#girl...thats a kettle...a kettle..

[frotting-corporations]

parents don't scream, sob, punch the table, rupture my eardrums challenge

[stevesgother]

emmmm!!!!!!!! i’m thinking “well you are cute, ah! i mean- you’re not cute, but you are? i’m just going to shut up now.” with steve & coworker!reader please and thank you love you mwuah mwuah

oh em gee this is so sweet ! i changed the dialogue of the prompt just a teeny bit but it's still the same idea hope thats okay <3 sfw, fluff, coworker!steve being flustered, fem!reader, two idiots crushing on each other

stumbling

"So," a greasy-haired ginger man leans against the checkout counter in front of you, "What kind of songs do girls like on mixtapes?"

You have to entertain this conversation for the sake of your job, but if someone were to ask, you'd rather be shot. "I dunno, depends on the girl, I guess," you tell him absentmindedly, collecting his change from the cash register. You swear this dude comes in here at least once every other day; it gives you a headache to fathom how much of his paycheck he's spending each week just to torture you with creepy pick-up maneuvers.

"Well, what kind of music do you like?" He lilts.

"Death metal. Is there any else I can help you with today?" You deadpan, hoping your lack of interest in anything that's coming out of his mouth will be enough to get him to leave the damn record store.

"Noted," the man winks, it makes your stomach churn, and you have to try your hardest to school your expression quickly, "I'll see you around then."

The smile you give him isn't in response to his terrible flirting or bad breath, but out of pure relief that he's finally left the building.

"God, that guy is insufferable," Steve laments from where he's reshelving this week's new release vinyls.

"Astute observation, asshole. Would it have killed you to throw me a lifeline?"

"Sorry, you know Cathy doesn't like me scaring off the customers with my charming disposition and devilish good looks," he shrugs, and you hurl a pencil cap eraser at his big block head.

"I just don't understand what I need to do for him to get the goddamn hint. I mean, this is ridiculous, right? Am I overreacting?"

"I mean, I don't know-- is it such an awful thing to be flirted with?" Steve asks, pushing the shelving cart to begin stocking closer to you.

"By that greaseball? Yes."

"Well, you know, you're cute so--" his eyes widen as he realizes the admission he's just made, "I mean-- ah-- i mean, not like that--" Steve stutters, practically tripping over himself. You narrow your eyes at him, gesturing for him to continue making a fool of himself.

"Not that you're not cute, I just mean. What I meant was." He leans against the CD shelf adjacent to him in an attempt to play it cool. Or maybe because suddenly his collar was too tight, and his armpits were sweating and had you turned the heat up when you went on lunch earlier?

"Geez, Harrington, tell me how you really feel," you try to joke though secretly your stomach sinks a little each time he recovers from saying he thinks that you're cute. Steve Harrington, the boy you've had a crush on since junior year, can't even admit that he might find you objectively pretty. Ouch.

With a sudden crash, the entire CD case becomes top heavy and spills its contents all over the floor. Steve's cheeks redden to a bright crimson; he wishes he could go back to three minutes ago and suture his lips shut with the staple gun you've been using for the packages.

"I'm going to just...stop talking. And clean this up." He says timidly, crouching down to collect the scattered merchandise. You abandon your station at the checkout counter to help him; there weren't customers inside anyway.

The two of you pick the shelf up and clean in silence for a few excruciating minutes, the tension brewing between your bodies like a tea kettle, until Steve clears his throat and says, "For the record, I do think you're cute. Beautiful, actually."

You're momentarily stunned at his confession, so he continues, "And if I didn't work here, I'd probably be another one of those losers coming in everyday just to see you," he chuckles, maybe a little self-deprecatingly though you can't understand why.

"You think I'm beautiful?" You breathe in partial disbelief. It's not that you weren't confident in your appearance but hearing it from someone you've admired since you were a teenager feels unbelievable.

"'Course I do," Steve says, deathly serious, "I have eyes. Plus, you're like, super funny. I used to think I was quick witted until I met you."

You're grateful for the wooden barrier of the shelf blocking the way you flush at his words. Once the shelf is picked up and properly arranged again, you make your move: "Hey, um, I was thinking about going to see The Princess Bride tonight? At The Hawk?" You're not sure why you're infecting your voice as if every statement is a question. Nervous habit, you suppose. "Would you wanna come with?"

Steve physically trips over himself again and you're nervous he's about to knock another display case over, "Uh, sure, yeah--definitely." He says, a little too enthusiastically, "Pick you up at eight?"

You can't seem to stop fidgeting with the loose strands of baby hairs curling behind your ears, twirling them around your fingers to give yourself something to focus on other than the way Steve's looking at you now with his big, hazel doe-eyes.

"Yeah, yeah that's perfect," you grin.

[westanleovaldito]

I ❤️ writting super duper self endulgent things

Spencer x anxious reader

CW: Anxiety, talk of past trauma, heavily focused on symptoms

This likely will not align with other peoples experiences or manifestations of said mental illness, because i wrote this for myself.

If you like it, thats good! But this was mainly for me so please no hate

𓆏 You loved Spencer, trusted him. You may not always understand his thought process, but you'd follow his every word (even if questioning his reasoning while doing it).

He was always soft and patient, kind when you thought he had no reson to be. He tried his very, very best to compartmentalize his emotions. He liked to let his emotions 'reset' when he got home. Mostly because he could never bear the way you picked up on his stress.

You were a great profiler, even if you weren't in the BAU, you could pick up on the smallest changes.

He hated it, because it was likely due to trauma. He always noticed the way you went quiet when someone was upset. It didn't have to be directed at you. Simply having someone have a shift in tone could put you on edge.

He could even go as far to say that you were a better profiler than him, just in certain situations. You picked up on things in the worst way possible.

Today, he just couldn't start over at the door. He couldn't shake the stress in the way he set his bag down with a heavy sigh.

Normally, you'd greet him with a smile as you sprinted into his arms. You had the intent to, comming a few feet from him before you shied away.

Spencer sighed a second time as he gathered the way you shrunk, your eyes going wide as you quickly scanned every part of his body language, the way your hands curled near your chest.

He was going to say something, but you quickly went to the kitchen to start the kettle.

"Would you like chamomile?" You asked, your voice cracking at the start of the sentence, like you were trying not to go nonverbal.

He paused for a moment. He eventually nodded, kicking off his shoes. "Thank you." He murmured, coming up to wrap his arms around you. It was a gesture of affection, truly. But he couldn't deny that he was trying to see how tense you were. When you simply nodded, patting his hand as you prepared his mug, he felt the knife of guilt in his gut.

Spencer hated when you were afraid. He knew it was because you expected to walk on eggshells. But he had never done anything to put eggshells on the floor.

He hated the scilence that befell you. He hated that you shut down like this. He hated when you silently tried to please him. He hated that someone in your life reduced you to a jittery robot, rather than a person. Most of all, he hated that you always felt as if every single problem in the circle of people you loved was your fault to bear.

"Th-the uh- waters boiling," your voice broke through his thoughts. You didn't make an effort to move away, like your own mind stripped you of autonomy.

Spencer let go as soon as you said it. But he made an effort to beat you to reach for the kettle. He was trying to show you that it wasn't your responsibility to cater to anyone, really, much less a lover.

He gently grabbed your waist in an attempt to move you away from the hot kettle, and you merely stiffened as you followed his silent instructions.

You had wide owl eyes as you just watched. Someone usually make a comment like 'not a thought behind those eyes' but Spencer knew. Spencer knew that you had too many thoughts that combined to make a storm of self hate that sounded like static.

"You're okay." He stated softly as he poured the water. He set the kettle in the sink and looked at you like some kind of sad painting. "Just because I come home with a sigh, doesn't mean I don't want to be with you right now, ok?"

Upon seeing your absent nod, he sighed. "I said you, not the girl who's marinating incessant apologies." The man moved to cup your face carefully.

"I am not mad at you. This will not effect my opinion of you. I still love you. You are not an annoyance or a burden- and did I mention that I'm not mad at you?"

It was a subtle thing, but it was enough to make the corners of your lips quirk up when you nodded. A hesitant "Thanks, Spence." Escaped you before you were pulled into another hug.

It was warm and soft, like the simple comfort of his chin on your head was enough to give you strength to carry on.

Spencer may have hated- loathed your anxiousness, but he would always be there to help.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

VOODOO KISSES (I miss you)

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem! Summary: It's been a month since you graduated and you haven't seen Eddie since, you thought he must have left, until you bump into Wayne, and he tells you otherwise Warnings: a few swears but nothing i don't think?

sorry for the late update, i had bad writers block and had absolutely no idea where this series was going, figured it out hehe, thank you for your patience.

hope you like it!

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A job was a nice way to start your life, free from school, you could save money to find somewhere to live on your own, maybe get out of this shitty town.

Just like Eddie did, gone to find success and be a big rockstar, you figured it wouldn't be long until you heard his name on the radio as you drove to the diner.

You often thought about him, nothing much, just what he was doing during that time or if he was thinking about you too.

If he was having fun, you hope he was, it would make you feel less guilty for pushing him away.

He'd be having more fun wherever he is than he'd ever have with you.

But you just wondered sometimes, if he was serious about you, if he really wanted you to be his girl.

Sometimes you wish you didn't send him away, you curse yourself for always speaking before you think, it was a disease, you swore, but you always say it's your gut speaking for you, your heart talking.

Thats why you always back yourself up, if you hadn't had so much pride, you would have apologised, told him the five words he wanted to hear you say.

You'd say 'I want you to stay'

But alas, you'd cut your own tongue off so you couldn't if it didn't hurt so bad.

Maybe you'd meet him somewhere if you save enough to leave, you'd go to LA just to find him and apologise, maybe kiss him if he managed to still be single.

Which is why you go to your minimum wage job with a smile, your apron tight around your waist as you enter through the back, greeting Larry, the chef.

It wasn't so bad, you probably got more tips than you actually got paid, thanks to the middle-aged creepy men who liked to stare at your tits through the thin pastel yellow button up.

And not to forget the nice old lady who comes in every Wednesday and tips you a 40 every time, she was sweet. But you'd probably cry if she mentioned her grandson your age one more time.

It was a kind gesture, really, trying to set you up, but you just weren't interested.

You don't know when you would be, maybe never.

But ever since Eddie walked away from you, you realised you shouldn't have denied it for so long.

You liked him, a lot.

But it's too late. The damage was done.

You put the kettle on and went to the front, swapping shifts with your co-worker as they leave saying a quick hello-goodbye as you cleaned up a few tables.

It was right after the lunch rush, so it was pretty dead.

You loved when it was like this, you'd sit at the counter, or lean over the pass and talk to Larry, he was a grumpy guy, but he always had a sweet spot for the servers, a sweet man overall, but God help you if he's angry.

You've never seen it, but you'd heard the stories from your co-workers from before you were hired, and you prayed it would never happen to you.

You served a few customers before you saw a familiar face that made you gape in surprise.

He sat down at the stool by your left, not opting for a booth as he looked up at the menu above your head.

You gave him a few minutes before grabbing your paper and pencil, awkwardly making your way over to him as he looked down at the newspaper, glasses low on his nose as he read.

You put your customer service voice on, not knowing if he'd even remember you.

"afternoon, sir, how may I help you?" You asked sweetly, watching as he looked up, a frown on his face as he pinpoints where he knows you from

He thought for a second before putting his search on a pause to order "just a coffee and cheeseburger- no pickles, thank you"

You smile and ring in the cheeseburger as you get the coffee pot and a mug.

He watched you as you poured the coffee, looking at the name tag before letting out a noise of acknowledgment "you're Ed's friend, aren't ya'?"

It was your turn to frown now

"I'm sorry?" You apologised for your composure that made the man feel as though he said something wrong

"Eddie's friend? You came over for his birthday, no?"

You nodded slowly, but your questions were then answered with his next response

"Why haven't I seen you in a while? I told him I'd leave you kids alone, kissing ain't that bad.."

You felt your cheeks go hot as you remembered the scene. How could you ever forget that night? You'd never get rid of the regret that followed it every time you thought about it. You should have told him you liked him too.. maybe then this conversation with his uncle wouldn't be so awkward.

"Oh, right..um.." you started, sighing deeply as you tried to come up with a reason that wouldn't make you sound like a total and utter bitch.

You found no such excuse.

"You should come over for dinner" the man nodded his head, already confirming the dates in his mind.

You shook yours, taking the coffee pot back to its spot as he racked his brain.

He should be free on Wednesday, wait no, Bill had him cover his shift, no Wednesday

"You want to have dinner with just me?" You questioned, a hand placed on your hip as you leaned your hip on the counter, an eyebrow raised as you wondered why on earth Uncle Wayne would want to have dinner with you.

He was a kind man, rough around the edges, but not one-on-one dinner type of guy

He tilted his head, him now being the confused one

"I ain't saying it's just us, neither of us want that, trust'me" He spoke heavily, but which a light chuckle, taking the coffee mug into his hands and taking a sip.

It wasn't that hot, cooled down from sitting there for a while, but he seemed satisfied, or just didn't want to point out the fact it was probably the worst cup of coffee he's ever had.

But if it was- he was good at not showing it.

But that was besides the point.

His words stuck with you.

"Oh...is Eddie back?" You asked.

He didn't get time to respond before the food bell rang, to which you turned around and grabbed the plate.

It wasn't the worst looking burger, but Wayne didn't have much to compare it to.

You placed the plate right in front of him as he moved the newspaper out of the way

"Did he have fun? any record deals yet?" you wondered out loud

You didn't mean to pry; it wasn't your business. What Eddie did with his life didn't have anything to do with you anymore, and best believe it was your fault for that.

You couldn't help it, you just needed to know what he was up to.

But it was strange to only be gone a month. Maybe he didn't enjoy it like you thought he would.

"Unless he went somewhere I don't know, then, no"

You leaned against the counter again, fully facing the man as he took a bite of his burger.

You concluded that He was joking, he must have been, because how could he not know about his nephews' dreams of being a Rockstar?

You only knew Eddie for a short few months and knew about it, so how could the man that basically raised him not know about it?

He was joking

But you were still left confused

"So, isn't he in LA?" you asked, giving him a knowing look he definitely didn't pick up on as he looked up at you

"Who told you that?" Wayne scoffed, sipping his coffee shortly before bringing it down again, a slight look of amusement on his face

No one had told you that, mostly because you haven't seen anyone since you graduated last month.

It was just what you assumed.

"He's still here?"

"doesn't want to leave" he said like it was the most causal thing in the world, like he had no clue about Eddie's rants about wanting to get the fuck out of there.

But why on earth would he change his mind about that?

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Eddie didn't have much to do now that he didn't have to go to school.

For a while he would just stay in the trailer, sulking, missing you for whatever reason until he wasn't upset anymore, this was all you, you pushed him away.

No, he wasn't upset.

He wasn't even mad.

He had no feelings towards it. he was indifferent.

Which is probably the worst out of all the things he could be.

Because one, Eddie was very expressive, he always had feelings or opinions on every matter, but with you, it was like he purposely locked you away in his head, now you were out of sight, out of mind.

Well, not entirely the latter part of that saying, he still thought about you sometimes, there were just no feelings behind the thoughts, he would just picture your pretty smile and that would be it.

He was lost inside his room.

Lost inside his head

He closed his eyes and fled, the image of him being a Rockstar slowly fading away with every day he spends in Hawkins, He knows he should get out.

What would the rants about leaving be for if he continued to stay? he had to make a point.

But every time he imagined himself on stage, His mind couldn't help but torture him with the sight of you with him.

It just wasn't fair.

You had to have done voodoo shit on him.

and that shit is something not even Eddie messes with, he's terrified of voodoo, but you've done it. He knows you have.

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If you had known Eddie was still in Hawkins, you wouldn't have spent so long wishing you had given him a kiss goodbye, made him promise to come back.

You wish you would have known earlier, maybe it would have made it easier to apologise.

Because now time has passed and everything has set in, probably unable to be fixed.

He wouldn't accept your apology now.

But he might have if you said sorry a month ago.

Better yet, you could have just not said what you did.

But this was good news. He was still here.

And for whatever reason he was still here gave you hope.

You missed him, how could you not? he accepted you when no one else did.

Which is maybe why you decided to go to the record store, just to reminisce in the music that might bring you closer to him.

You knew you couldn't see him, it was like an unspoken rule, but nobody ever said you weren't allowed to think about him.

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Wayne still never got the hint that you two weren't friends anymore, which is evident to not only you, but now to Eddie as Wayne comes into the trailer only two days after your encounter with a smile that silently said 'I like to meddle with things'

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I saw your friend the other day" He spoke, putting him bag down by the door, because for some reason, the honeycombs his nephew was eating reminded him of the diner.

"Which one?" Eddie said with his mouth full of the cereal

Wayne tried thinking, he really did, but he shrugged "dunno, the girl"

Eddie paused his chewing for a moment to swallow, looking at his uncle like he had something up his ass

He had forgotten to tell Wayne about your broken friendship. maybe out of embarrassment when having to admit he liked you, and you well, Eddie still isn't sure what you felt towards him.

Every time Eddie thought he had you figured out, you did something to throw him completely off track until all he knew is that you were using him to get by in the last few months of school.

He was the only person to take you under his wing because for one, he felt guilty, and two, well...

You were just really pretty

But all you wanted was to have 'friends' for the last part of your school life.

He gets it, he's fine with being the pawn in that game, it's not like he's never been used before, he can handle it, doesn't mean he has to paint you in a bad light, no.

He just chooses not to think about it, it was better like that.

So now, life had sprung him into telling the truth

"We aren't friends, Wayne" the boy started, awkwardly scratching his hand, already feeling uncomfortable with his conversation

"Oh no, of course you ain't. I never thought for a second friends kiss each other like I caught you two doin'" Wayne raised an eyebrow, moving past his nephew to the fridge, grabbing a bear before heading to the couch.

Eddie was mortified, blushing furiously "No, Wayne, as in I haven't seen her since graduation"

Now it was Wayne's turn to look at him strangely.

"Now why the 'ell is that?"

Eddie shrugged "just...didn't stay in touch"

Wayne wasn't an idiot, he knew when to stop asking questions. which he reluctantly did, but not without a last comment

"Well, this is awkward' I invited her to dinner" the old man sighed as he opened the beer, flicking on the television as he put his feet up on the old coffee table as the younger Munson's almost chocked on cereal, his eyes popping out of his head

"You did what!?"

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The record store was quiet, but it usually was on a Wednesday afternoon. It was actually quiet most of the time, which was nice.

You didn't have to squeeze past anyone to get to the shelf you wanted, and only a few people stared at you when you made your way towards the metal section, the dust still prominent in the sign.

But unlike any other time, you imagined it or waited until everyone was gone, you just didn't care.

If it meant you'd get to be in any way, shape or form closer to Eddie, you'd do it.

You didn't exactly know what you were looking for,

Probably anything he's ever mentioned- if you could even remember

nothing else had worked out for you, you've tried many things just to get a feel of him in any way you can, but nothing can capture the sting of the guilt you feel for letting him 'leave'

The fair might not have been a wise decision when you look at you now, but you don't regret it, it was probably the best decision you ever made in high school, all you could ever think about from that day is the slight moment where his eyes lit up every time he looked at you, you saw it now. How he felt.

You flicked through the CDs and tapes, searching for something that catches your eye.

They didn't have much, not a wide variety like any pop or country genre

looking through all of them, you focused on names first, Motörhead, Judas Priest, Black sabbath, Metallica, Iron maiden, Wasp, and Dio.

You'd heard or Metallica and Wasp, remembering the music he played for you, Wild child playing as he drove you to his graduating party at the trailer.

And you remember Dio, that beautiful image of him at the fair wearing that Dio shirt with ripped sleeves imprinted in your mind.

So, it was safe to say that Wasp and Dio were the way to go.

The options were limited, only two different albums, one with a picture of a man struggling in water with a somewhat demon behind him, and the other one a faded orange so worn out you could barely see the same demon and figures in the foreground on the cover.

You went with the first one, deciding you liked the cover better than the other one and them immediately finding the one album that you could never get off your mind ever since you saw it for the first time all those months ago.

The album that basically started it all. The fantasies, the fascinating, the wonders.

The scary man on the cover stared at you, almost mockingly as you slowly picked it up. But you smiled, the last command, you were sure you were going to love it, if he did, you would most likely find the courage to as well.

You compared the two CD's in your hand and nodded, feeling happy in yourself as you walked up to the counter.

You still felt the stares at the back of your head as you waited for the worker to acknowledge you, but you didn't mind, what's a few more people to settle you as a freak?

You cleared your throat, and the worker looked up from the magazine he was reading, looking at the discs you've placed on the counter before raising an eyebrow as he examined you

"These aren't really meant to be bought... nobody buys them" he said dully, sitting up in his chair

"Then you should probably take them off of the shelves" you smiled brightly "how much do I owe you?"

He rang you in and deadpanned "16.47"

You paid happily and thanked him, feeling oddly proud of yourself as you backed up, turning around when you bumped into a hard chest, making them groan deeply, your CD's dropping just as you backed up.

You gaped as he bent down, picking them up for you as you stared at him, him pausing him movements halfway up as he looked at the music you bought.

You weren't ready, you weren't ready at all to see that soft face that was now frowning as he looked up before straightening his composure.

A slight flare to his nose and his eyes dropped more than they usually would. He definitely wasn't ready to see you either, you presumed

There was a slight glare to his eyes as you held out the CDs to you.

"Thank you..." you muttered as you took them, hating the way you couldn't look at him.

All your pride and confidence completely washed away by his stare

After a month of thinking he was gone, as soon as you find out he isn't, you see him? what bullshit was that?

It was silence before he spoke up quietly "I take it I rubbed off on you, huh?"

You could barely hear him with how quiet he was, making you finally look at him in the eye

You only nodded

He nodded slowly, and you noticed his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as he stepped away, brushing past you, deciding that was it

And it was. You agreed as you walked out of the store, you mind telling you to go back and finally apologise.

But you couldn't go back in there.

So, you stood outside

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Eddie didn't want to see you. Well, actually, that's not the truth.

He was fine with not seeing you.

But now that he has, it's hit a spot he didn't want to be touched again, you just had to look so good and be buying metal tapes? what was up with that?

He mentally cursed himself for talking, for even helping you pick them up, he shouldn't have even left the trailer today, but he just had to get away from the awkward conversation with Wayne.

Also, what were the fucking chances he sees you for the first time in a month right after talking about you.

That was the voodoo shit he was talking about, and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up at the thought of your magic.

He wasn't there for a while; he looked for a few moments before deciding enough was enough, you probably cursed the store, he needed to get out before it seeped through his veins.

But in all seriousness, seeing you ruined his mood, it wasn't you fault for bumping into you, he'll give you that, you didn't want to see him as much as he was fine with not seeing you, but now he's going to spiral back into thinking about you for ages and he'd rather get away from that right now.

What he didn't expect was to be bombarded at his van with you standing there, your foot tapping on the concrete

He stood a few feet away and stayed there

'ok...what's up with that?' he asked himself before slowly making his way over

"Hi" you spoke hushly

"Hi" he parroted

You took a short breath as you looked down "I thought you were in LA.."

"I bet that's where you want me too, huh?" he spat

He didn't mean to, but then again, some part of him needed to get that out

You tried to talk but nothing came out so, you settled for scratching your arm nervously

"I saw Wayne the other day" you mentioned, not sure why you felt the need to even say that, especially with the way Eddie responded

"Oh yeah, I heard" he nodded "I wouldn't take him up on that offer for dinner if I were you"

You chuckled dryly.

Eddie would go right about now, drive off and leave you with that, but seen as thought your blocking the driver's side door, he's a bit stuck

And unlike any other jerk, he would rather almost anything than put his hands on you.

Not because he would be grossed out, but because he doesn't want to hurt you, not that he probably could with just a light shove.

His tone let you know he wasn't ready to talk to you as he spat out every word

"I know you're mad-" you started before he shook his head

"'m not mad, nothing to be mad about, but you know what? I was just on my way to pack to head off, got a great record deal I gotta show up to, it's so far away you'll probably never see you again" He deadpanned, his tone nothing but sarcasm

"Ok..." you nodded, understanding his want for you gone

"Should have left ages ago, actually, just like you told me to, should have fucked right of-"

"So why didn't you?" you asked.

It was just a simple question, so why did it anger him so much?

"pardon?" he blinked, his jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed deeply

"Why didn't you leave?" you asked again

Eddie went silent, he wasn't ready to answer that question, because there was no answer.

He doesn't have one yet.

He doesn't know why he's still here, in Hawkins, In the trailer, In front of you and not in a recording studio.

He just never left.

He's not sure why.

It was your voodoo shit, you're making him stay, he concluded once again, that was the answer.

Realising he didn't have an answer, you opted for another comment, just wanting it out there.

You wanted him to know.

He had to know.

You didn't expect him to say it back, but you had to admit it.

"I missed you"

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Bro pls cough up more Terry fics I’m GNAWING at my enclosure.

lmfaoooooo im coming im coming do yall like the fluff? I get that done in like 2-3 hours but i do have a 6 part series in the works im actually on the 3rd chapter. I have a one shot smut of him being a proffesor (smut) another one of him being lowkey inlove with his oblivious bestfriend (definitely smut inspired by cognac queen by meg the stallion) like if its fluff you want i cant have that done in the next 5 hours after editing? Or should i just drop the first part of the series? Ugh decisions decisions

Sneak peak:

“bend me over beat my back in and fuck me from the back” you sing over ciaras body party mimicking the way you and your friends have sung it on so many nights your hips moving in a sensual circle as you do. You dont realize your audience until you turn around with the kettle ball nearly dropping at piercing green eyes stairing into the depths of your soul a wicked smirk and crossed arms.

slowly he walks over to you the way a lion hunts down his prey because damn did he look like scar from the lion king in human form before taking the ball from your hand fingers brushing over yours.

and thats how you find yourself on all fours… well thats how it started you were on your knees face in the pillow as you bit down on it trying to muffle your moans but not that that was helping.

“Your doing so good f’ me, baby” he grunts kissing down your spine as his pelvis slams into yours his soft words a strong contrast to the deep hard strokes he was giving you. You had already cum 4 times and were starting to see stars using your hand to try to push him back he only chuckles grabbing it to use it as leverage.

“you can take it baby come on and be a good girl…give daddy one more” he grunts in your ear left hand coming down to play with your clit as he drops half his weight down on you pining you in place not letting you run from maximum pleasure.

[thecapricunt1616]

Sunday - (Chef Luca One-Shot)

𝒮𝓃𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓉 (𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝐵𝒯𝒞!): Sunday. The one day a week that Noma is closed. The one day a week that your sweet, sunshiney boy got to stay home with you and ‘rot away in bed together all day’ as you called it which always gave him a good chuckle. But he loved these days, the relaxation and peace of waking up with you and having nothing on his plate felt like a taste of heaven every single week. This Sunday was no different. It was nearing 7 now, so you knew Luca would be up soon. Being the sweetheart you always were to him (since he of course deserved it) you padded quietly into the small kitchen of your shared house boat and clicked on the electric kettle.

♡ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It is you & Lucas favorite day of the week, Sunday, Noma is closed and you get to rot all day long in bed together <3 ♡ 𝐖/𝐂: 2.6K+ ♡ 𝐀/𝐍: Helloooooo!!! I am sorry to all those rotting away in my inbox Luca in S3 gave me insatiable brain worms im still working through forgive me!! I hope this Luca yumminess keeps you satiated while I continue working on requests! This man is a sweet fluffy golden retriever in my mind so thats how he's written! Hope you enjoy :D ♡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐁��𝐂: Fluff, Smut, Unprotected PV sex, Reader has a vagina & is referred to as 'sweet girl', No use of y/n, Size kink (Luca HAS to be hung. like theres no way he isnt.)

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

Sunday. The one day a week that Noma is closed. The one day a week that your sweet, sunshiney boy got to stay home with you and ‘rot away in bed together all day’ as you called it which always gave him a good chuckle. But he loved these days, the relaxation and peace of waking up with you and having nothing on his plate felt like a taste of heaven every single week. This Sunday was no different. It was nearing 7 now, so you knew Luca would be up soon. Being the sweetheart you always were to him (since he of course deserved it) you padded quietly into the small kitchen of your shared house boat and clicked on the electric kettle. 

You plunked a chai bag in for yourself and an English breakfast tea bag into his mug and grabbed out the cream and honey. That was something he had started ever since you’d been dating. He thought it was strange at first, since his family always put little sugar cubes in his tea but he found it gave it a much more natural tasting sweetness when you added the honey for him. You were sure to get the kettle just before it screeched and heard the sounds of Luca turning over in bed, likely in search of you from where you left him on his side all curled into himself how you often found him after he’d fallen asleep holding you. 

“Darling?” His husky voice called. 

“Coming doll, just putting things away” you explained, putting the cream back in the fridge and cinnamon and honey back in the cupboard before grabbing both steaming mugs and heading back to bed. “Morning handsome” you said and he smiled a bit. 

“Morning love, what do I do to deserve you, hm?” He took his cup, placing it on the nightstand. “I would love to extend my gratitude in a kiss, do you accept?” He asked in that silly way he always knew would make you giggle, and of course you did. 

“I love you, c’mere dork” you set your tea down on your own bedside table and he swiftly pulls you into his lap, kissing all over your face and neck in sweet short pecks. “Oh my gosh! That tickles, Luc!” You laughed, shoulders curling up to save you from his tickle attack. 

“You said you accepted so accept!” He teased, wrapping his strong arms around your middle and kissed your jaw with one dramatic final peck and a mmmuah! Before resting his forehead on your temple and giving you a sweet kunik kiss “love you” he said softly and you felt your cheeks heating, turning and resting your forehead on his. 

“I love you, I think our tea should be drinkable now” you said and he gave you one more gentle peck before leaning against the headboard. 

“Look at that, cinnamon and everything” he said and took a sip from the steaming cup, humming in satisfaction. “Thank you darling” he rested his head back and shut his eyes, and it was your turn now to shower his pretty face in gentle affection, kissing each and every little freckle of his, being sure to kiss along the trail of stubble that had grown since he’d not shaved since yesterday morning. 

“Of course. Have I told you how gorgeous you are in the morning, Chef?” You mused, gently smoothing down his wild locks from the pillows during the night and sometimes nuzzled into your chest, since he was convinced that was the best pillow in the house. 

“You’ve said so before I believe” he joked, peeking an eye open at you adorably as you gently stroked his cheeks with cupped hands. “If you keep stroking me like a pet I’m going to fall back asleep, angel” he took another sip of his tea and this time when he rested his head back you left supple kisses on his closed lids, causing him to smile and blush a bit at the tickle feeling. 

“You deserve some more sleep sweets, nearly 14 hour days this week. My poor love, 80 hours is a killer workweek” you cooed, kissing his temple when he rested his face in the crook of your shoulder nuzzling you adorably and relishing in his well earned and much deserved attention. 

“Thought about you multiple times an hour every one of the 80” he said sweetly, planting a kiss on your collarbone. “And just how bad I missed you” he kissed your neck “in more ways than one” he nibbled just below your pulse point, resting his tea back on the nightstand and soothing over the bite with his tongue, the sting and warmth causing you to let out a small gasp. You couldn’t help the smirk forming on your lips, hand trailing back and finding his hair as you leaned into him. 

“Yeah? You wanna show how much you missed me baby?” You gently tug on his frizzy strands from the night and his warm hand trails over your abdomen, rucking up one of his t-shirts you’d stolen for bed and rubbing his flat warm hand over your belly. 

“I do, may I take these off love?” He thumbs at the waistband of your panties and you smile slightly at his constant need to not waste any time. 

“You can, baby” you lay back on your side of the bed and he swiftly tugs them off before laying between your plush thighs and ravaging them with kisses. You gently scratch his hair and his eyes fall shut as he nuzzled his face into your soft flesh, enjoying the warmth and comfort you offered after such a brutal week in the kitchen. 

“Love you” he mumbled again, before kissing your thigh down, down, down to where you were aching for him most. “Love you more then anything, princess.” He kissed over your nether lips with a gentle movement, easing his tongue on the outside of your folds and smirking into you as he felt you shiver beneath him. 

“Please” you breathe, tugging his hair. 

“I’m gonna take care of you, love. I always do” he spread you out with one of his large tattooed hands, admiring the look of your cunt which always brought heat to your cheeks. “So pretty” he muttered before licking a gentle, flat stripe up your hole that was already dripping wet, over your folds that he flicked with his tongue, up to your clit where he attached his pretty lips and sucked in a way that made your hips twitch and back arch. 

You let out a whiny moan, looking down at him to see his piercing blue eyes melting into yours, cheeks flush with lust as he gauged your every reaction. “Feels -ah- so- so good, Lu- I missed you so much this week fuck” your head dropped back to the pillow in bliss, eyes fluttering shut. He trailed his tongue down, lapping at your cunt while his adorable nose rubbed at your clit like a man starved. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” you gasped, tugging on his hair tighter “please- please fuck me, Lu. Wanna feel you I miss you” 

“Can I make you finish on my mouth, then I’ll fuck you?” He asked in that sweet, innocent way. Like he wasn’t asking about fucking you raw on a Sunday morning and instead was telling someone how many grams of sugar they need in their frosting. A genuine question,with his nose wet from your arousal like a puppy, if you said no he would get right to work. That was something about Luca, he knew his job was overly demanding - so the fact that you wait at home for him to only get a few short hours together before bed every night and this one precious day a week together - he wanted to be sure to give you whatever you wanted. 

“Please” you beg, pushing his face back where it was and moaning out when he continued tonguing your pussy as he rubbed your clit expertly with the bridge of his nose. “So perfect- god you’re so perfect Lu - so so strong, and- and smart- just like that baby” you gasped. He hummed at the praise and you knew his cheeks were gonna be bright pink by the time he finished with all this praise he was getting. “An- so pretty” you spread your thighs further “no one can get me off like you do, baby. I love you” you said and he gave you a wet kiss on your inner thigh in response and thanks for your praise before continuing. 

It wasn’t long until you were whining his name and clenching around his fingers he used to get you ready for him, since neither of you wanted to take things slow this morning and with Luca unless you were going very slow you had to prepare or things could end badly. Safe to say your boyfriend was blessed in his pants many times over, but after 9 months of being together you thankfully had gotten used to the large stretch it gives. “That’s it. What a good girl, sound so pretty when you cum, you know that angel? So beautiful” he cooed in your ear as his fingers worked you through your high, jaw lacks in a silent scream and brows furrowed at the intense pleasure. 

He kissed over your jaw and cheeks, stopping as soon as you whined it was too much. “What do you want darling” he cradled you, kissing your now sweaty forehead as you rested over him in post orgasmic bliss. 

“Want another just- just give me a second” you kiss his jaw lazily and rest your face on his shoulder. Legs and core still twitching every so often from your comedown “felt so good Lu, so good” you mumble, kissing his warm skin. 

“Yeah? I’m glad baby that’s what I’m here for” he rubbed your side lovingly and kissed the top of your warm head. “I’m ready for you whenever you are love, however you want mm?” He squeezed your hips gently. 

“Wanna ride you, you look so pretty under me” you said, eyes still closed and nuzzled in his neck so you couldn’t see the way his cock twitched - more like jumped - in his boxerbriefs - or how his blush extended all the way down to his toned chest. 

“Okay baby. But remember it’s ok if you can’t take it all, yeah?” He kissed your head gently and you look up at him through your lashes, nodding obediently. 

“But I still wanna try” you said softly. He cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your jaw 

“You’re always so good to me, Angel” he gave your nose a gentle kiss and you giggled shyly, taking his hand and kissing his palm. 

“No that’s you. Cmon lay down pretty boy, it’s my turn to take over” you joked and sat up on your knees while he shuffled down getting comfortable on his back with a smile. 

“There’s lubricant in the side draw” he told you, resting his hands behind his head comfortably and you laughed, shaking your head and he looks at you. 

“What? What’s funny?” He asked and you giggle more.

“Lubricant. Its lube you British weirdo” you teased and he rolled his eyes with an amused smile, shaking his head 

“If I made fun of your accent nearly as much as you made fun of mine I don’t think you’d be very happy” he joked and you pulled open his bedside table, taking out said lube and setting it on the tabletop. 

“Cause I don’t have an accent. You're the one with an accent” you kissed his neck, gently nipping over bites that had healed from last Sunday as you trailed one of your hands into his boxers and tugged out his length, not caring to take them off since you were already straddling him. 

“Actually you would be the only one I know here that has an accent darling - strangely we don’t get many tourists around Noma” he teased as you squirted some lube into your palm before stroking him in your hand and he grunted softly “shit” he muttered and you smiled teasingly 

“From what I’ve been told, by you is that you love my accent and you think it’s sexy” you smiled, lining him up and sinking down just about half way, using his chest as leverage. “Fuckin hell Lu-“ you hissed at the stretch, and he grabbed one of your hands, bringing it to his lips. 

“You don’t have to go all the way-“ he reminded you and you shook your head 

“I can fucking take it” you breathed, giving yourself a moment before sinking down another inch and he let out a moan 

“Ok- fuck- just- just don’t hurt yourself babe” he said, his breath coming out as warm comforting puffs over your intertwined fingers. 

“Feels so good- I just- let me move a little” you said and squeezed his hand as you slowly and gently move up and down over what you already had inside and you both moan in tandem, heads falling back and your thighs shaking at the overwhelming pleasure. “So fucking big” you gasp as you sat on him fully, pelvis’ flush together and he looks down, the sight alone causing his cock to twitch inside of you. 

“Jesus fuckin Christ” he looks up at you “how’s it feel?” He asked. You could barely even speak through the mind numbing pleasure that came with taking all of Luca. So instead you just take his palm and press it against your lower belly, beginning to ride him slow and careful and his mouth drops as he feels himself rutting in and out of you beneath his hand. 

“See how big you are, Lu? I can feel you in my stomach” you said hotly in his ear and he groans, grabbing the flesh of your ass and helping you move 

“I’m gonna cum- fuck you’re so warm darling I can’t-“ he moaned out and you giggled, kissing his jaw gently 

“So let go baby” you move yourself a bit quicker and harder with his help, squeaking when you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix lightly, jolting at the sharp sensation and clenching around him 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked quickly, slowing his movements and you shook your head bracing yourself on his shoulders and throwing your ass back on him harder - being sure to angle him up more so that wouldn’t happen 

“No- just happens sometimes when you’re big” you assured him and rolled your hips in a way that made his stomach clench and hand tighten around your wrist 

“Wow” he said, eyes nearly rolling back. You smiled at your newfound move and continued the action, alternating between quick and slow circles and he was sounding so pretty beneath you, whimpering “I’m- I’m gonna cum- fuck - Angel- can’t- i can’t” his breath becoming more ragged and tense. 

“Yeah? You wanna cum inside me. You gonna fill me up sweet boy?” You coo, kissing his neck and nipping gently. With a hot moan and a snap of his hips he was spilling inside of you, whispering the dirtiest filth in your ear of how no other girl has been able to take him how you do, and how your body was made for him and him only. Which of course brought you to the crux of your next orgasm and he just had to lightly play with your clit for a moment before you were crying out for him once again. 

Safe to say this activity was quickly added to the weekly Sunday roster.

[tinyraptorhands]

((MDNI, smut, ooh boy and orgasm denial~!))

Clouds hung low, making the town of Mistria seem dull and dreary. You looked up from your quilts, the heavy morning air pouring from the crack in your slightly open window pane. You tried sitting up, only to feel the heavy weight of a toned arm over your waist.

Ah. Right. March came by.

Since a few weeks ago, you and March had finally admitted your attraction to eachother-or rather, let the tension build up to the point you both began furiously making out in the a stone refinery.

But that was about it. You both shared your bodies, reveling in sex and furious lip locking. Tender words were never exchanged, other than the occasional expletive and heated stares.

And that was fine with you.

You tapped his arm. "March," your voice thick with sleep. "March, it's 6am. I gotta take care of the farm..." You felt him move, grumbling.

"Dammit...I'm up, m'up." He let go of you sluggish in his movements. You learned he wasn't much of a morning person, which suprised you and at the same time didn't. He threw his arm over his eyes as he rolled over on his back, the light of the day settled over his defined torso muscles. You licked your lips, an action not missed by his dark eyes. "...Don't be a pervert, farm girl." He huffed.

Like he wasn't doing the same to you right now, his eyes flicking to your exposed torso. You smirked.

"Uh huh." You simply said, legs swinging over the side of the bed. "C'mon. I'll make you coffee." You bribed the blacksmith, slipping on a half buttoned oversized shirt. You padded out the bedroom to the kitchenette of your home. You went over to the potbelly stove, heating up water in the kettle you set the night before.

Soon, he came out, dressed in the clothes he wore the day before, sitting at your old dining table. He ran his calloused hands over the grooves of the worn table. "Why not get Rhyis to make you a new one?" He asked quietly, picking at the old and peeling varnish. You shrugged, setting a mug down for him.

"Dunno. Adds character to the house, I suppose. It was here when I got the house, feels wrong to get rid of it." You sipped on your own coffee, sitting down across from him in the mismatched chair. You crossed your bare legs, toned from farm work and your old adventuring days. He looked down at them, then back at you.

"Tch. Thats dumb. This thing's gonna break on you one day."

"And how do you suppose that'll happen, March?" You teased over the rim of your mug, "plan on taking me on this table? 'Cause that's the only way this thing's gonna give."

He nearly choked on his drink. He set the mug down forcefully, giving you a look. "You're disgusting." He said, though his words didn't match the blush over his face.

He was such a prude when he wasn't horny.

You shrugged nonchalantly. "Just saying." You tapped the table. "Its sturdy enough for now." You looked out the window. "...maybe if I get a good bumper crop going, I can update the place a little." You said softly. His eyes landed on the imperfections of the small cottage.

A few loose floorboards, peeling wallpaper, that godawful outdated stove, and the small fireplace was a hazard waiting to happen. He even saw an old bucket near the corner, and when he looked up a large water stain covered the corner of the rafters and ceiling.

Yeah. The place had seen better days, for sure.

"Its been two years since you came here, you know. Should've been done ages ago." He remarked. You sighed.

"I know. I just got so busy with the town and the farm itself..." You ran a hand through your hair. "Just pushed it to the wayside, I suppose."

The quiet after your sentence lingered. It wasn't an uncomfortable one, though. That was the nice thing about March. He could shut up when nothing needed to be said. He wasn't one for small talk, anyways. When he finished his coffee, he grabbed an apple from your fruit bowl. "See you around." He said, sticking the apple in his mouth as he went to the door, slipping on his boots and shutting the door behind him.

You hummed in reply, hearing the pine door click shut. You tapped your fingers on your mug, and sighed. "Guess that means I'll start the day, too." You said to yourself, getting up from your chair and stretching.

As you rung the bell for the livestock to come graze, you looked up. The sun was finally peaking through the clouds. You smiled, and adjusted your bandana over your hair. The early autumn sun finally made it's debute, warming the air. You lived for days like this.

Patting one of your cows, you watched as they grazed. You then hopped out of the fenced pasture, and double checked your sprinklers.

You smiled as your chores were done for the day, and decided to head into town.

You weren't expecting March to not be at the forge.

"Oh, he's manning the till today!" Olric said, smelting bars of iron at the forge. He wiped his forehead with an old rag. "I felt like making nails today, so he's taking care of the shop!" He explained. You smiled, and nodded.

"Alright. I'll leave you be, then!" You said, patting his shoulder as he continued. Olric nodded, knowing exactly where you were headed. He may have been dense at times, but he did know his brother like the back of his hand.

And you, the farmer girl, were making March change slightly for the better. Olric hummed happily, none the wiser.

"You're nuts," March said as he backed you against the wall of the shop storage room. "Coming in here, knowing what you do to me?" He hissed in your ear, his hands traveling to your hips. You shuddered, your grip on his shoulders tightening.

"I didn't...think you were gonna jump me as soon as I came in, March." You huffed, feeling his erection press into your thigh. You swallowed. "...Not that I'm gonna complain." As if to emphasize, you thrust your hips up against his, bumping into his bulge. He hissed, stilling your hips with his calloused hands.

"Fuck, don't-" he was cut off by his own need. "Shit..." he grunted, "can't be doing this right now..."

"And yet, you started it." You teased, giving him a cocky look. He sucked his teeth, his gaze darkening as his eye narrowed.

"Shut it."

"You first."

His lips landed on yours in a flurry, all tongue and teeth. He nipped at the fat of your bottom lip, causing you to gasp wantonly. He then licked over where he bit, and then licked the seam of your lips. "Lemme..." he grunted, and you knew what he wanted. Without words, you parted your lips, tongue meeting his own.

He went at a furious pace. He gripped your hair, bandana falling to the wayside as he fucked your throat. His face was scrunched up, a sweating and panting mess before you, looking down as you expertly swallowed around him. You had one hand, gripping his ass as the other fondled his sack. You looked up at him, eyes slightly watery from holding your gag reflex in check.

You could hear your spit dripping on the wooden floor beneath you as he jerked his hips violently. His scent wrapped around you, musky and sweaty-with the scent of the iron forge and burning coals highlighting it. The wet, squelching and sucking sounds of you devouring his cock only spurred him on faster, making you choke slightly.

"Thats....Ngh...take...take it...c'monc'monc'mon...!" He muttered. You couldn't tell if he was talking to you, or himself at this point.

Hm.

When he started to get selfish with your mouth, you decided enough was enough.

Time to knock him down a peg.

With a powerful jerk of your head, you pulled off him, a wet 'pop' noise reverberated in the small storage room. He stumbled back slightly into the door, and he gasped.

"H-hey, what the hell-?!" He was a mess. A flushed, sweaty, horny mess.

Good.

You wiped the back of your hand over your mouth, and took a few breaths. You looked up at him through your lashes, making him swallow audibly.

"...W-well?? Are...you gonna finish or wha-"

"No." You grinned madly. "Not this time."

Suddenly, you grabbed his cock. He flinched, and audibly moaned as you squeezed it, pre dripping to the floor and adding to your spittle. You smirked as you shoved it back into his pants, making him grunt uncomfortably. Before he could complain, you patted his now painful erection-bursting against the trousers he wore. "Have fun with this." You winked.

You might just be the devil incarnate.

As you opened the door to the storage room, light poured in. He watched you walk away, and out to the shop. Then, when he heard the bells on the door ring, he knew you had really left him there.

With blue balls.

He slumped against the wall of the storage room, looking shocked. Did you really just...?

You never did this before.

Ever.

And now, here he was. Cock painfully throbbing in his poorly done up trousers. Then, as if lightning struck him, he bolted out the storage room.

"Hey! You can't just-" the shop was empty, and his shoulders slumped. You really left it at that, huh?

Olric was humming happily, hammering out the iron sheets for more nails when March burst out of the shop. Olric looked up, smiling. "Hey, little bro! Whatcha doi-"

"Move." He hissed. Olric held up his hands. "Go take care of the shop."

"Huh? I thought-"

A clang of metal hushed Olric, as he watched his younger brother angrily hammer the metal out.

"Alright, I guess I'll be on shop duty..." the older brother inched over to the shop entrance, and quickly went inside. He knew when to leave March alone.

He also knew those nails probably wouldn't be pristine, either. Oh well. He shrugged as he sat behind the counter. That was for future Olric and March to worry about.

Meanwhile, March took out his frustrations against the metalwork-mind completely frazzled by your leaving him aching and wanting.

He was mad. How dare you? He didn't have to fuck you. Hell, he could just do what you just did. Leave you a wet mess-pussy soaked, tits begging to be fondled, nipples hard and...

Shit. He couldn't get you out of his mind. He felt his dick throb painfully. He slammed the hammer down again and again, each time his cock would twitch.

What had you done to him?

He knew, deep, deep down, he was the one who ached for you. When you first came into town, he couldn't help but notice you.

Your beauty. Your wit. Your determination.

Oh, he tried to ignore you-your stupid magnetism attracted everyone. And he couldn't blame them. But he wouldn't let himself fall so easily.

Until that day at the stone refinery in the mines.

Until you both had enough of the tension.

And now he can't live without it. Without your body. Without your damn presence.

Was he...?

No, of course not. Please. He had better things to do, and better-

His cock pulsed.

Shit.

He threw down the hammer, and tossed his gloves off. He ran his hands through his hair

What was he gonna do? He leaned against the anvil, staring at the sheets of metal.

Oh. Great. And he screwed up the sheets. He tossed them back into the forge.

You ruined him. Absolutely ruined him.

And the worst part? A part of him secretly liked it.

((I might do a part two.))

[karmaajr]

guys not the way I cried over my mum getting pissed at me outside our flat earlier and calling me a chav

for context, she called me on my phone a while back n started yelling at me n I was SO lost n turned out she only wanted me and my relative to go downstairs and pick up the shopping

n I tried to get our relative to wake up but bro js got pissy with me so I started stressing out on what I should tell my mum JUST when she calls me on my phone again

the convo follows:

-> *name* where the hell are you? it's freezing, I'm not getting all of this crap myself

-> my bad my bad, I'm uhm trying to find clothes to change into?? also *relatives name* won't wake up so what do I do??

-> I don't know! for God's sake do I have to do everything around here? just get down here

-> im still in my pjs tho...

-> I DONT CARE just come downstairs!! stop overcomplicating everything for once

-> okayokay sorry, I'll be down in a min after I find my coat

-> it's fine, it's pretty warm

i was kinda confused CUZ SHE LITERALLY SAID IT WAS FREEZING LIKE A MINUTE BEFORE??? but like, whatevs!! I still go find my coat though because like....... homie my pjs is a tank top and some thin pyjama trousers so HELL NO LMAOOO 😭😭😭

n I get downstairs after a bit n mum starts giving me stuff while giving me dirty looks and I'm like whatevs, she's probs in a bad mood cuz I was so slow n then MY DUMBASS makes the mistake of tucking my hair behind my ear 💀

which then reveals my collarbone more clearly and my mum absolutely LOSES HER SHIT OMG?!?! like girl starts screaming at me to zip up and starts saying how I look like a chav n like a....... ✨️paid adult fun timer in the making✨️ to make it PG for yall 😍😍

anyways like two minutes later our creepy neighbour pulls up and makes everything SM worse n even looks me up and down with a smirk while offering to "help us out while (my) baba is gone" as if im not literally younger than his eldest daughter 🙏🙏 (only by a year BUT STILL HOLY SHIT?? WE USED TO BE FRIENDS AS WELL SO IT MAKES IT SM WORSEE)

n ya the walk back upstairs adds to the shittiness of it all cuz mums talking shit about like, everybody in existence once again AND TALKING SMACK ABT OUR RELATIVE WHICH IS COMPLETELY FAIR CUZ OUR RELATIVE IS SO FUCKING ANNOYING OMG 💀💀💀🙏

anyways like half n hour ago I went to the living room (where my mum and sister are cuddling on the sofa watching some film that i wasnt told they were gna be watching so thats whatevs ig :D) after putting the kettle on boil and tried to check with my mum if she said what she actually said (cuz this happens a lot n she denies it afterwards which makes me feel like I'm going mad omg) and she starts laughing for like 2-3 minutes straight with me standing in the doorway on the verge of teats n my sister like "amma what word??? what word is she talking about????"

anyways I give up, pour myself some hot water after basically getting the confirmation and go to my mums room (2 bedroom flat and my relatives taken over my room atp) to cry LOL

then locked in a few minutes later BCUZ WHAT AM I CRYING OVER TF?!??!? STOP BEING A LIL BITCHHHHH????!? then I remember her absolute loathing for chavs and them lot, get upset again and blah blah now im listening to AMAZING ass covers on YouTube (on my ipad) n writing this so I can stop feeling upset omg 🙏🙏🙏 ANYWAYS BAI YALL WHO ACTUALLY BOTHERED TO READ THIS WHOLE THINGGG

[moonselune]

Hi Selune! Been reading and enjoying your work for ages.

I was wondering if you could do Jahiera and Minthara discussing the party and random things over wine in a hot tub, maybe with Karlach to make the tub hot. I would love it if it was a minthara who was going out with Karlach like she was learning about her partners idol for karlach as well.

Got a bit off track but yeah, I want to see the older ladies of the party gossiping over wine and having a bit of banter if thats alrighty :)

awe hellllllssss yeahhhhhhh

The spring was nestled in a secluded grove just outside Rivington, half-wild and steaming from beneath a mossy overhang. By all rights, it was little more than a mineral pool heated by the earth’s breath—but now, thanks to one grinning infernal engine, it had been transformed into a boiling, burbling oasis.

Karlach was the first to cannonball in, arms flung wide, her splash sending hot water over the edge.

“Hot Spring time!” she crowed, her engine hissing cheerfully under the surface like a kettle on the boil.

Minthara, ever poised, had entered with narrowed eyes and a mild sneer that had only grown slightly amused as she settled in beside Karlach, glaring at the bubbles as if they were personally offensive. Jaheira, laughing softly, had followed with a grace Minthara would never admit she admired, her goblet of wine held aloft with casual dignity.

Now the three of them reclined against the smooth stone edge, the steam curling around their shoulders, skin glowing in the fire-lit mist. A bottle of deep red wine sat uncorked nearby, and Jaheira had begun pouring into mismatched mugs, apparently unconcerned by the lack of proper goblets.

“So,” Karlach said, eyes gleaming as she leaned forward toward Jaheira, voice full of barely-contained glee. “Be honest. Was it true what they said? That you took down a tyrant with a handful of rebels, a wolf companion, and sheer willpower?”

Minthara rolled her eyes. “Karlach.”

“No, no, let her talk!” Karlach splashed enthusiastically. “She’s Jaheira. I had this woodcut of you growing up, you know—stood on a cliff with your staff in one hand and fire in the other, cape billowing like a badass. You looked like you could punch a dragon.”

Jaheira gave a warm, amused snort and took a sip of her wine. “I think the artist may have taken liberties. I don’t own a cape.”

“You should,” Karlach declared. “You’ve earned a cape.”

Minthara’s lips twitched, almost a smile. “You sound like a girl with a schoolgirl crush.”

Karlach leaned back against the stone and grinned shamelessly. “Hey, I didn’t say I was over it.”

Jaheira chuckled, brushing damp curls back from her face. “You’re flattering an old woman.”

“You’re not old,” Karlach said fiercely. “You’re seasoned. Like an enchanted blade.”

That got a real laugh out of Jaheira—low and rich and full of something far too rare these days: joy. “You’re ridiculous.”

“She’s always like this,” Minthara muttered, shaking her head, though the fondness in her tone betrayed her. She reached out beneath the water and found Karlach’s hand, fingers intertwining with practiced ease.

Karlach glanced over, caught Minthara’s eye, and softened. “Only for people who matter.”

Jaheira watched the exchange quietly, her sharp gaze turning curious. “And how are the two of you faring? I admit I didn’t expect to see Minthara of all people gritting her teeth through romantic affection.”

Minthara gave her a dry look. “It’s... new. Intolerably warm.”

“I’m right here, babe,” Karlach said, elbowing her gently.

Minthara raised an eyebrow. “Precisely.”

Jaheira smirked. “You’re more like me than you think. Gods know I had to learn how to let someone hold my heart without drawing blood.”

There was a pause, the warmth of the spring seeping into their bones, the quiet between them not uncomfortable, but thoughtful.

Karlach leaned forward again, voice softer now. “Did you ever think you’d still be here? Still fighting, still leading people? I mean, I always thought heroes burned bright and vanished. But you—you’re still here.”

Jaheira looked into her mug, turning it slightly in her hands. The firelight cast shadows in her eyes.

“I thought I’d be long gone,” she admitted. “But life has a way of keeping you rooted when you least expect it. There’s always someone else to protect. A cause that needs more blood than you can give.”

Karlach nodded slowly. “You make it look like it’s worth it.”

“It is worth it,” Jaheira said, firmly now. Then her gaze flicked to the two of them. “Especially when I see how far we've come. Who we’re allowed to love. Who’s strong enough to keep choosing it.”

Minthara, uncharacteristically quiet, shifted slightly. Her hand remained in Karlach’s. She didn’t speak, but the rare softness on her face said everything.

Karlach looked at both of them—at her childhood idol, at the drow woman beside her whose love still made her chest feel too small—and said simply, “This is the best thing I never thought I’d get to have.”

A little drabble for y'all. Hope you enjoy it! - Seluney xox

If you want to support me in other ways | Help keep this moonmaiden caffeinated x

[persephone11110]

A Web Of Lies | J. Seresin

warnings: past physical abuse, past domestic violence-> old traditional views of how women are supposed to be,victim blaming—self victim blaming, hurt/comfort, protective jake seresin, mentions of throwing up and being on your period, oc death-> mentions of alcohol abuse and car accident

summary:“Y/n sometimes it best if women are seen and not heard,sometimes its best if you just take the hits and don’t react”. Mama tells you while holding an icepack to her swollen eye.

AN: do i need therapy or do i need keep writing oc’s with childhood trauma?

ocs: Betty L/n, Harry L/n, Darren

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THIS STORY IS ABOUT DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND GENERATIONAL TRAUMA AND MISOGYNISTIC SOCIETIAL VIEWS SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL

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Women are seen not heard.

It’s a phrase you learned as a little girl, it’s an assumption youv’e lived by for awhile, taking it in consideration when saw your dad first hit your mom, when Darren first slapped you. Its always the women fault— it can never be the man fault.

You didn’t learn this lesson until your eight years old, when your father facade cripples quickly. Before this happened he was sweet to you, always calling you his princess, having tea parties with you—throwing you over his shoulder.

His laughter was loud and clear , just like yours until it isn’t. Your dad is everything a man is supposed to be until he isn’t. The loudness that once meant happiness turns into—loud agressive shouting, when it’s him and mama alone together.

Well they think their alone together. Your wandering down the staircase to see were he went as he promised to read you the cinderella story again—like he did most nights, reading to you until your snores filled the room.

They’re fighting again which isn’t surprising to say the least. Your parents always argued whether it was in hushed tones or it was so loud that your neighbors next door would come over and make sure everything was fine.

“Betty it wouldn’t be like this if you just made me happy!”,his voice booms, bouncing off the walls. He doesn’t look like he usually does, his hair was messy opposed to the gel back look he normally wore, his clothes has stains on it- something that was unheard of until tonight.

You swear mama not breathing after you watched daddy ball his fist up, striking her across the face. The cracking sound echoes throughout the living room, mama on the ground holding the right side of her face.

You go to open your mouth, worried for your mama. But before you can your nanny Louisa gently wraps her hand around your mouth. “Shh little one, lets get to bed–theres school remember”. Louisa picks you up and you lean your head on her shoulder, leaving your mama bleeding on the cold floor alone.

It makes mama stop arguing with daddy, his combat boots were heavy aganist the floor as he leaves through the front door— using all his strength to slame it.

In the morning you notice how quiet mama is, how red and swollen her face is. “Louisa taking you to school today Y/n” her voice is small and soft.

“Mama why did daddy hit you?”. She almost drops the kettle onto the ground, mama didn’t know you were there watching the vicious scene unfold.

Thats the day your mama infamous words get stuck in your head,“Sometimes mama makes daddy mad, sometimes women must be seen and not heard”.

It words that stay with Y/n for over an decade.

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Circa of 2002

Your in your junior year of college when the lesson your mom taught you is sitting in the back of your mind.

Just take the hit Y/n, it makes life easier.

Your relationship with Darren is so fresh, yet your already mimicking how your mom acts around your dad. Your already walking on eggshells with him, he already rolls his eyes when you forget to give him the answers to the psychologyhomework—it meant your walking on thin line of his frustration.

Sometimes you think you deserve the bruises that riddle your body, how many times have you forgotten to call him back, when he tells you to. Sometimes he’s annoyed with how much you move in your sleep, “I can’t sleep Y/n if you move so much”.

Your relationship with Darren was the true epitome of Opposite Attracts. Like today you got excited telling Darren about the release of the book Coraline. You remembered him reminding you to calm down, him telling you didn’t care about his day.

Or when your on your period and he insists that your fine, and how you had the tendency to overreact when it came to your pain. How he’s sighs when your own the ground cleaning up your throw up as the cramps had gotten worse. Telling you its 2AM in the morning and he’s desperately trying to sleep, and now he can’t.

The guilt eats away at you for days, now when you get your period you slept on the bathroom floor.

You don’t have friends anymore, as Darren had grown controlling of your social life. “Am I not enough for you, Y/n?”. Your friends grow tired of seeing you so bruised, they grow tired of trying to help someone who didn’t want the help. Its just you and Darren now–at least he didn’t grow tired of you.

It took ten years for you to leave, your about two years into your nursing job. Your a hypocrite, as you stood infront of a woman in a coma, her husband had beaten to her within an inch of her life and the only chance she had at living was a medical induced coma.

Here you were holding her hand telling her it wasn’t her fault. “Sometimes we believe we don’t deserve better and we believe there is no one out there who will ‘love’ us”. You sighed, lifting one hand to wipe away your tears.

You left him-leaving the state and finding a job all the way in Miramar, California—changing your cell number and email. A phone call from your mother makes you almost burst out laughing,“Y/n I’m so sorry for your loss sweetheart he was such a nice boy”. Darren drinking habit has gotten worse, he managed to flip his car over on its side. You didn’t feel like telling her about the break up - there was no use anway, as she’ll tell you to beg for his love again, like all the other times.

Present

You sitting across from Jake, staring at him waiting for him to tell you how much you suck at cooking. Waiting for him to pick up the dish and chuck it over your head—listening to him pop open another beer, the plate and flood sliding down the wall.

It doesnt come, its never going to.

Jake gives you a soft smile, and he reaches for your hand to hold it, as he eats.“God damn darlin, you put your entire foot in it”.

“Thank you Jake”, You push your chair back, moving to collect his dish. He softly grips your hand, stopping you from moving.

“Darlin I have legs—finish your food first”. He drops a kiss onto your head before walking to the kitchen. His southern drawl thicker than usual.

Darren did always say you were stubborn. You were standing infront of the sink washing all the dishes that had been used for dinner. Despite Jake telling you didn’t have to.

“Y/n is cleaning so hard for you?”.

“Is it so hard for my girlfriend to clean up after herself?”, your holding a cold beer to your swollen face.

“Darlin, no”. Jake wraps his arms around you not caring about your wet clothes. “Let me do it Y/n”. He gently pushes you into the kitchen chair.

Jake doing the dishes right now.

Something your dad wouldn’t dare do for your mom,“Betty I’m tired the least my wife can do is clean up for me”. Darren wouldn’t neither—“Goodnight Y/n, or I’m watching the game”, leaving you in the dark kitchen alone.

Jake Seresin isn’t them, Jake isn’t the man you’ve spent majority of your life scared of. It’s takes time for you believe that, it takes time for you to believe his words,“I will never lay a hand on you Y/n”.

It took some time but staring at him washing the dishes singing along with Beyoncé you start to believe him. You know for certain that Jacob Grant Seresin is not like them—he can’t be.

[anonyymouslyyours]

spencer reid x bau!reader and it’s just fluff like maybe him comforting her after a hard case or smth

you were quick girl! this was like healing to write <3

warnings: mmm, none mostly just fluff post-case stuff. spencer reid obvs

you have papers to fill out, forms to sign. you know this. but still, you sit at your desk, staring off into space. the last case was difficult. hotch nearly took you off it. you typically dont do well with certain cases... and this one hit home.

you stare blankly at the papers in front of you, running a hand through your hair and sighing. its late, and as far as your aware nobody else is in the office. that is, until you hear soft, yet familiar, footsteps.

you turn, smiling softly when you see reid.

"hi." you say, quietly. the office was empty, most of the lights were off.

"hi. your here late? are you alright?" he asks, he looks concerned, his eyebrows pinched as he looks at you.

"mhm, i mean the last case was a bit.." you exhale heavily, look up at him, hoping he understands.

"yes. it was." he pauses, looking thoughtful. "want a cup of tea?" he asks, nodding towards the bau kitchen.

you nod, tea sounded good. your throat felt dry and your voice was hoarser then usual.

"earl grey.. right?" he asks, as you reach the kitchen, and he flicks on the kettle, busying himself with making you a tea.

"thats right." you smile, he always remembers the smallest things, its sweet.

you lean against the counter, watching him. its pathetic (almost), who much you want him to give you a hug. your craving psychical touch, especially after your last case.

he notices you watching him, always observant, spencer is. he looks at you for a moment. your tea is brewing.

"would you.. uh- like a hug?" he whispers, reading your mind.

you smile, nodding. "yes please spencer."

he steps forward, allowing his arms to wrap around your body, and pull you close. you relax into his chest, the feeling so familiar. his hand reaches to stroke along your back, in a comforting manner. he squeezes you softly, pulling your body into his.

"theres always going to be hard cases.. but if you ever want to talk." he whispers.

you nod, grateful for him. "thank you spence."

[explodingstar]

I Miss You Simon (Pt 2.)

Warnings: Choking, slight degrading

Pairings: Simon Riley x f!reader

You wake up and look at your phone through squinted eyes. “Ah fuck thats too bright.” You say as you immediately turn your phone brightness down. You look at the time and see it reads 10:35AM. You remember staying up last night being on the phone with Simon for over an hour then you recall him saying he would be home today. “Oh…OH NO” You get up in a hurry to take a quick shower because he said he would be back around 11 or so. You rush into the bathroom grabbing a quick change of clothes to get out of the lingerie you were wearing last night for him. As you toss it onto the tile floor and hop in the shower it actually hits you that he will be home in like 30 minutes. You can only imagine what hes going to do when he gets here. You smile to yourself as you wash your hair with a nice smelling floral shampoo and conditioner. You get out of the shower not even 10 minutes after getting in and get into some clean clothes. Just a tanktop with a pair of pants. 

You go into the kitchen to turn on the tea kettle so Simon can have some hot tea when he gets in. You know its his favorite. As you are making an egg and cheese biscuit for breakfast you hear the latch on the front door and heavy footsteps walk into the house. You look around the corner of the kitchen wall and see Simon putting his bag down. 

“Darling! Im home!” You run up to him and give him a big hug to which he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder and walks into the bedroom. He still has all of his gear on, his mask, his vest, his boots, everything. “I missed you so much Simon!” You say with a giggle and a smile. “I missed you too darling” he says while leaning down to wrap his arms around you in a warm embrace. He walks into the bathroom and comes out a couple minutes later with the lingerie that you were wearing for him last night. 

“Put it on.” He demands. You grab it from him and start putting it on like he ordered. 

“Yes sir.” You change in front of him and grabs the front of his pants to adjust his hardening cock you would assume. 

“‘Atta good girl.” He picks you up by the hips and puts you on the edge of the bed and unzips his pants. He grabs the lace lingerie with each hand and rips it with ease. You smirk knowing how badly hes been waiting for this at least sense last night. You look down at him and see his erect cock slick with his precum. Before you could even think he grabs your thighs and pulls you up onto his cock with a growl escaping his lips underneath his mask. “Uugh Fuck..” Simon says as you roll your eyes back and close them letting out a moan yourself.

He puts one hand around your throat and one grabbing your hip as he continues to thrust into you. “S…Simon im going to c…cum!” You say between breaths as you hold onto his big muscular forearm. Don’t.. I’m not finished with you yet.” He says between his teeth. Your back arches off of the bed and he lets out a little chuckle as he looks down at your now dripping cunt. “Oh you just couldn’t wait could ya?”

Simon releases the hold he has on your throat and takes off his mask but continues to keep his pace. “Goddamn you’re such a needy bitch fa me” He starts fucking you harder and faster and you know hes about to reach his climax but you are too..again. You feel his grip tighten on your hips and you just know you’re going to have bruises on them later today. All of a sudden his hot sticky seed starts dripping out of your pussy and down between your legs as you cum at the same time. Simon slowly pulls out of you and zips his pants back up. 

“And thats for teasing me last night sweetheart.” He says with a grin.

“Well maybe I should tease you more often”

A/N: Part 2!! Yippie! If anyone has any requests please ask! I have a couple ideas yet I want to get done soon!

[wisterialagoon]

I saw that you do things with My Hero Academia, so I was wondering if you could write something with Mr. Compress please? There's not enough content of him. (T＿T)

Of course!! This man is sooo under appreciated! I wasn't sure exactly what you wanted so I've done a little fluffly/comfort drabble!

You knew what getting into a relationship with a villain would be like before you did, so you weren't particularly sure why you felt so down right now.

Atsuhiro was out again tonight on another mission with the league, and the loneliness was really setting in. It had been weeks since you got to fall asleep with him by your side. You were beginning to feel miserable.

Shuffling in your bed, you turn over to check the time and your alarm clock blares 3.37am back at you. With a groan you get up to make yourself a cup of tea, maybe it would help you fall back asleep.

As you go to turn the kettle on, the sound of keys jingling in the door grabs your attention. An exhausted looking Atsuhiro stumbles in and your heart pangs. He looks like he hasn't slept in weeks, while you were home feeling sorry for yourself, he was out fighting for a change.

"Hey my love, why're you awake?" he trudges over to you, pulling you into a hug.

"Just lost track of time," you mumble softly into his chest. "Mhm, you sure ? You look sad," he softly tilts your head up to him, examining your face.

"Of course, I just had some work to get done," you lie.

Pouting, he takes hold of your hand and drags you into your shared bedroom, sitting you both down on the bed. "I think you're lying to me," he smiles softly. "What's got you so down, hmm?"

"S'nothing," you mumble, looking anywhere but his eyes. You can't burden him with petty things like missing him. He's always been so clear what his purpose was, how he wanted to help shape the world in his own grandiose way.

You knew you had no right to burden him with your own worries. "C'mon, you know you can tell me anything right? I just want to make sure my sweet girl is okay," he pouts.

You look into his eyes hesitating, "I don't know, I just..."

He looks at you encouragingly, urging you to go on. "I just miss you I guess. I mean, it's hard going to sleep without you here, and I know it's selfish, and that you-"

"Aww, my sweet girl," he cuts off your rambling, "thats not selfish at all, looks like I've been negelecting you huh."

He pulls you closer to him, letting your head rest under his chin, he strokes you hair gently. "I know I've been away a lot recently, it sucks for me too, I'm always missing you."

"I get why you have to be away, you're doing what you believe in," you wrap your arms around him and hold him tighter.

He shifts the two of you to lie down in bed, whie you're getting cozy, he leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips. You lean into the kiss, sighing happily.

He pulls away from the kiss and holds you closer, "I promise I'll plan my time a little better, so I can be here with you more often."

"Mm, sounds good," you mumble, already falling asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat. He chuckles and squeezes you gently, already falling asleep himself.

[lewkwoodnco]

my tears ricochet but in the context of locklyle after lucy leaves in thb:

"even on my worst day did I deserve babe all the hell you gave me" -> lockwood being so emotionally stunted didnt know how to work thru his feelings in any way other than distancing himself for lucy through no fault of hers (or his technically)

"I swear I loved you till my dying day" -> even throughout their fight/all the way till she left (and even beyond that) lucy loved lockwood so much despite how cold he was to her and how hurt she felt GIVE MY GIRL A BREAK

"you know I didn't want to have to haunt you" -> lucy and lockwood being irrevocably tied to each other

"I didn't have it in myself to go with grace" -> all the fights with holly where lucy was acting arguably petty/immature but only because she was losing her favourite person to someone else

"and you're the hero flying around, saving face" -> lockwood always wanting to preserve his/the company's reputation, wanting to be the best/the 'hero,' acting distant from lucy cuz he wouldn't confront/accept the reality of their relationship (+ strain from him wishing she wouldnt be so reckless which like LOL pot kettle black etc)

"and if I'm dead to you why are you at the wake?" -> pre aickmere's incident, where lucy was getting more and more desperate but he was still so cold towards her

"cursing my name, wishing I stayed" -> sums up lockwood's complicated/conflicting feelings about lucy SO well, he loves her but also hates her for putting herself in danger and is so scared of being that vulnerable with her UGHH

"cause when I'd fight you used to tell me I was brave" -> this is like all those times when lucy went along w lockwood even when he was being reckless cuz HELL if she was going to let him be reckless alone, and they kind of understood each other on that level the way no one else in the series rlly does like its this sacred mutual recognition thats so special to them, but the "you USED to tell me" indicating how their relationship has disintegrated and how that special bond/ANY kind of special bond btw them is rapidly dissolving. also abt how lucy who has been so tough and strong all alone for so long in her life rlly valued lockwood's support/started to need him (was quite bad off without him in her apartment). ofc she's brave and a part of her knows it, but that warmth of having someone stand by your side to catch u if u fall?? irreplacable

"I can go anywhere I want just not home" -> self-explanatory

"you can aim for my heart go for blood but you would still miss me in your bones" -> references how mean he was towards her but underlying all that was his love and need for her still </3 also, connotation of bones = skeleton = death = the empty grave waiting for him??

"and I still talk to you when I'm screaming at the sky"/"and when you cant sleep at night you hear my stolen lullabies" -> lockwood esp is so haunted by lucy after she leaves, 'screaming' referencing lucy's predisposition to get mad rather than sad, lockwood's insomnia like it all just lines up so WELL

"and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves" -> battleships symbolising all the visitors they fought together + maybe even more personal things like helping lockwood process the death of his family, lucy's trauma etc (their shared battles), all of that being left to be eroded by time as if it never existed, as if the thousand tiny moments that made up their relationship never happened

"you turned into your worst fears" -> come off it you know I'd die for you = his number one fear is LOSING LUCY which he does when she leaves. not exactlyyy the same cyz she's still alive but without him there to '''''protect''''' her (he is so that kind of bf) its one step towards this nightmare of his materialising

"tossing out blame, drunk on this pain" -> blaming himself (which is only partially warranted), acting so out of character, becoming even more reckless as he writhes with the pain of losing lucy, becoming more detached from the value of his life etc, almost manic in the haze of his agony

In conclusion, look at how lucy's tears ricochet. thank you for coming to my ted talk

also totally not thinking abt an au where lucy dies after leaving but before she returns because she never stopped loving him even when they were fighting

[ultimate-character-design]

Hey mod! Youre doing great. Youve been really patient and understanding and thats pretty shocking to see online.

If you were up to it would you wanna do a 20 questions? Ignore this if not but

Favorite...

Animal? Show/movie? Book? Song? Band? Game? Food? Snack? Drink? Hobby?

And then character/design related...

Favorite male character? Favorite female character? Favorite other character? Character designer? Design tropes?

That isnt 20 questions but i figured it would be way too long and i dont wanna stress you out lmao. Dont answer this if you dont want to just wanted to show my support

Thank you very much for your kind words! And wow, that's a lot of questions. But I want to try answering them as best as I can.

Favorite animal is octopus.

The show/movie changes but currently it is Wind Breaker, favorite book is The Little Prince but if you wanted like a more common answer, I would say Magnus Chase

My favorite song is All There Is by Mighty Inconvenient (she is a close friend of mine!) I'd say she's also my favorite band, but that probably counts as bias so I will go with Starset or Hollywood Undead.

My favorite games are Stardew Valley, Minecraft, and Death's Door

My favorite food is technically roast beef and cheddar sandwiches, but cheeseburgers are a very close second and more convenient. Snack wise, I love kettle chips or pockey, and drink wise I'm rather plain. I just like cold water.

And for my hobby, I like to design characters :)

Now the harder part haha

Favorite male character is Sampo from Honkai: Star Rail.

Favorite female character is Toph Beifong from Avatar: The Last Airbender

(I can't lie. Silly men and strong and cool women are my favorite types of characters)

For other character, I assume you just mean a character with either no gender or like a creature? In which case my favorite would be Wall-E or the Minecraft Warden.

My favorite character designer is Naoki Saito!

My favorite design tropes are masks, boys with long hair, girls with short hair, cyborg limbs, and insect or octopus motifs. I'm sure there's more that I'm unaware of

Sorry this response took so long, Anon. I was trying to think, and that is very hard to do

[chloenotfound404]

more dad!copia please!!!!

Well, here is these moments part two! Currently now working on the part three because there’s too much to write 💀.

WARNINGS- None again, just a shit load of fluff. Some depictions of pregnancy sickness but thats it <3.

(Edit- here’s part one why my phone doesn’t let my hyper link idk-)

These moments part 2 ~ dad!copia x fiancée!reader

(Small little time skip through a few days from part one)

You sit comfortably at your desk in the small office in the joint room, Copia looking through papers across the hall as he worked through his paperwork and duties for the day. You sigh and wince slightly, the all too familiar nausea hitting your stomach as you work away. The ice water on your desk slowly deprecating as you tried to rid the feeling. You had to tell him soon, and he planned a date tonight, this was perfect.

The twins sat babbling and giggling in the living room as they play away with their dolls and toys. You smile softly hearing them as you stood up slowly and walked to Copia’s office, gently knocking at the door. His attention snapped up to you from whatever papers you were working on and he smiled softly, his eyes kind yet tired as the looked up at you.

“Ah, dolce, do you eh, need anything?” He asked, sitting back in his chair. You cant help but smile at the sigh that came from his lips as his body stretched out and relaxed.

“No no, just wanted to see if you needed anything, thats all dear,” You chuckle, tilting your head softly with a giggle seeming the twins sprint to Copia.

He chuckles and picks them up, Prudence in one arm and Lilith in the other. In his typical playful fashion, he spins them around being careful to not bump into something. He smiles over at you and keeps them in his arms. “Well, a kiss with coffee would be nice~,” He teases, smirking over at you as the girls both let out a collective ‘eww’ at the mere mention of a kiss.

You go to turn back to the living quarters before turning around at the squeals of your little girls. You cant help but giggle seeing Copia put them on the couch of his office in the little library nook and start ticking them and ruffling their hair. “What’s wrong with kisses, eh?” He joked with your girls, their small squeaks making your heart burst as he kisses along their cheeks much to their playful detest. He needed to unwind and take a little break from his work, and this was the cutest way to do that. You chuckle and watch on for a little longer before that pang of nausea hits again, prompting you to walk to the kitchen.

You walk back to the living space, smiling softly at the squeals and giggles of your two girls and the laugher of your fiancée can still be herd in the kitchen on the opposite side of the hall. You hum softly and fill up the water pitcher and the kettle, flicking the kettle on before heading to the small office of yours to place the pitcher on the bedside. You hunch feeling a small kick in your stomach the pain not making the smile fade, your new arrival was kicking ever so softly as you walk back and make Copia’s coffee. You pour in the milk just the way he likes it and stir it before taking it back through to his office.

Your heart was too full at the kicking of the baby in you and the squeaks and giggles from your girls and the love of your life. You gently place the mug on his desk and walk over to them in the library nook. “Ok ok darlings, daddy needs too do his work,” You chuckle, Standing with your hands on your hips as your eyes look up at Copia, “And you, you need your work to be done,” you tease Copia.

He frowns playfully as the girls leap up and run to the living room again. “Aww, i was having fun,” he chuckles, standing up and holding your waist as he shuffled closer to you. You giggle softly at the feeling of his slight stubble brushing your neck as he gently places a kiss under your ear.

“Well, you can have your fun after the paperwork is done, mhm?” You smirk softly, kissing his lips like he wanted. “There’s your kiss and coffee, both just how you like them,” You giggle, beginning to walk back to your office space.

You hear his chuckle as he sits back down, smiling softly as you shut the door behind you. You swiftly sit down and begin to get back to your work. The day slowly growing to night as you work endlessly to finish your duties. Not long after the sun had set, you finished your work and stood up from the desk. Your body aching from being sat in the same position for hours as you walk through to the living room, you jump slightly seeing Copia sat there with the two girls as they talk about their day and what i had been doing. “Mummy was writing, a lot,” Prudence babbled out, Lilith nodding. “And! And mummy was always getting water!” Lilith stated making you panic slightly as you sit beside them. Copia looks up at you, a slight concern over his face as he hears that.

“It’s just been one of those days, not been feeling 100%,” you mutter, knowing you were lying but you didn’t want to spill it quite yet. He nods softly and stands up, making sure the girls stay seated.

“Well, mummy and I have a little date so you troublemakers will be in the hands of Uncle Swiss,” he stated, helping you up as you groan slightly. That pang in your stomach stronger than before. Both the girls squealed in excitement at the mention of Swiss, you and Copia both knew they loved Swiss and Swiss took amazing care of them anyway.

You both start getting ready, you subtly slipping a small box and envelope into your purse as Copia turns his back to you. You smile seeing him in his casual wear as you were in the loungewear you typically. You both decided on a casual night together since it was such a long work day. You hear Swiss enter and the two girls squeal and run to him as you walked through. Copia lets out a soft giggle and pulls the girls back gently, “Hey, let Swiss get in first, eh?” He chuckled, smiling at Swiss. Both girl run over again as Swiss sits down, both you and Copia heading out the door. You mouth ‘thank you’ to Swiss as you leave, closing the door behind you both.

You sigh softly at the quietness of the halls, holding Copia’s had slightly tighter than usual. He rubs a thumb over your knuckles softly as he senses the nerves in you. “Has ministry work been stressing you out, Tesoro?” He asked softly, opening up the garden doors for you both as you step into the cool night air. You nod and start speaking as you make your way over to the little gazebo where a small buffet was laid out.

“I mean, doing duties, being a tutor, a mother and also doing chores does stress you out,” You chuckle, biting your lip as another tiny kick pushes in your stomach as you sit down. He smiles softly and grabs food for the both of you as you lay out the blanket and pillows on the marble flooring of the sheltered area.

“Lilith mentioned how stressed you seemed in the last month or so,” He mumbled, placing your plate of pasta in front of you. “Dolce, are you sick? Why are you so stressed?” He asked, his head tilting and his eyes full of concern.

You sigh and fiddle with the pasta, debating if you should tell him now or not. You had to tell him anyway, might as well do it now.

you chuckle softly and take a bite of pasta before holding the box and envelope in your hands in front of him, your nerves making h your hands tremble. He cocks his head to the side and takes the box and envelope, confusion in his eyes as he looks up at you again. “Go on,” You chuckle, sitting with your legs by your side as you eat the pasta slowly.

He opens the box first, his eyes widening seeing the positive pregnancy test in the box, adorned with a blue ribbon. He now eagerly opens the envelope, looking at the image of the ultrasound in his slightly trembling hands. He looks up at you much like a child on Christmas as he holds both in his hands. “Are-are you?…” he whispers softy, tears clouding his vision as he looks at you.

You nod softly and roll up the lounge top which you lived in at this point, showing a raised bump as you smile seeing his glossy eyes look at the bump. “Darling, I’m eating for two now,”

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