at Jason.

“I saw you with Chrissy,” you say causally and his eyes snap to your face. “We’re obviously over. So… maybe get the fuck out?“

Jason looks as white as a ghost and he quickly rushes out the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Eddie’s fingers are still in you when you look down at him and he’s already looking at you, with a smirk on his face and he bursts out laughing. You follow suit, a loud giggle bursting through your lips.

“Did you see his face?“ He asks between his laughs.

“It was priceless,” you say as you kiss his lips.

“Mmm,” he moans into your lips, “Pussy so tight for me. Filled with my cum.”

“Want to go again?” You ask, eyes glittering with want as you met his own.

“Fuck yeah, but I want to take you home instead.”

“Okay,” you whisper against his lips with a smile and a small kiss.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson writing #eddie munson smut #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #season 4 #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson best friend

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vex91 · 9 months

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Cho Miyeon - Distance

Pairing: Cho Miyeon x Female Reader

Fandom: (G)I-DLE

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Miyeon imagine: established relationship. Reader starts being distant towards miyeon in public because her manger said she needed too(reader is (g)idle member too). Angst w/ fluff ending

Summary: Miyeon thought that everything was going well with you two but she starts questioning that when you suddenly started keeping distance with her.

A/N: Thank you for requesting <3

3rd's POV

You always wanted to be an idol but your parents were against it. They gave you an ultimatum "If you pass an audition for any company within 2 years, we'll allow it" and despite being rejected again and again by various different companies, Cube was the one that accepted you forcing your parents to keep their end of the deal.

During your time as a trainee you became incredibly close with Miyeon and Soyeon as they were the ones who first took care of you there so when you found out that you were gonna debut with them, you were overjoyed. During preparations for your debut you got close with all the members but still Miyeon and Soyeon were the closest to you, especially Miyeon with who you were inseparable.

It didn't change even years after your debut. Your fans often said that you two were married with how you were always together, even going on variety shows together. You would often laugh at comments like that, you liked being together. Miyeon's presence was comforting for you while Miyeon just loved talking with you and having you there. Both of you always knew of your feelings for each other but you never had the need to make it official.

The kind of relationship where you were so sure of the other feelings that you weren't afraid that someone else would come and steal one of you away.

You both decided to make it official during the Oh My God promotions. Miyeon was the one who asked you to be her girlfriend and who were you to reject her? Ever since then you were in a happy relationship that all your members supported and were happy that you guys managed to love each other in this tough industry.

Now back to Queencard era.

Your relationship wasn't public, you wanted to make an official statement about it but your company was against it, telling you that it'll be better to just keep it away from the media and your fans. You didn't liked to lie to your fans like that but there was nothing you could do.

The promotions of your new album were going great, people loved it and bought albums, watched the content that came with it and all but it was just not enough to take your company's attention away from the rumors about you and Miyeon dating. They didn't wanted people to know so they were thinking about how to make you and Miyeon look less in love and after thinking about it for a while, they decided to tell you to start keeping your distance with her, something that you've never done before.

You knew that you could get kicked out for not following what they told you to do so you had no choice.

You started hanging out with Soyeon and Yuqi more, the only members that you told about this whole ordeal despite your company telling you to not tell anyone. Soyeon was furious with the company, they always had to butt in where they weren't wanted or needed just to destroy all the good things happening in your lives. Unfortunately she couldn't do anything other than to just write a hateful song about them for their next album.

It was hard, keeping yourself away from Miyeon. At first it was only in public but when she started questioning your behavior and tried to ask you about it, you started avoiding her a little behind closed doors too, leaving her even more confused. She started thinking that maybe she did something but when she was not able to figure out what happened, she started thinking that maybe you did something and you were scared to tell her.

Whatever it was Miyeon needed answers because she had enough of the uncertainty in your relationship. She wanted to have you back by her side.

She tried talking to you but with no luck. Frustrated she decided to drink something but in the kitchen she heard Soyeon and Yuqi's conversation. She wasn't the type to eavesdrop but she couldn't help it after she heard yours and her names.

"I feel bad for them but can't Y/N just tell about the whole distance thing to Miyeon?"

"It would risk the company finding out that she told her, it's better to keep it up for a little while longer"

"Maybe you're right... it's a hard situation"

Distance thing? Something with company? Did your company told you to keep something secret from her?

Quickly walking to Shuhua's room, Miyeon could only think about what the hell did Cube told you to do and keep a secret. She knew that you will be there with Shuhua since the maknae asked you for help with something. Storming into the room, she startled both of you. You and Shuhua quickly look at who just decided to scare you and when you saw an angry Miyeon, a fear settled in you.

You were fucked. There was no running away from her now.

Sensing the tension in the air, Shuhua decided to quietly evacuate from the room to go and call Soojin. You gulped when Miyeon looked from her and over to you, her eyes full of rage that you weren't sure was directed at you or something else but honestly you were scared to find out. Miyeon may be a caring sweetheart but when she was mad then she was scary as hell.

No one wanted to anger Miyeon but now you did it and you were praying for your life.

You knew that this conversation had to be done in order to keep your relationship. You had to be honest with her "Mind explaining to me why you're avoiding me? Did I do something?" You shook your head and when you were about to tell her the truth, her next words shocked you "Then what is it? Are you cheating on me?" At that you quickly stood up and walked over to her, taking her hands into your own. At first she was surprised with it but she soon melted when she finally was able to feel your touch.

"No! Baby I'm not cheating on you. I know that it may look like this to you but I would never cheat. The truth is our company told me to keep my distance with you and for some reason forbidden me from telling you. I hated every day of it but you know how they are, there is no reasoning with them. I was scared that if I told you, they would find out and kicked out me or you even. I would hate for you to lose your whole career like that" You told her everything. You knew that if you wanted her to believe you then you had to be fully honest with her and not leave anything out of the story.

Miyeon thought over your words carefully. Honestly she wasn't surprised that Cube did it, it was expected that they would always complicate everything. And seeing you as you were pretty much in a situation with no escape, Miyeon couldn't be mad at you, instead she was angry at herself that she wasn't aware of your silent suffering. Without any other words Miyeon connected your lips in a kiss, pulling you closer to her. Your arms instinctively wrapped around her neck as hers were placed on your hips, squeezing them a little from time to time. Both of you enjoyed the kiss, only now realizing how actually badly you missed it.

When you ran out if air, you pulled away from Miyeon, her forehead leaned on your own as you stared into each other's eyes, holding each other, knowing that no matter what happens you will always stay together.

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Side Lover

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

Summary: Jude gets tired of being your side man and gives you an ultimatum.

Find more at: Masterlist

Jude Bellingham x (female) reader

WARNINGS: Cheating!

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

“So.. I was thinking we could order some food, then watch a movie. You can pick it.” he quickly suggests and you feel incredibly bad at how hopeful he sounds cause there is no way you can stay for the night.

You reluctantly turn around from the bathroom mirror, facing him. Jude is leaning against the door, only wearing black boxers.

The smile he has quickly drops when he notices the several concealers you’re applying to your skin, recognition kicking in. Over the last weeks, he’s seen you frantically cover his love bites and marks with make-up since your boyfriend has returned to the city.

At first, Jude tried not to overthink it, but now he’s growing more and more annoyed at your actions.

“Why don’t you just fucking leave him?” he angrily shoots, his accent making his words harder to understand. You hold back a sigh, returning your attention to the mirror and continuing to apply the makeup.

“It’s not that simple, Jude. You wouldn’t understand.” you utter, giving him an apologetic smile.

Jude only scoffs, professing a curse as he rubs his hands on his face.

“Don’t act like I’m a child, alright? Let’s face it, you don’t love him. You only feel bad about breaking up with him, that’s it.” he declares, coming closer to you. Your heart beats faster listening to his words, but you try to concentrate on your task, ignoring his persistent gaze.

Upon your blank reaction, Jude lets out an angry grunt as he reaches out to grab your arms, turning you around as you struggle against him.

“Jude, don’t do this, okay? I really can’t do this right now.” you tremulously beg but Jude only shakes his head, a deep frown plastered on his face.

“I’m tired of playing games, not knowing where we stand. I need an answer so you're gonna have to make a decision. Who’s it gonna be: me or him?” he questions you, eyes on you, waiting for an answer.

You meet his eyes, pressing your lips together, your heart stomping against your chest. It’s a decision you hoped to delay, but it’s impossible to have them both, you know.

It’s been amazing being with Jude, he’s everything you wish your boyfriend would be and yet you can’t find it in you to break-up with your current boyfriend. You’re a coward but you’re not ready to deal with the end of your relationship yet.

You slowly peel Jude’s hands off your arms, dropping your eyes to the ground. He releases a string of curses, storming off the bathroom and banging its door shut.

Tears burn in your eyes and turn around, pressing your hands onto the sink, head dropped as a storm of emotions destroys you inside.

You hate yourself right now: for doing this to you, to Jude and to your own boyfriend. It’s something you never should’ve started and now you’re paying the consequences.

You don’t even know how the hell you will face your boyfriend after everything that you’ve been doing behind his back.

It takes you time, but you eventually calm yourself down, finishing your make-up. Taking a deep breath, you leave the bathroom. Jude is not in the bedroom and you’re grateful for that, quickly grabbing your coat and purse before heading downstairs.

Once you near the door, Jude appears, fully dressed this time. A sour expression on his face as he looks at you.

“I really hope you get to be happy with him. But I think we both know that you made the wrong decision, he can’t love you the same way I do.” his words strike hard and a single tear escapes your eye.

You look at Jude one last time, drinking in every feature of his before opening the door, leaving his life forever.

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a little bit lost without you {e.m}

plot: you see eddie for the first time after your break up.

character: eddie munson x plus size reader

part of my eddie munson ‘pretty eyes’ series

Of course you knew the day would come where you'd run into Eddie and you'd have to speak to him again and honestly, you were a little surprise that it hadn't already happened yet. In the months since your break-up you'd practiced over and over speeches that you'd say to him, vent out every last frustration so that you could move on with your life but when you did eventually run into him... all of that went out the window and all you could do was stand and gape at him like a fish out of water.

He looked the same with the same curled hair, the same big brown eyes, the same rings on his fingers, the same denim vest with the same patches sewn onto it... Still had your pink hair tie on his wrist, even after all this time.

"Hey, pretty eyes," he said after a few moments of pregnant pause.

Shit.

Maybe you weren't as over him as you thought you were. You'd convinced yourself you were over him but now seeing him in front of you... your heart ached. It was him calling you 'pretty eyes'. You missed that nickname, it was the sweetest nickname anyone had ever given you.

"Hey, Eds..." You said, voice a little hoarse.

You hadn't really expected to run into him in the mall, Eddie had always spoken about his hatred of the mall for all the stupid teenagers who would hang around here but maybe you didn't know him that well anymore.

You shifted uncomfortably. You didn't really know what to say. All that time you'd spent rehearsing your speech and you could remember none of it, "Uh, how are-"

"How's thing-"

"Sorry." The two of you both said at the same time after speaking over the other.

Eddie rubbed his neck as he gave a small chuckle, "How's things?"

Do you want the truth? Do you want to hear how awful I've felt without you? Do you want to know about all the sleepless nights, the crying, the regret? Do you really want to know?

"Yeah, I've been alright," you said, overly happy as you plastered a grin on your face, "What about you?" Eddie's smile faltered upon hearing how good you've been doing. He didn't know whether you were telling him the truth or not but he took what you were saying for face value.

He shrugged, "Yeah, yeah... not bad." It was a bit ass lie. Eddie had spent his months wallowing. He had fucked your relationship and he hated himself for it. It had ended because he was in a rut, refusing help and refusing to help himself. You had tried to help but he pushed you away and you gave him an ultimatum, be better or be single. Eddie hated himself for making the wrong choice, "You look great. I mean you always do but... yeah." You looked down at your outfit, jeans and a jumper nothing that great but Eddie had always loved the way you looked. He had always loved your body, despite its size, despite its curves, despite the fat rolls and stretch marks. Eddie was one of the reasons you had grown to love yourself; you saw how much he loved you and you started doing the same. He always treated you with such love and care, never making you feel ugly or unwanted... He was good.

It was like you were watching yourself from above, an our of body experience, is that what they call it? You heard yourself saying, "Well, it was nice seeing you." Saw yourself giving Eddie one last pathetic smile before starting to walk away. Why were you just leaving? There were so many things you wanted to say, so many things you needed to say.

Eddie wasn't letting you go so easily though.

"I got a job!" He called, a little louder than necessary as a few people turned to look at him to see who was shouting about a job.

You stopped.

"Eddie, you can't keep living like this! You need to get out, do more than just sit and get high! You need to get a job, make your own money, save up for a place of your own!"

"I'm fine the way I am, thanks though."

That was one of the fights that ended your relationship. He refused to help himself, refused to get a job and fund his habits... You had supported him through money you'd gotten from your own job and you couldn't do it anymore. You just couldn't.

You stayed frozen, facing the other way, so Eddie continued talking, "That's why I'm here, you know I hate the mall. It's in the music shop, the one beside The Gap... It's a couple of days after school and the weekends. I've been using the money to help my Uncle, started saving up and even bought myself a proper bed frame like you suggested... I've been trying." It was true. He had been trying, he'd actively been trying to better himself.

For a week after the break up, he had been expecting you to come back. He had convinced himself that it was all just a stupid fight and you didn't mean what you said, that your ultimatum was just you being dramatic... Until he woke up one day and realised you really weren't planning on coming back. He replayed that fight over and over in his head, regretting every response and scoff that he did. Your requests weren't so stupid as he thought. He looked around his room at the mess he'd let himself get into; no money, no job, no friends, no girlfriend. That's when he decided to change.

You turned to him, face softened but eyes sad, "I'm happy for you, Eds," you said quietly, "it'll be good for you."

"It is," he nodded. He could sense that you were pulling away again so he took a breath, "I'm not doing good at all actually, (y/n). I'm having a hard time-"

"Eddie..."

"I'm lost without you. I'm trying to be better, I've been trying so hard I promise. I-I fucked up, (y/n) and..." He took a deep breath and exhaled, letting his shoulders sag, "I miss you."

Your heart panged. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, remembering the good times. For most of your relationship, things were great. He could always make you laugh, made you feel so loved. He was the one that protected you from Carver and his cronies after they mocked you for your weight. Eddie loved all of you, curves and fat rolls and all. He always made you feel equal, never less than.

"I... I don't know what to say, Eds," you whispered, eyes flooding with tears, "I've been trying to move on, move past you and this- you... it's confusing."

Eddie nodded, wringing his hands together before stuffing them in his pockets, "Can I take you for lunch?" He asked, "My treat."

You pursed your lips, debating it over in your head, "Is that a good idea?" You asked, "I mean... I dunno. I don't know." Your head was reeling with the thoughts and worries you had.

He stepped a little closer, not too close but just a little closer, "Hey, it's okay," he gave you a small smile, "we don't have to. I just... I miss you and I thought it might be nice but it's okay. Seeing you, knowing that you're doing okay-"

"I'm not okay though." You hadn't meant to spill the beans but everything was overwhelming and he'd been so honest and you just snapped, "I've not been okay at all." Eddie really fought hard to not smile at that but you corners of his mouth did tilt upwards, "Okay..." you exhaled, "let's go for lunch."

He grinned, "Wanna go to your favourite?"

You nodded, "Yeah, that sounds good."

He gestured towards the south entrance and told you his van was parked out there, he'd drive and the two of you walked towards the exit. Your hands fidgeted with your sleeves and if you were being honest you might as well tell him, "I'm a little bit lost without you too, Eds."

Maybe there was hope after all.

#pretty eyes #pretty eyes series #plus size reader #plus size series #reader insert #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson #imagine #one shot #os #prompt #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things one shot #eddie fic #fanfic

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thatfanficstuff · 8 days

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Breakeven - Jonas Taylor (The Meg)

Pairing: Jonas Taylor x Reader

Warnings: nope

A/N: Inspired by the song Breakeven by The Script. I was having trouble finding a Jonas Taylor fic that fit what I was looking for so I wrote one. The story of my life. Enjoy.

Jonas Taylor’s gaze swept around the flurry of activity surrounding him. He’d just left the infirmary after making certain his sister would recover from the injury she’d received when her sub had been attacked. He needed a shower and a change of clothes but he was too busy searching the halls of Mana One for your familiar silhouette. He hadn’t seen you since the two of you divorced and now that he was so close to you, he felt the need to find you. To assure himself that you were still whole and alive.

Finally, he caught a glimpse of you as you conferred with Suyin, both your heads bent over a tablet as she showed you something. He sucked in a breath as his chest tightened, an odd mix of longing and bitterness churning inside him. He shoved down the rush of emotions threatening to surface, schooling his features into his normal flat expression. He had to appear unaffected. He couldn’t let you know how affected he was by your presence, how the pain clawed at his insides.

“I thought you were going to clean up,” Mac’s voice interrupted. His friend followed his line of sight to see you. “Oh.” He dropped a hand on Jonas’ shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.

Jonas shrugged him off and gave him a tight smile. “Got sidetracked is all.”

“I see that,” Mac agreed as he put his hands in his pockets and followed Jonas as he walked away from you. They walked in silence for a bit, steps echoing in the quiet hall.

Jonas licked his lips. “Seems like she’s doing okay after everything.” Bitterness colored his words though he’d tried to hide it. He hated that he was torn in pieces, aimless without you and you didn’t seem bothered in the least. It was bullshit.

Mac studied him for a moment. “She’s keeping her head up.” He grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him into a room. “Let’s have a drink. You look like you could use one.”

Jonas nodded and took a seat in what was clearly Mac’s private room. He sipped at his drink as he watched Mac contemplate something. Jonas knew the look well and waited for his friend to come to a decision.

“You’ve got it all wrong you know,” Mac finally said with a furrowed brow.

“What have I got wrong?”

“It killed her to file those papers.”

Jonas snorted. “I find that unlikely. No, she thought I was crazy just like everyone else and left rather than stand by me like she should have.”

Mac shook his head. “I promised her I wouldn’t say anything, but I’m tired of holding her while she cries over you. I love her like a sister, but she needs you.”

“Then why the hell did she leave?” Jonas tried and failed to mask the desperation in his words.

“Because,” Mac hesitated, swirling his drink as if searching for courage in its depths. “Because the old bastard gave her an ultimatum.” Jonas knew instantly he must be talking about your father. None of you liked him but he was too wealthy and powerful to just write off. Mac sighed, regret contorting his features. “He threatened dire consequences, Jonas. Said you’d suffer if she didn’t cut ties.”

A heavy weight settled in his stomach. If your father wasn’t already dead, he’d kill him for threatening you. For making you too scared to come to him. “Threatened? What did he do, Mac?” His grip tightened on his glass, knuckles whitening.

“He didn’t want your presence staining his good name as he put it. Said he’d use all of his resources to make sure you were broke and homeless with no where to turn. He told her there wasn’t a corner of the Earth where you would be safe from him. Then he told her if she tried to run with you, he’d make certain she’d never see you alive again.” Mac’s voice was little more than a whisper by the end, heavy with the burden of the knowledge he’d been carrying.

A cold shock washed over Jonas, followed by a surge of anger that left him breathless. Your father hadn’t threatened you. He’d threatened Jonas. You’d shattered your entire world to protect him. His breath came heavy and he placed his glass on the table in front of him, afraid he’d drop it otherwise. He ran a hand over his head. “Damn it.” How hadn’t he seen this? Why hadn’t he demanded more answers from you? Why had he just assumed you were abandoning him like everyone else? “I can’t believe she never—”

“Hey,” Mac interrupted gently, placing a hand on Jonas’s back. “You didn’t know because she didn’t want you to. She walked away to keep you safe.”

“Safe,” Jonas echoed, the word bitter on his tongue. The truth of your motivations stripped him of his resentment, leaving a raw, gaping wound in its wake.

“Jonas,” Mac’s voice softened, “she loved you enough to let you go but she was far from okay with it. It tore her up. Still does.”

He clenched his jaw as he processed everything he’d just been told. If you loved him that much, maybe there was still hope for the two of you.

You’d taken to hiding in your room since Jonas arrived, leaving only when you were made to. You hadn’t even been to see Lori in the infirmary afraid you’d run into him there. Mac had been trying to get you to tell Jonas the truth since your father died, but you just couldn’t. He’d hate you for breaking his heart, regardless of the circumstances. It was better to just let him move on without you. For him to find his happiness even if you never did.

A knock at your door reverberated through the room. You opened it without checking who was on the other side. An action you regrated instantly when you found yourself face to face with the love of your life. “Jonas,” you whispered, your voice breaking on the word.

He greeted you in return before pushing gently past you and stepping into the room. You shut the door behind him, your hand trembling against the cold steel. “I didn’t expect—”

“Neither did I,” he said cutting you off. “Why did you do it? Why did you leave me?”

The words hung between you as your eyes searched his, wondering why he suddenly wanted to have this conversation when he’d never asked at the time. “Jonas, I…” you trailed off not certain what you could say to get him to possibly forgive you.

“Please,” he pleaded as his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. “I heard things about your father, about threats. I need to hear it from you. The truth.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Your gaze faltered, drifting away before finding its way back to him. “I…you don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand,” he said, stepping closer.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as your heart raced, pounding against your ribs. “My father threatened everything. I never wanted to leave you but if I stayed, if I fought for you…He might have been bluffing, but I couldn’t risk it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion. “Why didn’t you ask for my help?”

A laugh escaped you then, a cold, bitter sound of disbelief. “How could I, Jonas? Threats from my father aside, you’d been pushing me away since the day everything went to shit. I tried to help you, tried to back you and you didn’t want it. When my father gave me the ultimatum, I figured it wouldn’t matter much to you anyway. It didn’t matter if I was broken, as long as you were okay.”

You couldn’t bear to look at him as hot tears trailed down your cheeks. Strong hands gripped yours and you sucked in a breath in surprise. “Listen to me,” Jonas ordered. “I always knew you deserved better than me and I didn’t want to drag you down with me, but nothing, absolutely nothing would ever make me quit loving you.”

When you said nothing he squeezed your hands. “Say you believe me,” he whispered. “Believe that in a million moments, in a million lifetimes, I would always choose you.”

Your eyes found his, wanting to believe his words. Gods you wanted to. And as he gazed at you full of hope and love and desperation, you found that you did. Could the two of you really have another chance? With your father and his threats gone from your lives, what was stopping you?

Jonas leaned forward suddenly and you barely had time to catch your breath before his lips met yours in a kiss that was both an apology and a plea. His hands moved to cup your face tenderly as if you could vanish in an instant.

Pulling back just enough to meet your stunned gaze, Jonas ran his eyes over your face as if memorizing your features. Whatever he found must have made him happy as a wide grin curled his lips. “Marry me,” he breathed. “Be mine again. Forever this time.”

The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable. Fresh tears trailed the paths of the previous ones but this time they were happy, full of love and hope. You brushed your lips against his as you whispered his name.

He kissed you again, needy and wanting, before resting his forehead against yours. “Is that a yes?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, baby, that’s a yes.”

His hands trembled slightly as he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. He buried his face into the curve of your neck and inhaled your still familiar scent. For the first time since you walked out the door all those years ago, he felt whole.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered against his skin.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. As long as you never leave my side again everything will be fine.” As he pressed a kiss to your temple, there was a knock on your door.

“Go away,” he called, making you laugh.

There was a stretch of silence before you heard Mac say your name in question which only made you laugh harder. You pulled away to answer your door, Jonas moving with you. Mac looked between the two of you, before grinning like an idiot. “I’m sorry to interrupt this, like you have no idea how sorry, but we’ve got a meeting to talk about the meg.”

You nodded and moved to follow him before Jonas grabbed your arm and pulled you back. “We’ll be there in a minute,” his rough voice said as he shut the door in Mac’s face.

When he turned you and pressed you against the door as he kissed you deeply, all your protests disappeared. This is where you belonged. Right here with your husband as if the last five years had never happened. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back and wondered if they really needed you to tell them to kill the giant shark before it ate everyone. Surely they could figure that out on their own.

#jonas taylor fanfiction #jonas taylor x reader #the meg fanfiction #jason statham fanfiction

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niceboyeds · 2 years

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yours (s.h.)

pairing: Steve Harrington x female reader

summary: after confessing your feelings for Steve, you’re worried you’ve ruined everything.

contains: 18+ minors DNI angst, language, smut: fingering, aftercare, fluff

word count: 2.9K

a/n: roughly based this one off of the songs Yours by Conan Gray because it hurt my feelings the other day. cheers to my fellow friends who’ve fallen for their situation-ship. i haven’t posted a Steve piece in a while so enjoy xx

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your hands grip the edge of the porcelain sink, trying to steady your breathing while looking at your face in the mirror.

why can’t you be more like her?

she’s so pretty, so perfect.

no wonder Steve fell in love with her.

with tears staining down your face, you stand there for a while, watching your knuckles turn white as you try take deep breaths to compose yourself.

a knock at the bathroom door startles you. had you been too loud? were you in there for too long? surely the laughter of the group you left in the other room would’ve covered the cries you let slip through.

“hey, are you okay?” of course it’s Steve.

“y-yeah. i’m fine!” you call out, cursing yourself for letting your voice crack. that wasn’t convincing in the slightest.

“can you let me in?”

“i’ll be out in a minute!” quickly splashing water on your face, you try to clean off the mascara residue underneath your eyes.

as you open the door to leave, Steve walks in while pushing you back into the small bathroom. a worried look on his face as he closes the door behind him.

“baby what’s happening?” his left hand cups your face as you fight to push the new tears back in.

baby, a nickname he’s only ever called you in private.

“nothing. i’m fine, just stubbed my toe.” you smile, trying to leave the bathroom.

“you’re such a shitty liar.” he rolls his eyes at you as he grabs your arm. it’s not rough, but it’s firm. you know he won’t let you go without the truth.

“i’m sorry, is Nancy better at lying too?” the words are bitter on your tongue as you rip your arm out of his hold.

“what are you talking about?”

“oh you know, just how you’re clearly still hooked up on ms. cool girl out there.” you’re angry now. you hate being the jealous girl but you know what you want, who you want.

“what? why are you mad at me?”

“you just don’t get it.”

“well then please explain because i’m completely fucking lost right now!” his voice raises slightly, clearly annoyed with you but you’re unable to control the volume of your own voice now.

“do you still love her? or is it me? because you seem to only want me for sex but that’s not who i am! and i tried, i tried so goddamn hard to give you what you wanted. but you never fucking noticed that i fell in love with you!!”

angry tears are slipping from your eyes and you hate that you’re letting him affect you like this, but there’s no going back now.

“i won’t sit around forever waiting for you to decide if you’re in love with me or not. whatever we have going on is fucking cruel, and i can’t do it anymore.”

“what so you're giving me an ultimatum or something?”

“call it whatever you want, Steve. but stop coming around if you just want to use me.”

you push your way out of the bathroom, running past the now silent group of your friends and out of the house you jump into your car. speeding out of Steve’s driveway, you can’t remember the last time you’ve driven this fast, or if you ever have for that matter.

you can’t do anything but slam on the gas pedal and grip the steering wheel tightly. trying your best to not think of the scene you just caused.

not only did you just confess your love to Steve and he completely disregarded it, but you’ve also likely lost all the friendships that came with him. they were his first, you can’t blame them. you can’t show your face there again, too embarrassed to even think about what you just said.

you pull into the driveway of the little house you bought earlier this year, having been ready to move out of your parents place long before you graduated high school. you close the front door with a slam, immediately locking it.

deciding you need some air, you lay in the grass in your backyard. noticing the sun has set but the sky is still not black, rather a greyish shade, while you wait for the constellations to shine through.

thoughts of your evening still lingering in your mind, how unbelievably stupid of you to not only confess your feelings to Steve, but to allow yourself to catch any feelings at all. you’ll hate yourself for that for a long time.

settling your anger at yourself, you start to think about why you even loved him. he just called when he was bored or horny. never wanting to be with you, only wanting to use your body.

all you wanted was for him to like you back. but he was so clearly in love with someone. maybe it was Nancy, maybe you had never met the person, but it wasn’t you. and that hurt like a bitch.

it makes you wonder if you even know him at all. sure, everyone knows Steve Harrington the infamous “King of Hawkins High” but there was—there is, so much more to him.

you told yourself you wouldn’t get sucked into his game, that you were the one in charge and you could end things when you wanted to. that he wasn’t anything but a friend who helped you get off whenever you needed. hell, you initiated it first.

you sit on the bed next to him. both of you nervous and scared of any problems that might damage your friendship. both of you scared to make the first move after you made the decision to help each other out.

“are you sure we should do this?”

“do you find me attractive, Steve?”

“baby you’re gorgeous.”

“do you want to sleep with me?”

“of course i do.”

“then stop talking and kiss me, dammit.”

your lips meet halfway, his felt softer than you imagined in your mind. so gentle. you both move back on the bed toward the pillows. he was still not being as assertive as he always seemed to be, like he was scared.

but you knew he just needed something to light that fire under him. you take one of his hands and place it on your breast while you moan softly into his mouth.

he removes it, much to your dismay, and begins pulling the hem of your shirt. you help him take it off, along with his own, and he pushes you down against the pillows.

you could feel him through his jeans, his crotch grinding against you and his groans make you wetter by the second.

he breaks away from your lips, making you whimper slightly. he quickly brings his hands around your back, unclipping your bra before throwing it across the room.

“beautiful” was all he whispered before his lips attacked your neck, kissing and sucking down to the valley between your breasts. you moan loudly when he sucks on one of them, kneading the other with his hand.

you grind yourself against him, pushing your hips up to meet his hard dick. your hands tug at his shirt, urging him to take it off. moans leaving both of your mouths as you softly tug at his jeans, indicating to him you want them off too.

he doesn’t think about it for another second, pulling his pants down along with his boxers, freeing his hard cock. you can’t help but look at it hungrily, dripping in your panties. you wanted him so badly.

you quickly slide your own pants down, moaning when the cool air hits your wet pussy. you look at his face, letting him take you all in, before pulling him back down to kiss again.

you continue grinding against him, feeling his cock rub through your wet folds. “jesus, baby.” he moans against your lips.

he suddenly stops moving against you, making you whine in protest which makes him laugh. “don’t worry, baby. gonna make you feel so good.”

his fingers lightly brush over your needy clit, making you buck your hips slightly, needing more friction. he teases two of his large fingers through your folds, collecting the wetness you’re covered in. “please, Steve.”

“i’ll take care of you” is all he says before pushing a digit into you. he loves hearing how he’s making you feel, expertly curling it when he’s fully inside of you.

you rock yourself against him, needing more. it’s like he can read your mind as he shoves a second finger inside of you. “oh god, yes!” you cry out, throwing your head back against the pillows.

he moves them faster while using his thumb to rub circles on your throbbing clit. he smiles at how much of a needy puddle you are underneath him. “feels good, baby?” he asks, fully aware of the answer.

“y-yes! so close, don’t stop!” but he wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon, he wanted to see you do this everyday. a mess from just his fingers alone, definitely an ego boost for him.

“cum for me, baby.” he whispers in your ear as you’re approaching the edge. a couple thrusts of his magic fingers and you reach your climax, allowing him to work you through it. “that was so hot.” is all he says before removing his fingers from your pussy and putting them in his mouth to taste you.

that was all it took for you to pull him back down to you, kissing him again but quickly rolling him onto his back. you sit up on his lap, grinding against his dick as his hands grip your hips.

“you want me to ride you, baby?” he nods immediately, groaning at the thought.

“god yes.”

you were hooked on him from that day forward, never even thinking about someone else. only him.

there were always so many details about him that you remembered. like how he blows on the strands of hair that would fall in his face as he leans over you. or the way your name rolls off his tongue, so delicately as he moans. the way his lips feel pressed against yours. the nicknames he calls you when you’re alone.

but that’s the thing: he was only ever like that when you were alone together. maybe he was embarrassed of you. embarrassed of letting other people know you two had something going on.

but the only one embarrassed now is you.

you begin thinking back to the night you knew you had fallen for him. sure you had a crush on him and found him more than attractive, but something had been different. he seemed to be more caring, more in tune with your feelings and needs. something you’d never experienced before— even from past relationships.

he rolls off of you, sitting on the edge of the bed panting. his hair slightly sticking to his sweaty forehead. leaving you trying to catch your own breath he stands up and disappears into the bathroom.

this wasn’t out of the ordinary, he always liked to shower after sex and you usually made your exit while he was doing so. but tonight he had been more rough than usual, and you were exhausted to say the least. it’s not like you didn’t enjoy his roughness, you were excited about it, but it was fairly uncommon.

you talk yourself into getting up after hearing the water turn on, the fan humming from the cracked bathroom door. just as you were standing, searching for your clothes throughout the bedroom he came back, smiling softly while looking over you.

“shit, I'm sorry baby.” he spoke softly, walking over to you while examining your body. you felt a little self conscious, wrapping your arms over your breast and torso in an attempt to hide. you don't know why though, its not like he's never seen you naked before.

“sorry for what?” you ask, locking eyes with him, worry washing over you.

“i gave you a couple bruises.” he sighs, brushing over the new marks on your hips that you hadn't even realized were there.

“huh, i didn't notice.” you laugh a little, trying to show him you were okay- that it didn't bother you.

“do you... maybe wanna shower with me?” oh. he's never asked that before.

it takes you by surprise and your stomach turns with butterflies. the look on your face must worry him because he starts to back pedal.

“unless you want to leave now, if you have plans or something. or if you just don't want to. its totally fine. i just thought maybe—” you smile at his rambling, you've never seen him so nervous before. it was pretty cute.

“okay.” you finally cut him off, seeing what seems to be a relief for him as he turns to follow you into the bathroom. a shower feels so intimate.

the soap washes off your body and the hot water feels soothing on your tense muscles. he’s being silly, lathering the shampoo on his head which he turns into a design with his hair, opting for a mohawk situation. but the hair on his head is too long, making it flop to one side. you can't help but laugh at him as you switch sides to allow him to rinse.

“can i use your conditioner?” you ask as he leans his head back, freeing his face of soap.

“of course, baby.” you never realized how often he called you that, but now that you’ve noticed you’ll be keeping track of it forever.

you try to comb the conditioner through your hair with your fingers, getting slightly frustrated by a rather large knot in a spot you can't quite reach.

“let me help.” he leans over and kisses your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine as he removes the knot. what is happening to you?

“there. all gone.”

“thank you.” you whisper before he swap sides once again so you can finish rinsing and he steps out. once the water is shut off and you step out, he's waiting with a towel for you.

what the fuck is this feeling?

but you already knew. you knew deep down that you were falling in love, and you knew he would break your heart.

so here you are, laying in your backyard, hiding from the problems you caused for yourself. wallowing in self-pity and resentment towards yourself.

“hey.” oh no...

you don't need to look up to see who's standing in your backyard, the voice is too familiar. not only have you absolutely embarrassed yourself in front of him and your friends, but now he shows up at your house?

“hi.”

“you uh... you didn't answer your phone. or the front door.” you sit up, still unable to look at him.

“yeah. i um, i guess i didn't hear it.” your voice is weak, almost pathetic.

“so i wanted to talk to you... about what you said...”

“it’s fine Steve, you don't have to explain yourself or anything. i understand.”

“but thats the thing, i do need to explain. because you don't understand.”

you finally get the courage to look at him, still looking the same as earlier but his hair looks like he's been running his hands through it. a habit you discovered that he does when he's overwhelmed or stressed.

“what don't i understand? the fact that i just ruined our friendship? not to mention the friendships i have with all of your friends. because lets face it Steve, they don't want to be friends with someone who you hate. that just makes things awkward and uncomfortable for everyone.”

“woah woah woah, slow down. who said i hated you?”

“well... i just-” you can't find the words to say, and now you fear you've dug yourself a deeper grave. you look away from him again as he sits in the grass across from you, his legs bent at the knees and feet in front of him.

“i could never hate you.” his voice is soft and gentle, like the night he asked you to shower with him. this moment feeling just as intimate but you can't figure out why.

“when you had told me earlier that you were in love with me, it caught me by surprise, and i didn't get the chance to be honest with you before you left.”

“okay, but-”

“shh let me finish.” and you do, no longer daring to speak. “you were right, i am in love with someone.”

you really sat there quietly just to listen to that? as if you didn't already know. you cannot bare it anymore, letting the tears slip from your eyes, turning your head away from him before he can see.

oh but he sees. and now you are wishing you had actually dug a physical grave to bury yourself in. “why did you come here to tell me that, Steve?” you hate that your voice is meek, so pitiful.

“baby, if you would just let me finish i’d be able to tell you that i’m in love with you” his hands come up to your face and the pads of his thumbs wipe your tears away.

“what?”

“i’m sorry it took you walking away for me to admit it. but i’ve been in love with you for so long. i was just worried that you didn’t feel the same.”

“do you mean it?”

“i swear i mean it. i know we set rules and boundaries, but i don’t want anyone except you. i want you to be mine. i want to be yours.”

#steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve stranger things #steve #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington smut

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fyodorloveclub · 2 years

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Am I Yours?

notes: this is my toxic fyodor era. this is completely fiction pls don’t let anyone treat you like this </3 also super unedited this just came to me suddenly and its 3 am now

pairing: fyodor x afab reader

CW: unbalanced power dynamic, fyodor is just a toxic asshole, breeding kink, etc

INCREDIBLY NSFW, MINORS DNI

He promised. He always promised. Every day, he promised, and every day he broke that promise.

“If you run this errand for me, I will allow you to sleep in my bed tonight.”

When you would return, errand completed, he always brushed you off.

“I need space. Please go to your room.”

You listened though. You listened because he had you under some kind of hex that trapped you hopelessly in love with him, despite everything. Despite the way he laughed, mocked, and belittled you.

“If you allow me to fuck your throat, I will prepare us a special dinner.”

You opened wide and swallowed every drop.

“I am too tired. Please arrange a meal for yourself.”

You knew the promise would always be broken, but for some reason, you always did what you asked. Maybe you were a masochist, maybe this was Stockholm syndrome. But maybe you just loved him too much, and you would do anything for him to love you back. Naivety is a brutal disease.

But as of recent, he hasn’t been making any sort of propositions at all. In the past week, he hasn’t once asked you to do something at all, let alone offer a return. He’s barely even looked in your direction. You tried to bury yourself in your work, go above and beyond for him, do absolutely anything to achieve his acknowledgement.

You completed tasks before he even knew they had to be done, cooked him every single meal, and praised him at every turn. He didn’t even have the fucking decency to look at you.

“You are a genius, Fedya. I never would’ve thought to make that move.”

“You are deserving of every good thing that comes your way.”

He only ever hummed in response, continuing to scribble on the papers or read the book in front of him.

You felt like you were going insane. If you didn’t have Fyodor, you didn’t have anyone. Somewhere inside of you, you knew that you meant almost nothing to him; you weren’t a complete fucking idiot, but acknowledging that would tear you apart.

Experiencing it though, was a fate worse than hell.

He was your everything, but you were just a plaything.

It all came crashing down one evening, after you stumbled upon him acting far too friendly with a maid in the hallway. She giggled as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, even offering her a gentle smile. A smile you hadn’t seen in weeks. You watched, frozen, until you saw him place a hand on her hip and lean in to whisper something in her ear. You could not take another second.

“Fyodor!” you commanded, arms crossed tightly across your chest. You prayed he wouldn’t detect the fear radiating from you.

His hand immediately dropped from the woman’s waist as he straightened his stance. He still did not look at you.

“Yes?” he asked, voice so cold it sent chills through your body.

The woman clearly detected an upcoming altercation, and quickly escaped. You wanted to be strong, to stand up to him and present an ultimatum, but his aura was too poisonous.

“Do you have something you would like to say to me?”

You crumbled completely, any sense of resolve or dignity vanishing. Instead, you began to cry.

“Why do you fucking hate me so much?” you yelled, tears spilling down your cheeks.

Fyodor slowly turned and walked towards you, eyes darkening as a mocking grin spread across his face. He grabbed your chin forcefully and tilted it upwards, so you were eye to eye. His piercing violet stare was impossible to meet.

“Hate you?” he asked, laughing humorlessly. “Darling, you have a very high opinion of yourself if you think you have that much worth to me.”

Hearing him say that felt like a knife being driven through your chest. All you could do in response was sob.

“Aw, love, do not cry. Would you like to make it up to me? I will forgive you,” he cooed, condescension dripping from every word.

Every single rational part of your brain screamed at you to say no. He was the one in the wrong, you had done nothing that required forgiveness. He was gaslighting you. But a much smaller, yet infinitely louder part of you rejoiced at him acknowledging you once again. Tradition had been restored. This was the side you gave in to.

“I would. What can I do?” Your voice cracked, still unable to stop the tears from falling.

He smiled at that, but there was no warmth in it. He released his grip of your chin and pet your hair gently. You closed your eyes at the touch.

“You can let me have my way with you.”

You nodded without a second thought. This would finally be the moment he began loving you, you just knew it.

“Yes, of course,” you said with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

There was something evil about the smirk he wore, but you didn’t care. You allowed him to roughly grab your wrist and drag you to his bedroom. As much as you wished you didn’t, you wanted this. You truly did. Every cell in your body needed to feel his touch, needed him to be inside you.

Soon, he was bending you over the side of the bed, your face buried in the thick duvet that draped over his bed. He took his sweet time running his fingers all over your body, sticking his hands under your clothes. You whined impatiently, your pussy throbbing with desire.

“Needy, aren’t we?” he remarked facetiously. “I guess I’ll just have to take my sweet time then. Explore every part of your body.”

All you could do was groan at that, wiggling your ass in the air as invitation. He laughed heartily.

Suddenly he had yanked your pants and underwear down to your ankles and was spanking you with force, making you moan. You imagined the bright red handprint that had to have resulted, and suddenly wanted more.

“You like that?” he asked, but spanked you once again before you could respond.

“Yes, yes,” you groaned.

He cackled at that. “Worthless,” he whispered to himself.

His hands were soon in between your legs, grazing lightly over your entrance. He pulled back, and you could hear him sucking on his fingers.

“So fucking wet,” he laughed. “So desperate for my cock.”

All you could muster up was a pathetic “please.”

“Your wish is my command then,” he laughed. But you knew that wasn’t the truth. Fyodor served himself and himself only.

He pulled out his half-hard cock, and you heard him spit in his hand before stroking himself a few times. You tried to prepare yourself.

He thrusts into you with force, making you yelp at the sudden contact. Fyodor was quite long and thick, meaning it really burned, but you still loved it. The pleasure outweighed the pain. He allowed no adjustment period, pulling out almost completely before driving into you again, immediately bottoming out. A scream escaped from your throat, muffled by the covers your face was buried in. His hands gripped your hips so tightly his nails dug into your skin.

He began fucking into you with a very fast pace, using his grip on your hips to pull you towards him at the same time. Your moans were uncontrollable. He leaned over you, mouth right next to your ear.

“You like that, little mouse?”

You nodded fervently, hands gripping the sheets with force. Fyodor saw this and tsked. He removed one hand from your hips, yet he was still strong enough to rhythmically thrust and yank you so hard the clapping had to be heard a mile away. With his free hand his gathered both of your wrists and pulled them behind you, gripping tightly. The mixture of his precum and your pouring juices meant there was loud squelching noises with every thrust; a noise so filthy yet so hot. He fucked you so hard you could shockwaves of pleasure radiating throughout your body.

Fyodor eventually got bored of this position and threw you onto the bed. Hovering over you, he used his impressive strength to tear your shirt in two to gain access to your chest. He pulled your bra up towards your chin, not even bothering to take it off before his mouth was on your hard nipple, sucking at the hypersensitive area with all his strength. You released a high-pitched moan, your back arching in reaction. You honestly could come from nipple stimulation alone. Fyodor knew this. But before he granted you the privilege of an orgasm, he relocated your mouth to the meat of your breast, biting hard.

“I’m going to mark you as mine,” he announced. You wanted to be his so, so badly.

He was rough with it, teeth biting as he sucked forcefully on the delicate skin, but you didn’t mind. You would do anything and everything for him to claim you as his.

He paused to reposition, throwing your legs over his shoulders before resuming fucking into you. The burn was still there as he stretched you out. He lowered himself to continue mouthing all over your chest and neck, essentially folding you in half. The position was not ideal, knees almost touching your shoulders, but it did not matter.

All you could do was grunt and cry out as Fyodor had his way with you, using your body as he liked. You loved it. Loved the roughness, the unpredictability. You could tell he was getting close as he drove into you even harder, and you imagined the bruises you would probably have tomorrow.

“Now I will breed you.” His words were calm, despite how hard he was fucking into you. You nodded wordlessly, unable to catch your breath.

Fyodor stilled and pulled your pelvis impossibly closer to his, forcing every drop of his cum inside you, his cock brushing against your cervix. You attempted to voice your pleasure, but you were so overwhelmed all that came out was incoherent screams.

He pulled out, and the emptiness you felt was almost unbearable. You whined and cried. Then, he stuck his fingers inside you to gather his cum and probed your lips as instruction to open wide. You did as you were told, and he shoved his fingers inside so you could swallow the cum that he had fucked into you.

“Beautiful,” Fyodor mumbled. His fingers swiped over your lips, coating them with what was left of the substance. “So, so precious.”

He was finished, standing up next to the bed. He leaned over the bed to brush the hair out of your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before pulling up the covers over you.

“Did I do well?” you asked, voice meek. He smirked.

“Very well, darling.” He began walking towards the door.

“Am I yours?”

You are mine.”

He shut off the light and closed the door, leaving you alone in the bed. You could feel his cum dripping down your thighs and pooling underneath you.

You didn’t know if Fyodor meant it, or if he just said it because he knew it was what you wanted to hear. But you wanted to believe it, so you chose to. For your own sanity, you convinced yourself that you were his.

#fyodor x reader #fydor dostoevsky #fyodor smut #bungou stray dogs fyodor #bungo stray dogs smut #sealed with a kiss ♡#flora’s fics

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Continuation of last week’s post. This week I’ll talk mcd. Art at the end.

Garroth and Zane’s relationship is complicated. For a few years as kids they were very close, but as Garroth got older Garte decided he needed to focus more on his duties and began separating him from Zane and Zianna. Garroth, though unhappy, went along with it. This of course upset Zane, and there were several years with the brothers barely speaking to each other.

I’ll get into it more with a dedicated post, but when Garroth turned twelve there was an event that seriously shook his faith in O’Khasis, his father, and his role in everything. Big existential crisis time. Zane was too young to quite understand what was happening, but despite the rift between them, still went to comfort Garroth. Sibling relationship reformed! Though they still have to hide it.

Garroth wasn’t initially planning to escape O’Khasis. Despite how much he hated it he still thought the best plan was become king like intended and try his best to improve things any way he could. It was only once he met Nicole that he began contemplating the idea of running away.

After a few more years Garroth decided to leave O’Khasis. Due to some events with Nicole, he knew he wouldn’t have much time before O’Khasis cracked down and increased security on him, so his plans we’re definitely rushed, including him just waking Zane up in the middle of night and dragging him along still half asleep.

Once Zane was awake enough to understand what Garroth was doing he, of course, freaked out. This wasn’t the plan, they were supposed to fix O’Khasis, not abandon it. It may not have been perfect, but it was the only home Zane had ever known. The idea of seeing the rest of the world was just, too much.

It didn’t help that Garroth was too focused on rushing to get out to actually stop and explain things better, instead getting frustrated by Zane’s protests. Knowing their fighting will draw attention he finally gave Zane an ultimatum.

“You can come with me, or you can stay here, but my decision is made. What are you going to do?”

Zane didn’t answer. It was too much.

Garroth, taking that as a no, turned to go. Something snapped in Zane. Garroth was going to abandon him again! All the times he had been there to comfort him, and Garroth was willing to leave him behind like he was nothing.

Zane grabbed him, and a fight broke out between them. Not that it lasted long, as Garroth is significantly stronger than him. In a fit of rage, he threw Zane off of him harder than intended. Zane crashed into one the oil lamp stands lighting the hallways, and I think we all know what happened next.

If the sound of their fight didn’t alert any guards Zane’s scream certainly did. Garroth of course was distraught and tried to help Zane, but hearing the guards coming, made the choice to leave Zane there. Zane watched his brother disappear down the hallway.

Garroth’s escape was the first time Garte had felt out of control since becoming king. He had done everything to prepare Garroth, to keep him away from any distractions, to mold him into the perfect heir. That ungrateful traitor had gone and ruined it all. Worse yet, he had no idea where Garroth could be.

But Zane might. He had hardly interacted with his second son, spending most of his time preparing Garroth for his responsibilities. But now? All of a sudden Garte had a use for him.

In the infirmary, Zane receives a message to go to Garte’s study, alone.

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justagalwhowrites · 11 months

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Beskar Doll - Ch. 13: Kann

Faced with an ultimatum, you consider your options. But someone from your past changes things for you and the Mandalorian. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-12 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: DV, attempted SA, graphic depictions of violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only

Length: 2.3k

It was not a restful night for you. Your mind was racing, thinking of ways you could run, just slip away. Maybe stow away on a transport leaving early the next day, regardless of where it was heading. Anything to not be caught up with the Mandalorian again.

His leaving you on Dantooine had broken something in you, cracked you so deep you knew you couldn’t live through it again. It wasn’t his fault. You knew that, you felt that deeply, but he wasn’t safe. Anyone who had that much sway over you couldn’t be safe.

Years of isolation had taken its toll on your psyche. You knew that, too. It’s why you’d latched on to the armored man so hard in the first place. It was worse now. You’d seen almost no one except your husband, Kann, for three years and you’d avoided him as much as you could. You’d regularly gone days without saying a word or seeing another person.

Both of you had made an effort, early on, to at least be friends. He’d been kinder then. But you weren’t built to do what he expected of a wife and his frustration with you grew more and more obvious. When you slept with him, you thought about being held against an armored body while being flooded with pleasure and the feeling that you mattered for a reason beyond your skillset or role.

You’d only been with Kann a few months the first time you walked to the woods. You’d left a note, at least: Went for a walk, back later. You’d intended to come back later and technically you did, it was just a few days later. It’s not like you’d brought supplies with you, just some water to get you through the day and your knife. But being alone, surrounded by the overwhelming feeling of the wild was so freeing, you couldn’t bring yourself to turn back. You climbed trees until you were so high the fall would surely kill you and turned your face to the stars. You took a gamble on what plants would be safe to eat after watching piket feeding and just hoped what didn’t kill them wouldn’t kill you, either. After two days of rain that didn’t show any sign of easing, you hiked home.

Kann had been furious. He threw you into a wall, pinning you there with his arm against your neck, screaming.

You’d still been strong, then. You stared him down, a rage building inside you that was unlike anything you’d felt before. It was hard to tell if you’d ever felt anger like this on your own behalf, the intensity usually reserved for someone else being harmed. You grabbed your knife and flipped it open, pressing the tip of it against his stomach, hard enough to hurt but not so hard that it would break the skin.

“Touch me again,” you said, your voice eerily calm. “And I will kill you.”

He stepped back from you then, a glimmer of doubt in his eyes.

“You don’t know anything about me,” you said, closing the distance between you with the knife still out. “You don't know who I am, why I'm here or what I've done. But trust this. I know how to kill you in dozens of ways. I’ve done it before and I will do it again if you force me. Do not force me.”

He left, taking the speeder. He didn’t come back for two days. When he did, he apologized for his reaction, swore it wouldn’t happen again. Asked to start over. You agreed. What choice did you really have?

It was OK for a while. You tried to do the things he asked of you, mostly work managing the infrastructure of the farm you lived on. But while you were a good liar, he was just as good. You hadn’t realized just how much he hated you, simmering just below the surface.

It had started slowly. Crops weren’t doing as well this season, he said. Food wasn’t as plentiful. Without much to eat, you cut back on training, saving your strength for things that were more important. You got smaller and weaker.

There weren’t many credits to be had and Kann started keeping them in a safe. He kept the speeder away from you, too. You weren’t very good at driving it and you couldn’t afford to fix it right now if something happened.

It all had made sense. Things were difficult but you’d lived through far harder times. Life was calm and quiet, you could still walk and climb when you had the time, there was a sense of tolerance between you and Kann. You hadn’t even realized how dependent you’d become on him, how little you’d be able to do if you needed to fight or flee. He’d lulled you into a false sense of security.

It stayed like that until Aidla and Tam died. You hadn’t actually seen them in more than a year but you wrote regular letters back and forth - hand written, so you were free to say anything you wanted without risk of a transmitted message being intercepted by anyone looking for you. Aidla had become your only friend, feeling like the older sister you’d never had. And then she was gone.

Kann didn’t wait long after that. He slapped you, the first time. You’d pushed back on one of his requests - you didn’t even remember what now - and instead of quietly accepting it, he slapped you. You punched him, hard, in the face in response, splitting his lip open before you ran to the woods. You scaled the first really tall tree you could find and watched from above as he looked for you. He never thought to look up.

There were cycles to it, things building and building for months until the night you fled. He’d tried to hold you down, pull off your clothes. But even after months he underestimated you. You got your teeth around his ear and ripped, your mouth filling with blood and you had to spit the piece of him you’d torn away onto the ground. He pulled back from you, far enough that you could get your hands up, pressing your thumb into his eye until it popped out and you ripped it free as he screamed. He rolled off of you and you ran, grabbing your ring and twisting it open, pressing the sedative into his neck. You got your blaster, the credits, your data pad, your knife and considered killing him before you left. You pointed the blaster at him, aiming it at his head. But he was the only person you’d seen in months, the only person left in the universe who knew you existed as you did now. He’d shared your bed, made you laugh a few times. You thought he’d been good, once. Sometime before. You took the speeder and drove recklessly to the nearest city, selling it to get enough credits to make it off world.

The last time you’d felt truly safe with another person had been with Din. You knew, with quiet certainty, that he wouldn’t hurt you. Hands that destroyed anyone else touched you with a passion and tenderness that you could barely understand. He’d been your friend, even if it was just for a short time. The only real friend, from a connection forged through circumstance and not blood or duty, that you’d had in nearly a decade. But he’d just left you, said you’d never happened. It had been so easy for him.

Being near him again was dangerous.

But he’d tied your hands. You didn’t want Kann dead. Well, not entirely true. If he dropped dead of natural causes, if a speeder crashed into him, if a bar fight went wrong you’d be relieved. You certainly would’t miss him. But you didn’t want his death on your conscious and Din hunting him - and you knew he could - would be on you.

You packed what little you had - just three changes of clothes that you’d managed to scrounge together after getting off Dantooine, the data pad, the handful of credits you’d managed to save, the knife - and left the small room that had been home for the past month. On the way to the spaceport, you stopped by the cafe, leaving a chunk of the credits you had for Shura. She’d been kind to you, slipped you free food on days you couldn’t afford to eat. It wouldn’t get her far but she deserved something good.

You used most of the rest of the credits you had to grab rations at a market near the port. You wanted to owe the Mandalorian as little as possible and you weren’t about to start this trip as ill-prepared as you were for the last one.

He was at the market, too. Easy to spot even though you weren’t looking for him, his new armor shining in the sun. He was holding the kid this time, his eyes wide as he took in the sights and sounds. You smiled a little to yourself. The warrior and his failed quarry. An unlikely pair but they somehow fit. The Mandalorian noticed you then, you could still feel when his eyes fell on you. You raised a hand in greeting and took a deep breath, about to join them when the knife slid into your back, making you gasp.

“You thought you could take my eye and I’d just let you live?” Kann’s voice was in your ear as you collapsed to the ground, eyes still on shining armor as you fell.

***

Din almost dropped the kid when he saw you drop, your body crumpling as you went limp, a man’s face pressed to your ear. Everything happened slowly then. He couldn’t seem to move fast enough, crashing through the press of people, the child pressed against his side as the man came down on top of you. You tried to shove him off but he was bigger and stronger than you and he punched you across the face. Din crouched low as he broke through the people who were suddenly parting to avoid the attack on the street. He set the kid down and tackled the man in the same motion, knocking him off your body and splaying him onto the street. His one remaining eye opened wide in shock, a panicked look on his face. It had to be your husband, a man he already desperately wanted to destroy. He scrambled for a blaster but the Mandalorian knocked it aside easily.

Time moved differently again. He could hear the blood in his ears, so loud it was like the man pleading for his life below him wasn’t making a sound. Heat filled him, rage so acute it overwhelmed him. Normally, he’d cuff someone like this, hand him to the local authorities or see if there were any open bounties on him. If he got too wild, he might shoot him, end it quickly. Not this time.

Din brought his fist down on the man’s face with all the force he had inside him, every ounce of rage, the pain of being without you, the ache of knowing he’d left you somewhere that you’d been hurt. He rained it on him, blow after blow after blow, blood pouring from the man’s face.

“Din!” You were screaming for him, a blaster bolt going past his head and striking another man coming for him. He looked over his shoulder to you, your body in an unnatural position on the ground, but you held the child to your chest with one hand and clutched the blaster he’d knocked away from your husband with the other. Your eyes were still wide, looking past him. He looked up, two more men - not in uniform so not security or police - running for him. He pulled out a blaster and shot them both before punching the man below him again. The blood had stopped pouring from him. Instead, it was just a trickle, his face unrecognizable. There was no more heartbeat left to pump the blood from his body, his chest no longer rose and fell.

Din looked down at himself, breathless for a moment. His armor was covered in blood, his hand looking like he’d stuck it inside the dead man he was so slick with it. He got up, panting for breath, staring at the dead man below him for a moment, before turning back to you.

The crowd that had formed was silent as he scanned it for more trouble as he went for you. Your upper body went limp as you gasped for breath, the child reaching one hand to your face, his ears drooping, the blaster only loosely held in your fingers.

He crouched beside you, your eyes closed. Your face was already swelling where you’d been hit. He gently cupped your uninjured cheek and you pressed your face into his palm in the way you’d always done, wincing as you did, like it was an instinct you couldn’t stop.

“I’ve got you, Cyare,” he said softly. He tucked the kid into the bag at his hip and delicately lifted you into his arms, your body almost a dead weight against him. Your head rested in the blood at his chest, your breaths shaky. “You’ll be OK, I’ve got you.”

“Din,” you said quietly, body trembling. “Din, I can’t feel my legs, something’s wrong I can’t feel…”

You passed out and he held you tighter, leaving bodies and a silent crowd in his wake.

#fanfic #mandalorian fanfic #enemies to friends to lovers #din djarin #slow burn #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x f!reader #the mandalorian x female reader #the mandalorian x reader

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gingiesworld · 9 months

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Hey could you do one a little angsty with fluff one with Lizzie, i Saw a tiktok video now when he said "my heart calls your name" it's from Queen Charlotte.

Yn having a very difficult childhood and trying to live on their own at very young age, they audicionate for some movies and tv shows and they were starting to be a little famous, so for that they got casted in a marvel movie, they get very well with their costars, being really good friends with all of them.

Yn started to like Lizzie more than a friend but they know when the finish to shoot 'endgame' it will not gonna be the same for them so they decide to say nothing. They talked a lot about it with Scarlett. Yn decided to have some distance with Lizzie and at first It was okay because everyone were together but she noticed and tried to talk to them. It was like that until the endgame premiere. In the morning everyone were at the hotel, she was tired and went to yn's room and tried for last time. Yn said like nothing happened and Lizzie confronted them for their attitude, giving them an ultimatum, they didn't open their mouth so Lizzie took that as a clue and go out of their room, when yn saw that, they said like a little speech, saying their feelings( and then 'my heart calls your name') and Lizzie turn around and kissed yn.

Yeez sorry for writing too much, i know if you want to do it, you will do an amazing job or if you want to use something i wrote and improve it, it will be ok. Thank you buddy xxx

Pining

Elizabeth Olsen x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Long pining. A little angst.

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N hadn't had the best childhood, filing for emancipation when they were just a teenager to get away from their obsessive parents. They cut them off from everything, having their manager handle their assets and bills since they were still a minor. So it wasn't a shock when they had gotten a role in the Avengers.

They had became great friends with Scarlett as they played the illigitimate child of Tony Stark. So as soon as they became friends with Lizzie, it wasn't unusual for them to fall for her. Well who wouldn't, but she was already in a relationship.

Y/N tried not to fall harder for the green eyed angel, but they were doomed. Everytime she spoke, they were always listening even if it was something completely stupid. Their eyes sparkled everytime she laughed. They were always smiling whenever she was around.

Even as the started to film CW, they had decided it was best to distance themselves from her. Always confiding in Scarlett about her.

"I just hate this feeling Scar." They told her sadly as they sat in her trailer. "I just everytime I see her, I want to kiss her and I can't because she isn't mine and she never will be."

"Y/N, I'm sure this will pass." She tried to reassure them.

"This isn't just some crush Scar." They told her. "I have had my fair share of meaningless crushes and this isn't the same." They stood up, straightening out the creases of their clothes. "I'm uh I'm gonna go." They told her softly as Scarlett sighed as she watched them leave.

As the time went on, Y/N had always rejected cast outings and get togethers. Not wanting to really be in the same room as Lizzie. Even when they heard about her split with Boyd, they fought every instinct to run and comfort her, so they left her be.

Even when Endgame came around, the end of their contract was also approaching. On some level they felt relieved but on another, they were saddened by the thought of not even being around her.

Their scenes were only few, so they never really crossed paths with Lizzie. Although she was saddened by their sudden absence in her life since CW. She wanted an explanation. She deserved an explanation.

"You're their best friend Scar." She pleaded with Scarlett who sighed.

"Listen Lizzie, I'm not getting in the middle of the two of you." She told her. "You just need to reach out to them." Lizzie left it at that, even with the re-shoots, she never crossed paths with them so she only had the option she had was to wait for the premiere.

So she dressed in her green dress, ready to walk down the carpet. Her eyes instantly found Y/N, even as she participated in her interviews and photos. She hoped to catch them before the movie, only to be dragged away by some of the other cast. She watched as Y/N left the theatre earlier, so she decided to follow them. She soon followed them into an empty hallway before she called their name, watching as they slowed down and their shoulders tense up.

"What is wrong with you?" Lizzie questioned, she was extremely hurt by their sudden absence and needed answers. "We used to be friends and then all of a sudden, you disappear. Not a single word on why you disappeared, just poof."

"Lizzie." They tried as she shook her head.

"Do you know that I tried and tried to think of were I went wrong. Wondering all of the time what I did to push you away." She told them, her voice shaking with pain and anger. "What did I do?" She whispered as Y/N looked at her with guilt and regret in her eyes.

"You didn't do anything." They told her as Lizzie just looked confused. "It was me and my own conflicting feelings."

"What?" Lizzie whispered as they shook their head.

"It doesn't matter." They told her before they turned away.

"It does matter! Please don't walk away. Tell me." She followed them, not anticipating the closeness between the two as they turned back to face her.

"I love you Lizzie. I am in love with you." They exclaimed as she remained frozen. "I thought I would get over it but I couldn't. I didn't because you have somehow etched your name on my heart. My heart beats for you Elizabeth. It." They sighed as they looked in her eyes. "It hurts when we are so close and it hurts when we are so far apart. I just. Forget it." With that they started to walk away, only to be stopped by Lizzie, cupping their face as she looked in their eyes. Leaning in and capturing their lips in a soft and meaningful kiss.

"I am in love with you too." She whispered as she gazed in their eyes. "For so long I have been in love with you." They kissed her softly once more before the two decided to sneak out of the theatre, ending their night as they walked hand in hand under the moonlight.

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coraniaid · 2 months

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It is very sad when Buffy patiently tries to explain to Joyce that she's a Slayer and exactly what that means and why she alone has to go and save the world right now, only for her uncaring and abusive mother to refuse to listen and instead demand Buffy leaves the house forever (an instruction which the fifteen year old Slayer is powerless to overrule and which she takes so seriously she doesn't even think about going back later to pack her bags and leave her mother a note).

Or at least it would be if, you know, literally any of that were true.

What Joyce does say to Buffy in Becoming is bad enough that I don't know why you all insist on pretending she says something different. She doesn’t try to kick her out of the house. She threatens her daughter with an ultimatum in a doomed attempt to try to stop her leaving. She does this after Buffy refuses to explain anything about Angel or Acathla, and then physically pushes her away when Joyce tries to stop her leaving the house. Joyce is trying to make Buffy stay. It doesn't work – and while Joyce doesn’t know it (because she never does get told exactly why Buffy has to leave right now) it could never have worked – and even if it worked it would be a horrible thing to do to anyone, but it's obvious in context that Buffy leaving is not the outcome Joyce wants!

Honestly, with the best will in the world, how can you not work that out if you watch the episode? Have you watched the episode? And if Buffy only leaves town because Joyce "kicks her out" – if she wasn’t going to leave after being forced to kill Angel no matter what Joyce had said to her – then why does Buffy come back to leave her mother a note and yet not say anything to her Watcher or any of her friends? Do you think Buffy would agree with you that Giles is entirely blameless here and Joyce is ridiculous for suggesting otherwise? Are you sure? If Giles is the Good Dad to Joyce's Bad Mother, isn't it a bit strange Buffy doesn't even think about going to stay at his house? Or even telling him where she's going?

I mean, I'm sorry to keep going on about this and I'm sure it's not fun for anyone else to read, but it is just so fucking tiring that people who will variously

forgive or handwave away all the fucked up things Faith and Angel and Spike canonically and gleefully do to Buffy (or pretend that they only happen because the mean writers hate these characters and shouldn't be regarded as canon)

insist on a strictly metaphorical reading of the text where all Buffy's arguments with and betrayals by her Watcher or her friends must only be understood as divisions in Buffy's own mind (which is a valid reading! but it's not the only possible reading, and people are weirdly selective about who gets covered by this)

understand that because the show is at pains to tell us Buffy likes and trusts her friends we should not try to find evidence that they are "really" bad people or that she is somehow weak or stupid for thinking that they are and should find better friends (which is true! this is the correct position! the narrative tells us Buffy likes her friends and they like her and the show is lessened if you don't accept this!)

will, somehow, despite all this, when it comes to the show's only middle-aged woman of any prominence, just insist on reading the text in the most reductive and unfair way, exaggerating her faults or even outright making things up to get at mad at her for. None of the above applies to Joyce, for … some reason. She's just a badly written character and a bad mom.

Joyce wants Buffy to have a normal life and go to college? Well, that can't possibly reflect anything Buffy herself wants (Buffy’s certainly never said anything like that! “Cheerleading tryouts”, “Homecoming Queen”, “Northwestern” … why, these are just strange sounds and not words at all!): no, it must be because Joyce is a bad mother. The show always tells us that Buffy and Joyce love each other but sometimes it doesn't show Joyce treating Buffy fairly or with kindness? Well, then Buffy must be some kind of idiot for talking about her mother in the positive way she almost always does. How dare she be sad her mother died and remember her fondly. Joyce isn't written to be perfect? Well, that must be because she is badly written: as we all know, flaws and contradictions and weaknesses are only a sign of good writing if they're about a teenager or an adult man. Sometimes Joyce does and says terrible things that would be hard to forgive in a real person? Well, that's just who Joyce is and there's no denying it.

If you listen to people on this site, then you'll learn It's bad when Joyce doesn't immediately believe Buffy is the Slayer. What a terrible mother. But, equally, it's also bad when she tries to bond with her about being the Slayer and be involved in that part of her life. What a terrible mother. It's bad when she thinks Buffy might have a future beyond violence and killing things and encourages her to pursue it. What a terrible mother. It's bad when she's comfortable with her daughter being violent and killing things. What a terrible mother. What a terrible mother.

And I just wonder:

Don't you all ever get tired of this constant double-standard? Don't you ever get even a little bit embarrassed about hating a fictional woman even more than Joss Whedon managed to do?

(And even if you don’t, can’t you please just shut up about it for even five minutes?)

#btvs #joyce summers

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Chris Evans and his girlfriend were dating for a year but he broke up with her for someone younger for pr reason and regretted it. After a few months later, he saw reader in the oscars and he wants her back! request

Come Back

You really thought that your relationship with Chris was going to be the one that would last; the two of you seemed to be the perfect couple, both completely infatuated with the other. Shortly after you had celebrated your one-year anniversary, you came home to the house you and Chris had bought together to find Chris sitting at the kitchen counter, head in his hands, clearly stressed about something.

‘What do you mean we need to break up?’ you asked, confused.

‘It’s just a PR thing, Stella said that if it looks like I’m dating Jenny, it’ll cause more hype for the film,’ he tried to explain, even as he was talking he knew he was sounding like a complete ass.

‘Since when has that ever meant anything to you?’ you asked, hating the fact that you could hear your voice beginning to break.

‘Baby, it’s just for a couple of weeks, a couple of months at the most.’

‘No. I can’t go around and just watch you pretend to date this other younger girl just as a publicity stunt. If you go through with this, you better be all in because I’m not going to be there when it falls apart.’ You hated giving him an ultimatum but you also knew that you didn’t want to be involved in a publicity stunt like this.

‘I have to do this, (Y/N),’ he replied quietly and you felt tears fall from your cheeks as you realised that this was the end of the best relationship of your life.

It had now been around six months since you had broken up with Chris and even though most of the time it still felt as if your heart had been ripped from your chest, you were getting better at hiding your heartbreak when you went out in public. That’s why you ended up agreeing to go to the Oscars with your best friend as her plus one.

You were dressed in a long black dress, one you knew that every time you wore it you looked insanely good and you had your hair falling over one shoulder in soft waves. You stepped onto the red carpet with your friend and for the first time in months, you weren’t afraid of bumping into Chris.

Of course, that would mean that this is the night that you did bump into him.

It was the sound of his laugh that caught your attention; it was a laugh that was so pure and full of joy, you could never mistake it for anyone else’s. You felt your shoulders tighten and you slowly turned around to confirm your suspicions and there he stood, looking as good as the last time you saw him. He was standing in front of the cameras with his arm wrapped around Jenny’s waist and, almost as if sensing that you were standing nearby, you watched as his head turned and you knew the second his eyes caught you because his whole body froze and his face fell slightly. You offered him a small smile and turned back around, trying to blend into the crowd.

You didn’t see Chris quickly excuse himself from his place next to Jenny and make his way through the crowd, trying to find you. Though you did feel his hand when it gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you to a stop.

‘(Y/N),’ he breathed, relief clear in his voice. ‘I’ve been trying to contact you for months!’

‘Why?’ you asked bluntly, not even attempting to looking into his eyes because you knew that the moment you did, it would be game over and he’d see how you still weren’t over him.

‘What do you mean why? Of course, you know why!’ he exclaimed. ‘(Y/N), I made the biggest mistake when I agreed to go along with Stella’s idea for me to break up with you and start “dating” Jenny. I’ve been miserable since the day you left.’

‘You looked pretty happy to me just then.’

‘(Y/N), stop, I want us to start things back up again, we can go as slow as you want, take it right back to the start of the relationship even if that’s what you want! I just can’t bear the thought of not being around you anymore, I miss everything about you, come back to me, please.’

You let yourself look up into his eyes for the first time that night and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the desperation in his eyes and it was clear to you that he meant every single word that he was saying.

‘Look, Chris, if you break up with Jenny, it’s just going to give you a load of bad press for your film - ’

‘You really think I care about that?! You know be better than that. The film could be rated the worst film in the history of films and I’d still be the happiest man alive because I’ll have you by my side. I don’t care if my entire career goes down the drain as long as I have you.’

‘I’d never want you to ruin your career because of me,’ you protested.

‘You wouldn’t be! I think we’ve done enough press now that I can “break up” with Jenny and announce to the public that we’re dating again, I’ll even let you say that I was the asshole in the break up.’ It was the small smile you heard in his voice was what thawed the final bit of ice that was stopping you from falling back into him completely.

‘Well, you were the asshole in the break up,’ you said, smiling gently at him as you let his fingers weave between yours.

The two of you were so wrapped up in your reunion, you hadn’t noticed all of the cameras turned and flashing your way, in fact you hadn’t noticed them until you saw the headlines the next morning. There was a photo of the two of you holding hands and looking at each other as if you were the only people in the room, the headline read: Hollywood’s Favourite Couple, Chris Evans and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) reuniting after 6 Month Hiatus.

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I've always loved the scene on Telos where Kreia picks up on Atton's nervousness and breaks into his head, because so much crazy bastardry goes down in KotOR II while your protagonist's out of the room, and it's the first (...or second, in Kreia's case) major hint that both of your OG companions are not what they seem. It's punchy, it's brutal, and it sets the stage for some incredible reveals down the line. But also... for as skilled a manipulator as that scene makes her out to be, Kreia's threat to Atton doesn't really make sense?

I mean, imagine you're Atton. You've tagged along with this crazy half-Jedi for a while now, escaped a dead facility and a Sith zombie, blown up a planet, got taken into custody, lost your ship. You wanted to split first chance you got, because your life expectancy in their company's looking kind of shit and the less time you spend near Jedi the better, but you're also kinda inspired by them despite yourself, they need someone to watch their back, and there's a niggling feeling that this is the reason that's eluded you all these years - maybe this is why she thought you were worth something. Then this nasty old schutta tears open your mental defenses like plastic packaging and says “You stick with my student or I'm telling on you.” WDYD?

Atton obviously cares what the Exile thinks, yes. And he's very afraid of their reaction to his past. But if he's going to flee, then it wouldn't matter anymore if they hate him, because at that point he's made the decision to never see them again. Now, the threat Kreia makes to him later on, about dredging up the parts of him he tried to bury – that is a threat with sticking power, one that he can't worm his way around. But the first ultimatum is a cage with very wide bars, and they're ones he could slip through if he really wanted to. Maybe he's afraid the Exile will hunt him down, but it's like Kreia says; if the Exile is a Jedi, they won't kill him for his crimes. And if they're not, they won't care that he was Sith.

If the prospect of the Exile hating him is painful enough to keep him from running on its own, then he's already too far gone to run. So no. At this point, Atton's already decided to stick with the Exile. He just maybe hasn't figured that out yet.

So if it's not an effective threat, why does Kreia make it at all? Well... perhaps it's for the same reason Kreia calls him a fool and a murderer at every opportunity and repeatedly warns the Exile about his intentions. She wants Atton to doubt himself. She wants him to feel trapped so that he resents and fears the Exile; she wants him to struggle with his feelings of inadequacy so that he doesn't approach the Exile on honest footing and takes his frustrations out on everyone around him. She wants him to lie about his past so the Exile will distrust him.

Kreia is strongly against the Exile forming human relationships with their crew and pushes against every companion that has or seeks a close connection with the Exile – she plays up the split loyalties of Visas and the Handmaiden, she dehumanizes Bao-Dur, she derides Mical and insists he doesn't see you as a real person, she rails against every single romantic relationship the Exile might seek. Atton is Kreia's first competitor for influence on the Exile and he's either an extremely loyal friend or hopelessly smitten. She doesn't want Atton to mold you, she wants you to seek her counsel, so she does everything in her power to undermine Atton so that he ruins his own chances. And it's not totally successful (as long as you don't go low influence...), because Atton still admires the Exile more than he resents his situation, and he does come clean... but it doesn't fail either, because he won't admit his feelings until he's on his deathbed.

(And if you do go low Influence, it works completely – Atton is so trapped and isolated that he turns to Kreia as a confidante, as the only one who understands him in all his ugliness, and becomes her loathing disciple like Sion before him.)

In short, Kreia's such a good manipulator that she can coerce people into behaving how she wants them to by pretending to coerce them into doing something else.

#atton rand #kreia #kotor ii #kotor 2

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Cardigans in August Pt.5

(Bruce Yamada x Reader x Vance Hopper)

Summary: During the summer after a fight, (Y/n) cheats on Bruce with Vance. When school starts again Vance thinks he finally has (Y/n) until she tries to win Bruce back.

Warnings: Angst, Love triangle, Swearing, (Y/n) isn’t a very good person, Fights

Word Count: 3.2k

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7

“Chase two boys, lose the one”

“Slept next to him, but I dreamt of you all summer long”

“'Cause you weren't mine to lose”

You sat in your homeroom Monday morning twiddling with your fingers anxiously as you kept your eyes locked on the door. You watched as every person you weren’t waiting for walked in. You bit your lip ruefully as the bell rang and still no sign of Bruce, your now freshly ex-boyfriend. God, you hated the sound of that and how the sound of it filled you with such penitence.

Your homeroom teacher got up from her desk with her attendance clipboard to the front of the room. She began saying names aloud and receiving ‘here’s. You almost missed your name being called as your focus was so occupied on the door. The teacher went in alphabetical order with last names so Bruce was always called last. She finally reached the end of the list. “Sam Wagner is absent and Bruce Yamada switched homerooms.” She said to herself, crossing his name off the list.

Your shoulders physically sulked and your features drooped. You told yourself not to make assumptions over why Bruce switched homerooms but a sinking feeling in your stomach told you it was because of you. Later that day, sometime during the second passing period, you almost felt like you couldn’t breathe when you saw Bruce in the hallway. Your mind began racing with ideas of what to do or say.

You ran out of time as he was nearing you and just before he was about to pass you, you nervously smiled at him and gave him a little wave.

Bruce internally snarled at you, wondering how you had the audacity to smile at him after what you did. Unfortunately, as you were his greatest weakness, his kryptonite, he couldn't bring himself to give you a nasty response. He couldn't even feel hatred for more than a moment. And he hated that he couldn’t hate you. He hated that under all his pain and resentment, he still loved you and missed you.

Even when it took everything in him just to get up that morning after nights of cursing your name, he still secretly wished he never left that summer or wished that you would come back to him like nothing even happened. Because now he’d never know what you never said to him.

He stared at you. As much as he wanted to flip you off, there was a soft spot still lingering in his heart for you. And where giving you the bird may have been a tempting offer, he couldn't bring himself to snub the one he loved. So he just gave you a blank look as he passed you.

Therefore he resolved to pretending like you never existed, gaslighting himself into thinking he was fine. Although... if he said he felt no spite whatsoever, he would be lying. Of course he wanted to feel vindicated, to have you miss him terribly and beg him for things to return to normal. However, he knew this was a pipe dream, one that would never happen.

It was exactly as you feared, you had created an ultimatum with him, a complete betrayal. Bruce continuously gave you the same attitude for the rest of the week. It was even worse than you had feared. His love was slipping through your fingers like sand and you were helpless to grasp it. You were stricken with a case of only knowing what you had after it's gone. You began to panic, praying that you weren’t too late.

Vance entered the cafeteria looking like a man on a mission, his eyes scanning the crowded and loud room in search of you. After moving his head around to look everywhere he could from where he stood he finally caught sight of you at the outdoor lunch tables through the window. He desperately needed to talk to you so he sucked in a breath and began walking in pursuit of the door that led to outside.

He was so focused on getting to you rather than watching where he was going that he rammed right into the person who walked across his path. Both Vance and the person groaned as they stumbled on their feet from the impact. Bruce rubbed his shoulder he was sure would be bruised by tomorrow before he looked over to see the blind culprit who crashed into him.

Bruce and Vance made eye contact.

Both of their eyes shifted into glares as they both had an equally negative opinion of the other, despite how similar their pain from you was. Bruce was looking at the guy who stole his girlfriend from him all summer. Vance was looking at the guy who was the only thing keeping him and you apart.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, Hopper.” Bruce said lowly as he narrowed his eyes at him, wondering how he had the audacity to bump into him after what he did. Vance sneered at the other boy, almost bitterly humored that Bruce spoke to him like that. “‘The nerve’? Who the fuck do you think you are?” Bruce’s eyes widened in an offended way, not believing he just said that. “Who do you think you are? Throwing yourself at a girl who was already taken?”

That struck a temperamental, emotional chord with Vance. “I did not throw myself at her!” He said louder than his previous volume, taking a step toward him. “I have a hard time believing that.” Bruce scoffed. “I should have known from the start. I should have known when you would stand just a little too close to her. I should have known when you would always wait at her classroom door to walk with her while I wasn’t around.” Bruce said all of this while slowly walking closer.

In full honesty, he expected the unfaithful affair from Vance and not from you. You were the one in a relationship and Vance was just a juvenile delinquent. Maybe it was a mix from the heartache of missing you and the slight jealousy of Vance, but Bruce just wanted someone other than you to blame. And being face to face with your paramour, the jealousy shifted into anger directed towards him.

“So it’s not hard to believe that you pressured and manipulated her into-” Vance cut him off with a snappy tone. “I didn’t manipulate her to do shit, it was all her own free will.” His lips slightly upturned, sick pleasure running through his veins from getting to prove him wrong and that you liked him more than Bruce. “Does that bother you? That she was into it the entire time?”

Bruce clenched a fist as his side but then loosened it, he knew physically displaying his anger was exactly what Vance wanted. He wanted to see him crack, see him break, see Denver’s perfect golden boy crumble and crash and burn. He simply gripped his jaw and lifted his chin in a superior way. “No. I always knew you were jealous of me. Were you jealous of how happy we were together?” The whole weight of the situation became heavier on Bruce’s shoulders and his mind was hitting his own sensitive spots. “Is that why you took her from me?”

“Shut the fuck up!” Vance lashed out, causing more eyes to land on the pair in each others’ faces with steam practically coming out of their ears. “You weren’t qualified to be her boyfriend! You’re not even half the man I am. Plus you were both miserable anyway! I don’t get what she ever saw in you, I just really don’t get it. You’re stuck up and a prissy asshole. You fucking suck and (Y/n) knows you suck.”

Bruce pointed an accusing finger at Vance, finally slowly losing his sense of self control after the verbalization of your name coming from his dirty mouth. “Don’t you dare act like you know more about her than me!”

“How do you know I don’t? You don’t know what she’s like when we’re alone! She talks to me like I’m her diary, she trusts me and loves me! And I bet all you did was bitch about her the whole summer!” Vance barked, not even realizing that in the middle of that quick tangent he let his self doubt about your feelings for him slip with the denial of its nonexistence.

Bruce’s eyes widened, highly offended over what Vance accused him of. “I would never talk about her like that!” He practically screamed which was finally enough for a crowd to start forming around them as the two were too caught up in their heated argument to notice. “I’ve never said anything bad about her to anyone! Even after our breakup!”

Vance’s furious expression dropped from the statement, his eyes eyebrows vaguely raising in wonder and surprise. It didn’t really matter who did the breaking up with since either way a little miss (Y/n) was finally, after three and a half years, back on the market. “You’re broken up?” He asked softly, a small smile teasing the corner of his lips

It wasn’t what Vance said that finally pushed Bruce over the edge, it was how he said it. A tone of victory partnered with a voice of hope. Oh god how it basically spat in his face. He clenched his teeth.

Bruce felt a loss of his senses and blacked out for a second, the only memory being a fuzz previous to regaining his awareness after Vance stumbled back a few feet while hovering a hand over his pinkening cheek. Bruce was huffing and puffing and rubbed his stinging knuckles as gasps and ‘ooooh's from the crowd were ending.

He had punched Vance right across the face.

Vance looked back up at Bruce like he was going to murder him right then and there. “Fuck him up, Bruce!” One of Bruce’s friends cheered from the sidelines as the audience grew in number from the sound of violence. Vance growled like a bulldog before attempting to pounce onto Bruce to rip him to shreds but a few people jumped in to restrain him as teachers rushed over, him still trying to reach for Bruce.

A repeated cheer of “fight!” filled the cafeteria before Bruce snapped, “You took everything from me!”, and tried to reach for Vance too with tight fists. The teachers reached it in time to rip the boys away from each other in opposite directions as they still yelled at each other and tried to break free from their binding restraints.

Desperation clawed at your throat as you tried to plan out your apology to Bruce. During lunches you’d scribble down different apologies in your notebook, writing paragraphs about much you missed him and how stupid you were and how Vance meant nothing to you compared to him. You ripped every page out and crumbled into a ball for the garbage. You sulked against the tree as you realized you wouldn’t know where to apologize to him. He ignores you in the halls, you no longer had homeroom together, the baseball team probably hates you as much as him, and he would never let you in his house. You froze. You got an idea.

Next weekend was a baseball game and usually after the game they have a big party, it was typically always at Bruce’s house since his parents adored having guests for parties. What if you just… showed up to the party? It’d be hard to throw you out without making a scene so he would have to listen to you… right? No. He probably wouldn’t have you or want you. Hell, he’d probably tell you to go fuck youself!

But you couldn’t help but fantasize of more positive outcomes. Like maybe he’d kiss you right there on the porch in front of all his stupid friends. Your fantasies motivated you into the bathroom to practice what you’d say. Facing the mirror, you breathed in and breathed out.

“Bruce, I am so so sorry. Words cannot describe how guilty I am-” You stopped and sighed, rubbing your hand over your eyes. “Wow, trying to make him feel bad. Way to go, (Y/n).” You said with bitter sarcasm. You looked back up to try again. “If you take me back, I swear I’ll never do it again.” You groaned at your own ignorance. “What kind of an apology was that, you dipshit?” You said to your reflection as if it was another person.

You closed your eyes for another breath before opening them to restart. “I know I made a mistake, and I know I was being an idiot. But I don’t love him, I love you. I was just thinking with my-” You flinched at your terrible words and looked down to see yourself motioning to your southern hemisphere. You threw your hands back up to rub your temples with wide eyes. “God I sound like the bitchiest skeeze!” You groaned to yourself and your horrible attempt at trying to make it sound like you understood your mistake.

You gripped and stared down at the drain as you tried to hold in tears. You were never going to get Bruce back. You couldn’t even figure out a good way to apologize! You were suffering the consequences of your idiotic actions and you had no idea how to claw your way back to the land of the living. Why were you having such a hard time with putting your feelings into words? Was it because now you had to talk about the deeper parts of your emotions rather than an “I love you” being enough? You felt your throat grow harder to breathe in as you choked out a pitiful sob followed by your building tears finally overflowing from your eyes.

You pressed a hand to your mouth as you continued to cough out cries and hot tears. You were so caught up in your own little pity party that you almost didn’t hear one of the bathroom stalls flush and unlock.

When Donna originally heard you come in and start practicing some apology in the mirror then yell at yourself, she lifted her legs off the ground and intended to wait until you left. But once she heard a small sniffle escalate to sobbing, she didn’t have it in her to just sit there hiding and not do anything. So she gathered up all her courage and went to approach the upperclassmen.

You hiccuped when you saw her come out of one of the stalls and you quickly wiped your wet cheeks with your fingers. “Sorry, I didn’t think anyone was in here.” Donna shrugged as she walked over to the sinks. “It’s alright. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” She said with a humorous tone which succeeded in making you chuckle. “It’s not going anywhere anyway.”

Donna looked to your downcasted face to your open notebook. “Are you practicing an apology?” She asked softly as she washed her hands. You lazily closed your notebook with a nod. “Yeah, for my boyfriend. I- Well, apparently the whole school’s heard the rumor by now.” “Yeah, I wasn’t gonna say anything…” You both exchanged faint giggles.

She grabbed a few paper towels to wipe her hands as she walked to the sink right next to you. “What is it you’re struggling with?” Seeing her older brother go through so many girlfriends, she felt as if she’s seen a man’s sensitive side enough to get a feel for what they emotionally crave.

“I just…” You gripped onto your notebook that only had a few run down pages left then dropped it in the trash can beside your sink. “I’m having trouble trying to find the perfect way to apologize.” Your spirit physically sulked as you let your hands fall back to the sides of the sink.

“Well,” she intertwined her fingers as she explained with her experience, “you need to make it clear you take responsibility and acknowledge why it hurt him. Emphasize and empathize, you know?” She said with a nodding shrug.

“The thing is, he wants to hear specific things that I’m still clueless about.” You added. “Just speak from your heart.” Donna insisted. “But what if the words don't come out?” You began to bite your lip. “I have to do it at his party and I don't do well with crowds…”

“It's the thought that counts.” Donna smiled as she threw her paper towels away. “He’ll appreciate the effort no matter what you say. I'm sure of it. So even if he doesn’t take you back, at least you’ll leave off on good terms.”

Everything she was saying made you feel more comfortable and confident in yourself. You realized you needed to just say what feels right in that moment; trust what your instincts and heart tell you when you're under Bruce’s gaze.

The bell rang right after you joyfully thanked Donna for the advice. She wished you luck and you left the bathroom in a rush for your class, your mood seemingly much better.

Vance caught sight of you and raced through the hall to meet you halfway. He stopped once close enough to meeting in the middle, thinking you were going to as well. “Hey, (Y/n), I really need to talk to-” You walked right past him in a hurry. “Can’t talk right now, Vance, I got to get to class.”

You couldn’t afford any distractions as you focused on planning how you’d talk to Bruce. In fact, you were so focused that you didn’t even notice the sad and desperate expression on Vance’s face when he approached you. The love and longing mixing with frustration and pain in his blue eyes that watched you go.

Between munching on snacks and socializing, Bruce still felt an isolating hole in himself. He still didn’t feel like himself even as he tried to act like nothing was wrong with him at his party. God, would you linger like a ghost haunting over his back forever? He just wanted to feel like himself again. But it was impossible since he was without his other half. He hated that he felt incomplete without you, it was just pathetic.

“Oh my god, we totally demolished those Hornets!” Bruce’s friend exclaimed with a laugh, referring to the baseball game they won earlier that day. Bruce snickered along. “Yeah, but it was cool of them I guess to let their freshman players get more chances to play.” His friend gulped down his drink quickly before wiping his mouth. “But it cost them!”

Bruce just half-heartedly laughed along. Before his friend could add anything, the doorbell rang alerting everyone that another party guest had arrived. “I’ll get it!” Someone who was already near the door said above all the scattered chattering in the populated living room. Bruce watched around his friend as the person opened the door then nervously looked over their shoulder. “Uh… Bruce!” The person called out loudly enough that caught the attention of most people around, pausing their conversations.

Bruce raised a brow and gave his friend his drink to hold as he walked to the side to see who was at the door. And there you were, pale-faced and stiff as a board, standing in his front porch light.

He almost had to hold back a smirk. He knew you'd miss him once the thrill Vance gave you expired.

He knew you'd come back to him.

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