#like they better ruin my whole YEAR okay i want to be crying over the three of them in that scene ALL NIGHT

[atopvisenyashill]

anyone here like mcr. is that too tumblr 2010 even tho they’ve released new music that everyone should listen to anyways.

so anyways i have a wip alicent/aegon fanmix i like to listen to when i’m reading fanfiction and i tend to build fanmixes by just throwing songs i think fit and then relistening 30 times to make sure they all flow together and i threw mama in there thinking it wouldn’t really fit and i’d probably have to take it out but it Does fit and also

I got really excited about his death scene again aksjsjdj i literally can’t wait to watch a burned, high off milk of the poppy, can barely walk Aegon start screaming and crying and spitting in Baela’s face with her head on a block because Sunfyre just died while Alicent is standing a few feet away begging him to stop and just take the black.

[togrowoldinv]

Worth the Wait

Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

When Wanda calls you after five years of no contact, you go to her house to talk to her. Some old (and some new) feelings come to light

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, mommy kink, oral (R and W receiving), fingering

Note: Enjoy!

Milf Wanda Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Wanda was a constant in your life until one day she wasn’t. It’s the classic story that is as old as time. She met someone and went off to start a family.

You tried not to let the distance between you two bother you, but deep down in your core it did.

Wanda had always been your friend, your shoulder to cry on, and sometimes even your release for when you both needed to just let loose. You didn’t mean to get attached to her, not really, but she was so beautiful.

Five years have passed since you last saw Wanda. So, when she called you today you didn’t know what to say. Wanda asked you to come to her home and that she needed you. For no reason other than the fact that you have feelings for her still, you drove a few hours to her house.

You stand outside now, ready to knock on the door. Your heart pounds in your chest.

“Y/n!” Wanda says when she opens the door. “Thank you for coming.”

She throws herself into your arms and hugs you. You’re taken aback but you wrap your arms around her waist eventually. You follow her inside once the hug is over.

“What’s going on, Wanda?” You ask her.

“Well, I just wanted to talk to you about some things that have happened,” Wanda says. “Please sit. I’ll get you a drink.”

You nod and sit on the couch to wait for Wanda. You notice the photos on the bookshelves that line the living room. Not one has Wanda’s husband in it.

“Hope you still like white wine,” Wanda says as she walks back into the living room.

“I do,” you say. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Wanda sits a few feet from you, careful not to be too close. You take a sip of the wine. It’s decent, but you’re too confused by this interaction to really care.

“So, I’ll just come right out and say it,” Wanda begins. “Vision and I got a divorce.”

You try not to physically react to her news. And keep your voice steady as you speak.

“I’m sorry, Wanda. That must be hard,” you say.

“It hasn’t been the easiest thing, but it’s better than how our marriage was going,” Wanda explains. There’s a hint of sadness to her voice but she seems otherwise content. “The boys are okay. They’re adjusting to the split custody.”

“May I ask why you guys called it quits?” You ask. “Only if you want to talk about it.”

“Yeah, you can ask,” Wanda says. “I guess we just weren’t in the same place in life. He was working a lot and I wanted to have more kids. It just wasn’t possible for us to get through a day without yelling at each other and ruining everything we built.”

You nod along with her words. All of these things are what you worried about happening to Wanda. You knew she settled back when she got married and started a family. Of course, you never told her that though.

“And I think that I just always wanted something different,” Wanda admits. She moves half an inch closer to you. A small amount, but you notice.

“So you’re happy now?” You ask her.

“I think I’m on my way to being happy, yes,” Wanda says. “Y/n, I’m really sorry I lost touch with you.”

“It happens.” You shrug. “You had a whole family to tend to.”

“It’s no excuse,” Wanda says. “Can I be honest?”

“Yeah, always.”

Wanda now makes a more pronounced move towards you and she sits right against you. Her thigh brushes yours. She looks deeply into your eyes.

“I pushed you away because I think I was in love with you,” Wanda says.

“Oh, Wanda, I-“

“No, you don’t have to say anything,” she says quickly. “I just- I wanted you to know.”

You shake your head. You don’t want her to change the subject. Instead, your body moves on instinct and you place your hand on her face.

“Wanda,” you whisper. “I was in love with you too.”

She gasps just a little bit and you take the opportunity to lean in and kiss her lips. It’s soft at first, slow and gentle as you remember the feeling of her lips on yours.

“Fuck, I need you,” Wanda mumbles against your lips. “I miss the way you used to touch me.”

“Yeah?” You ask. “Wanda, when’s the last time someone touched you properly?”

“The last time you did, baby,” Wanda says. “No one ever touches mommy the right way.”

Her words go straight to your core and you ache for her. Some things never change. You kiss her again. This time with all the fervency you can muster.

Your hands find their way under her shirt and you lift it over her head. Pushing Wanda back onto the couch, you get to work kissing down her neck. Wanda lets out beautiful sounds as you do so.

“God, I missed you,” Wanda says. “I want you to fuck me, baby.”

“I will, mommy,” you tell her.

You move your focus to her breasts. They’ve gotten bigger since you last had sex with her. Your fingers take on one nipple as your mouth plays with the other.

“Suck on them,” Wanda says. She pulls your head further into her. You do as she says.

When she starts getting sensitive, she whimpers at your every suckle.

“Y/n, fuck, that feels so good,” Wanda moans.

Eventually, you move down her body and slip her pants off. She’s not wearing any underwear, so you dive into her. You lick a long stripe up her wet pussy. Wanda shivers at the feeling.

“Oh, I’ve missed this. All for me,” you say before you lick at her again.

“All for you, sweetheart,” Wanda says.

You take her clit in your mouth and use your fingers to make her feel good. Wanda moans as you move your fingers in and out of her.

“I’m going to come,” Wanda says, her head thrown back in pleasure.

You pick up the pace and Wanda coats your fingers with cum. Letting her body relax, you slowly stop your movements.

When you sit up, you bring your fingers to Wanda’s mouth.

“I know you want to suck on them, Mommy,” you say.

Wanda’s mouth opens in shock but also to suck your fingers. She takes her time licking every digit clean. You feel heat pooling in your underwear at the sight.

“It’s your turn,” Wanda says.

She kisses you and practically rips your clothes off. You let her take control. Wanda lays back and pulls your hips to position your center over her face.

She licks you as her hands grip your ass. You move your hips at a quick pace to fuck yourself with her tongue.

“Wanda,” you gasp out as you get close.

“Mmm,” she hums against you, perfectly content.

You come hard against her and she cleans you up. Wanda moves back to an upright position and pulls you into her lap. She kisses you and runs her tongue along yours.

“You’ve always had my heart and my body,” Wanda says. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize that sooner.”

“We have each other now, Wanda,” you say.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you too.”

You kiss her lips and you both are ready to taste each other again.

From that day forward, Wanda is a constant in your life again. And so are her two boys. Sometimes love just takes its sweet time, but Wanda was well worth the wait.

[songmingisthighs]

Good Neighbour

group : ateez

pairing : nerd!seonghwa × neighbour!reader

genre : smut, neighbours au

word count : 3.8 k

warning : smut, mdni, explicit sex (piv), mentions of watersports (no actual action), seonghwa mentioning he watches porn, unprotected sex, mentions of Seonghwa pleasuring himself to the thought of (y/n), (y/n)'s kind of a brat ??

a/n : happy seonghwa day !!! :D though i'm in singapore, i still want to post this and i did it !!! >:)

buy me coffee ?

Frantic knocks on Seonghwa's door made him almost smash his lego Death Star by accident. Thankfully, he only smacked his hand on the side of his table. Though painful, he'd have that over ruining the thing he had been working on for the whole day and was three-fourths way done.

The knocks on the door became relentless and bordering on incessant and honestly, it annoyed him quite a lot. He was hoping to have a quiet night in after hearing (and dealing) with the excitement around the apartment earlier. Plus, he promised his friend, San that the next time they hang out he would show him his finished lego Death Star so he could help conceptualize how to put them on display. So obviously, Seonghwa wanted to spend the day for himself, for his hobbies. It wasn't like Seonghwa would usually spend his time out, it was just that his time alone was usually spent on his work as a remote working cyber security expert. They truly benefit from Seonghwa's anxiety and tedious working tendencies but Seonghwa couldn't really complain.

When Seonghwa (finally) opened the door, he was so ready to scold whoever was on the other side, pissed that they annoyed him for no reason. But when he was met with the face of his crush, teary-eyed with her arms hugging her body tightly with a slight tremble, his anger melted away and his shoulders dropped. "(y/n)?" he called out, crouching down slightly to your height to be eye-level with you, "Are you okay? What's wrong? Have you been crying?" he asked, a worried look clear on his face. You had been the object of his affection for quite some times now and when he heard that your house had been burgled while you were at work, Seonghwa felt the most guilty because it was during the time he decided to go out and buy a new lego set for his collection. Had he waited to go a little longer, he would've been able to stop the burglary. Of course by calling someone, what can a nerd like him do? Offer to get pantsed as an exchange? That wouldn't be enough and he had a feeling that he would just make the situation worse. Considering that he only had a handful of experience with having a full conversation with you and every single time, he was so awkward. One time, he managed to spill his own coffee on himself, jumped and bumped his head to the wall behind him. You were nice enough to not make fun of him and even staying with him and iced his head. From then on he was down bad and he swore that he will try to be better for you. That was a year ago so please make your own conclusion.

You were sniffling and your eyes were shifting around warily, arms hugging your own body as a gesture of self preservation and comfort after experiencing a major trauma. "Can I stay here with you for a bit? I- I don't feel safe at home and none of my other friends are available," you sniffled sadly. Seonghwa couldn't help but skip a heartbeat at your words, focusing on the fact that you had indirectly called him your friend. While he would like to be more, he was more than happy that you thought so highly of him and he can only hope that when he finally make his move (whenever that is), his happiness would be tenfold. Whilst trying to suppress the grin that was threatening to split his face in half, Seonghwa frantically nodded and stepped aside, "Of course, you can stay here as long as you want! With me, your friend!" it took everything in him to not laugh or giggle considering that the situation was still sensitive. Thankfully, you didn't seem to realize his attempts of not being a weirdo and you even stepped close to him to gave him a tight hug. "Thank you for being such a good friend, Seonghwa, I'm really glad to have you," your voice was mumbled due to your pressing your face on his shoulders. Seonghwa's body froze especially when you exhaled deeply into his clothes, turning a spot very warm. For some reason, feeling your breath on him was exhilarating and had you not let go of him, you would've definitely felt his boner on your hip.

Even when you were already inside his place, you were still stiff and awkward. The situation was just so stressful to you that even with the company you knew you needed, you were still not able to feel comfortable yet. Seeing this of course upset Seonghwa as he adored your happy and cheerful side. "H-hey, do you want something to drink? My friend, Yunho, got me this pink wine thing and I've been waiting for the right reason to-" "Yes please," you cut him off, both surprising and delighting him with your enthusiasm over alcohol.

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Not even half an hour later, you and Seonghwa found yourselves giggling over random things on his couch. You had let loose a little (a lot) with the help of the alcohol and Seonghwa's dumb attempt at imitating his friend Wooyoung's witch laugh. You've been laughing for a solid 5 straight minutes and Seonghwa was beyond proud that he was able to make you that happy and distracted. Or distractedly happy.

"Seonghwa, stop it or I'll pee myself!" you whined whilst still laughing happily, head thrown back and hand on your stomach when you felt like it was starting to cramp. Grinning widely, Seonghwa sat himself back down on the couch, this time unknowingly closer to you with a slight huff and reddened cheeks, courtesy of the alcohol. "If you pee yourself, I know that means you were genuinely laughing so hard and I'll take pride in that," he said, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. Without Seonghwa realizing, the alcohol had allowed him to be more confident in having you in his apartment whilst simultaneously giving him a bit more courage to be able to communicate with women easier. Usually, he'd stumble over his own words and/or mix them up to create a confusing, awkward word. In return to his statement, you raised an eyebrow at him as a knowing smirk appeared on your face, "You like girls peeing because of you? Kinky," and Seonghwa almost choked on his own spit. Seeing this, you decided to egg him more, "I'm not kink shaming you, Hwa, I'm just surprised you're into that." Seonghwa began sputtering random words, trying to reject the notion but no actual, comprehensible words came out of his mouth and it made him panic because he felt like as if he was trying to hide something when it wasn't the case whatsoever.

The panicked look on Seonghwa's face; the blush, the twitchy eyes, and the trembling bottom lip looked cute to you. You have always thought that he was attractive, hot even, he was just a nerd who gets overly excited over things that he likes and most of the things he like revolves around Star Wars, Marvel, and pink stuffs. Plus, his career path on top of the way he dressed didn't help his case of being a total nerd. You remembered thinking he was so hot when you saw him coming back from playing tennis with his friend Hongjoong and to say your panties suddenly got damp would be the understatement of the year. You've been waiting to be able to see that Seonghwa again and so far you had no luck. Yet.

"I haven't had sex in a year!" He suddenly blurted out without realizing what he had said.

You both sat there frozen; Seonghwa in dreadful realization of the information that he had just unknowingly willingly gave out to you. He remembered Wooyoung and Mingi trolling him about the fact because according to them, it was ridiculous that Seonghwa didn't care much about where or how his sexual frustration was channeled, completely oblivious (or maybe forgetting) that Seonghwa has been pining over you for the longest time. That, and Seonghwa is a very busy smart man with a hobby.

It wasn't like he thought that you would ridicule him, it was just embarrassing to have your crush know you haven't had sex in so long What if he thought he's unexperienced or just THAT unwanted?

"B-but it's not like I have a low sex drive or anything. I get turned on! I really do, I watch porn like a normal person!"

God, if only a meteor could strike him then and there.

Seonghwa was so close to faking an injury or just climbing out the window to escape the awkwardness he had accidentally created. Anything to not be in that position or be that person anymore.

"What kind of porn do you usually watch?"

He was not expecting that question from you.

For a second, Seonghwa thought you were joking. Maybe even making fun of him. Or egging him to spill his kinks or sexual interests just so you could humiliate him later. But the more he looked at you, the more he saw that you were being genuinely curious, there was no malice behind your eyes or gesture. "I... It... It differs from time to time," he was not quite sure why he even responded to you in the first place. Perhaps the alcohol was more potent than he expected it to be. "Oh? So you like dominating and being dominated?" Seonghwa nearly jumped from his seat when your knee touched his, surprised that you were suddenly so close to him. But he didn't move back, he even scooted in, leaning into your warmth and touch that he craved more of after having a taste. "No... Well," though it felt as if there was as lump in his throat, Seonghwa simply coughed it out a couple of times before continuing talking, "I don't quite know about that, but I know I like taking care of my partner."

His eyes widened when you suddenly plopped onto his lap, legs, encasing his thighs as to not let him move around easily. "Tell me more," you said as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, resting your weight on him completely. Seonghwa's head began to swirl, your scent hitting his nostrils and the realization of how close you both were with each other were intoxicating to him, exhilarating even. His hands automatically moved to be placed on your hips, as if wanting to keep you in the spot as a possessive gesture. "Well, I... I'm very nervous having you here with me right now," he blurted out. You couldn't help but giggle at his confession as you didn't expect him to say something like that to you, it wasn't even the context of the conversation. "Why so? It's not like I'm gonna bite you," then you suddenly leaned in, lips next to his ear and your breath hitting the skin making it warm, "Unless you're into that."

In a blink of an eye, Seonghwa had lunged at you, pining you onto the couch as he whined pathetically. "Please don't tease me like this, I don't want to take advantage of you considering you had just been through something absolutely traumatic and not to mention we were drinking," as he pleaded, his palms balled into fists on either sides of your head as if to ground himself, reminding himself that while he couldn't control his words, he should at least be able to control his urges. Seeing him hold back made you pout, obvious that it was not the reaction that you were hoping for. "Oh come on, Seonghwa! I've been through something absolutely traumatic today so I need you right now, I need your help to make me forget how crappy today has been," your words were so clever and you even bat your eyelashes at him to soften him up which annoyingly enough worked. But still, even if you did have a point, Seonghwa was still hesitant because like he said, he really do enjoy (so far, only the idea of) taking care of his partners and ensuring their consent was one of the ways he liked to do it. Besides, to him, asking for permission to commit a very intimate act was hot, it was as if the decision of having sex could be dependent on one of either parties.

Since this was you, someone who he had been pining for for so long, he decided to make sure of some things as to not let the chance pass by just like that. "How drunk are you exactly?" Seonghwa asked, genuinely hoping that you would still be able to do what he hoped you both would do if the chance comes. "Not drunk at all, just a slight buzz, you?" you asked back, heart beating slightly at the thought of Seonghwa wanting to have sex with you. "Drunk enough to have the courage to propose this to you but not so drunk that it would nullify my consent," he said firmly.

Without wasting more time, you smashed your lips agains this in a frenzied rush. Though you leapt forward, your body dragged him down with you onto the couch due to the gravity and your arms being securely wrapped around his neck. When you both landed, Seonghwa let out a yelp and had his clumsiness kicked in, he would have definitely smushed you under his weight on the couch but he managed to support his own weigh slightly. You loved the feeling of him on top of you though, you loved feeling his mouth on yours. Even from the kiss you could tell that Seonghwa was slightly hesitant, wanting to do something to you (that you have yet to figure out) but he wasn't able to actually reach out for it. Heck, not even to place his hands on your body. Usually, with your previous partners, they would be honking your boobs like a clown horn by now, but Seonghwa was different in a nice and frustrating way. You detached your lips and pouted up at him, showing your displeasure over his treatment, "God, Seonghwa just do whatever the fuck you want with me!" you whined, yanking his collars open to began sucking red marks on his pretty, fair skin, "I want to be taken care of by you. You'd like that, right? You liked knowing that you can take care of me and my needs with no problem and have me however you want."

A guttural growl left Seonghwa's lips and before you know it, Seonghwa had flipped you over so that your chest was against the cushion underneath you. It felt like your breath was knocked out of your lungs from being surprised by the sudden action and by Seonghwa's strength. At least you got another glimpse of your nerdy neighbour's athletic prowess and this time you got to experience what he was capable of first hand.

"You want me to take care of you? You want me to explore what I can do from my extensive research?" the sudden appearance of Seonghwa's low voice vibrating through the air caused electricity to shot down your spine, making it feel tingly. "Yes, please, I want to know what you're capable of, Seonghwa, please," you whined breathily, almost sounding pathetic.

Your permission was all Seonghwa needed to grab you by the waistband of your pants and pulled them down along with your underwear. It felt ridiculous that Seonghwa felt a sudden overwhelming sense of arousal just from seeing your bare ass on display for him, It wan't like he had never seen a naked ass before. For sure, he wasn't a virgin and by God, the amount of times Wooyoung and San pranked him by having their bare asses in front of his face just before he opened his eyes was astronomically embarrassing. Though he can't complain much because this was your ass and the sudden rush of adrenaline and excitement that coursed through this body made him think of the endless possibilities be it from potential kinks to positions and even frequency and volume (amount and sound). This must be how virgins on their wedding nights feel. Seonghwa couldn't help but palmed himself through the layers of clothing he had on as he slowly unbuttoned his pants, nose scrunching at the

"Don't just stare at me, do something!" you demanded, "What? You don't know what to do?" Teasing him might have been a mistake on your part because the next thing you know, Seonghwa slapped your ass harshly. Maybe he was acting out from his reflex, maybe something inside him was switched on because when he heard you yelp, he snapped out of whatever it was that made him hurt your ass and winced, momentarily turning back into the bumbling nerd you knew from before. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, (y/n), a- are you okay? I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking," he was cringing so hard when he asked because your now red ass was glaring at him, proving that he was being harsh on you. But he was surprised when you turned around to look at him with your bottom lip between your teeth and a shy smile on your face, "N-no, Seonghwa, that was great."

God, it felt like he finally found the answer he has been looking for.

You were doing nothing but showing him a simple expression but for some reason Seonghwa found it so absolutely sexy. Pornographic even. It released the last hold Seonghwa had in himself and before you could reassure him more, Seonghwa had slipped himself into your cunt. The position you were in at the moment under him with your legs stretched back and Seonghwa's knees trapping your body by your thighs, made you feel even tighter to him. Seonghwa stilled with his eyes rolled back into their sockets as your face fell onto the cushion, the sound of you squealing from surprise muffled slightly but it was still loud enough for Seonghwa to hear. His hands found purchase on your ass, his fingers digging onto the soft flesh hard that you thought indents of his fingerprints could be found later if you look for them. "Shi- shit, Seonghwa! You could've warned me!" you whimpered once you managed to find the strength to lift your head again. "Sorry, (y/n), I- I-" he shuddered when he sunk in deeper, your warm cavern accommodating his dick beyond his imagination, "I couldn't- ah! Help myself, God, you're so f- fucking," it was hard for Seonghwa to speak because he tried pulling away once before pushing back in again and it was addicting. You were in no better shape than him. While Seonghwa's fingers dug into your ass, yours dug into his sofa cushion from pleasure. It wasn't like Seonghwa has a monster cock or anything, but for some reason it just felt right. Having him inside you just felt right to you and you were excited to feel and have more of him.

Luckily, Seonghwa started rocking his hips once the initial overwhelming intoxication ebbed away. Really, it felt like Seonghwa wasn't even moving on his own accord, it was as if something was controlling him but he didn't mind, he didn't care, not when whatever was making him move caused you to bury your face in your arms as you moaned and whined, asking, begging him to fuck you more, fuck you harder. That night, Seonghwa truly felt like his sexual urges was driving him as he suddenly grab you by your hair and pulled you up slightly. "Look," it was then that you realized that there was a window in front of you, "You look so beautifully sinful, how could you do this to me?" he grunted. It was true for one part, because it wasn't just you, it was him too, he looked absolutely delectable. You both looked straight out of a victorian pornographic painting with the warm lighting illuminating your figures and the darkness of the night sky outside the window serving as a blank canvas to accommodate the two of you.

"Shit," you gasped when you saw Seonghwa's eyebrows furrowing from the window, clenching your sopping cunt to trap Seonghwa's cock inside you. The more reaction you gave him, the more frantic Seonghwa's movements become. It was like a very intense tango with both of you giving and taking and teasing each other yet still working together in perfect harmony, synchronizing and complimenting each other like genuine art. Only if art is sweaty, messy, and noisy.

It didn't take long for Seonghwa to feel like he was nearly tipping off the edge of his climax. He was so close he could feel it on the tip of his tongue. Maybe he could thank the nights he spent fantasizing about you, those were his 'practice nights' for this day and it actually surprised him that he didn't immediately nutted inside you upon his entry. Those nights he spent fucking his pillow or humping his bed was nothing compared the feeling of your fluttering walls on his cock and your slick lubricating his movements. "I- I'm close," he huffed, hips hitting your ass sharper than before as his hands became harsher in gripping you, possessively trying to hold you as he had his way with you. "Seonghwa, cum in me," You whined, back arching with a moan following your beg. And so Seonghwa released his cum inside you at the mention of you wanting him there. His hips were stuttering slightly but the feeling of him releasing his cum inside you, having the thought of his cum mixing with your own swirling inside his head as the overstimulation creeped in was addicting. He didn't know how long he was going to cum but it felt endless. You, in the receiving end, couldn't help but tense up when Seonghwa's cum filled you to the brim. The movements he was still giving you made both of your mixed cum spill out and wetting your thighs and the sofa beneath you. The tensing muscles in your cunt, ass, and calf somehow heightened your pleasure and it made you even more aware of the presence of Seonghwa's cock still inside you.

When his movements slowed, Seonghwa's mind wound down and it was then that he realized that he had just had sex with you on his couch. Not only that, he was doing things he had never done before in a sexual way, things he had only seen people do in porn and maybe heard from his friends. He felt his chest bloom with pride but the unsureness of how you feel or how you would react prevented him from smiling out of happiness or even saying something to you.

So when you looked back at him, you had a wide grin on your face, making his heart skip a beat.

"So that's what you're into, huh? What else is on the list?"

Oh he's so fucked. Fucked in the best way.

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ruin my life -- chapter 1

| warning(s): light swearing |

| a/n: modern mizu had such a grip on me, and now were here. |

| summary: an overlook into mizu's life before you enter it. |

| song rec: ruin my life -- zolita (for the story, in general) |

| word count: 776 words / 4,211 characters |

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mizu always kept to herself, she was never the loud type. always played a background role, even if people thought she should be in the spotlight.

never had she believed that before she met eiji.

eiji was an alumni at her school.. one of the many famous actors the school had produced. the amount of actors they had produced is why she really wanted to go to the school, in the first place.

and meeting him kind of changed her whole perception of her own talent, of her own mind. if someone who was so great could tell her all these great things about herself, they were true, surely.

"listen here, kid, nobody ever did anything by sitting on their ass and never getting anything done," he furrowed his eyebrows as they walked side by side, through the halls of the marbled school. "I know that better than anyone. you remind me of myself, when I went here."

she arched one eyebrow, "how come? im.. nothing like you, I mean.. you're this great actor and im just.. a college student who can barley pay their own tuition."

he gently gripped her shoulder, nodding, "exactly. do you think I was some great guy while I was in college? I didn't come from riches, kid, I could barley pay for this college when I was your age."

she adverted her gaze, a little sigh leaving her lips, "suppose that's true," mizu mumbled.

"and ive heard you do fencing," he tapped his cane against the ground, "as did i."

"oh--yeah. yeah, I know," a small smile crossed her lips. "its part of the reason I wanted to start. sort of, I guess."

"its a noble practice," he nodded, smiling a bit. "may I request to meet you, again, mizu? after your classes, tomorrow."

her eyes widened, gazing at him. someone as great as him, wanted anything to do with them?

"um, uh, yes." she stammered, "I'll meet you here."

and from then on, that's what they'd do. hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks that she would meet eiji for both fencing practice, and acting/college advice.

eiji was basically the father she had never had, someone to inspire her, push her forward.

her college life had improved, a little. not by much, but a little. she still lived in a small-ass college dorm with three other girls, sharing two sets of bunk beds in the room the size of a walk in closet.

"mizu? hey?" one of the girls, carrie, seemed to take an interest in her early. and of course, she had settled on the top bunk of mizu's bed. the girl popped down, swinging her head over mizu's bed. "you doin' anything tomorrow? me and some friends were going out and--"

mizu's head had almost immediately blocked out any word she said. she didn't want anything to do with this girl, nor what she was offering. she seemed to be the kind of girl to cling and never leave, and she was not about that. she'd come home crying over some new girl every week, she could guess, crying that they said she was "too clingy".

"uh--yeah. im working," mizu hissed, never looking up from her phone.

that wasn't a lie, actually, she had work at her average pay job as a barista. she had been working there ever since she got accepted into the college, how else would she pa her tuition?

not that it helped, much, it wasn't the best pay ever. and her tuition was more than 50,000 dollars a year--she was going to be in debt for more days than she thought she could count. but if she managed (and hopefully she would, with eijis help) to get a good gig, or few, she could pay it off in no time.

the coffee shop wasn't too bad, though. customers were usually quiet, besides the few that would come in every so often. she'd get okay tips, considering she tried to be as respectful as she could.

she had her friends. none of which attended the same school--they all had different majors. whom she considered her best friend, akemi, was in harvard law school miles away from them. taigen had gotten into law school, too, just not the same. (he definitely wasn't smart enough for harvard, that's for sure.) and ringo, the sweet culinary major she'd met going out for drinks, one night, with akemi. he was a mixologist, and despite his lack of hands--he was a wonderful one.

her life was calm. her life was quiet.

there was never anything absolutely interesting, about it.

that was--until you walked into it.

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[fuwushiguro]

I. NEW ME!

CHAPTER SUMMARY : after a year out of the spotlight following a traumatic event, you’re about to take your first step back into it on a popular talk show. your whole team is counting on you to be perfect; but nobody is seeking perfection more than you.

WARNINGS : 18+ only, past trauma, mental health struggles, alcohol.

WORDS : 2.3k.

notes: loosely based off ‘The Idol’ which we all know is trash but I wanted to make my own (and hopefully more entertaining) version!

               MASTERLIST ┊ NEXT CHAPTER

“Are you sure about this? I know you feel like you’re gonna let everyone down if you don’t start putting yourself out there again, but—”

“Yuuji.” you interrupt him, grabbing his hand and smiling at him. There’s not a single ounce of sincerity in it. And if there’s anyone who’s going to notice, it’s Yuuji. He knows you better than you know yourself. “It’s fine, really.” you do your best to assure him.

The crushing weight of disappointing your entire team is heavy on your shoulders. As much as you’d like to run away, to hide, to cry… you stand firm.

“Alright…” he sighs, returning your insincere smile right back to you. He’s worried, of course he’s worried. But Lord knows you don’t need him putting any doubts in your mind, not now. You’re doing that enough for yourself. What you need now is positivity. Faith and belief that despite what you’ve been through, you can do this.

“Okay, two minutes to go, are you ready?” your manager, Taylor, asks you quickly. Before you can answer, there are more words spilling from her lips like it’s out of her control. “We love you, but please do not fuck this up.” she reminds you before walking away to tend to something else.

Your eyes turn glossy as your cheeks fill with air. You quickly exhale as you fan yourself, doing all you can to make sure the sudden appearance of some tears won’t roll over your lashline and ruin your makeup.

Just then, Yuuji grabs you by the shoulders, forcing you to face him.

“Listen to me.” he starts. “You’ve got this.”

You’ve been locked in your bedroom with a bottle of champagne since the interview. It went well, apparently, according to your team. And yet… for some reason, you feel dead inside. The sounds of cheers and celebrations can be heard throughout the house, and all you can do is drink your champagne directly from the bottle.

“Hey… can I come in?” you hear Yuuji ask sweetly from the other side of the door. You get up, walking to unlock the door and let him in. Your smile finally finds its way back to your face when you see him holding a pizza box. “Getting a pizza through here in one piece with a house full of drunk people shoulder be a new Olympic sport.” he grins and laughs a little.

“Very impressive, Yuuji.” you agree with him, you wait for him to enter and then quickly lock the door behind him. “I don’t actually remember agreeing to a party?” you confess.

“Taylor mentioned it. And… well, you know Taylor.” he reminds you. “Everyone thought it would look good for some reason… not sure if I agree with that but they never listen to me anyway.”

“Or me.” you chuckle, taking a slice as you sit beside him on top of the bed. “I’ve been watching the interview on repeat…” you go to grab the remote, but he takes it first.

He presses play, settling comfortably against the headboard as he pulls a slice for himself. You get close to him, he’s always so warm. And when you’re always so cold, it’s nice to be with him, despite the fact it always ends up in sibling-like fights when you press your freezing feet against him to make him jump. Though it isn’t on your mind right now. You’re worn out, defeated, and you can’t believe he actually wants to watch this.

You weren’t embarrassed to watch yourself when you were alone. It was more like analysis. Seeing what you did right and what you could improve on. The pressure of being perfect is enough to drive anyone insane. But after this, after everything, you know you have no choice but to be perfect.

The sound of your voice carries through the room as you laugh with the host as you talk. Yuuji is smiling softly as he observes, like he’s proud of you.

“You’ve got a new movie coming up, right?”

“Uh… yeah! Kinda, we’re starting filming in two weeks.” you smiled, and it was genuine. You were lapping up the way that the audience cheered at each and every word you said. Whether it be sincere or out of pity, it didn’t matter. You felt truly adored after worrying no one would remember you.

“You’re working alongside some big names, I’m sure you’re excited! Tell me a little about the movie.”

“Yeah, right! I’m the lead but I’m working with Megumi Fushiguro…” you pause perfectly to allow the audience to cheer at the name drop. There are a few wolf whistles too. “We’ve worked together before; I love working with him because he’s so talented and nice. He’s always super serious on set but between takes he’s a total sweetheart.” you giggled as you reminisce on the last film you worked on together.

“I love Megumi too we’ve had him on the show a few times.” the host smiled, agreeing. “Now I do recall dating rumours for you two…” they announced and looked to the audience, earning a slew of ‘oooh’s’ and laughter. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“No comment.” you wink, “No, but seriously, I’m focused on my career right now and I know Megumi is too. We’re professionals!” you laughed.

“Alright, alright.” The host laughed too. “The movie’s called ‘Assemble’, leaves a lot to the imagination, wanna tell me more about it?”

“Sure! It’s a horror, which is new for me. I know a lot of people don’t take horrors seriously, but I’ve always wanted to be a scream queen and I’m really excited to sink my teeth into a role like this. I don’t wanna say too much; I don’t think I’m allowed.” you laughed a little more awkwardly to try and placate the host and the audience.

“A horror, wow! I wouldn’t have expected that after what you went through last year.” the host spoke so casually. And at that moment, you think everyone watching could feel the way the air knocked out of your lungs. You began to fiddle with your fingers and look down at your lap as you considered what you should say.

You had never felt so small.

Not since it happened.

“Um… y-yeah. I mean… Like I said I’ve— I’ve wanted to do a horror for a long time. And things lined up well.” you nodded. “We have a great director and script. An amazing cast who I can’t wait to work with… It’s gonna be something special. I can feel it.” you told them, and the silence lasted a beat longer than you wanted it to, you couldn’t help but continue to speak. “I don’t want what happened to define me… It’s hard to talk about even though it was a year ago. But I’m more than what happened to me. I’m not the same person anymore, but I’m looking forward to learning who the new me is.”

You sniffle, hearing yourself say that. Really hearing it. You’ve played the clip so many times but that is the first time you’ve really heard yourself. It sounds so much more gallant than it really is. Because in truth, you’d go back to the old you in a heartbeat. You’d love the option to rewind to last year and change everything that happened.

Of course Yuuji noticed you starting to cry instantly, pausing the TV and putting an arm around you.

“I know you’re still struggling… maybe you should try therapy again.” he suggests.

“Maybe,” you sniff. “I just think it’s like… survivors’ guilt?” you tell him. “And I miss my dad so much. If I could trade places—”

“Don’t do that.” he chastises you. “I wish none of it happened, b-but… it did. And you’re doing great and I’m proud of you. And I know you don’t think so, but you crushed that interview.” he assures you. You smile at him, melting into his arms.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Yuuji.”

“Yeah, you’d never find another assistant as hard-working and good looking as me. You’d be doomed.” he grins, laughing a little as he speaks. You join in, finally deciding to wipe your tears and pull yourself together. “Let’s watch something else. Something… fun.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

You wake up the next morning, alone in the bed. Yuuji has tidied the room already and he’s opening your curtains for you. He laughs as you groan, the light burning your retinas. You sit up as you rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Morning…” you grumble.

“Hey, I slept in my room by the way, don’t worry.” he tells you. “Everyone’s downstairs.”

“I’ve been off for a year and it wasn’t enough rest to prepare me for these hectic days again.” you sigh. “I didn’t know I had stuff to do today…”

“Uh… yeah, we’re doing a photoshoot here this afternoon. Makeup is coming in… an hour. Same with wardrobe, I think.” he tries to remember. “I left my phone in my room but I’ll go get it, Taylor wants you downstairs, like, now.” he reminds you.

You manage to pull yourself out of bed and put on a robe over the mismatched bra and panties you fell asleep wearing. The sight of you hungover and imperfect makes Taylor sigh as you come down the stairs. “You look gorgeous. Come sit.” she speaks, though you know she thinks otherwise. You slowly approach and she guides you outside to sit on the patio with her and the rest of your team.

“We want you to know how happy we are with your interview yesterday. It was perfect, really perfect.” your publicist tells you, making sure to butter you up as much as he can before moving on. “This is just the start though so we need to make sure it’s full steam ahead from now on.”

“You’re doing a shoot for Elle here this afternoon. You’ll get to show off the new place, talk a little about your recovery blah blah you know the deal.” Taylor speaks rapidly. “We just want you to know we’re all here for you for whatever you need to get through this transition back into the spotlight. It’s gonna be tough but we know you can do it.” she assures you.

“Thanks.”

“We all know perfection isn’t real, but, as close as you can get to it would be… well, perfect.” she adds. “So we’ll go over what you can and can’t discuss before the interview and—”

“Anyone order a big ass bouquet of flowers?” Yuuji shouts from inside, his voice booming through the house and out to the patio. Everyone stares as he signs for them and brings them from the front door all the way to you. He puts them down in front of you so that you can read the card.

Welcome back — love M x

You smirk as you keep the card close to your chest. Everyone is waiting with bated breath to hear who they’re from so the conversation can be over and they can get back to preparing you for this afternoon.

“I need to use the bathroom… don’t stop on my account.” you smile as you stand up. You pick up the flowers and hurry inside before anyone can object.

“Who were they from, Yuuji?” Taylor asks, which only earns him a shrug in return.

The house is full of liars on days like this. Taylor lied about you looking gorgeous just as easily as you lied about needing the bathroom. But neither of you are as good at lying as Yuuji. He knew damn well the flowers were from Megumi.

He just thinks you deserve a little time for yourself.

You don’t care that everyone can see you inside leaning against the bar in your lounge as the FaceTime dial rings and rings. There’s a real smile on your face that you cannot seem to wipe off your face as you gush over the fact he sent you flowers. The biggest bunch of flowers you’ve ever seen.

“Hey you.” he smiles, shirtless in his bed as he answers. The sharpness of his jaw and his pronounced collarbones remind you just how handsome he really is. “It’s been a little while, you okay?”

“I just got your flowers…” you tell him as you show him. “They’re stunning, thank you.”

“No problem, I saw your interview. How are you feeling?” he asks.

“I’m good, yeah. Getting lots of praise so I can’t complain.” you nod, leaning on the bar again. “I didn’t get you in any trouble for what I said, did I?” you wonder, he shakes his head which is a huge relief.

“It was just a joke so, no, no trouble at all. I was in London for a week, but I’m back now. I’m in a hotel.”

“Oh, really? Why aren’t you at your place?” you ask, curiously.

“I was gonna go home but I got warned there was paparazzi waiting for me, so I came here.” he explains. “I was thinking you could come over and run lines with me later.” he smirks as he gets out of bed. He’s walking, and you realise when he switches on a light he’s in the bathroom.

You can’t help but smirk, too, knowing what running lines will likely lead to.

“Um… I’m pretty busy today.”

“That’s a shame. I’m sure you can make the time since we’re both professionals.” he tells you as he turns on the shower. He always finds a way to make you smile. And knowing he really watched your interview is making you grin from ear to ear.

“Well, I guess I can make some time tonight.” you reply, giggling as you see his cheeks flush a little red at your answer.

“Good. Good girl, then I’ll see you tonight.”

© 2023 fuwushiguro  

[fetusharryluvr]

wedding planning gone wrong

in which everything goes tits up, y/n is upset, and harry comforts her…

4 months ago to the day, you became Harry’s fiancée. It was the best night of your life, so far. You still remember it as though it were yesterday. He whisked the both of you away to Italy for the weekend, a place you both loved with your whole hearts. Then, during a moonlit dinner in Rome, he went down in one knee, and of course you said ‘yes’ before he could even finish his sentence. It was perfect, just you, Harry, and the stars.

The two of you had been stuck in your own little husband-and-wife-to-be bubble ever since. One thing you and Harry never understood was how people could wait 2 or more years to get married. Your love for eachother was endless, you didn’t want to wait.

You began planning almost immediately. He adored seeing how happy and in your element you were. Most nights he would come home to you cozied up on the sofa with your laptop, asking him questions like “Magnolia or ivory centrepieces?”

Harry himself couldn’t tell the difference, but somehow he’d always give you the right answer.

Tonight was exactly the same. Or so Harry expected. “Hey, wifey. ‘M home.” He called out out as he locked the front door, a nickname he had given you from the moment you accepted his proposal.

He waltzed into the he living room with a wide smile on his face. It’d been a long day at the studio, and all he was looking forward to was cuddling up with you and hearing about what new ideas you had for the wedding.

Except, this time when he walked into the living room, he was greeted with the hushed sound of your crying. His face fell when he saw you curled up under a blanket with flushed cheeks, and your swollen, bloodshot eyes. “Love?” He cooed, immediately sitting down on the sofa beside you, taking your hands in his, “What’s the matter?”

“It’s all ruined, H.” You sniffled.

He didn’t understand. “What is? What’s ruined?”

You frowned. He brought his hand up to your face, ruining it along your cheek and pushing a stray hair behind your ear. “The wedding. I got a call from t’ venue this mornin’. They said there was a double booking and it turns out, the other couple have a famous photographer, so the hotel picked them over us ‘cause it’s ‘better publicity.’” Seeing how upset you were just made Harry even more sad. “An’ then I went back to the dress shop for a final fitting and when the lady was zippin’ it up, she ripped the dress. S’ now we’ve got no dress and no venue.”

Harry brought you closer to him, allowing you to sob into his chest. “Shh, it’s alright. It’s okay, we can fix this.” He hated to see you cry. He knew how much this meant to you, how excited you were. How you’d had your wedding all planned out since before you knew Harry even existed. He sighed into your hair, pulling away and holding your cheeks. “Y/N, love, look at me. I love you so fucking much. I would move heaven and earth for you, y’know that. I will try and fix this for us. And if I can’t, then I don’t care. I would marry you in our bedroom wearing your bloody pyjamas if it meant getting to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You felt yourself beginning to well up again as you stared at him, his hands warming up your cheeks, “Really?” You asked, unsure.

He looked back at you, speaking in a soft, sincere tone that told you all you needed to know. “Of course. We don’t need a big, fancy, expensive party to prove that we love eachother. I want a marriage, not a wedding. I just want you, and everything that comes with you.”

That. That was exactly why you wanted to marry Harry. He didn’t care for what other people thought, he loved you and that was all that mattered. And he was right, you didn’t need a huge, look-how-much-money-we-have wedding, all you needed was eachother.

That night, you spent it cuddled up on the couch, making love with your fiancé, watching your favourite romcoms, and googling the nearest registry offices. The planning may have gone tits up, but you and Harry were going to have the best wedding ever.

[majaloveschris]

So if their teams make his fans experience a cycle of narcissistic abuse over and over again by sticking to their sadistic PR strategy, and now they are coming with their jokes about her flop and calling her Abba, trash, and trollba to desensualize his fans because they know that their PR strategy is traumatic, I just want to inform these sadistic teams. Teams, your strategy doesn't work. There are fans who cry, get drunk, and are on the verge of committing suicide because of you, people who keep playing with fans' emotions. It isnt a joke. There are no more support teams left in his fandom bts. There is a real possibility that Chris, Alba, and their teams will find themselves in a courtroom when and if one of these emotionally unstable fans takes her life. You just need to know about it because I can't keep my silence anymore. Maja, please post my ask because I want these morons to know how they have ruined the emotional state of his fans.

Look, I get that this situation is stressful for some people. I get that people are disappointed, but it's not normal if this whole thing has such a huge effect on somebody's mental health that they get drunk, think about committing suicide, or think about hurting Alba (I know it's not mentioned here, but it is in another ask that I've gotten). It is not. And while I get that some of these tactics are playing with people's feelings, they aren't responsible for anybody's mental health, but you are. 

Please take a step back or leave the fandom if you have any of these thoughts and ask for help. Thinking about taking your own life because you think Chris might've married her or because you can't decide whether this is real or not is not healthy or normal. It isn't worth it. Neither of them. There are much more important things out there than the nature of their relationship. It's not that deep, and it shouldn't matter this much to anybody. If you can't let this whole thing go and live a full life because of it, then maybe distancing yourself would be the best idea.

While I don't like Alba and her friends, it would never in a million years cross my mind to hurt her or anything like that, and if it crosses any of yours, that's a huge problem. I get that she isn't the best person, but thinking about killing her is not normal and is incredibly alarming. 

This whole situation isn't worth your own peace and mental health. Neither of them do. It's okay if you care about him, the nature of their relationship, or if you are disappointed. But it's not okay or normal to think about hurting yourself or her. It is not. Please, if you have any of these thoughts, take a step back, and if it doesn't get better, please ask for help. 

[romanarose]

Will Miller

Valentine's Day

Go!

You are getting WOO'd

mentions of sexy time and insecurity

Will knows how to romance a woman, having had a fiancé before. With that having broken apart with his PTSD ruining everything good in his life, Will is always worried he's gonna mess it up or he's not doing enough. He overcompensates.

You wake to flowers, the smell of breakfast being made for you and already, you are determined to give your husband special treatment.

You had a cute gift, one of those matching couples keychains with your song on it, but that wasn't going to be enough. No, Will deserved more.

You let him do his breakfast for you, giving him a quick blowjob just to start his work day *right*

Will had an edible arrangement delivered to your work a few hours in, just as you were about to reach for a snack in your purse. fucker knows you like snacks. Goddammit, he's got ahead of you. You call around on your break, trying to see if you can get flowers or chocolate delivered but of course everyone is booked. You tried to see if you could leave early, wanting to get home before Will and start dinner knowing that was his move too but your boss said no. Dammit.

You said him a few lovey texts throughout the day, and it seems everything you say, Will out does you. You needed to fucking up your game. Will deserved so much, he deserved everything and all you got was a stupid keychain.

The store you stopped at in a rush was sold out of everything good and all you find is a cheesy kids Valentines Day box with dinosaurs on it. He told you him and Ben liked playing dinosaurs as kids right? That was one of his favorite games, right? no. Stupid. Between that and the keychain you looked like you were half assing something Will obviously planned.

You come home defeated, only to find a candlelit dinner there for you and Will dressed up. You were not looking your best after a long day of work.

You start crying.

Will's smile dropped, rushing over to take him in your arms. "Princess what's wrong?"

Embarrassed, you have the gift and the chocolate, sniffling and waiting for a disappointed face.

Instead, you see Will light up. "Baby!" He exclaims. "I love it! Thank you!"

"No." You whimper, shaking your head. "This is all I got..." You explain that you feel like your efforts were pathetic compared to his and you worried you weren't showing him how much you loved him. Will listened, his blue eyes bright on you and when you were done he pulled you in again, kissing your forehead.

"Princess, you are my Valentine." Will says earnestly. "And these gifts? They are so thoughtful. You remembered how much me and Benny loved playing dinosaurs, and you gave me a reminder to take everywhere of you and our song, a reminder how much you love me."

"But... You do so much for me, look at all this!" You gesture to the nice dinner.

"It's not a competition. You show your love for me daily. You pack me lunch with cute love notes in them." He kissed into your hair. "You massage my back." He kisses your nose. "You are always careful closing doors and cabinets and drawers to not startle me." He kisses your lips and pulls away to allow you to look at him.

"But that's not anything special" You concede. "I do that because I love you, and you do stuff for me, all the time."

"Yeah." He chuckles with good nature. "Because I love you too. We're in love, we're a married couple. A team. Some days I give more, some days you give more. This year, I happened to want to go all out, but last year you booked us a whole weekend getaway, remember?"

Oh. Yeah. That. "Well... yeah okay."

Will hugs you close, his strong arms comforting you. "I love you, and I love your gifts. I love being at a place in life where I can sit down and eat a homemade dinner with my beautiful wife."

You relax, taking a big wife of the food he made. For a white man with English blood, he sure knew how to cook. "Can I shower before we eat?"

"Of course, princess. you feel better?"

"Yeah." You smile at him, but you still had another idea to treat him, and that's why you wanted to shower. before you dressed up nice for the lovely dinner, you slip on your best lingerie.

***************

Love you doll sorry its late!

[h4rring1on]

eddie and reader being bestfriends and reader has liked eddie for a while but he likes chrissy

reader tries confessing but eddie tells them how he only sees reader as a friend and he likes chrissy

it ruins their friendship and reader doesnt go to school for a while and eddie starts to regret it

one time chrissy was at his trailer and eddie was trying to impress her with his guitar skills or something but he thought of reader bcz he never needed for him to impress reader bcs reader loved him anyways

warnings: none! tell me if i missed something tho!

pairing: eddie munson x reader

a/n: this sucked forhejehekheoend

childhood.

you’ve known eddie throughout your entire childhood. ever since that day you sat on the swings in the first grade, you didn’t know anyone.

until someone sat on the swing next to you, introducing himself as eddie munson, but he always used to say

‘call me whatever you want, but you cannot, and i mean cannot, call me edward!’

you called him that all the time, he was in 3rd grade and you were in first, yet you still found yourself helping him with his math homework and he couldn’t even help with yours!

he protected you your whole life, from anyone. you remember the first time, you were playing on the swing with eddie as usual, and jason carver came over and pushed you, you scraped your knee and started to cry

‘haha! what a loser’ jason would say, and eddie would punch him

that’s what started eddie’s bad reputation, because he was always fighting for you.

he then would go home with you, and clean your knee

‘stop crying’ he’d say and you would pout, ‘i’ll get you a cherry lollipop’

he had made a mental note that day that cherry lollipops, or lollies as you would call them, were your favorite

this how your life was going, with your soulmate for life. you two made a vow to never ever leave each other. and you didn’t.

even when he failed senior year twice, and got called a freak, and was the town’s sinner, you never left his side. you’d always go back to that swing set, and talk for hours, just you and him, swinging while holding hands

not romantically! because you two were just friends.

you grew out of the friends phase, and had started to like him, you kept it to yourself, seeing as eddie liked chrissy, but you wanted to confess

that’s how it went downhill.

‘oh…’ he said and you just knew, you screwed up. ‘but i like chrissy’

‘right! of course! chrissy! i know—i was just joking anyway—forget about it—“

“wait—“

“i gotta get home…haha. my mom is gonna freak if i don’t so…’

eddie couldn’t remember the last time he saw you. he could have reacted in a better way

‘but i like chrissy’ he said in a demeaning tone

why would he say it like that? why would he make you feel so stupid and annoying because you just ruined the best relationship you’ve ever had.

you didn’t come back to school for a while, your mother couldn’t care any less and your dad wasn’t around anyway. eddie wanted to come over to talk, but you clearly looked like you didn’t want anything to do with him

but in reality, you felt the opposite. you wanted to go give him a big hug and tell him to forget about it. but you couldn’t, because he was never going to forget.

chrissy started talking to him more, and eddie tried distracting himself with her, chrissy was sweet, she was the perfect girl.

but perfect wasn’t what he wanted.

right? but—he likes chrissy. he made it very clear to you that he likes chrissy so he couldn’t…he couldn’t just say that and not like her

it was all so weird to him, chrissy used to make him feel so warm and happy, she used to make him smile and brought out the best in him, why wasn’t that happening now?

the next week or so felt like a blur to him, he would just talk to chrissy and go home, thinking about you, he still hadn’t seen you.

he thought it was gonna be fine, and that he was gonna be with chrissy and it’ll all be okay. until one time, chrissy actually came over to his trailer, and eddie was gonna play his guitar for her

it was all normal, he was playing it and she was listening, but as he played, the sudden realization hit him.

the only chrissy used to make him so happy, is because when he’d talk to her, he’d go to you, and you’d go to the swings and talk about. the only reason he felt so warm and was his best self was because he was excited to come see you and tell you about it

the only reason everything was so weird now, is because of you. you were the one who made things brighter, you made him feel better, who gave him the confidence he now lacks

you were the one who’d love him for him, not for his guitar, not for the millions of gifts, not for the amount of times he‘d do whatever you want, you loved him for him.

unlike chrissy, who would only talk to him if she got something in return.

when he looked at chrissy, he imagined it was you, you who supported him through everything.

and now, after all those years, he sits on the swings, alone.

he needed to fix this.

[bestedoesmeow]

✮ daniel ricciardo

PART 2

CHAPTER NAME : You drew stars around my scars

@peytonmarkey

ZAHRA'S P.O.V

It was around 5 a.m. when I woke up to get something to drink from the refrigerator in the hotel room. The night was full of dreams about Daniel, mostly dreams that were about our past life in Australia. I got a bottle of water from the fridge and opened the balcony door to get some fresh morning air. It was race day, and a quite busy day was ahead of me. I took a deep breath before deciding to get inside to get some sleep before waking up to a busy day. I got into bed after leaving the balcony door open for a breeze to fill up the warm and humid room air. But my eyes were fully open, and my mind was too awake to sleep. The image of Daniel's wide, energetic smile had been resting in the depths of my mind since the afternoon. To feel that comfort after years was definitely the reason that I was wide awake that night. I had never been sure about my feelings about Daniel back then. He was always off limits, maybe always like a brother or a friend, but to imagine him as a boyfriend was too much for me to ask for in those times. And I never thought about my feelings so as not to ruin the friendship we had, and I was also having the time of my life during those times. My brother, his best friend, and I were always together. The nights that Daniel came over for a sleepover were the same nights that we grabbed our coffees after John was asleep and had the most deep talks; his hands were always around my shoulders or on my hair while we were sitting on the grass in our backyard listening to the sounds of crickets. I closed my eyes to got these thoughts of my mind, I was in need of a quality sleep. I got my phone from the drawer in order to open a podcast from my phone, but my eyes widened with the notification from three hours ago.

danielricciardo started following you

It was almost like a relief to know that I wasn't the only one who thought about the other after that interaction. Maybe he felt something different than other times, I thought. Or it was just a friendly follow that was made at 1 a.m. Maybe in order to keep in touch, it should be just like the old days. I didn't want to think on it too much, because I was literally overthinking, and I didn't want this whole situation to be the only thing that I had on my mind. But my actions did not make the situation any easier. As I scrolled through his feed. I saw a post of him from the day that me and my family were back from a trip, and I was extremely sad and binge crying over a boy that I met and couldn't open up about my feelings. It was a classic summer love story. That day, when I was sitting in our backyard, listening to music and trying to read a book without bursting into tears, Daniel appeared at our front door. He was carrying a plate with chocolate chips on it; he was freshly shaved, and his hair was longer than usual. But as I always say, the moment I saw him, my body was already filled with comfort. As he saw me lying on the grass, he made his way towards me instead of using the front door. He had a big, beautiful, white smile on his lips while coming near to me. I got up from the ground, smiling for the first time that afternoon, and immediately wrapped my hands around his torso.

'' Hey, big girl what's the matter? '' He said while trying to hug me and leave the plate on the grass without losing any contact between.

'' I can't talk right now or I'll cry even more.'' I said, while his hands were rubbing my back softly.

'' Oh, okay let's just hug then for a while, maybe we should sit on the swing huh, we can't hug much longer like this.'' He said, before making our ways to the yard swing. His hands wrapped my shoulders again while my crying face was resting on his chest. I don't know how long we stayed like that, hugging, him rubbing my back and playing with my hair but when I was finally feeling better Mom, Dad and Jason were back from the supermarket.

'' Oh, our beautiful boy. How are you ? Wouldn't you stay for dinner?'' My mom said, while my dad was carrying the market bags inside after bringing them out from the baggage.

'' Hi, Mrs. Astor, I came here to bring you the cookies my mama baked, they wanted me to say '' Welcome back.'' And you are already tired so, I'd better go home. Again, welcome back to our neighborhood.

Then he left, after whispering my ear that I should call him if I feel worse. I got back inside when Jason and him started to get involved in a chat about his karting trainings and other things.

Just when I was brought myself to the moment it was already 7 in the morning, and I had no time to sleep anymore. I followed him back and left my phone on the bed before going to restroom to take a shower, and meet the team in an hour.

DANIEL'S P.O.V

I was already in the paddock, listening to music before the race when I got the notification that I was expecting for the whole night.

zahraastor started following you.

I was not sure if she had felt the same things when she saw the notification or did she even scroll through my feed, but I wished to come across today in the paddock again. Maybe I could visit Charles after the race, or Carlos. I was desperate to have another interaction.

It was the race time, and I wished to have a better day with the car today. Maybe Austria and the excitement that had been coming with me since yesterday afternoon could help I thought.

ZAHRA'S P.O.V

When I made it to the paddock with Charles, I was excited and happy but also super tired. But I promised myself to make that day a beautiful one, and I was also excited to see Daniel racing for the first time that year, since the Austria GP was my second GP with Ferrari. It was bright and hot just like the other day, and I was in a summer dress to avoid the sweaty feeling that I could feel by wearing a shirt or t-shirt. While Charles was having breakfast and talking with Binotto, Carlos and I were outside chatting about something I don't even remember now, but I remember us laughing and spreading positive vibes all over the place.

'' Is it Ricciardo's year this year?'' I asked while we were sitting outside and Carlos was scrolling through his phone a few hours before the race. He raised his head from his phone and looked at me under his Ray-bans.

'' Not exactly; he's been having quite a hard time with the car. Why'd you ask?''

''Oh, I just wondered, you know, trying to keep up with the results, nothing special.''

'' Yes, yes, he is a good driver, you know, but this year's been not too good for him. I hope he'll be lucky today on the track.''

'' I hope so too, yes, but the podium is for my Ferrari boys. Wishing you two the best.'' I smiled at him before. He sent me back a smile and rubbed my shoulder before leaving to get ready for the oncoming race.

DANIEL'S P.O.V

Austrian GP was from the luckiest GP's of the season since I managed to get points for the team in ninth place, so my mood was decent, happy and even more excited. Charles was the winner of the GP so after the race when I was done with hydrating myself and talking with Lando and the team, I decided to go and celebrate his win before heading back to our hotels. As I moved to get to his trailer, I could feel my heartbeat growing faster with the thought of coming across Zahra. Just like I wasn't expecting her to be there or I didn't wait to celebrate Charles in his trailer expecting to see her.

I took a deep breath before making my way inside and yelling his name.

'' Mate, you there?'' I waited for his answer before heading inside but a different voice answered me.

''No, he is at meeting now, Who a-''. Zahra appeared in front of me with her flushed red cheeks and tired eyes. Her airpods were on her ears.

'' Daniel, congrulations on your points today, It was so excited for me to watch.'' She said, before sending me a precious smile.

''Yeah, yeah it was a nice one indeed thank you Zahra, I am glad you were able to watch me race.'' I said this time, hoping that I didn't sound so awkward.

'' I came to celebrate his win but I guess I should text him.'' I said biting my upper lip to stop the heat wave that was coming up to my ears again.

''Oh, yes, yes if you say so.'' She spoke this time, breaking the silence.

''I loved your feed, by the way; you have really nice photos.” I said, trying to keep the conversation going with the most nonsense topic that I'd ever come up with.

'' I didn't know you were interested in photography, and I loved your photos too. Maybe you should take some photos of me too?'' She said that this time it was her turn to blush. We were standing in front of the trailer door.

I'd want nothing more than that, I wanted to say. But instead 

'' Yeah, I'd love that too; actually, I was going to ask you if you want to go out tonight, you know, before leaving, not like a date though.”

I then bit my lip again to avoid any awkward sentences that I could come up with.

'' Yes.'' '' I'd love to.'' She said it without even considering it for a second or showing any signs of shyness in her voice. She sounded confident about her answer, unlike me, who wasn't able to form a better sentence.

''Yes? Okay then, uh-huh, we can leave Paddock together if you want?

She nodded her head before smiling at my features and gestures.

'' I have a surprise though; wear a hoodie or bring a jacket.''

"Okay, Ricciardo." I will.  See you tonight?

"Yes, I'll see you tonight."

[kingofthering]

pedrenzo and 34... thank u

34. things you whispered in my ear

Valencia 2018.

When he approaches the Honda garage about an hour before they all have to head out for the sighting lap, Jorge has knots in his stomach.

He’s aware that he’s never been welcomed there (might already be worried about how things will be next year) and he chose neutral clothes to not stand out but he can still consider himself lucky when it’s Marc he first runs into.

“What are you doing here?” Marc asks, his tone a hint of accusatory.

Lucky might have been an exaggeration. Marc always pretended to never take a side when the whole Dani/Jorge contract thing happened but Jorge knows where Marc’s loyalty stands. It’s okay, he would have sided with Dani too if he wasn’t the one being opposed to him.

“Hey, you’re already champion, play nice,” Jorge says with a roll of his eyes. Marc might be 25 now but sometimes he terribly reminds Jorge of the little shit he was back when he arrived in the premier class and Jorge has to treat him as such.

(They’re friends now, it’s fine.)

“Can you help me find Dani?” Jorge adds quietly. Marc caught him at the entry of the Honda garage and grabbed his arm to push them in a quieter corner but Jorge still doesn’t feel safe. He still has a goal in mind, too.

“Are you sure he wants to see you?”

“Marc, please. This is important.”

To the point where Jorge is ready to beg for Marc’s help even if that will bruise his ego and he’ll need like a week to recover and—

“If Dani is mad at me, you’ll owe me something, I’ll figure it out later,” Marc cuts him out of his thoughts. “Follow me closely, keep your head down.”

Jorge does as he’s told and keeps his eyes on Marc’s shoes until they reach what looks like Dani’s rider room. “You two are the worst. Don’t ruin this for him.”

Jorge doesn’t have time to defend himself before Marc disappears. He takes a deep breath before finding the courage to knock on Dani’s door. He’s quick to get inside once he’s received a “Yes” from the other side.

It probably sounds like the silliest of things to say and maybe it’s just Jorge being stupidly in love (and finally able to acknowledge his feelings, at that) but being in a room with Dani instantly makes him feel better, his heart calming down.

Dani is sitting on his massage table, clad in only his base layers with his iPad in one hand, a page of telemetry data open from where Jorge can see.

“Hey,” Dani says, breaking the silence between them.

“Hi,” Jorge answers. “I wanted to see you one last time before the race.”

And then he takes the couple of steps which separate him from Dani, placing himself in-between Dani’s knees. His hands find Dani’s, the iPad put to the side, and he squeezes them, just once. Dani squeezes back.

It’s funny how you can think about a moment for hours, repeat the words you want to say in loops in your head to the point you no longer know if the sentences even make sense, and then when the moment comes, you blank and no sound can escape your mouth anymore.

Amazing feature of the human brain, really.

Jorge tries to open his mouth, closes it, repeats the sequence again.

Dani sweeps both of his thumbs over his knuckles.

A few months ago, Jorge didn’t even know if he could have this. When Dani and him got together a few years back, they promised each other that they wouldn’t let this sport —the other love of their life, really— come between them and that they would be smart about the issues that would inevitably happen.

Jorge will probably never know if there was even a smart option for their situation but even if it took a certain amount of fights and nights where he had to cry himself to sleep from a mix of sadness and frustration, they made it in the end.

That’s what matters now.

“If you make me cry before the race, I think Marc will find you and physically hurt you,” Dani says quietly.

It makes Jorge snort, a smile sliding on his face, replacing what must have been way too serious of an expression.

“He’s still such a fucking menace, it’s insane.”

“We were having our last championship battle back when you were his age, you want me to remind you how insane you were then?”

Jorge chuckles. Touché. Dani deserves Marc’s support anyway. Jorge is glad that he has people like that in his life.

They stare into each other’s eyes after that, Jorge with his throat a little too tight. Then Dani says “Come on, you need to go back to your team and I need to finish getting ready” and he gets up from the massage table to capture Jorge in a crushing hug, his arms secure around Jorge’s waist.

Jorge squeezes him back, hard. He dips his head and kisses the skin of Dani’s neck before taking a deep breath there.

His voice is barely a whisper when he finds Dani’s ear before letting go of him. “Go show everyone how it’s done today. I love you and I’m so proud of you.”

Jorge leaves right after that and doesn’t get to know if he made Dani cry.

In any case, he’s the one with eyes slightly burning when he makes his way back to the Ducati garage.

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Normal People VI

I feel like some of you aren't going to like my "creative direction" on this one and I'm sorry for that. But if you've read any of my other work, there's not much I can do about these endings I write.

This last part kind of starts abruptly...kind of ends abruptly too. I recognize that. I just wanted to post and I've had a good chunk of this written since August. I think it's time. I hope you've enjoyed Normal People. You can read the rest here: Normal People. As much as I enjoyed the show, the book, and writing this, I'm looking forward to moving on to my next piece.

“If you break my heart, I think I’ll die.”

He smirked sadly, without humor. “I think if I break your heart...I’ll die, too,” he whispered and gently.

It was mid-October, home for the weekend. Her favorite time of year. It was warm from the fall day, but it was chilling off rapidly in the setting evening sun. That’s when she finally had enough, her favorite time of year. When Harry ruined everything. All the progress that he had made with her at university over the last year and a half...

When he was away from his friends from home, and it was just Niall and some of her friends, he was himself—truly himself.  As hurt as she felt, she was also so sad for Harry for not feeling like he could be himself around his friends. Harry was so much better at university than he ever was in their school days.

But it didn’t make the hurt any less awful.

She thought it would be different. So maybe that was her own fault for setting her expectations so high of someone that had only ever let her down at home. Without really noticing, she called Niall. Niall was one of the only people who knew the Harry that she loved so much. The one that didn’t break her heart anymore. “Hey Niall,” she sniffed into the phone.

“Oh...hey princess, y’okay?”

She nodded. “Just...uh...” there was a hollow laugh that escaped her lips at the prospect of crying over Harry and his lack of ability to keep her heart safe. “Just...did Harry ever tell you about us?”

“Yeah...” Niall sighed. Poor thing. “M’sorry, that—”

“How come I’m not good enough?” She interrupted.

Niall frowned as he listened to the sound of her soft sniffles and shaky breathing through the phone. “Oh, princess. You’re too good. He knows that.”

“Then why does he always break my heart?” She whimpered.

Shaking his head, he wanted to smack Harry. Of course, he loved the sweet girl. She was an angel. But Harry deserved her and so much more for himself, only because he had hid his true feelings and emotions for so long. But Niall didn’t want her hurting. Especially because of Harry. No one deserved that—but especially not her. “I don’t know, love. I really don’t know.”

She nodded. “Okay...m’sorry to call and bother you. I just...” she sighed and shook her head. “You know the same Harry that I do.”

“The one that loves you so wholly,” Niall nodded in agreement. He knew what she meant. She shook her head at his words and whispered a quiet no. It felt like agony. It felt almost as bad as when her mom left her. It felt awful. “He does, love. I promise. He’s just an idiot.”

But it didn’t feel like it...it never did. So, she stayed silent.

*

Harry was racing out the door. He wasn’t himself. The guy his friends knew from their school days was long gone. The guy that was just inside wasn’t the same one from university either. That was someone entirely different. Someone that had the confidence to stand up for what he believed was right and for what he thought was wrong. Someone that made a scene and someone that yelled like nothing he’d ever done before.

But he thought it was still too late.

He didn’t stop them from making fun of her again. It was just like the party nearly two years ago. Sarah did more of a number on the stupid guys and catty girls in the group. They watched her with disdain and snickered under their breath. When they finally had the whole place laughing at her expense, she finally lost it. “You’re really not going to say anything?” She asked it so quietly as she looked at Harry expectantly.

He was soundless, blank. His muscles were stiff. Frozen in this horrible moment. He should have done something. Said something. Anything would have been better than absolutely nothing. Sarah silently, telepathically, begged for him to do anything.

Maybe it was too late, but once she was out the door, he caused a scene. A loud one. One that his friends never expected him to produce. Sarah was so proud she could have cried. But there was one friend that said, “If you liked her, why didn’t you say anything?”

Harry wanted to scream.

*

It was a bit later that he found her. It wasn’t like she was missing, and no one knew where she was. It was just sad that no one was looking for her. No one really cared that she left.

But Harry did.

He always did.

She was sitting on the ground. A small blanket from her car was the only thing separating her from the cold ground. She was sitting up straight, her legs outstretched in front of her, and her neck craned almost perpendicular to the ground to stare at the sky.

“Hey kitten,” he said softly. He didn’t want to scare her.

“Do you like clouds?” She wondered.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he got closer to her, and he gazed down at her as she stared up at the endless world in front of them. Her eyes were glassy. They rotated across the view above her slowly, over, and over. He could see from her face that she was thinking so deeply about something, and he wondered what that was.

“’Ve never really...looked at them,” he admitted quietly. He wished he did. Just so it could be one more thing that he understood on her behalf. He glanced upwards now, and sure it was pretty but it was obvious she was seeing so much more than Harry. Something more. She always did.

“I love clouds,” she whispered and leaned back slowly to lie down and could stare at the sky without straining her neck, she was nearly unblinking as she watched the clouds shift before her. “I’ve always been a sky-kinda girl,” she explained. “No one ever really...” she shook her head. “No one I know understood it...except my mom,” she sighed scrunching her face sadly. “No one ever really understood me the way she did,” she whispered quietly.

Harry didn’t know what to say so he just stayed quiet. He was still looking at her, unable to move his eyes from her. She was stunning. Even when sad. He wanted to understand her, he thought he did have a pretty good understanding of her. But how was he supposed to compare to her mum? How could he get her to believe him after that horrific display?

“How can you not...” she shook her head as she trailed off changing her sentence part way through. “The sky is never going to look like this again,” she gestured toward the clouds. Harry finally looked up and really looked. The clouds were fluffy, pink, purple, gray, and yellow. The sun peeked through the thinner parts casting rays along the rest of the sky. It was beautiful. It was like a watercolor painting. “Even in five minutes...a whole new sky,” she mumbled.  It was very poetic the way she said it. However, Harry knew she wasn’t just talking about the sky. “I’ve always been in love with the sky,” she told him. Harry didn’t know that. He felt like he knew nothing about her in that moment.

“Yeah?” He murmured. It was all he could get his tongue to say.

“The sun, the stars, the moon. The clouds,” she shook her head. “M’in love with it all.”

While she stared at the sky, the air seemed so quiet, and Harry moved his gaze away from the clouds and back to her. He tried, with everything in him, to see what she saw. And yes, it was beautiful. But nothing compared to her. He wanted to say he loved her. Every part of her. He was in love with it all—but she was more than the sun, the stars, the moon, and the clouds. She was the entire universe.

“How’d you find me?”

“Huh?” He murmured sitting on the ground away from her two feet of space between them.

“Find me?” She repeated.

Harry was silent for a moment. “I... I don’t like t’be too far away from you,” he answered. It didn’t really answer her question. He hoped she would just let it go. He didn’t know how to explain to her that his heart would search far and wide for her. He wouldn’t rest until he knew where she was so he could know she was safe and okay...especially when he was the cause of her heartache.

“Oh,” she said softly. “Why?” She wondered.

He shook his head. “Something...something about you, love,” he mumbled.

There was just the sound of the light breeze whooshing past their ears for a moment. “I wish you figured that out years ago,” she said quietly. His chest hurt. He deserved that. “Y’know Harry, I always thought that you liked me,” she whispered bravely. “And I thought that was ridiculous because you were popular and lovely, and I was weird, smart, and quiet.”

“You are lovely,” he whispered. She seemed to pretend like she didn’t hear him.

“And then you kissed me, and I was so sure...and...” she shook her head trailing off, devastated again.

“Kitten,” he said softly. She didn’t need to finish her thoughts. He knew what she wanted to say.

She ignored him. “You can leave,” she said softly. She didn’t want him there anymore than he wanted to be there, she was sure.

Don’t go. Don’t leave her...again. Harry felt compelled to respect her wishes. To leave her alone and let her sit alone. But it was chilling rapidly. He had already left her once at that party and he regretted it so intensely, it still hurt even though she was right in front of him.

And the sky was almost as beautiful as she was.

And he hadn’t told her as such.

“I can’t,” he croaked. He felt so horrible for being too late. For not saying what he was feeling for not...for letting them treat her that way. Even after all these years. It made him sick. She turned her head and looked at him. “I can’t leave you, kitten.”

“M’sure I told you to stop calling me kitten,” she shook her head. She was exasperated. He watched the way her shoulders shook against the chilly air. He wanted to hold her. Wanted to warm her. The only thing he wanted was to touch her.

He winced. “Yeah...I can’t do that either.”

“Please leave,” she whispered.

Don’t. “Kitten.”

“Harry,” she sighed.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, and Harry propped himself to his knees beside her. He turned his body toward her. He wasn’t going to mess up. She glanced at him momentarily, sucking her lip into her mouth. She kept her eyes above, staring at the clouds ever changing and moving. The breeze was picking up, icing the air and surely her skin. Harry wanted to wrap his arms around her more, keep her warm and safe the way he never had before. She didn’t respond to his apology. “Kitten,” he said quietly.

“Harry, I swear to God, stop with the kitten.”

“No,” he said firmly. “I can’t. You’re my...” he shook his head. “I’m so sorry I was horrible t’you. But you’re my kitten. I can’t ever stop. Even if y’never forgive me—you’ll always be m’kitten.”

She felt her eyebrows pinch together, she stared at him soberly for a long moment. It felt like time had frozen there as the sun dipped further behind the clouds. The pink sky turning gray and dark, readying for the stars to appear.

Had he really been carrying this guilt all this time? Didn’t he know she was friends with him because...? Harry was intelligent, surely, he wasn’t this inept. “Harry... you’ve always been forgiven.”

He blinked. It felt like time had stopped. “What?”

“It was school, Harry. I can’t blame you...the hormones, the people, the...everything...it wasn’t your fault.”

Harry felt the air escape his lungs. “No,” he shook his head. “No, love...you can’t...you can’t give in that easily. I don’t deserve you and I was s’horrible t’you. If you jus’—”

“Harry, you weren’t horrible to me,” she shook her head. “There wasn’t a single day I spent with you that wasn’t the best day of my life,” she sounded irritated. “I don’t want to be in love with you, but I can’t help it. But it’s killing me. I don’t want to be in love with you anymore. I’m just...waiting for the inevitable heartbreak.”

Harry was still and silent. He wanted to cry. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want her to wait for that. It didn’t have to be like that. “Love.”

 “Harry, it hurts so much to be this in love and only for you to be scared and not reciprocate it.”

He nodded. “I know,” he winced; he didn’t understand the torment she was feeling due to his lack of attention or help. But he understood the torment he was feeling due to his own stupidity. Losing her would be the worst mistake of his life. “I wish...”

She sniffled and Harry realized she was crying. “I wish too,” she whispered. “You’re...my best friend. And I don’t want to lose you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I think tonight was proof I would...I mean. Can you really say that you’re not worried? They’re not going to go away. And for whatever reason they don’t like me.”

“I want nothing t’do with them, then, kitten. You’re m’whole world. M’whole life,” he explained.

She shook her head. “I don’t think it’s enough, Harry. I can love you and love you and love you but it’s just...”

He felt so defeated. Keep fighting. It was one tiny voice in his head shouting at the top of his lungs. It seemed useless. She was right in some ways. She had no reason to believe Harry could change after his performance. It seemed like the fight was futile. But he wanted her.

He wanted her something fierce.

“When was the last time we kissed?” He asked.

She blinked at him; it was so sudden. “What?”

“When did we kiss last?”

The blood rushed to her cheeks turning them pink like the sky but Harry wanted to kiss her until she was redder than a firetruck. “Harry...”

“Kitten, please,” he begged.

“You can’t fix us with a kiss.”

He leaned forward and cupped his hand against her face. She gasped softly and tried to pull her head away ever so slightly. “It won’t be one kiss.”

She looked so sad. “Harry...”

“Kitten,” he croaked and closed his eyes. He felt like the air in his lungs was solidifying as he tried to breathe. “If you really don’t want to, I won’t. But I have to try,” he told her. “You’re my whole world.”

She gazed at him, his hand on her cheek, and her eyes so mistrusting. “I’d rather you be my best friend than lose you because you don’t love me.”

“I adore you.”

“Do you think that’s enough?” She asked.

“It has to be.”

Swallowing she placed her hand over his against her cheek. She turned her head toward his palm and brushed her lips against it. “If you break my heart, I think I’ll die.”

He smirked sadly, without humor. “I think if I break your heart...I’ll die, too,” he whispered and gently, with the touch of a butterfly brushed his lips over hers. Her eyes closed and she seemed to melt into him.

“S’really cold out here,” she whispered.

He nodded and kissed her a little more deeply, wrapped his free arm around her, pulling her to him in hopes of keeping her warm. “Were y’gonna sit out here all night and freeze?”

She shook her head and smiled softly. “Guess I knew you would come around,” she admitted.

Harry sighed with relief. “M’glad you knew.”

Wrinkling her cute little nose, she leaned in and kissed Harry once more. “I think your kissing needs some work.”

“M’a bit out of practice.”

“Hmm,” she hummed and kissed him again.

“Let’s get you warm.”

“I’m pretty warm now,” she told him.

He nodded. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

With his forehead pressed to hers he grinned and then kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you,” it was so simple to say. Easy. So entirely easy. From far away they looked like a normal couple. Ready to watch and wish on shooting stars. There was silence between them, the air seeming to warm around them and Harry’s declaration. He would wait forever for her to say it back to him. Even if she just said it several times over, it meant something different now that Harry could say it.

“I love you too,” she answered finally. Harry sighed with relief and kissed her more.

There was nothing normal about them.

But she wouldn’t want it any other way.

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Tae Young x reader🤍

Tw: throwing up

I already have a post related to this, in a nutshell, you’re Robaire’s 15 year old little sister! Long story short, he wasn’t home a lot bc band n work, while that you got absolutely ruined and traumatized, n your parents decided it would be better if you spent the summer with him. You got a small crush on Tae(who’s 17 here) and he got a RAGING crush on you :D

(Won’t be related to anything in this but I hc reader/you/Y/N/YOUKNOWWHATIMEAN as chubbier, but anything u like)

-you were sitting on the bathroom floor.

-next to the toilet, mentally begging to finally throw up

-but you couldn’t.

-fuck.

-you were with the band at their beach house

-were, until your friends decided to throw a party nearby!

-did Robaire allow you to go?

-no.

-did you go?

-yes!

-are you sitting next to the toilet at 3:30am, really about to throw up but you can’t and you’re about to cry?

-yes!

-well Y/N you sucked this dick

-at least nobody’s awake, so they can’t scold you

-in the morning you’d just say that it’s good that they didn’t let you go because you got totally sick!

-ugh

-this was your first time throwing up with your piercing!(if you got it on the mouth, bc yes you have one)

-throwing up my ass, you tried to shove your finger down your throat and everything to make yourself finally throw up

-but nothing

-so you’ll just hope that you won’t fall asleep here

-not like you can, you feel horrible

-so hugging your legs to your chest and resting your forehead on your knees may be the maximum you can do until it comes from itself

-…

-you’ll never drink again

-this is horrible

-“Are you okay?”

-HEART ATTACK

-but it’s just Tae

-hi Tae

-girl if you saw the face you looked up at him with😭

-he smiled at you

-with such a dorky smile

-“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. What’s up? Can I come in?”

-FUCK him and how nice he is

-“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

-he sat down in front of you on the bathroom carpet, with.. yoghurt in hand?

-“You went to the party, right?”

-…

-“Yeah.”

-how can he put such a big spoon in his mouth?

-“Were you hungry?”

-you seriously cared, why would he eat yoghurt right now?

-“Ymeah, I’m usually asleep at this time but I didn’t have the time to eat anything before going to sleep, so I woke up. Always do when I don’t have dinner.”

-he shrugged, crossing his legs as he sat

-and shoving yoghurt into his face

-being adorably talkative

-“And when did you leave?”

-as he asked his, he spread his legs around and laid on his back

-“Around midnight. I had a friend down the road to pick me up..”

-you said, taking a deep breath

-those painful ones

-looking at him with an expression what… definitely describes that you want to throw up at this point to be over it, but can’t.

-his heart broke

-“You’re gonna survive it.”

-he looked up at you, eating the yoghurt as he laid on the cold tiles

-plus the little carpet under him, but not much more

-…

-“I like your pjs.”

-Tae giggled at this

-blushed too, but he laid his head back on the floor before you could see it

-you made him giggle!

-are you… better than everyone?

-“Thanks. It matches with T., but he doesn’t like wearing shirts to sleep, so you can’t really tell. He has them in whole pants, though.”

-it made sense

-it was a purple shirt with some pattern and a pair of black shorts

-it looked cute on him

-cute is another thing though

-what he finds you right now

-you were obviously drunk, but at least he could spend time with you

-and you looked painfully funny

-if you’d pay attention to it, you would notice that you’re blushing too

-but sadly you didn’t

-too busy with being about to throw up

-you hated this

-…

-if throw up..

-you felt worse

-way worse..

-…

-“I’m gonna throw up.”

-“Woah.”

-poor yoghurt..

-because Tae immediately threw it on the ground

-and rushed over to you to hold your hair

-and pat your back

-…

-Tae didn’t like the sounds of you throwing up neither, but being there for you was much more important now

-he didn’t expect the first interaction what he would have with you and it’s not a small talk would be this

-but he didn’t complain

-he liked your company

-even when you were in agony

-and he actually felt great that he could be there with you

-poor you though..

-“Feeling better?”

-he brushed the hair out of your face when you finally raised your head from the toilet

-then he reached to flush the toilet

-“Yeah.”

-you couldn’t help but smirk a little

-“Thanks.”

-you were so beautiful.

-fuck you were so beautiful

-he just got one of these adrenaline rushes when you want to scream

-“You’re very welcome.”

-…

-“My parents told me that when I was a baby and they gave me to Robaire for him to burp me, I threw up all over his back..”

-“Let me get you some water.”

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

-“Good morning. Quick question, do you have any idea why is the bathroom carpet white?”

-it was Jesse who came into your room in the morning

-seemingly confused when he saw Tae with you

-“Ooh, yeah.”

-Tae raised his head from the set of cards he had in hand, which he tried to hide from you even while you two were literally laying next to each other.

-“Sorry, Y/N got sick at midnight and I ate yoghurt with her. All fine now though.”

-that was.. kind of too believable to deny.

-good.

-“I’m fine.”

-“You’re cleaning up then.”

-“Sir yes sir!”

-Tae saluted as he said this

-“HA I saw your cards!”

-“NOOO”

[thelostgirl21]

A collection of unsent drafts that Radovid, Comma Prince, has written over the last 20+ years...

Dear Jaskier,

I think your music is phenomenal and filled with homoerotism...

I totally blame you for my sexual awakening...

Please do me?

---

Dear Jaskier,

Are you gay?

Would you like to be?

I could show you!

Gods, I'm hopeless...

---

Dear Jaskier,

Is it wrong to want to be stuck in the middle of a bard / Witcher sandwich?

---

Dear Jaskier,

Do you think one can fall in love with someone through their songs?

Because yours are filled with so much beauty, poetry, symbolism and inner truths, that I think you have one of the most beautiful, intriguing, and beguiling spirits I've ever seen...

Or heard...

Actually, indirectly heard since I've never had the pleasure of hearing your voice.

I mean, I've heard your voice through your songs - as in the things you wish to say through your lyrics! Just not "your voice" as in... Ah, the sound coming from the vibrations of your vocal cords?

Gods dammit!

---

Dear Jaskier,

Would you believe I've a master in the 7 liberal arts, too?

And in the art of being a gay disaster, apparently...

---

Dear Jaskier,

Penis.

---

Dear Jaskier,

I thought writing it down would take my mind off it.

Spoilers alert: it didn't.

Penis, cock, dick...

Ah, fuck it!

---

Dear Jaskier,

After his fifth attempt to find me a princess to marry, I finally told my brother that I'm gay, and now he's pissed!

Apparently, they were all really counting on me to have kids since Hedwig can't give him an heir, and now I've ruined all of his and Dijkstra's brilliant plans!

Fuck, I hate Dijkstra so much...

At least Philippa has the decency of looking fabulous!

I'm telling you, that mage really slays!

Probably literally, too...

Yeah, on second thought, not sure that's such a good thing...

---

Dear Jaskier,

So, apparently my brother has forgiven me for ruining his plans of succession, since it's not like it's going to be his problem to deal with!

Yeah, after "much thinking on his part", it has finally occurred to him that heirs are only useful once you're dead, so he's never going to have any use for them!

Therefore, I should feel free to" waste as much royal seed as I want!"

Gods, I hate him so much, sometimes...

Although, that means I won't have to marry a princess, right?

---

Dear Jaskier,

Marry me?

---

Dear Jaskier,

I had a moment of weakness, and asked Philippa to find out where you were from and...

You're a Viscount?!?!

Oh my fucking Gods, I can't believe you're a Viscount!!!

Look, I'd totally have wanted to marry you regardless of any titles of nobility, but this makes things so much easier!

You see, Mom was a Baronness!

So, if Dad was allowed to marry a Baronness, and my brother chose to get married to a barren Princess, I'd like to see anyone try to tell me I can't marry a Viscount!

---

Dear Jaskier,

So, I asked Vizimir if I could get married to a Viscount, and he rolled his eyes at me, dramatically said "fine!", then asked "where the fuck is Lettenhove?"

Where the fuck is Lettenhove?

---

Dear Julian Alfred Pankratz,

Julian is actually kinda pretty, you know, although I can see why you'd want to choose a more personalized name, given your career as an artist...

Jaskier suits you.

Fuck, I've never actually met or spoken to you, but I've already decided that Jaskier suits you?

I'm hopeless!

---

Dear Jaskier,

I heard your new song and I'm so, so sorry...

I think I'm still a bit in shock over it...

I mean, how long has it been between you two? Twenty years?

And he just...

Look, I have no words!

How could he?!?!

Spent the whole dinner last night crying in my fucking soup, to the point I actually got my brother worried.

Tried to pretend I'd been reading this really tragic romance novel, but he didn't look too convinced.

He'll probably have Philippa breathing down my neck for a few days to make sure I'm okay...

Is there anything I could do to help you feel better?

I'm guessing you mean "burn" figuratively, and you wouldn't actually want me to ask my brother to arrest him and have him burn on a pyre, right?

Right?

Because we've got at least one of those...

---

Dear Jaskier,

Our bard sang the song again, and I had to excuse myself to from the room for a moment.

I know I said I wanted to marry you, but not like this!

I don't want you to have to give up on those you love for me to be with you.

I just... I just wish I could hopefully bring you even more love and happiness in your life...

Does that make any sense?

---

Dear Jaskier,

Just to be clear, that was just the anger, heartbreak and disappointment talking. I would never actually use my position to have Geralt of Rivia killed nor harmed in any way!

Unless you were to clearly ask me to...

Hurt him a bit for you, that is.

But, just so you know, I draw the line at any form of dismemberment or permanent maiming!

---

Dear Jaskier,

So, rumor has it the bastard has finally apologized, and you two have been spotted traveling together again?

Good.

He better treat your right.

---

Dear Jaskier,

How dare you?!

How fucking dare you?!

First, I am pleased to confirm that I was a hundred percent right, and "Jaskier" truly does suit you.

But sweet Melitele! You have no right to be so good looking, hot, and adorable at the same time!

What even was that curtsy-bow... ah, bounce?

You're just like I imagined, and nothing like I could ever have imagined, and, fuck... you're perfect!

Your voice even seems to sing when you are talking! How is that possible?

What I wouldn't give to actually listen to you perform one of your songs...

---

Dear Jaskier,

And just like that, we are back to penis.

---

Dear Jaskier,

I still can't find the words...

It was...

You are...

I am...

Fuck.

I am yours, is what I am!

I can't find the words, but I still remember every single one of yours...

Every one of them, right down to their very melody...

Been harassing our bard to teach me to play it...

Sadly, helping you won't be as easy as you make it sound; Philippa's started figuring out I'm not as clueless as I pretend to be, and from her sudden interest in me, I fear she might be misinterpreting my intents.

Still, I just want to make good on my word, and find a way to keep you and your family safe, Jaskier...

I need you to be safe...

Hopefully, Dijkstra and Philippa can convince my brother to reconsider his deal with Nilfgaard. After all, it's not like Vizimir ever would listen to me when it comes to making political decisions.

I'm way too much of an idealist and bleeding heart, according to him...

Still, I don't get why no one in this place seems to understand the value of win-win scenarios...

---

Dear Jaskier,

The good? My brother has been convinced. If she comes to Redania, Ciri will be fiercely kept and protected from Nilfgaard.

The bad? Convincing him involved a tiny bit of regicide, and I can't tell my brother about it, else I might end up a little dead, too.

Say, I hear your Witcher has a thing for adopting royals... think he'd adopt me?

Hopefully, once Vilgefortz has been exposed as a spy and a traitor to the Brotherhood, all this madness will stop; and we'll be able to catch and get rid of Rience once he looses access to his master's resources and protection.

I swear, I never expected things to get that bad, Jaskier... But I'll find a way to fix this. I have to.

Maybe if I can convince Ciri to come to Redania with your Witcher and his Sorceress, the combined power of Cintra and its allies with the North will he enough to stay Nilfgaard's hand, a second war will be averted, Dijkstra and Philippa will finally leave me alone, your debt to them will be considered paid in full, and perhaps your family can help change the way Redania has been ruling things as of late...

Yeah, I'd like to see Dijkstra and Philippa think they can get away with bullying your Witcher, a Witcher trained Princess, and two of the most powerful magic users of the Continent.

Of course, there's no guarantee Ciri would even want to listen to me, but I've got to try, at least.

[raayllum]

Was thinking about this parallel and “Claudia and Rayla refusing to let Callum and Viren die in S4″ and general S4 parallel shenanigans, turning them over in my brain like a rotisserie chicken, and realized it goes much deeper (and the four of them unfortunately don’t have a group foils tag, as why it ends why it always ends currently excludes Callum) and this isn’t going to be super coherent because I’m sleepy and am going to do my best to keep this short but

What the Fuck I Think Is Up with Callum-Rayla Viren-Claudia in S4, or the Interlocking of the Cycle’s Wheel

Let’s get the obvious stuff out of the way

Viren-Callum parallels, yeah, we’ve known that since 1x01 or at the very least 1x02, we’re gouda

Raydia parallels with their dads who ask them to do shady stuff and then can’t stop them from continuing to do shady stuff, we knew that

Viren and Claudia / Callum and Rayla being reunited after two years apart by Claudia and Rayla’s efforts

Callum and Claudia being contrasted by doing major feats of magic in order to save Viren and Rayla in 3x09

Rayla and Claudia being contrasted in 3x09 by being Viren’s killer and saviour respectively 

Rayla and Claudia paralleling the way they continue to push at their current missions in Through the Moon and 4x02 even when Callum / Viren are doubtful or wanting to take a different path, both going on a quest into Xadia to ensure Viren’s death / survival in doing so

Viren and Rayla ultimately being unable to diverge in 4x09 with Rayla running after him with only one sword and Viren picking up his staff after a season of likewise rejecting / being hesitant about it

Viren-Rayla parallels with their paranoia and practicality and ruining their own lives, more subtle but still absolutely there

Claudia and Rayla rejecting Viren / Callum’s plans for their deaths in 4x02 and 4x07

The Viren-Claudia-Rayla parallels just to cover all our bases

With all of that out of the way let’s get into it

So like I said, both Viren and Callum talk to Claudia and Rayla about wanting to die this season for ‘the greater good’ of their lives, and both times, each respective girl wholeheartedly rejects it quite harshly after a moment of softening

Okay, seems simple enough. But here’s where things get a little more complicated. Claudia, after all, doesn’t know how dangerous Aaravos is, but Rayla does, and yet they make similar calls here. Claudia refuses to let her dad die, even if she has to drag him along the whole time, and Rayla refuses to let Callum die, let alone by her own hand. They’re weighing their loved one against something possibly dangerous or unknown, something that has certainly been detrimental to both of them and leading to serious trauma of things they deem overall better left unsaid

and still choosing the loved one.

Okay, still pretty simple. Shit isn’t interlocking or overlapping too much. But then 4x04 comes along with the way it parallels Claudia and Callum explicitly as Aaravos’ most overt pawns in a lot of ways

and scenes of Viren and Callum waking up to find Terry and Rayla sobbing in the middle of the night (4x04 and 3x04) and offering words in response: “Rayla, it’s okay [to cry]” and “Get a grip,” reinforcing the way Viren and Callum have been shutting down this mix of love and pain, trying not to feel things at all. We know from later on in the season that part of this advice stems from worry over Claudia for Viren

and what Callum was doing until he arguably broke down fully in 4x09 and let himself fully feel a lot of what he’s been repressing all season long by embracing Rayla

But it goes deeper than that, with 4x07 and Viren’s nightmares also confirming that Viren still feels guilt over what Claudia has gone through thanks to his death and involvement with Aaravos, even after 4x02

Likewise, 4x07 also foreshadows / shows that one of the people Callum is most worried about hurting is Rayla because this shot is about as overt as it can be

Like Viren, Callum is worried about being a pawn in Aaravos’ game and how he may hurt the people around him, while Viren worries he already has; Callum is aware he may be becoming like Claudia, pushed further down a dark path he’s previously rejected, and caught up just as unknowingly as her in Aaravos’ web in so many ways

Callum and Claudia have already done whatever it takes to save their loved ones (dark magic for Rayla and Soren; their juxtaposed saving of their loved one who fell off the Storm Spire as cited earlier in 3x09); Viren, Claudia, and Rayla have all done deplorable things in hopes of protecting / saving their loved ones, as Viren also cites in 4x04:

But there is an aching pain mixed with love that you feel in these moments. I have always been ready to do anything to protect my family, however dangerous, however vile. In the name of love, you may commit acts so unforgivable... you will never forgive yourself. 

Mirroring what Rayla says in her letter and what Claudia said earlier (“I had to do things...”) and indeed a line from Bloodmoon Huntress about Rayla’s best friend at the time, a tiny adoraburr

but it’s something more important than that. I’M GOING TO KEEP YOU SAFE. I have to. I love you too much not to. [...] sometimes, we make sacrifices so that the ones we love don’t have to. It’s part of protecting them—part of protecting you. Taking on hard choices and going to dark places is an act of love. It’s a gift. So, please let me give you this gift, Callum. Stay safe, and stay in the light. Don’t follow me, and don’t look for me. I don’t think you’ll find me, anyway.

The river’s fast, but you’re basically my best friend. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. No matter what it took.

Viren has typically been confident he’s making the right choice; Rayla worries over making the wrong one; Callum is anxious about having no choice; and Claudia is triggered by having to choose at all. 

All of this to say: they all have the same core, explicit, and opposing desires to save the people they love. Rayla still wants to kill Viren and protect Callum, and keep him from becoming a pawn in Aaravos’ game; Viren fears that Claudia will be turned into a pawn and wants to keep her safe from the danger he’s put her in; Callum is worried that he may put Rayla in danger due to Aaravos’ hold on him; and it seems like little to nothing will ever deter Claudia from saving her father, permanently. They are all more terrified of losing/hurting the other more than anything. 

Viren has an incentive to not want Aaravos loose to try to protect his daughter; Claudia has an incentive to free Aaravos in order to save her father. Rayla will already likely save Callum from Aaravos’ brainwashing, either too late (leading to Callum playing his part) or just in time, since as she stated, she’ll do whatever it takes to save him. However, that doesn’t answer entirely how Aaravos gets out or how Callum could play into his hands even without the brainwashing, unless it’s for someone he loves, like Rayla. After all: 

All of this to say S4 absolutely Fucks and I love it so much and I cannot wait for the next season to see how this collision course of love and messiness is going to turn out, and for the one who turns the Wheel of the Cycle to finally get to spin it himself. 

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Inspired by a conversation @thefreak0fhawkinshigh had about Eddie & Uncle Waune yesterday; I hope it was okay to expand on it and write this!!! If not, let me know & I'll delete it!💗

Also thank you to @sparks363 for helping me with some D&D terminology and helping me to figure out a D&D related reason for Eddie to climb a tree (it HAD to be campaign related for the plot!) so I don't ruin the immersion and whatnot within Eddie's narrative and rereading paragraphs over for me so my mistakes didn't become seen by the public eye😂💀 Thank youuuu ~ honey🥺🙏

ALSO also thank you to @niceboyeds for checking that this fic was Munson-y enough; I've been really worried recently that I've lost my touch so I truly appreciate your input!!🫂💗

Summary: Eddie climbs a tree and scares the shit out of Uncle Wayne when he falls due to a breaking branch. Angry shouting hides fearful tears and the Munson men spend the rest of the afternoon exchanging well-known truths. THIS IS NOT X READER - this is a Munson Family Moment.

TW; Uncle Wayne yells at Eddie because he's so far up the tree that if he speaks normally, Eddie won't hear him and THEN he yells angrily but he's just scared - there's no actual anger or anything!, Eddie is a bit of a shit and pushes his luck until he realises gravity isn't his friend, both Munsons cry, there's fluffyness and affection.

Word count: 1, 918.

At any time of day or night, many a sound could be heard coming from the Munson trailer; the nauseatingly loud 'music' that troubled Munson boy liked to blast ("educating the masses on good music", he had commented once), chord progressions first patiently learned and then hashed out in frustration before the music settled into softer practice, the sound of that mini-van racing around sharp corners (and cutting them if there weren't any), quiet hushed whispers, the banging of cupboards, but above all else; laughter.

Laughter was the most common sound to come out of the Munson home in Forest Hills Trailer Park; even the neighbours deadset against hating the Munson men would readily admit that.

The Munson men were many things, but happy together was most definitely one of them.

Shouting was never a sound which came from those cracked open windows, however. Wayne Munson was quiet, understated, he spoke only when spoken to or if he felt that the effort it took to speak was worthy of being spent on the people he was around. When he spoke, people listened. He raised his voice at his boy only when he absolutely had to, and every other time he spoke quietly, with a gruffness at total odds with his demeanour. He never shouted at Eddie.

Not unless he really, really had to.

Those times were extremely unusual, but they did occur.

And one day in the summer of 1985 (just before our beloved Eddie was due to start his third senior year), the Munsons had one of their rare blowouts.

Eddie had been having what Uncle Wayne liked to call "main character moments" all day, in which he got curious over whether or not the things his character did in his most recent campaign were actually possible. In this campaign, his character had climbed up a big tree, wanting to get a better look at his surroundings. It was a thick forest, almost impossible to see even your hand in front of your face without some kind of lantern, but the trees were thinner at the top, and so climbing was the only option available to the party if they wanted to be able to leave the forest and continue on with their journey. As the bravest, Eddie's character was elected to go first, and so he did. Grumbling the whole way, but he still did it.

That was a trait Eddie shared with his character.

In the real world, Eddie wanted to find out if it was possible to climb such a high tree all on his own, with no safety nets or any kind of equipment. It was dumb as shit and he knew it, but was it going to stop him? No. His character did it, so why couldn't he? So, in his infinite wisdom, Eddie had found a tree within the trailer park (which happened to be within eye sight, hearing range and easy running distance for Uncle Wayne from his home for, you know, safety reasons), and started climbing it. He knew from all his years of climbing trees as a child that if the branches were thick enough and they were close together, it was doable to climb. Not safe, per se, but doable.

Eddie got about half way up the tree before he began to feel like something was wrong. There wasn't much of a wind, but there was a creaking sound coming from somewhere. It wasn't from the movement of his leather clad arms, his jacket was too worn in, too loved, for that, and it wasn't from his white high tops, either. Just as alarm bells began to ring out in his head to stop, Eddie, stop, his Uncle's voice rang out from below him, loud and imposing and angry.

It was a good thing that Eddie knew his Uncle much, much better than that. No one else would have heard the slight tremble in his Uncle's voice, but Eddie heard it. Even so, he began to look around for the next branch to climb up on.

"Edward Wayne Munson, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Ah, shit," Eddie cursed, wincing. "The full name means I'm in for it, man," he turned and looked over his shoulder, down, down at his Uncle. He grinned to see that he was so far up off the ground that he felt like he was living in the world that he had built up within his head. "M'climbing!"

"No," Uncle Wayne shook his head fiercely, his eyes fixed on the bowing branch his boy was stood on. "Son, I know you know what you're doin', you've been climbin' trees since you were a kid, but ya' gotta come down from there."

"What?" Eddie scoffed, turned back to the tree, and grabbed the branch above him to begin to pull himself up, "It's fine!"

"No, it ain't," Uncle Wayne's voice rang out loud enough even from high up where Eddie was that the younger Munson winced, "get down, Eddie, now! Don't make me come up there after you, boy!"

Eddie's previously raised red flag now doubled in intensity because Uncle Wayne never spoke to him like that. Jokingly, yes, with a raised tone, yes, but full-on shouting and threats? That was not in the Munson Doctrine, it never had been and it never would be.

Which meant that this was serious.

And Eddie was literally way up in the air where his Uncle couldn't help him. Heat began to flood the inside of his forehead just as Eddie began to realise that gravity was not, in fact, his friend, and that perhaps that creaking had been the warning sign preceding his Uncle's own verbal one.

"Shit, shit, shit," Eddie's hair flew about his face like dark lightning as he looked around towards the ground, looking for somewhere to go, panic and tensions rising in the tree and down on the ground, both Munsons with baited breath, and Uncle Wayne barely keeping himself together. "Uhh, dad - ?" He called down over his shoulder, "can I cash in on that help, please? Come and get me, man." He lowered his voice and then said, "I'm scared", fingers patting at the tree bark as he continued to look for somewhere to go, as the creaking grew louder and the ground beneath his feet, the branch, which was thick but far less stable than he had initially assumed, began to sway and dip with every shift of his lithe body.

The odds were not in Eddie's favour, for as soon as Eddie saw a branch a little out to his left, one which he could probably reach, the branch snapped.

Luckily, Eddie had had a hold of the branch above him, and so as the branch below him gave way, Eddie was suspended in the air, his upper body strength the only thing keeping him from falling. His lanky legs kicked blindly as he sought for support, and finally he found that branch which had been to the left of where he had been stood, and with far less grace than Eddie would ever admit to, he managed to get himself stable again.

"Jesus Christ, boy!" Uncle Wayne's voice had a more noticeable tremble to it now, but Eddie didn't look back over his shoulder at his Uncle as he began his descent. He wanted out of the tree now. This wasn't fun anymore. "I told ya' to get down 'n now you've gone and almost got yourself killed!"

"Yeah, well," Eddie exhaled heavily as he finally touched down on the cold, hard ground, "wasn't exactly planning for the branches to give out on me, man." His voice was quiet, tone low, embarrassment blazing across his cheeks and the upper shells of his ears. He stumbled as he righted himself properly, legs shaky from the scare. Eddie wasn't sure what was more scary - the way he could have seriously hurt himself, the sound of the branch snapping ringing in his ears, or the way he had scared his dad so badly that as soon as he was on stable ground, Uncle Wayne had Eddie wrapped up in his arms.

"Don't you ever fuckin' do that again, Eddie! These trees ain't right for climbing, they're too damn old."

Eddie had a protest right on the tip of his tongue but he didn't voice it; Uncle Wayne had pulled him into his chest so damn tight that Eddie could only feel his Uncle, he could only smell him, he could only be in his Uncle's embrace as the elder Munson rained kisses down upon the crown of Eddie's head, his nose lingering in those dark curls he had spent years brushing and braiding for his son, helping him to take care of himself when he wanted to but especially when he couldn't.

"Can't scare me like that, boy, ya' gotta be more careful."

"In my defense," Eddie laughed wetly, his eyes begin to tear up as the weight of the situation began to sink into him. He leaned into Uncle Wayne, welcoming his embrace, "you left me unsupervised. What did you think was gonna happen?" A pause and then, "plus, I'm like, grown n' shit, m' not a baby anymore! Don't gotta' keep watchin' me when I go play or whatever."

Uncle Wayne huffed air through his nose in amusement, "don't, Eddie, you could've - you could've been hurt up there and I couldn't have done anything to protect you, like I always have and I always will." A similar pause to the one Eddie took pronounced his next words, "an' unfortunately for you, son, you'll always be my baby boy." Uncle Wayne pressed a kiss to the top of Eddie's head with intention; when he pulled away, Eddie could still feel the pressure of his father's affection, "Whether you like it or not."

"I'm sorry, man," Eddie pressed into Uncle Wayne, who only wrapped his arms even tighter around his son as the two cried together and got the stress of the situation out of their systems. "Guess my character can handle trees better than I can."

He pulled away from the embrace and Uncle Wayne smiled fondly at Eddie as he used the calloused pads of his thumbs to swipe tears away. "All right, that's enough cryin'. Thought you said you weren't a baby anymore." The teasing lilt in his dad's voice was back, and it made the noticeable tension in Eddie's shoulders melt away.

"Yeah, well, crying is metal as shit, dad, so... there's no shame in crying, man." Eddie reached up and used his pointer fingers to dash away his dad's tears, pulling him back in for another hug afterwards. "M'okay, dad, I promise."

"Better be, Eddie. I don't know how I'd survive in a world without you."

"No more trees or we'll be finding out." It was a weak joke, but it made them both smile as humour dispelled the remainder of the tension.

Nerves jangled but tears slowed and the tree forgotten, the Munsons found their ways back to the trailer, but they didn't go their separate ways. They stayed together, shoulder to shoulder on the sofa as they watched whatever shit was on, and if Eddie happened to slouch into his dad's side and if Uncle Wayne happened to tuck his son tighter under his arm to keep him there where he was safe and if Eddie fell asleep against his dad's shoulder, then that was just for the two of them.

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