#reblogging again because .... *smoke bomb*

[sanguineterrain]

im begging you to write a part 2 of vigilante reader because the way you write??? the dynamic between reader and jason??? the sex tension???are chef kiss!!!

thanks very much! part 2 and I couldn't put off the reveal bc I'm just too impatient lol 🫶 but I might write another part post-reveal? maybe? cuz I'm growing attached to these two <3

jason todd x gn!vigilante!reader (nocturne). tw explosions, smoke inhalation, reader passes out, canon typical violence, identity reveal, asshole bruce. jason is in love? jason is in love.

read pt 1 here! | all fics are reblogged to @sanguinelibrary

****

"Go home."

"Bruce, I—"

Bruce looks at you, eyes sharp with fury and... something else. Something older.

The others know how to talk back. You still haven't gained the courage to sass The Batman.

"Go. Home. If you need an escort, I can call Superman."

You take a step back at his coldness.

"Bruce, I know I messed up, letting Hood escape but—"

"Yes, you did. You deliberately disobeyed an order. I told everybody to stand down. He could've killed you."

But he didn't, you don't say. He could've, but he chose not to.

He'd felt safe.

"I had it under control, honestly. He wasn't—it wasn't like the other encounters you've had with him. He wouldn't have hurt me."

That is the wrong thing to say. You realize that after the words leave your mouth and the muscles in Bruce's jaw jump.

"You can't be this naive. I know I wouldn't have chosen someone who's this naive," he says savagely. "You know Hood can't be trusted, and you're defending him to me. We've seen time and again he's rogue. He doesn't make sense and that's exactly why he's dangerous."

"But if you would just listen—"

"Enough," he snaps. "Enough. Go home. I'm suspending you for three weeks."

"Three w—I'm not even injured!" you cry.

"No, but you need the time. You're not thinking clearly. Go. I don't want to see you until next month."

You press your lips together before you say something truly foul. Something about Batman's habit of pushing people away. Something about dead Robins.

You don't let the tears fall until you leave the Cave. This is all Hood's fault. You know it would've been a different conversation if you'd managed to successfully capture him.

You'll take down the Red Hood if it's the last thing you do.

****

It takes you approximately two days to break your suspension.

In your defense, you meant to follow Bruce's orders. You would've stayed put and helped Barbara with research instead.

But not at the expense of civilian lives.

"All units to Canal and Riverview, 10-80. Standby. Do not enter the factory until given clearance from the Bomb Squad."

You turn off the police scanner and stuff it in your drawer. In Gotham, explosions usually come in multiples. If there's one, there's bound to be another. The police are generally inept when it comes to evacuating civilians. You know one of the other Bats are on their way, but you're the closest to the docks.

You glance at your suit. No. If you go as Nocturne, Batman might suspend you indefinitely.

You grab your gas mask and put on a black hoodie and a domino mask. You'll just have to make do.

The marina is blanketed in thick smoke. It makes your eyes water. But in the commotion it causes, you're able to slip past the barriers and help workers out of the factory. It's difficult because without the suit, people don't give you the same trust and respect. But you're anonymous, and that's all that matters.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

You ignore the voice and keep hauling two elderly workers towards the exit. They're barely outside before you turn around, determined to clear every level of the factory.

You're yanked backward by a hand on your hoodie. You nearly lose your footing, but the hand is firm, dragging you towards the pier.

You're spun around and put face to face with a red helmet.

Oh, of all the fucking—

"Let go of me!" you shout, smacking his arm. Hood's grip tightens.

"I will as soon as you stop doing stupid shit. What were you thinking, coming here?"

You pause. Whoops. This isn't how a plain civilian would react to being apprehended by the Red Hood.

And that's definitely not how the Red Hood would react to getting swatted by a random civilian. Shit.

"I was, um, I was thinking I could help," you say haltingly. "P-please don't hurt me, Mr. Hood, I was—"

Hood sighs and lets you go, then tucks his gun into his holster.

"Cut the shit. I know you're Nocturne. I also know that you need some acting lessons because what the hell was that? Mr. Hood?"

A chill washes over you. "I don't know what you mean. Nocturne?"

Hood shakes his head. "I don't have time for this. The building's gonna collapse any second. Stay. Put."

He goes back toward the smoking entrance. Your eye twitches as you follow him.

"Last time I checked, you don't have that kind of authority, Hood."

He turns around and looms over you. "Don't I?"

Anyone else would back down. You might've a week ago. You should, after the tongue lashing Bruce gave you.

But there's no soot on Hood's helmet or vest. He doesn't smell sweet like gasoline or pungent like motor oil.

He was in the factory to help.

Something shifts. Batman is wrong. Batman is more wrong than he's ever been.

Because Hood's not the enemy here. Not anymore. Maybe not ever.

You push past Hood. "It'll be faster if we work together."

"Oh, absolutely not. You're not even in your suit."

"As per your request," you say, flashing a plastic smile. "You're welcome."

"Don't get cute with me, you—hey!"

You dart past him and go straight into the factory. Hood shouts your name, which makes you pause, just for a moment.

But revealed identity or not, you need to clear the building. So you pull on your mask and run faster.

Your worst fear is confirmed when you check the upper level: someone was missed in the evacuation. It's a worker, and she's unconscious.

You don't think about how explosions come in pairs in Gotham. Don't think about how long it'll take to get to the exit.

You take off your mask and slide it onto her face. The smoke burns your throat immediately, but you ignore it and lift her in a fireman carry, just as you were taught all those years ago by Robin. He's the one who taught you how to save people without relying on brute strength or height.

You hope he's alright, wherever he is. You hope he's not too upset seeing you rush into a burning building.

That's your last thought when you see the entrance. Your face is covered in sweat and grime. The heat from the fires is exhausting. You can feel your eyes beginning to close.

"There's something seriously wrong with you," a decoded voice says in your ear, and then the woman's weight is lifted from your shoulders.

Hood grabs your hand, the woman over his opposite shoulder, and you make it out just as the second explosion goes off. It knocks you forward.

Hood puts the woman down just in time to catch you. His arm is around your waist, the other hand cradling your head. His gloved thumb touches your mouth, and you feel his dawning realization as he finally sees your mask on the woman.

"Don't tell Ba'man," you slur.

"Jesus fuck—" Hood starts to drag you. You feel lightheaded. He's moving, and you wish he'd stop. "You don't take off your mask. You never take off your mask. We taught you that!"

"She was unconscious, J'y..."

Arms tighten around you. Everything goes dark.

****

You wake up to the smell of scrambling eggs.

For a moment, you just bask in the smell. It smells like Alfred's breakfast scramble. Bacon. Butter. Golden potatoes.

Then you wake up further and realize that you're not in the Manor. You're in your apartment.

So who's cooking?

You get up quietly, slipping out of your room. You pause in front of the full-length mirror.

Honestly, you've looked worse. Your hair needs a wash, and you're in the same clothes you went into the building with, which are now a little charred. But your face is clean of soot, and your throat hurts only a little.

The kitchen sink runs. You slowly creep out into the living room, keeping your breathing even and silent.

The mess of black hair, you recognize. Sort of. You might've mistaken him for Bruce if you didn't know that Bruce has a lifetime ban from kitchens all over the world.

He's too tall to be Dick. Too skilled in the kitchen to be Bruce. Too nice to be Bruce, too—you can't imagine Bruce Wayne making you eggs. Especially when you disobeyed his orders. Again.

The red helmet on the kitchen stool turns your blood to ice.

You grab the letter opener from a drawer and wait a few seconds to see if Hood's heard you. Then you throw the letter opener with near perfect aim at his exposed shoulder.

He catches it without turning.

Your heart skips a beat. Every time you think you might get the drop on him, Hood reminds you just how competent he really is.

A mix of fear, aggravation, and something you don't want to examine too closely swirls in your gut.

"Impressive," he says. "Dami been training you? Mama Al-Ghul spent a lot of time on his knife lessons."

"Why are you in my apartment?"

Hood sets the letter opener down on the counter and turns off the stove. Then he serves the breakfast scramble on two plates, then sprinkles chives over them.

This is the weirdest kidnapping ever.

He sighs, back still facing you.

"You can't tell anyone it's me," he says.

"You make a lot of demands for a guy who just used the last of my eggs."

Hood laughs. It sounds wet. It sounds like grief.

"God, I've missed ya, honeylove."

Your heart pounds. You try to find another weapon, anything. Hood doesn't give you the chance.

He turns around.

The first thing you see is the stark white streak of hair and the curls you once loved. The curls that were near unrecognizable in the casket.

You were right: Batman was wrong.

[irisintheafterglow]

what if all i need is you? (college bsf!suguru x you)

summary: after failed attempts to find a date to a relative's birthday party, your best friend acts as your fake boyfriend.

wc: 2.8k

cw/tags: fake dating, best friends to lovers, first kiss, implied fem!reader but no specific pronouns used (wears makeup and heels), swearing, mentions of drinking and smoking, reader is kinda mean at the beginning but they're just stressed, satoru being satoru

note: back on my suguru bullshit! hope you enjoy :))

likes, replies, and reblogs are appreciated <33

“You remember the plan?”

“Yep, I had it down the third and fourth times you repeated it.” You send him a glare out of the corner of your vision, carefully pulling the mascara wand up across your lashes. The dim car lights weren’t the ideal environment to finish getting ready, but whatever time you could waste out here was time you didn’t have to spend at the party. 

“It’s all there. $250, like we agreed,” you say without looking at him as he flips through the stack of money from the yellow package hiding in the glove compartment. “I’m not giving you more, so don’t ask.”

“Wasn’t going to,” he reassures you, watching as you tensely tap fine glitter onto the inner corners of your eyes and spread it over your cheekbones. He inhales and you already anticipate what he was going to say. “You know, I really shouldn’t be taking your money–”

“I don’t care that you don’t want the money, Suguru. It makes me feel better, so please, shut up and take it,” you state for what felt like the tenth time. He sighs in defeat, eyeing you like you were a tiger pacing around a cramped cage in a zoo. Having your best friend go with you as your fake date to a relative’s birthday party both complicated and simplified things at the same time, which made you all the more tense for what might happen. 

Date me for a month and earn $250! No commitment, no long-term relationships! Call me at (XXX) XXX-XXX for more info! is what the flyers that you stuck to the bulletin boards around campus proclaimed. It was a last-ditch effort to find a date to your grandmother’s cousin’s birthday party and a direct result of your family being too curious about your dating life in college. The plan was simple, in your head. You would find a random person to pretend to date for a month, bring them to the party, and then break up with them a week later. No harm done and no questions asked, right?  

“Any takers on that dating flyer yet?” 

“No,” you groan, letting your forehead hit the desk with a dull thud. It was harder than you thought it would be to find someone to act as your fake boyfriend. “All they want is sex or to negotiate a higher pay. They think I’m a hooker or a trust fund baby, I guess.”

“I can confirm that you are neither of those things,” he chuckles from the other side of the line. “Unless, you have some news to tell me.” You snort and shake your head, taking notice of the darkness outside your window. It must have been hours since you first started your phone call with Suguru and forced him to help you through a homework assignment, and the rumbling in your stomach was becoming a little more insistent. 

“Shit. It’s late, so I’ll let you go. Sorry for keeping you for so long.” You start to tidy the various study sheets and highlighters scattered across your desk, carefully straightening the polaroid of you, Suguru, Satoru, and Shoko on the day of your high school graduation. “Thanks for helping me, even though I’m gonna forget all of this in a few hours.”

“I don’t mind teaching you again. Have you eaten yet? Because I’m starving.” The rumbling in your stomach becomes more of a growl at the mere mention of food and you silently curse him for reminding you that all you had in the cupboard was instant noodles. “If you say no and then proceed to make those sodium bombs you call food, I’m gonna hit you with an inflatable mallet.”

“Okay,” you reply. “Then, I won’t tell you.”

“Smartass,” he mutters and you hear the clinking of his car keys being grabbed from off the hook above his desk. “I’ll be there in ten. Grab a jacket; it’s chilly out.” Twenty minutes later, you’re bundled up in a hole-in-the-wall ramen shop near campus, barely able to eat from sheer anxiety. It was a shitty situation you’d found yourself in and the only way to get through it unscathed would be to disappear off the face of the planet. Your best friend seems to notice you poke at your noodles with your chopsticks and sets down his pair with a determined look. “Alright, what’s bothering you?” You shrug and avoid his eyes, leaning back into the dark corner of the booth. 

“Nothing,” you mumble and he raises a skeptical eyebrow. “I’m just stressed about this stupid party thing.”

“Remind me why you need a date for this in the first place?”

“My grandma’s cousin is super old. Like, one foot in the grave old,” you state plainly and some water shoots out of Suguru’s nose as he tries to cover a laugh. “I’m serious! I’ve never known her and, from what I can gather, no one really likes her anyways.” You hand him a clean napkin with a small, amused smile while he continues to cough uncontrollably, humming at the small thank you he manages to choke out. “But, my family wants me to at least act like I have a boyfriend for the night so she can have peace of mind.” You give him a knowing look and it takes him a few seconds to put the pieces together.

“Wait, your family wants you to pretend to have a boyfriend so your grandma’s cousin can die at peace?” You nod slowly and his face contorts into something like horror and shock, unsure of whether to laugh or feel sorry for you. “Shit. Sorry, I mean–”

“No, it’s okay,” you giggle. “You can laugh. It’s fucking ridiculous. To be fair, they just told me to find a boyfriend. They didn’t specify how long we had to be together.”

“And that’s why you put the flyers up,” he concludes, “to hire someone to play your boyfriend for the night.” You nod again and he shakes his head. “You’re out of your mind.” Your jaw drops in indignance and you threaten to drop an ice cube in his ramen in retaliation.

“I think it’s a pretty smart idea,” you argue.

“What if the guy catches feelings?”

“Sucks for him. I’m not paying him to fall in love with me,” you reply bluntly and Suguru shakes his head in disbelief. “What? Is what I’m doing wrong? I’m only seeing it as a business transaction, plain and simple.”

“A business transaction that hasn’t actually transacted yet, and the party is when?” You feel your face start to heat in embarrassment. He made a good point.

“Tomorrow,” you mumble. “The party’s tomorrow night.” 

“See? There’s no way you’re gonna find someone good enough in time.” 

“Well, what do you propose I do? Skip it entirely and kill the old lady early?”

“That’s definitely not what I was suggesting,” he corrects. “What if you just…took me instead?” You freeze, a little shocked by his idea. It was true that a certain amount of attraction existed in you towards your best friend, something that you swore never to act on for fear of losing his friendship. You never bothered asking if he felt the same because you knew him too well; you knew how he was around girls he liked, even though the last one was when you both were in high school. Sure, it was possible that he started liking you once you started college, just like you noticed him in a different light during your first semester. But either way, you were resigned to letting the feelings come and go as they usually did. Except, the feelings hadn’t left for three years. “Are you silent because you’re mortified or silent because you’re thinking it over?”

“A little bit of both,” you admit.

“How so?”

“You do know my family has been wanting us to get together for years now, right?” An unreadable look passes over Suguru’s face, a look that you can’t decipher even after knowing him for so long. 

“I’m well aware. Your parents have pulled me aside several times trying to pass along family heirlooms to use when I inevitably get on one knee.” Your eye twitches and you make a mental reminder to scold your family when you see them next. “But why is that an issue?” Truthfully, it wasn’t that much of an issue if you set aside your own feelings. Having Suguru there meant that he already knew the dynamics of your family, how to handle your relatives, and had a general grasp of what to expect at the party. It simplified things, but your own harbored feelings complicated any thought of acting like a couple. It would feel too real and you knew how much it would hurt when the clock struck midnight and you went back to being friends. That’s a little too much to unpack over ramen, though. 

“I just don’t want them making you uncomfortable,” is what you settle with telling him. Something like disappointment blinks across his face, but disappears just as fast as it comes. It’s replaced with a wry smile, one that makes your head fuzzy and stomach bubbly. 

“They won’t. My only focus is you,” he promises before launching into a new conversation about his latest biochem project. Now, ten minutes after your heels crossed the threshold of the front door, Suguru was doing a little too good of a job of only focusing on you. Even though the music of the venue blares and there’s enough family and friends to stampede you like poor Mufasa in the Lion King, Suguru doesn’t seem to care about any of it. He falls into his role as your ‘boyfriend’ as easily as the last piece of a puzzle being maneuvered into place, holding your hand with a steady grip, then snaking it around your waist, and sending you fond smiles when nobody's watching. Your parents are delighted, to say the least, and drag him away from you at the first available moment. You settle in a corner of the ballroom with a small plate of pickings from the dessert table and wait for him to return from his interrogation with your parents. 

“It’s about time you two got together,” a familiar, sing-songy voice says quietly from over your shoulder and you flinch, instinct telling you to stab him with your ornate plastic fork. You turn and find your other best friend wearing a tie and a shit-eating grin, tucking a silver hors d'oeuvres tray under a lanky arm.

“Satoru! What the fuck are you doing here?” You glance around to see if anyone has noticed you recognizing a random waiter and, thankfully, everyone is too engrossed in gossiping about your fake boyfriend for the night.

“I’m Suguru’s backup just in case things go south,” he drawls and you pinch the bridge of your nose with two fingers. “Here to cause a scene if something goes wrong.”

“You’re here to sabotage my relative’s birthday party?”

“Here to potentially sabotage your relative’s birthday party.” He sticks up his index finger in emphasis and you groan, rolling your eyes and popping another small brownie into your mouth. He copies you, plucking a cupcake from your plate and swallowing it in one bite. “I gotta say, it took you long enough. I’ve been in agony watching this entire thing pan out.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you high?”

“Not right now, no, but maybe later.” He shoots you a grin even though you know full and well none of you smoke. “I’m just saying that I’m happy you’ve finally realized your feelings for each other.” 

“What feelings? There’s no feelings,” you lie straight through your teeth and he sees through it like glass. 

“I may be stupid, but I’m not blind. If you don’t see that Suguru likes you back, then you’re the one with vision problems. Sucks for you.” He shrugs and you flick his arm lightly, glaring daggers at him but unable to fight down the curiosity poking at the back of your mind. 

“You think he actually likes me back?”

“He’s liked you since senior year, idiot,” he scoffs like your question was a funny joke. “I’m not here to fill in if he gets food poisoning from the questionable shrimp cocktail; I’m here to support either of you if your feelings get in the way and your dumbasses can’t communicate efficiently.” 

“That’s…really thoughtful of you, Satoru,” you mutter and he raises one eyebrow teasingly. 

“Wasn’t my idea. It was Suguru’s. ‘In case something happens and they’re not comfortable with me taking them home, for whatever reason.’ That’s what he made me promise and why I’m pretending to be a waiter for the night.” His attention darts upward to his best friend approaching your table and he pats your shoulder encouragingly. “Speaking of. Go get your man.”

“I hate you, Satoru.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too.” He knocks his shoulder against yours before disappearing into the kitchen, on his way to probably steal a bottle from the wine cellar. 

“Uh oh, looks like you’ve found my undercover operative,” he jokes as he sets a drink in front of you and steals a cookie from your plate. 

“Actually, he’s the one who found me. You should fire that guy for blowing his own cover,” you remark and the corner of Suguru’s mouth turns up into a smirk. “It’s nice of you to ask him to be here in case something went wrong.”

“I’m an engineering major. We plan for the worst case scenarios.”

“What’s the best case scenario?” His eyebrows furrow in question but you don’t relent. No turning back now. “What’s the ideal outcome of this situation, besides the money?” He thinks for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek when a slow song starts playing through the loudspeakers. 

“Dance with me,” he replies, holding out his hand for you to take. Way to change the subject. “Please?”

“You’re not getting out of my question.” You let him lead you to the dance floor, trying not to get goosebumps as one of his hands finds your waist and the other laces his fingers with yours. “Why’d you offer to do this with me, anyway?”

“What, dancing? Or coming with you to the party?”

“Second one.” That unreadable look crosses his face again, the same one from the ramen shop when he first brought up being your fake date. It felt like anything he said was just covering up a truth that you both were dancing around; but, something in the air made you want to face that truth tonight.

“Because I’m your friend,” he murmurs and you can’t help feeling a little let down by his answer. You let it show in your face, but he’s avoiding your eyes. “That’s what friends do for each other.” He clears his throat and tries to blow a stray strand of black hair from his face, going deathly still when your own fingers brush it away and tuck it behind his ear.

“We’re just friends?”

“What do you–”

“What if I wanna be more?” His eyes finally snap to meet yours and his pupils are blown wider than you’d ever seen before, deep and dark and staring at you so intensely, you’re glad he’s supporting your waist. His throat bobs as he swallows thickly, his gaze flicking up and down between your eyes and your lips. 

“I don’t wanna mess this up,” he whispers so quietly that you wouldn’t hear it if you weren’t inches away from his face. “I don’t wanna mess up what we have.”

“I don’t think we would be messing it up,” you point out just as softly. “If anything, we’d be making it better.” His thumb comes up to trace the outline of your jaw, sending chills up your spine.

“Are you sure that you want this with me?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be sure?”

“I don’t know, because I feel like I don’t deserve you and–”

“Okay, stop talking,” is the last thing you say before you tilt your head up to press your lips against his. You’re careful and frustratingly gentle, giving him ample opportunity to pull away and reject you. But, to your delight, he kisses back with more fervor than you, like he’d been waiting for years to experience this feeling. He sighs into your mouth as you grab the collar of his button up and pull him even closer, his hands holding firm at your waist until you pull away to breathe. 

“Make sure you take down those flyers once we’re back on campus,” he breathes into your ear. You let your eyes flutter shut and hum in assent, leaning your head against his. 

“Why do you bring them up?”

“Because your fake boyfriend just got promoted to real boyfriend.” You initially dismiss the single click and bright flash as the photo booth serving its clients, but are also equally unsurprised when Suguru meets you outside your 9:00 A.M with a Polaroid between his fingers of you two dancing at the party. And the caption?

First kiss! (Taken by Gojo Satoru, ultimate wingman)

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[hisbitch101]

Short smoke sesh w Prohero! Katsuki^_^

NSFW under the cut!

Minors dni!

^^ i just thought to make this because it was all that i could think about lolz

Includes: weed^, fem! Reader. use of y/n, nipple play! (On katsuki), hint of sub!katsuki, cowgirl, cursing, i think thats it if i missed anything let me know!!

Prohero! Katsuki probably smokes once in a while so he doesn't mess up his hero performance.

Prohero! Katsuki who has red eyes and a glazed-over look, is feeling good and he just wants to cling to y/n instead of doing anything else

Prohero! Katsuki who is naturally a good chef makes bomb ass food and only gives you a few bites because of how much he wants to eat it

Prohero! Katsuki looks at you with confusion when you turn on a cartoon-like amazing world of Gumball or Teen Titans because it is too kiddie

Prohero! Katsuki is no longer confused as he watches and he feels like he is inside the show

Prohero! Katsuki that is put on a limit because when you roll up again he feels like he too has to keep going

Prohero! Katsuki asks you to "blow that smoke 'n my mouth like last time"

Prohero! Katsuki lets you please yourself by using him because his strength weakened

Prohero! Katsuki who is sensitive to every small touch "Stop teasing damnit!"

Prohero! Katsuki loves how you suck him off and look at him with your eyes equally as red when he lays his head supported by pillows

Prohero! Katsuki gets impatient and tells you "'m ready to feel that dirty little cunt of yours woman hurry up already! Takin' all damn night!"

Prohero! Katsuki who chews up his word when you ride him like no tomorrow as you kiss down his neck playing with his nipples

Prohero! Katsuki that cums faster than normal when he's high

Prohero! Katsuki sleeps heavily after and leaves the mess for in the morning

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[dracowars]

Could I please request an Anakin X reader where reader gets overwhelmed in a mission and Anakin gets her out?

overwhelmed | anakin skywalker

pairing: anakin x jedi!reader

word count: 1,1k

summary: where y/n gets overwhelmed on a mission

a/n: i missed writing so much, especially for anakin so i really hope that you enjoy it <3 feedback and reblogging is always appreciated!

warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of blood

universe: star wars

"What's happening down there?!", Anakin screams at the hologram map in front of him, demanding to know what is going on on the planet beneath the Resolute. His eyes frantically roam over the map, trying to find the source that caused the small transporter and the protective shields around it to be blown to bits. "General Y/L/N, do you copy?"

It was supposed to be an easy mission with no complications. The plan was simple: deliver the required weapons and care packages to the surface of Ryloth to support the troops and then leave again without a trace, not alarming the Separatists while giving your men an advantage. But instead of doing that, you walked right into a trap.

Pressing your body, which is still shaking from the bomb's hard impact, against a shattered part of the transporter, you try to control your breath, squinting your eyes to see through the dust. Inhaling it, you cough several times, waving your hand in front of your face to make the smoke slowly disappear. You hardly see anything around you, at most silhouettes of soldiers lying on the ground, injured or worse. And very close by, you hear the loud mechnical noise of spider droids coming your way.

Ignoring the panic rising within your veins, you close your eyes and try to think about your next move, trying to find a way out of this. Only then do you notice your com and the voice coming from it, instantly grounding you.

"I copy. We ran into an ambush, I don't know how many of my men survived", you answer into the comlink, forcing your voice to sound as steady as possible. But Anakin notices. He always does.

"You need to get out of there. Right now!", Anakin says with pressure, not paying attention to the fact that he has never felt so relieved to hear you voice, that, as far as he can tell, you are safe and sound. And he does not care what his men around him think, why he is so keen on getting you out of there in one piece.

When the explosions happened, Anakin felt his heart stop, his world stopped spinning. But hearing your voice right now makes it a lot more bearable because you are still there, you are still with him. He should have been down there with you and he is beating himself up for not insisting on coming with you.

"Sir, I don't think that is possible", another voice clarifies through the comlink as Bly, your commander, approaches your side, kneeling in front of you as he speaks to Anakin. His armor is covered in dust and mud, but he appears to have survived the attack without any major damages.

"Why not?", both Anakin and you ask at the same time.

"General, you are injured", Bly points out, motioning to your lower body, which is, indeed, covered in blood. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, your eyes widen and you press your hand on the bleeding wound where a piece of metal must have hit you. Only then do you notice the excruciating pain running through your body, previously hidden by the adrenaline that was still rushing through your veins mere seconds ago.

"How bad is it?", Anakin wants to know immediately, his knuckles turning white from grabbing the table with the hologram map forcefully as it is making fun of him for not being down there with you, only showing him what happened without him being able to intervene.

"I don't think any important organs are damaged, but I can't be sure, Sir. And the Separatists are approaching our current location quickly", Bly explains, offering you an encouraging smile, but all you can feel is bile rising up your throat and panic lacing your laboured breathing. "They knew we would come."

"And they were only waiting to strike", Anakin concludes, lowering his head while searching for answers. But with his heart painfully beating against his chest and your ragged breathing over the com, he can't concentrate. He needs to get you out of there.

"Prepare a shuttle", he orders one of the clones around him, his voice harsh and demanding while you are down there, possibly fighting for your life right now.

"Sir, we are not equipped for such a rescue", you hear from afar, the unbearable pain blocking everything out.

"I can do it, Anakin. It's f-fine", you try to convince him, your hands trembling and your voice only a whisper. Every breath hurts, it gets worse every second and you know that you reached your limit.

You know you won't make it. Even with Bly by your side, the chances of leaving this planet alive are falling close to zero. This realization hits you hard and a single tear slips down your cheek, leaving a wet streak on your dirty face.

"A-Anakin?", you call out to him in pain, the beeping in your ears getting louder and louder. But he does not answer.

Looking up at the sky, in the direction where your transporter came from, where Anakin is located right now, you force a smile on your lips. Black stars cloud your vision as you desperately reach for the Force, calling him.

"General, what are you-", is the last static sound you hear before your body slips into complete darkness.

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Anakin is not the type to stand there doing nothing when the love of his life is on the verge of leaving this galaxy, no matter the cost. And he certainly does not care about being equipped for the rescue. Because if someone is going to get you out of there safely, then it is Anakin Skywalker.

And that is exactly what he is planning on doing the moment he leaves the bridge, when he jumps into the Twilight and lands on the rough surface of Ryloth. When he takes down every single droid with his own hands, leaving behind a trail of destruction. When he finally reaches you, unconscious frame held up by your loyal commander.

Immediately, he takes you onto his arms, carrying you to his ship with the remaining soldiers following and flanking you. The determination in Anakin's eyes is eerie, he speaks no word, only making sure to get you off this planet in no time.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he reaches out to you with the Force, just like you did before leaving into unconsciousness, telling him to leave you behind and complete the mission. The moment he does, he feels your warmth, your joy emanating through his body and your eyes flutter. Softly, your hand touches his, your lips parting ever so slightly as you croak: "I knew you would come."

"I always will", Anakin answers, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead, squeezing your hand in his gently. "I will always come for you, my angel."

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: A Long Time Coming {1}

Lewis Hamilton x Friend Group Reader

Warning: Cursing, Teasing, Slow Burn, Plot

Words: 5.5k

Summary:  After a long, grueling and stressful 2023 season where Lewis dominated and showed the world once again why he was the best at what he does. He walks away with his 8th championship title and plans with his closest and bestest for some much-needed R&R.

Note: If you couldn’t tell by the summary, we are manifesting with this fic, MANIFESTING HARD for Lewis for 2023. Also, thank you Ru for filling in some of the friend info for me. XOXO

 Thank you for reading, I appreciate it!

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***Interactive***

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"Just fuck already! Everyone knows you both want to. Shit it’s been years of this pining from a distance, and will they won’t they suspense. Years of both of you playing too many fucking games!"

 Your eyes widened at her unexpected outburst; an outburst geared to you.

 "Hey, hey, easy with those accusations, matter of fact baseless accusations."

 You continued to apply her your makeup. Everyone was set to meet at the airfield at a certain time and though you were usually late for most things that didn’t include work, you really wanted to get there on time.

 "Baseless? Y/N! The looks you both share, the undercover flirting that everyone has peeped at some time or another over the years since you reconnected, the connection, the--."

 "Aht, Aht, Aht, stop all that mess. Whatever you're smoking please bring some along cause we all deserve to be this delusional at some point on this trip."

 Gisella hip bumper you so hard that you went flying onto the bed. When you landed you busted out into a fit of giggles. "What have I told you about using that weapon against friendlies?"

 "Friendlies my ass! I’m just tryna help your kitty kat finally purr. No one should have to be celibate for 4 years."

 "Ain’t nobody forcing me. It's a choice," you countered.

 "A choice because you’ve been dealing with fools, assholes and below subpar men and you don’t have to when you have Lewis."

 "I don’t have Lewis, everyone has Lewis," you teased taking a stab at his philandering reputation.

 Gisella couldn’t help but giggle. Lew's reputation was legendary. You’d heard so many rumors about every aspect of him over the years it was insane. You tried to steer clear of the majority of it but there were bombs that were dropped among your friend group and those bombs had made you know more about his alleged stroke game and alleged baseball bat pleasure stick than you should.

 Those bits lived rent free in your head, but you'd never admit it out loud or to yourself for that matter. Before your head could drift off to those rent-free thoughts, you shook your head hoping to clear it. Just then Nikki walked in dressed as if this trip was a fashion show. No doubt she was wearing everything from her new line, Baciami.

 "Another Lewis denial?"

 "You know it!”

 You rolled your eyes. When these two decided to gang up on you, you didn't stand a chance. Rolling off the bed, you scurried into the ensuite to grab the rest of your beauty items to pack. Though you knew where each item was, you took your sweet time, not wanting to hurry back into the bedroom for your friends to continue the current conversation. The vibration of your phone tucked into your front tie top buzzed against your breast. You knew it wasn’t a good thing to keep your phone against your breast, but it was usually always the most convenient place for you.

 MSG Lewis: Wheels up at 8 no if, ands, or buts, I’m not even playing, kitten.

 You rolled your eyes then tapped out a reply. Before you sent yours another text from him came in.

 MSG Lewis: I’m not afraid to leave your ass behind.

 “Ha,” you said to yourself.

 Opting for a voice reply, you went off.

 “Listen you may be fucking eight-time championship holder and feeling yourself hard over this newly long awaited and much deserved title but don’t get it twisted. I am the life of this party, have always been the life of this party, and will always be the life of this party. Just sit there looking pretty and expect me when you see me.”

 You made sure all your sass and attitude dripped from every single word, then hit send with a smile on your face as you waited for his no doubt equally sass filled response. Sure, enough about half a minute later you got his reply, a voice one.

 “Put some respect on my name and run me my respect. I am an eight-time title holder, and I don’t take anyone’s shit no matter how beautiful they are. Get your fine ass here on time or else, kitten.”

 You heard the words he emphasized and the way his voice oozed of authority and control and your belly clenched. Your head went back to the rumors of his Dom kink, and you slumped against the bathroom sink with a sigh. It was just another bit of evidence you had to lock away in the untouchable, unspeakable box of things pretraining to Lewis. The man himself was in this box and definitely classified under untouchable. You listened to the message again and clung to him calling you beautiful and pointing out your fine ass. You sighed again knowing that he would see you taking this long to reply as his victory. The man was competitive in everything.

 “Or else what? You know damn well that I’ve got you wrapped around my pinky finger. You ain’t goin nowhere without me and that’s that on that!”

 You giggled as you send the voice reply. When you turned, there stood Gisella and Nikki both with snarky “I told you so, you’re caught” looks on their faces.

 “Oh the foreplay is very telling,” Nikki said.

 You rolled your eyes, grabbing your things and walking back into the bedroom.

 “Ugh, whatever. He says he’ll leave us if we’re not on time. So let’s try not to get left ladies.”

 You disappeared across the way into your closet determined to finish up everything you still had to do. Thirty minutes later, you were all in the SUV that had been sent for you with your bags loaded in the back finally on your way to the airfield. On the drive you replied to the last emails from your agent and editor ensuring they knew you weren’t going to be too attached to your emails. Their reminders to have the rest of the chapters for your book completed by the time your returned from this trip made you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

 They’d been hounding you for these chapters for three months now. Three months of daily “friendly” email remainders, three months of weekly drop ins to check on” your wellbeing, and monthly sit-down meetings that stretched for hours for mapping and plans all centered around this second book that apparently everyone was anticipating. Maybe the anticipation was the reason why you were so reluctant to write it. maybe your stroke of luck with the pen had fizzled, maybe you just weren’t into the idea anymore.

 Those were the reasons you gave them when they asked what was taking so long. Those were the PC reasons. You couldn’t very well tell them that your well of inspiration for sex, smut and sultry human connections had dried and caved into the center of the Earth. You couldn’t tell them that you were dry in more ways than one. So instead of exposing yourself in that unfavorable way, you tapped out a very professional response.

 Consider it done.

 Exiting your emails, you sighed. Hopefully this trip ended up being for more than celebrating Lewis’ 8th title. Perhaps by the end of this vacation you’d come back with a hundred pages of unputdownable content, even if you had to fake it till you made it.

 “Why is there such a huge wave of stress coming off of you now?”

 “Just my manager and editor on my back again. They worse than Sallie Mae!”

 Your friends laughed.

 “That’s why you shouldn’t have made that first book so damn good. Now everybody waiting, tapping their feet expecting a slab of gold to drop into their hands,” Gisella said.

 “So she should be mediocre?”

 “I say just write something. You’ve been dragging your feet for three months. Just give them something and be done with it.”

 “I mean that is an option, Nikki added.

 “I don’t want to just give something half assed. I wanna feel it and I just haven’t been feeling it no matter how hard I try,” you admitted.

 The silence stretched for a few moments before Nikki piped up. “Maybe a change of scenery is what you need. This trip will do you some good. We promise to give you time to write.”

 You squeezed her hand as a thank you before you bounced your shoulder into Gisella for the same purpose. They may mess with you mercilessly, but they also had your back to the end.

Miraculously you made it to the airfield with five minutes to spar. The driver unloaded your bags once you got the private jet while the three of you approached the others waiting there. Once Daniel shouted your name, they all turned. You waved at Daniel, his girlfriend Cassie, and Mabdulle, his girlfriend Robin, Miles, and Andrew. They four happily waved back at you but the closer you got you realized there was another person there.

 Squinting your eyes, you peered closer behind your dark sunglasses. There stood a slim, brunette with high lights at the ends of her hair giving her the ombre look. She wore tiny shorts and a crop top and knee high sparkly heeled boots. You watched her put her arm around Lewis’ shoulder then scoffed because you immediately knew why she was there. His plaything for the trip.

 “Who is that boney girl?”

 You snorted at Gisella. She always acted like this was the first time she’d ever seen Lewis’ antics on display.

 “She is how I know Iont got Lewis, everyone’s got Lewis. “

 Nikki snorted and threw her head back laughing. “This trip is sure going to be interesting.”

 “Whatever, she won’t last three days before he’s sent her packing,” Gisella voiced.

 “Three days huh?”

 Nikki looked as if she were contemplating deeply over those words before she added to the wager. “I give it two.”

 You looked between them and shook your head. You were not going to partake in this bet because they both had good odds.

 “I see your ass likes playing with fire,” Lewis said holding up his designer gold and diamond watch that you knew had to have cost him half a mil.

 “You know I like it when it hurts.”

 “Yoooo!”

 Daniel spun around in his exaggerated fashion heightening the antics. You loved him dearly. You considered him the best of Lewis’ friends. He always seemed to be genuinely looking out for him and his best interests.

 “Bruv, that’s very telling,” Miles added.

 You shrugged, “I’m a grown ass woman, not tryna keep no secrets. “Hi, I’m Justice!”

 You looked to the beauty because Lewis. She had her hand held out a wide smile on her face and her sunglasses atop her head. no one else spoke and you felt all the eyes on you watching to see what you’d do. You didn’t know what the interest was for. You glanced at Daniel and Cassie who both lifted their brow like the synchronized couple they were while Miles has a Cheshire cat smile on his face looking like that creature in the movie Grimcutty. He clearly was expecting some showdown.

 “Hey, I’m Y/N, this is Nikki and Gisella.”

 You shook her hand in a pleasant way, your mother didn’t raise no ill-mannered child. Soon after, Nikki and Gisella both shook her hand, but it was done with complete lackluster. They didn’t like her for no other reason than she was coming along.

 “Cute glasses,” Justice said pointing to the ones you were wearing.

 “LewLewBoo has the same ones.”

 LewLewBoo you thought while stifling your amusement. Lewis hated cutesy cutesy nicknames. He wasn’t against a few of them but this one you knew he hated. Lewis nudged Justice as if to say cut it out and she gave him an apologetic look, shrinking back slightly.

 “Well, LewLewBoo is always trying to cop my style and be like me what more can we expect from the 8-time champion.”

 His smile widened and you couldn’t help but smile back. The two of you squared up neither budging until you both went in for a hug. He lifted you then spun you.

 “I am so proud of you again. So proud and so so happy!”

 His arms held you off the ground like you didn’t weigh a thing. The tight squeeze gave you ever impression of how strong those arms were.

 “Thank you for always being there,” Lewis said so only you could hear.

 “Of course. What’re friends for?”

 Your eyes locked and you saw how much your actions throughout the season meant to him. You’d been to every weekend, every event. You’d been more than just a friend to him over the last nine months. You’d been a therapist when things went wrong and he was expected to smile through it, a sounding board on different ideas he’d come up with both for racing and his other ventures, alternate strategist when you saw things a little differently than the rest and your vision connected with his, comic when he needed a good laugh about all the bullshit, entertainer when he needed to relieve some stress with a song or some other shit, storyteller when the nights were too much and he needed a soft voice with calming words to soothe the madness inside his head and everything in between. You didn’t mind. That was what friends were for.

 “Are we lifting off?”

  Mabdulle’s uncertain question filtered between the two of you breaking the moment. When Lewis returned you to your feet, you stepped back securing your sunglasses right back on your nose. The group of you made your way to the jet then piled in. Everyone scattered for their version of the perfect seat. The guys congregated around Lewis while the ladies broke off for their own space.

 “Did you hear where we’re going?”

 “Where?”

 “Don’t tell her shit,” Lewis shouted spinning back to look at the group.

 “Come on there is no point in keeping it a secret anymore. I’m here,” you whined.

 “Quit your whining girl. You said you’d go anywhere with me and I’m ‘bout to test that shit.”

 “Oh god, are we going to Switzerland so you can fuck with me Lewis?”

 “I can fuck with you anywhere, girl!”

 Your belly flipped from those words, and it was the most unexpected thing that you had no words for a smartass rebuttal. Lewis saw it too and cocked his head to the side as you dropped down into your seat with a perplexed look on your face.

 Gisella leaned to your ear and whispered, “I’m jumping on Nikki’s bet, 2 days max cause that was clear flirting.”

 You rolled your eyes and did what you did best, faked it till you made it.

 “Whatever.”

 The flight was as rowdy as it always was when all of you got together. The banter was what you all were known for. At every opportunity you took the bait to clown Miles because he was always coming for you. It wasn’t that you hated him, you just liked to push his buttons, liked to rile him up and tease him mercilessly. Sometimes there was this vibe to him that there was something darker to him that he kept hidden at all costs. Sometimes you saw it though. You’d told Lewis about it, but he wasn’t surprised to hear it. He was a great people reader, and he was always aware of the vibes people gave off.

 You were unable to blot Justice out though. She seemed like a nice enough girl to you. An upcoming model, of course, that met Lewis at some fashion event he was at, again of course. She definitely seemed infatuated with him, definitely DTF. You didn’t knock her for that because there was absolutely nothing wrong with being DTF. However, every time she sashayed toward Lewis and sat in his lap to giggle and whisper with him you noted the way your belly rolled like you’d eaten something bad, and it was wrestling you inside. It was interesting and it was something you shoved into the travel bag of untouchable things that you absolutely should stay away from and avoid.

 ~~~~~

 “Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our decent into our destination. Local time is 4pm. Please buckle your seatbelts and prepare for landing. Thank you for flying today Sir Hamilton.”

 You sat up and tried to get a look out the window to get something about where you were, but it was useless, you couldn’t see at all.

 MSG Lewis: Don’t worry. Sit back. You’ll love it here. You won’t want to leave in a week.

 You glanced across the jet to find him sitting by himself with one leg resting on the other at the ankle. He was leaned back in the seat looking as if he were expecting someone to approach him and give him a lap dance.

 MSG: You told me to take three weeks. Where are we going after?

MSG Lewis: You’ll see.

 You gave him a death glare then rolled your eyes.

 MSG: If I’m stressing about where we’re going this whole time, I’m going to blame you to my editor and manager when I come back with not even a page of the one hundred I’m supposed to have written.

 He smiled.

 MSG Lewis: Not my fault you’re curious George. One day that curiosity is gonna get you into some shit you can’t get out of.

MSG: Like what sir?

 You watched his face morph through different emotions, surprise, interest, confusion then regret. You were slightly fascinated wondering what it was he was thinking. Before he could answer, Justice reached out and squeezed his thigh in a spot that said she was familiar with his body. Again, that feeling in your stomach returned but this one irritated you and you found it was harder to push it into that travel bag.

 By the time everyone marched out of the jet, you were more than ready for a drink and a shower. The heat hit you like a low hanging branch to the face. This definitely wasn’t Switzerland. Once all the bags were offloaded, a tall lanky man approached the group.

 “Welcome Mr. Hamilton. It is an honor to have you with us. My name is Mosi.”

 He had a thick African accent. Your eyes widened. Were you where you wanted to go? If so, how did he know you wanted to come here?

 “Thank you for having us, Mosi “Lewis replied.

 You tried to keep your giddiness under wraps, but it was incredibly difficult.

 “Follow me and my team will gather your luggage.”

 A line of four people walked toward the jet while the rest of you followed Mosi. Lewis chatted with him in hushed voices that you couldn’t pick up. You wondered if he was talking so low because of you.

 “Why can’t you just let him surprise you?”

 You hadn’t even noticed Mabdulle moseying up beside you. You snorted realizing you’d been caught eavesdropping or attempting to.

 “I mean I can, I just—want to know.”

 He nodded slowly then shook his head. “He’s been planning this for a bit, couldn’t make up his mind where until like a few days ago. Sit back and let him rock.”

 You began to wonder if he was so indecisive because of you. Before you even asked, Mabdulle nodded.

 “The things we do for friends.”

 With that he walked ahead over to Daniel and Cassie leaving you to wonder what he meant by that and why he’d said it the way he did.

 After a few more steps, you saw the two charter planes that had paddles attached to the bottom of them. Another clue you said to yourself. You were in Africa and going to land somewhere with water. Everyone split up to load into the two planes. You made sure to get into the plane that Lewis and Justice weren’t getting into. You didn’t want to watch any sort of PDA. Just before Lewis got into the plane you watched he glance around as if searching for something. When his eyes landed on yours you noted the clench of his jaw but before he could make another move Justice called his name in a cutesy whine. You clenched your jaw from annoyance because if this was what you were going to have to listen to this whole trip you were going to jump out this plane without a chute.

 Your jaw was dropped, hands pressed to the glass and tongue practically hanging out as you watched the scenery coast by. The turquoise in the ocean called to you, the variation of the shades of greens in the trees complimented it perfectly and you imagined sitting underneath them enjoying a nice breeze and a cocktail. To the horizon the rural lands were such a contrast to the sandy beaches it did nothing but take your breath away. It was perfect. It was everything you’d wanted when you’d seen a random picture and said in passing it was your idea of a perfect vacation. You couldn’t wait to soak it all up.

 The plane landed in the ocean and glided its way to a full stop right on the beach and slowly everyone disembarked.

 “Wow, this is gorgeous,” Robin said staring out into the water once she was on the sand.

 “I can’t wait to get in,” Nikki added.

 You were too busy snapping pictures for memories to join in on the conversation. Every shot was even better than the last and every shot had you more and more excited. The breathtaking sunset was the perfect backdrop and opening for what you hoped was going to be a great vacation.

 “Welcome to & Beyond, Mozambique’s most popular destination,” Mosi said as he stood to the front of the group with his back to the uber luxurious dwellings on the property.

 Your smile was so wide you knew you looked like an idiot.  Lewis caught your eye, and he was smiling just as wide as you were. You mouthed “thank you” and gave you a nod while tapping the side of his nose. It was a thing both of you always did to the other to say, “I got you”. It had always been like that. he’d do whatever he could for you no matter what it was you asked for, and you’d do the same. It wasn’t a tit for tat type of thing or favor for favor it was genuine care all the time.

 After a quick tour of the massive property that Lewis had taken liberty to rent out completely just so your group could really relax without any eyes, you all split up to lock down your rooms and settle in. The local time was nearing dinner and you were teetering on ravenous thanks to you skipping breakfast and only opting for a small fruit salad on the plane as lunch. Your room was perfect, it faced the ocean and gave you quite the view. You knew it would be the perfect view for any late-night writing sessions. And if this was what you were working with then you were excited to get to it.

 You took a shower then plopped onto the floor in your towel to go through your luggage for something to wear for dinner. With your headphones in you went through your choices until you heard the notification sound from your phone. When you glanced down, you found a message from Lewis.

 MSG Lewis: I hope you like the room; you got the best view. I hope it helps with your writer’s block.

 Realization hit you, he’d planned all of this. He’d chosen this place because of you, given you the room with the best view all in hopes to get your groove back. you could have released an audible “oof” right then and there.

 MSG: You didn’t have to do all of this for me.

MSG Lewis: Shut up.

MSG: I’m serious.

MSG Lewis: I like doing things for you. Plus it’s nothing more than all you’ve done for me over the years. WAFF.

 The ball of tension in your belly faded and left a sinking feeling. What are friends for. You took a deep breath, held it for a beat, then slowly let it out. It was then you put your phone down and continued what you were doing with your music much higher than before. After a while you managed to put together something cute and just as you were putting on a lite layer of makeup Nikki walked in.

 “What’s taking you so long?”

 “Perfection takes time.”

 “Heeeeeyyy!”

 You laughed, bringing your attention back to the mirror to finish your brows.

 “Where’s Gisella?”

 “Trying to get all the gossip on Justice. She did a dive on IG and found out she’s a model but also an IG—persona. She saw a few pictures of her with a few other celebs and now she is trying to get the tea.”

 You nodded, of course she was. Gisella could find out anything about anyone. She was better than TMZ, better than any other gossip blog hands down.

 “You don’t seem to care about it though.”

 “Why should I care? I’m all good until she proves to be a problem.”

 Nikki studied you for a moment. You could feel her eyes boring holes into your back. You were not going to fall for it though. She wanted you to open up but opening up was the last thing you planned on doing on this vacation.

 Dinner was amazing, the food on display across the banquet style table was exquisite. Michelin star restaurants in the states could never. Everything you put into your mouth you moaned for, every dish placed before you, you devoured, every flavor that burst over your tastebuds had you rocking in your seat. There was nothing that was off. You tried to keep up with the conversations around you while enjoying the food, but you were sure you missed plenty of useful tidbits.

 When dessert came you slowly ate the decadent cake and looked around the table at all your friends. Time together like this was rare. Lewis’ schedule was nuts, and then when you added yours, it was difficult to get everyone together. Across the table, you noticed Lewis doing the same thing. He was probably thinking the same thing you were. When your eyes met, his smile widened. It was soft and inviting, so similar to him. It slipped for a moment and was replaced by a crinkled brow and a screwed jaw. He looked like he was thinking deeply about something. However, the look quickly disappeared. Raising his glass to you, he bopped his head. You returned the gesture and returned your attention to your plate.

 After dinner, no one seemed eager to go to bed, instead the drinks rolled out and the stories began. No one was safe from being put on blast, no one was left untouched from some embarrassing story from some point in their life and because of that the laughs never ended. When everyone said their goodbyes, you decided to set yourself up to write. After getting everything ready and setting your atmosphere just the way you wanted you sat down with the view of the soft rolling waves of the ocean as your focal point and a bottle of wine beside you. After taking the time to reread your last written chapter you were half a bottle down in the wine with worries of how you were going to match that steam.

 “All right, Y/N, let’s get this down and done.”

 You cracked your knuckles then set your hands ready to fly across the keyboard. Twenty minutes later, your screen was empty and your fingers still hovering over the keyboard.

 “Shit.”

 You grabbed the wine and guzzled the rest then groaned when you realized it was finished. You ventured through the villa to one of the bars and picked out two more bottles. You were determined to get something down. You’d take anything at this point, a sentence, a word. Hell, even a period. Sitting back down, you popped the top of the wine and took a few gulps foregoing the glass sitting to your left. what was the point? This wine tasted a lot stronger than the one you’d just had, and you were grateful for that. With a mouthful of wine, you set yourself for attempt number two.

 Like the first attempt, twenty minutes later you had nothing. That led you to finish the second bottle of wine as you talked to yourself about nothing in particular just your failure to do the simplest of tasks. An hour later, the only thing you’d accomplished was finishing the wine you’d gotten from the bar. You were surrounded by the empty bottles that were scattered around the floor while you were sprawled on the bed. You’d abandoned your laptop and was just staring at the ceiling waiting for the wine to put you to sleep. As your eyes lulled closed, you heard muffled moans that sounded as if they were coming from the room beside you. With your eyes wide, you held still waiting to see if you’d imagined it. A few seconds later, they sounded again.

 What the hell? You knew either Nikki or Gisella were beside you and you also knew that they couldn’t be busting it down with anyone. Your eyes widened even more than you thought it was Gisella and Mabdulle. You’d always gotten the vibes that they were into each other but wanted to keep it on the low.

 “Oh my gosh.”

 You sprang up and pressed your ear to the wall like a total creeper. You planned on holding this over her head for the rest of eternity whenever she tried to come for you. It was quiet over there and you didn’t know if you should be thankful or feel bad about it. Someone was not putting in work.

 “Just stop.”

 You pressed closer hearing that. Stop what?

 “I can make you feel good.”

 You began to wonder why she was pleading with him. This was not Gisella. She took what she wanted, and you knew for a fact she knew how to have a grown man sounding like a whimpering child. You heard slurping sounds and more muffled moaning then gagging. Other than that, it was silent. This definitely wasn’t Gisella. whoever it was did not know their way around a dick. The silence was very telling. You stifled a laugh because you hoped it was Miles, hoped he’d somehow picked someone up and was getting the worst lackluster head of his life. However, it was not.

 “Mmm, Lewis.”

 Your smile dropped, your eyed bugged and you made a face of disgust. No fucking way. Lewis took the room beside you. He knew this was the room he’d chosen for you, which meant this was a deliberate choice. What the fuck? Was he fucking with you? Why?

 “It's not working, it’s cool.”

 “No, let me try some more. What’re you thinking about?”

 He sighed. “W-A-F-F.”

 At that you pulled away from the wall as if it had turned into lava. What the actual fuck! The slurping and moaning began again but you could tell it was not from Lewis, you could tell that he was completely disinterested. As you listened part of you wanted to laugh because this was just pathetic. Another part of you wanted to melt into the mattress and disappear. You’d never been on this side of things, never overheard his shenanigans, never been the fly on the wall. You didn’t know how to act, much less what to think. Another part of you wanted to kick the wall down and show her how it’s done, but another part that was seeing radioactive green and all you wanted to do was She Hulk smash her ass then Sparta kick her into the ocean telling her to doggy paddle back to the states. Was it a strong reaction? Yes, it was. Did you understand it? Not at all.

 So you laid there hearing her failed attempts at making him feel good while letting your thoughts wander on what he meant by saying he was thinking about the code between you, the code he’d said to you several times that day. You knew one thing for certain, tomorrow you were changing your room.

PT 2 Coming....

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2 year 'Hiatus'

(long post/rambling)

Hello everyone! The day's finally come for me to start my 2-year hiatus.

I'll be starting school tomorrow, July 1st, from 8am - 5pm Mon-Fri. (Full time). So there won't be many opportunities for me to keep constantly posting here all the time.

I want to personally thank you all for welcoming me into the Street Fighter fandom and for taking the time out of your day to interact with my blog.

I never thought I would become a fanfic writer again after so many years of not writing and to meet so many of you throughout my stay here.

With my first fic, Mount, I was nervous about people not caring about it and for it to be lost in the Street Fighter algorithm because I joined the fandom so late. (March 2024). And originally, I planned to make that my only fanfic and call it a day. But after I got my first comment I was over the moon.

Then slowly I had people liking and following this side blog where I dumped all my random reblogs on. And that's when I realized, there were people still out there loving these characters as much as I did despite the slow traction on the street fighter dash.

So that's when I decided to make this random side blog into a SF6 fanfic blog.

I started to write strictly Bosch x Reader's in the beginning because he was the reason why I joined this space in the first place. Then I wrote for Luke, then Poison, then Ed, then Jamie, then at last Chun-Li. I learned to love characters that I first didn't give a second thought about and I learned more info. about some SF characters I wasn't aware of before.

Then my blog went from 0 followers to 38! Holy smokes, 38 people really cared enough to follow and read my ramblings? That's crazy. I never even expected to have 1 follower much less 38.

My favorite part about writing for this fandom was interacting with everyone in the comment section/reblogs. I enjoy talking to you all and writing silly blurbs whenever we get too into the hcs. Really, it makes my day better when I see people commenting and giving love to my works.

And to be 100% honest with you all, I was originally going to start including a lot more X Fem!Reader Inserts because I am a Cis Woman who never wrote for any other genders but Fem! ones. But seeing how little fanfics there were, I thought it would be unfair for me to exclude the other side of the SF6 fandom that wouldn't be able to enjoy any reader inserts because of their gender.

So I'm glad I didn't go that route because I got to find ways to be more inclusive in my writings without mentioning the reader's Skin/Gender/Appearance in any of them and to keep them gender-neutral.

And as a reminder, this blog is the first time for me to write this way, so if you guys think that some of my works sound Fem! based please tell me so I could fix it. Because the last thing I want is for people to tell me I'm more biased for my female audience.

I don't know If you guys knew this, but it kinda broke my heart when I found out I was accepted to this school. Granted, I've been trying to get in for 4 years.

But I honestly didn't think I would've gotten in this year because I thought I bombed my 5-panel interview with the school and they only accepted the top 25 people in my area.

I even started to make plans to work a full-time job somewhere else, take Muay Thai classes, write more fics, and give up on my dreams of ever becoming an X-ray tech. But then I got a phone call on my birthday saying I made it in!

I was overwhelmed with happiness for all my efforts getting into this school after so long. I felt like I was running behind all my peers who already graduated and got their careers started compared to me. But now I get to finally start mine and do what I've always wanted to do and to help people.

Then, I was hit with a wave of sadness because I barely dipped my toes into the Street Fighter fandom and now I'm already leaving. All my ideas for future fics, including the ones rotting in my drafts, may never see the light of day. I was really sad for everything to come to an abrupt end for something that barely even started.

What's going to happen to this blog?

To be frank with you all, I still REALLY want to post SF fics but I know that it probably won't be possible with my schedule for the next 2 years.

I do get a 1-2 week break every 3 months for my school so y'all might see something pop up in the SF6 feed every once in a while. I’ll mostly be writing on my terms and I won’t be answering anyone’s asks. But it's not guaranteed you will.

Plus, I bought the game, so it's not like I'm just gonna drop SF6 out of my life completely. I'll post things here and there that are not fics and maybe tiny drabbles in my free time but it's still up in the air if I will. You'll see me being active on here but not in the same way that you usually do.

Now that I'm transitioning to going to school full-time, I'm nervous about what's to come out of everything, since I've been looking forward to this day since I graduated high school.

I also want to thank you all for sending your requests in. They helped me learn where my writing was strongest and where I needed to improve.

I tried to get through all of your asks as best as I could but I believe there are 2 left in my inbox as of now. I’m sorry I wasn’t the best at being consistent and I hope to get those out as soon as I can.

Thank you all again, for making my time here memorable and I hope to keep posting more SF6 content in the future.

And please continue to support other fanfic writers in the Street Fighter fandom like:

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@chqolan

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Inky Hearts pt.2

Modern!Ellie is a tattoo artist and you just became her lovely little muse.

a/n: whoaaa part 2!!! this one gets exciting!! i am not sure if ill make a part 3. i was gonna put abby in this but it just didn't feel like the right storyline. this is proofread but also written at like 4am soooo there might be mistakes. comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! my asks are open for requests or just to chat!! i hope you enjoy!!

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Songs mentioned: Down the Line by Beach Fossils, Spooky by Dusty Springfield, Left Hand Free by alt-J

warning(s): smoking/weed, y/n is used (only once), SMUT!!!, oral (r!receiving), sex while high (both parties consenting)

“God! C’mon don’t be such a baby and just ask her!” 

“Would you let it go! I’m not gonna do anything. We’re just friends.”, you say for what feels like the millionth time. “For now!”, she retorts. You lean back in your seat laughing as Bailey’s face twists at your stubbornness. Knowing she’s right but being way too stubborn to give her that satisfaction. 

You and her had decided to grab coffee, realizing it had been too long since you had spent time together. She had seen your most recent instagram post and texted you a string of texts including the words, ‘bitch’ ‘cutie’ ‘skank’ and ‘hottie’, which was pretty typical given that you had been friends since high school. 

It had been about three weeks since you got your tattoo and you and Ellie had been texting almost every single day. You had made up the ‘smooth’ excuse of "My ig dm notifs don’t come through :( can we text instead?”, hoping that the small fib worked. Luck was on your side because just like that you had her number and before you knew it you two were choosing to facetime instead of text. Neither of you had realized it, but you were both building up the courage to ask the other out. Although neither of you were successful, typing out the message and deleting them right after. 

You had told Bailey about the hottest tattoo artist you had ever had. How you had definitely been flirting during your appointment and how much Ellie undercharged you, still angry about that part. She immediately began trying to convince you to ask her out but you had said over and over again that you are just friends…for now. 

Putting her elbows on the table, “So anyway stubborn bitch! Did you hear who Sophia started dating!?”. You and her gossip and talk absolute filth about all the people you know, laughing and cringing at your bullying. 

–

“Oh my god! She is so lying! You have to call her out-”, Bailey starts, face quickly morphing into confusion as your cheeks flush and you mumble ‘oh my god!’. Looking down at your drink, trying to become invisible you whisper, “Bailey that’s her!”. 

Being the ever so subtle person she is, she whips her head over her left shoulder, looking back at you with her mouth in a big ‘O’ shape. “She’s SO hot! Oh my god! You absolutely have to ask her out. I’m definitely not taking no for an answer after seeing her in person.”, she exclaims, peering over her shoulder a few more times.

Given that it’s a rather loud coffee shop and you and Bailey are tucked into the corner, you try not to be disappointed that she hadn't seen you as she grabs a tray of four drinks and walks out. 

Twiddling with your rings you chew on your bottom lip, “You know what? Fuck it. I’m gonna ask her to hang out.”, you state, the authority in your voice is not the most convincing but fuckin’ fake it till’ you make it, right? 

–

Your thumbs hover over your keyboard. Taking a deep breath you hit send. Tossing your phone to the foot of your bed as if it’s a bomb and falling back against your pillows, arms covering your face. Closing your eyes, your mind wanders back to your tattoo appointment. The way her hands felt over your plush thighs, the way you had to pull your panties higher so she could access your skin and how, unknowingly to you, she had eyed the way it created a perfect outline of your cunt causing her mouth to water, the way her brows furrowed when she was in deep focus. Starting to imagine the way her strong hands would feel lowering down and-  

Shooting up at the feeling of your phone vibrating your hands dig through the sheets to find it. Sliding it open you pull the notification screen down, not wanting to open the text just yet. 

✯Ellie✯ : hey! ya i would like that, this week is super packed for…

‘Damn it! Okay, I have to open it.’

✯Ellie✯ : hey! ya i would like that, this week is super packed for me. i am booked up almost everyday butttt maybe you could come by the shop? if you don’t want too that’s totally cool

Biting back a smile at her rambling, excitement bubbles inside you as you respond. Typing out a message and deleting it several times, anxiety making your palms sweaty and heart race.

✿Y/N✿ : Yes! That would be perfect! Just let me know when you have a break! :) 

–

Bopping your head to Down the Line as you drive through the intersection just before the tattoo shop. Parking your car in the lot across the street you pull the mirror down checking over yourself. Grabbing your two bags and water bottle you head across the street to the shop. 

Opening the door and stepping inside you walk over the front desk. The girl with dark hair is there talking with another girl with black hair in a short choppy haircut and bangs. The girl you have never seen before sports several piercings. Walking up hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt their conversation, the girl with longer dark hair turns to you with a warm smile.

“Hi! How can we help you?”, she asks in a kind voice.

“I’m here for Ellie! I don’t uh- have an appointment but she should be expecting me!”, you say quietly not wanting to sound like a walk-in demanding to see Ellie. Feeling the girl with black eyeing you intensely, your cheeks flush. 

“For sure! She should be at her station, her client just left. You can just head back.”, giving her an appreciative smile, you walk through the curtained work stations, hearing the buzz of guns and low chatter.  

Peaking your head into her station you see her sitting on the rolling chair, sketching something on her iPad. She hasn’t noticed you just yet so you observe her in her element. Her hair is tied half up half down, the short choppy strands falling around her face. You wonder how someone can make black jeans and a loose t-shirt look so good. Clearing your throat and smiling as your eyes meet.

“Hey! Perfect timing! I’ve got like an hour and a half before my next client.”, swiveling around as she speaks. 

Holding up one of the two bags in your arms you take a step forward, “Um- I brought you lunch. I- I figured pasta was a safe option so I brought pesto pasta with sun-dried tomatoes!”

Ellie can feel the appreciation practically running through her veins, not remembering the last time someone made lunch for her. Her lips curve as she runs a hand over the back of her neck. 

“That- You are too sweet. I really wasn’t expecting you to bring me lunch. There’s a table out back, let’s eat out there?”, she says as she gets up, closing her iPad and pocketing her phone. 

Giving her a bright smile you nod your head. Following her out of the shop you admire her physique from behind.

‘Does this girl look good from every angle? Yes. Yes, she does.’

–

“Holy fuck! Did you make this!?”, she exclaims, savoring the pasta. 

“Well- uh- not exactly! It’s from Trader Joe's! But it’s my favorite pasta kind of ever. I’m really glad you like it!”, you giggle as you explain the pasta is unfortunately not homemade.

“Well Joe knows how to make some good fucking pasta.”, she says with a mouthful of noodles. Laughing at the green-eyed goofy girl in front of you as you take a bite of your pasta. 

‘Just ask! Don’t be a baby!’, your belly flips as you work up the courage.

Fiddling with your rings and glancing up, just to see her already looking at you, “So…what are you doing Saturday? My friend Bailey is having a small party at her place and I was uh- I was wondering if you wanted to come? With me, of course- or not of course. Just with me.”, you ramble out.

Giving a cocky smile at your nervousness, she tries her damndest to conceal her own racing heart and sweaty palms, “That sounds perfect. I’d love to go. With you, of course.”, her response taking a teasing tone. 

Giggling at your own embarrassing rambling you bite back a smile, “I will pick you up at five. It’s nothing fancy, just a casual thing. I am planning on bringing weed.”

“Just a casual thing, perfect.”, she hums with a smile.

–

Tying the laces of your docs you rush out of your apartment. Checking your phone and cursing at the time, it was four fifty and Ellie’s place was about fifteen minutes away. Rushing through the halls, your purse clutched in one hand, phone under your chin, and yanking your jacket on. 

–

Pulling up the address that Ellie had sent you, you send a voice memo that you are parked out front. You have Spooky playing low as you drum your fingers on the steering wheel. Glancing around you see Ellie rushing down the steps on the porch. Shamelessly running your hungry eyes over her. She wears a pair of light-wash black jeans, sitting perfectly on her legs, not too loose and not too baggy, a black hoodie, and black converse. 

You can’t help but grin as you realize you match. You had chosen an all black outfit too. Finding your favorite black skirt to show off all of the art on your legs, black tights to compensate for the chilly night air, a snug black cropped shirt that showed off a perfect amount of cleavage and your leather jacket. 

“Well don’t you clean up well!”, you tease as she slides into the car, sharing a smile as she chuckles. As she buckles up you hand her your phone, “Put whatever you want on! Bailey’s is like twenty minutes away.”

Ellie finally takes the chance to glance at you. Feeling desire pool in her belly as she sees what you’re wearing. How your hands maneuver the steering wheel, rings and manicured nails tapping along to Left Hand Free. How your skirt has ridden up your plush thighs sitting dangerously high. How the skirt hugs your soft belly and your top shows enough skin to see the glimpse of a tattoo and how it hugs your tits perfectly. Fucking hell, she know’s she ogeling but can’t find it in her to give a shit. She is torn from her trance when she realizes you're leaning dangerously close. Her freckled cheeks flush and she clears her throat when you reach in the back seat and lean back with your purse in hand. Oh. You arrived at the party, Ellie hadn’t even realized you parked. 

You step out of the car and shimmy your skirt back down and smooth your hair out. Ellie steps out and looks over at you, admiring you even more. Thank god it’s getting dark and you can’t see her beet red face. 

“You ready? We’re a tiny bit late so Bailey is probably gonna chew me out but she’s a sweetheart I promise.”, you assure her as you both walk up to the house. Stepping through the door the house is warm with bodies, liquor, and weed. It is not painfully packed but nonetheless you grasp Ellie’s hand in yours and make your way to the kitchen, saying ‘hi’ to most of the people you pass. 

“You’re late bitch! And because you’re late you owe me a shot!”Bailey's voice fills the kitchen, she clearly started partying a long time ago. Stepping over to her you give her a hug, her bright pink outfit a stark contrast against your black one. 

“Anything you want babe! But first, Bailey, this is Ellie. Ellie, this is Bailey, my best friend!”, you exclaim loud enough to be heard through the voices filling the space. 

–

“You’ve been quiet.”, you say as you and Ellie finally escape the kitchen. Finding your way to the room you knew would be a lot more chilled out. 

“Have I?”, she hums, walking behind you practically being your shadow. 

Finding exactly what you were looking for, you plop down onto the couch, toeing your heavy boots off, shifting to face where Ellie sits and draping your legs over hers. 

‘Oh boy, that shot worked quick!’

“Yeah, you have! Is everything okay?”, you ask, tilting your head. 

“Yeah, I’m good! I think I just get a little anxious at parties.”, she says quietly, almost seeming embarrassed. Your bottom lip pokes out and you grab her hand that was resting on your legs, thumb circling her knuckles.

“It’s okay! I get it. If you wanna head out just let me know! No shame, I swear. Or we can get some fresh air! Or just chill here!”, you get lost in your ramble a little, wanting to make sure she knows there’s no pressure for anything. 

Looking at you she chuckles, “You’re cute when you ramble, you know that?”, grinning when you blush and look down to fiddle with her fingers. 

You have the sudden realization you brought weed! 

“You wanna smoke?”, you ask, looking up at her with wide-eyes. 

“Now we’re talking. Yes. Yes, I do.”, she grins.

–

“And- and so- and then- she-”, you are laughing too hard to finish your own story, stomach cramping from how hard you’re laughing. 

Ellie’s head is thrown back in laughter finding your lack of composure funnier than the story you were telling. 

It seemed after every puff of the joint you two shared you would somehow end up closer. Now as the roach has been tossed onto the coffee table in front of you two, you are practically tangled together. 

Finally gaining some composure, you look at her, hands tangled together as you lean against her. 

“Okay! Okay! I’ve got a good one, what was your first time getting high like?”, you ask, face inching closer as the questions go by. 

She lets out a breathy laugh, remembering the painfully embarrassing memory.

“Fuck…okay so me and my friend Dina decided to get high together for the first time-”

“Is that the girl who works the front desk at the shop!”, you interrupt cluelessly high.

She chuckles and gently grasps your chin, tilting your head to look at her with red rimmed eyes, “Yes it is but are you gonna let me finish my story, hm?”, she teases you in a gentle tone but nonetheless it makes you rub your thighs together. Ellie’s eyes flicker down at the motion, quickly darting back up.

Nodding your head with a quiet hum you zip your lips and give her your full attention. She chuckles and releases your chin, her hand going back into your tangle of fingers. 

“So we decided to get high together for the first time and we were idiots who thought’ Let's do an edible for our first time getting high!’, but we ate…the whole fucking thing”, she chuckles at the ‘uh oh’ face you make at her.

“Yeah, so it went about as bad as you can imagine. We had no clue just how fucking strong edibles are especially when you eat the whole god damn brownie! Dina ended up sitting in the tub the whole time because she insisted it was the only place she was safe. On the other hand I thought I was fucking dying but was too nervous to tell my Dad what we had done…so we just waited it out and to this day it felt like I was high for seventy-two hours straight.”, she finishes laughing and shaking her head at how stupid they were.

A laugh spills out of you and you fall into Ellie’s chest in laughter, “That is terrible! You poor poor stupid kids!”. As your laughter fades you find yourself melting into her chest and laying your head against her.

Loving the feeling of your body pressed flush against hers she brings her left arm up and around your body keeping you close to her. Feeling a calm confidence from the weed floating through your body you tilt your head up, faces so close you can feel her breath. Leaning forward you place your lips on hers, sighing when her hand that was around you wraps in your hair and pulls in. Your tongues meet each other is a match for desperation, her hands wandering and resting at the edge of your skirt. Your hips unconsciously shift toward her hand and your lips begin to travel to her jaw and her neck, switching between kisses and love bites that make Ellie shudder and grip your body.

Kissing up to her ear you gently nip at it, whisper, “Take me to the bathroom.”. Smirking when your whispering causes her to shiver.

–

As soon as the door is shut you are back on each other. Kissing in a frenzy. You nip at her bottom lip with a smile. Her lips meet your neck with kisses and bites, pulling moans and whines from you. She grabs your waist and you jump onto the counter behind you. You shiver as her kisses and bites move toward your chest as she leaves even more marks on you. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”, she mumbles against your skin, singing praises into your body. Lust floods your lower belly and you can feel the embarrassing puddle forming in your panties. A gasp escapes you at the feeling of her ripping your tights, fingers finding your weeping cunt. 

“Fuck baby. All this for me? Fuck you’re makin’ such a mess already.”, she speaks against your skin. The feeling of her lips on your skin, her words making you shiver, and her fingers teasing you over your panties is too much but not enough. 

“Ellie please.”, you whine out, feeling desperate. She chuckles at your state, feeling proud at how fucked out you look and she hadn’t even taken off your panties. 

“What baby? Tell me what you want.”, she mumbles against your lips, holding eye contact.

“Please touch me!”, you whimper, feeling shameless at the admission. 

“Such a good fucking girl.”, she praises as she pulls your panties aside and teases your sensitive clit with her thumb. Pulling at your tights she mumbles, “Take these off.”

You wiggle your tights off kicking them away and lift your butt as Ellie pulls your panties off, tossing them with your tights. A loud whine comes from you as Ellie drops to her knees and lets her tongue find your swollen clit. Hands needing to hold something you let one find her hair and the other palms your tits through your shirt.

“Fuck you taste so fucking good baby.”, she says in a raspy voice. 

Her hands wrap around your thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh, as she pulls you to the very edge of the counter giving her even more space to devour you. The band in your lower belly stretches more and more. 

Your eyes are hooded and cloudy as you look down and the band stretches even more when you see Ellie already looking at you. Tears blur your vision as the eye contact seems to spur her even more. Low moans of satisfaction escaping her throat.

“F-fuck! Oh my god-”, you moan and realize how loud you’re getting so you cover your mouth with your hand, only letting quiet whimpers and whines escape you. 

Ellie flattening her tongue and holding the same perfect motion against your clit causes the band to finally snap. Your cunt clenches around nothing and your vision blurs as you throw your head back, thighs shaking and cramping. 

Ellie is relentless with her tongue causing your whole body to tremble from overstimulation. Your hands roughly thread through her hair trying to pull her back as pathetic whines escape you.

“S’too much! Ellie- ple- please! Too sensitive!”, you whine and whimper, practically in tears. 

She pulls back, chuckling at your fucked out state. Breathing heavily you look down as she stands, her lips and chin shiny from your slick. She looks like a fucking god the way she is smirking at you while covered in you. Reaching out you run your thumb over her chin and bring it to your mouth, holding eye contact. 

“Fuckin’ hell baby.”, she mumbles.

Grabbing handfuls of her hoodie you yank her into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on her tongue. Your hands fumble down to her jeans, undoing the button when a hand grabs your wrists earning a whine from you.

“Please Els. Wanna touch you.”, you whimper, giving your best puppy eyes. She chuckles, leaning down and kissing your neck, wrists still bound in her hands.

“Lemme take care of you tonight baby. I promise there’ll be time for me later.”, she mumbles, lips ghosting your ear. You pout but give a reluctant nod.

Gently pulling you off the counter and laughing at your dizzy head and wobbly legs. She tosses your torn tights in the trash and pockets your panties with a smirk. You give her wide eyes and stretch your hand out.

“Give those back! This skirt is too short for no panties!”, you say shimmying it down the best you can.

“Good thing we’re heading out then, huh? No one out there gets to see your pretty cunt but me baby don’t worry.”, she says and guides you out hand in hand.

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Geez I just can't seem to reblog your own post but here @astraltrickster. And I wonder if you'll see this and throughly read it and not just block me and make a post saying I'm "bullying" or "harassing" you or trying to trigger you with the blatant truth. I wonder if you're gonna take a step back and realize your mistake and how dangerous your ideology is. Because it takes a certain type of privilege to close your eyes and plug your ears at the sound of genocide. Are you gonna realize the damage you have done with this post and the other one that has so many notes compared to the ones about Palastine? Is your white (or whatever race you are) guilt going to take over and ignore this or are you going to speak up like me and hundreds of others have?

When you go to bed are you afraid of being bombed in your sleep? Are you afraid of not knowing if you family is gonna be alive? With all their limbs attached? Are you afraid of starving to death or having to navigate your broken bombed neighborhood at night with no light to aid you. Do you go to bed hungry? If you have kids do you kiss them goodnight and worry if tomorrow you're gonna see their body under rubble? Do you worry that you'll never hear your parent's voices again (if they are alive) and if you'll ever see your cousins, uncles, aunts and nieces and nephews? Do you think "is this gonna be my last day alive"? Do you have to write your name on your arms and hands because you don't know it people will be able to identify your dead mutilated body?

When you drink water do you think "I should savor this, I don't have much left" or "I should give this to the family down the street."? When you eat hot food do you savor it or do you gobble it down because you know you can easily make more? What type of stove do you have? Is it gas or electric? Is it white bulbs or yellow bulbs in your house?

In your last paragraph you say breathe. Do you think it's easy to breathe under rubble or a chemical that burns the skin and causes respiratory problems or heavy smoke caused by constant bombing? I don't. Do you think those little premature babies in the hospitals that are running out of electricity can breathe right now? I don't think they can.

Did you even think about their dreams? Their goals, their aspirations? Did you watch little kids shaking from trauma? Did you see a mom dead, as her small son looks at her bloody face? Did you see the father with his two children in plastic bags because they were blown to pieces and the screams and cries coming from him? Did you see the female doctor scream "they're just babies, they're just children."? Did you see a little girl get pushed back by doctors and other survivors because they didn't want her to see her dead mother. Did you do that I wonder?

But my finally questions are: Did you even view them as humans? Did you mourn them? Did you cry over them? I know I did. Did you ever question the American propaganda that tells you "it's okay to take mental health break because it is so hard us/you. Did you think about anyone but yourself. Did you think of a reply instead of listening to what I said. Are you gonna block me or say I'm "fear mongering"? I'm just curious.

But don't worry, when this is over and the smoke clears, we'll see the ones who were on the wrong side of history. The ones who were complacent in an ethnic cleansing. In a genocide. We'll see the ones who'll come crawling out and try and play victims and who'll try and say they were "misinformed". The ones who put their sexuality and gender first over brown lives. The ones who choose to believe racist propaganda and pinkwashing. Vs the ones who spoke up, the ones who donated what little they had, the ones who prayed even though they haven't felt religious in years. The ones who could've been paid off, the ones who lost their jobs, the ones who were doxxed.

We'll see.

[tephsworld]

Yall I just made another AU, AGAIN.!? WHYY

I actually kinda love this AU

PLEASE REBLOG ME WANT TO SEE HOW PEOPLE THINK ABOUT THIS AU.!!!

Au under cut

Okay so, Sun is now connected to wither shards right.? And Lunar is a Star connected to like weather and stuff

Lunar is (gonna be) an astral sooo why not make something like wither astrals or something like that (I think of Better name later) and Sun is now one of them, the thing is they don’t like astrals because they are the ones that monitor negative star power/entities that are made from it or use it, you could say that they are also made from it except they aren’t evil or whatever and astrals are originally supposed to monitor positive star power but the wither astrals are ghosts (inspiration from trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia), so they can’t do anything except watch and help Sun, and that’s why astrals also monitor negative star power, since they are ghosts only Sun can see them if they want him to see them, they can also make their voice be heard by whoever they want if that makes sense

Each wither astral is rivals with a certain astral soo Sun would start to feel a bit eh around Lunar and so would Lunar with Sun

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Astrals Rivals with: Wither Astrals

Leo Rivals with Rarity (yes MLP reference >:>)

Virgo Rivals with Rowan

Taurus Rivals with Zach

Pisces Rivals with Poppy

Aries Rivals with David

Libra Rivals with Sadie

Capricorn Rivals with Hannah

Gemini (Castor and Pollux) Rivals with Genesis (Logan and Lola)

Scorpio Rivals with Julian

Cancer Rivals with Zera

Aquarius Rivals with Maria

Sagittarius Rivals with Scarlett

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Rarity: Very cocky and prideful but pretty nice if you’re on her nice side, can talk to (good or bad) negative star power entities (except wither storms)

Rowan: doesn’t talk much, kinda like the quiet kid in class, is very nice once you get to know him, can manipulate negative star power

Zach: Anger issues, sarcastic, kinda cocky but serious and precautious, can make entities from negative star power

Poppy: Nice, kind, Anger issues, a bit sarcastic, she’ll treat you like the most precious thing in the world if you’re nice to her, can make powerful weapons out of negative star power (works with Rowan to make the items he makes more powerful)

David: he’s just David man 🧍‍♂️, acts likes your average golf dad, very serious when in danger or possibly dangerous areas, can make explosions/smoke bombs with negative star power

Sadie: Silly goober, plays pranks, jokes a lot, can switch emotions very quickly to serious (sometimes uses it as a joke), Can read minds and use telepathy (I believe that’s what it is called, someone that can talk to another person in their mind only)

Hannah: Like Rarity except a bit nicer,

Logan: Calm and precautious, can be a bit silly if he wants to, can detect usage of negative star power when being used for evil. Lola: Energetic and silly, can be serious if she wants, sassy, a bit sarcastic, she can manipulate the negative star power to make herself more powerful and beat the crap out of evil people. Genesis: when together they are calm and sassy, a bit energetic when you mention their favorite activities, can give other wither astrals negative star power to make them more powerful and let them feel how much negative star power someone is using

[elizaellwrites]

Hello

I'm Safaa From Gaza, mother of two children. My house was demolished during the last war. We are currently facing great hardship, and I am in desperate need of your kindness. Can you help me reblog my story, donate and support rebuilding our lives? Your support means a lot to us in these difficult circumstances.”

https://gofund.me/0511f253

While I can’t do anything directly, I’m forwarding this out there to anyone who follows me and is able to support you!

What is happening in Gaza is tragic and horrifying and needs attention and support. I wish I could help more, and am keeping you and your family in my thoughts.

Story from their GoFundMe

Hello world

I'm Safaa, 25 years old, the wife of the best man in the world and the mother of the two most beautiful children, but the war deprived them of their childhood and its beauty.

Please read and imagine that you live in my place, what would you do?!

If only your family lived with this death and torment at every moment! Can you imagine?

I am from Gaza - Al Karama, but now we were displaced in Nuseirat inside a small tent after our house in Gaza was demolished.

We fled to the south of the valley, and from there we fled to Rafah, but we had to flee Rafah again because of the invasion. We survived 6 wars in Gaza. Now, we don't know who will survive this genocidal war.

We turn to you to help us rescue our loved ones “my family” to safety, away from the unbearable conditions that threaten their existence. In the midst of this, a poignant chapter of our journey was revealed, when the war destroyed the house in which we lived, a place of memories and landmarks. This loss is not limited to bricks and mortar, but to a haven that once housed our dreams, our laughter, and our moments of peace

As you know, the Egyptian government imposes entry fees to its territory ranging from 5,000 to 8,000 dollars per person. Therefore, we need you to stand by us to leave Gaza and stay in Egypt, including rent expenses for my family and children.

I hope everyone can help us do this as soon as possible. We do not want to lose anyone else from our family, just as we have lost many of our friends, loved ones, and relatives. Your support can be the light that guides us to safety, to a place where Ibtisam and Ibrahim can grow.

They do not know the sound of bombs, they do not know fear but laughter, where they can chase their dreams in broad daylight, far from the shadows of war.

Also, just because of the power outage, we converted the electric ovens into ovens in which we put firewood [wood] to burn it to prepare bread. We are suffering to the point that our hands were burned because of that. Stand with us and extend a helping hand to us.

Stand and watch too. Can you imagine that your family members making food over the fire are exposed to health problems because of the smoke that comes out of the fire and the contaminated food that is made on it? Please move, do not stop.

[jambiscuits27]

Welcome I would be truly grateful if you could help me with a donation in order to save my children and my family from the dangers of war and death in Gaza and escape to a safe place

Please Share Or Replog Or Donate For My Family 🙏

My situation is very catastrophic

https://gofund.me/0511f253

Sure! If you are able to, please consider donating to Safa’s fundraiser to help her and her family get out of Gaza. It costs around €5,000-€8,000 to get even one person to Egypt. Right now only €8,199 out of their €50,000 goal has been reached. Even a simple share/reblog goes a long way.

Description under cut:

“Hello world

I'm Safaa, 25 years old, the wife of the best man in the world and the mother of the two most beautiful children, but the war deprived them of their childhood and its beauty.

Please read and imagine that you live in my place, what would you do?!

If only your family lived with this death and torment at every moment! Can you imagine?

I am from Gaza - Al Karama, but now we were displaced in Nuseirat inside a small tent after our house in Gaza was demolished

We fled to the south of the valley, and from there we fled to Rafah, but we had to flee Rafah again because of the invasion. We survived 6 wars in Gaza. Now, we don't know who will survive this genocidal war.

We turn to you to help us rescue our loved ones “my family” to safety, away from the unbearable conditions that threaten their existence. In the midst of this, a poignant chapter of our journey was revealed, when the war destroyed the house in which we lived, a place of memories and landmarks. This loss is not limited to bricks and mortar, but to a haven that once housed our dreams, our laughter, and our moments of peace

As you know, the Egyptian government imposes entry fees to its territory ranging from 5,000 to 8,000 dollars per person. Therefore, we need you to stand by us to leave Gaza and stay in Egypt, including rent expenses for my family and children.

I hope everyone can help us do this as soon as possible. We do not want to lose anyone else from our family, just as we have lost many of our friends, loved ones, and relatives. Your support can be the light that guides us to safety, to a place where Ibtisam and Ibrahim can grow.

They do not know the sound of bombs, they do not know fear but laughter, where they can chase their dreams in broad daylight, far from the shadows of war.

Also, just because of the power outage, we converted the electric ovens into ovens in which we put firewood [wood] to burn it to prepare bread. We are suffering to the point that our hands were burned because of that. Stand with us and extend a helping hand to us.

Stand and watch too. Can you imagine that your family members making food over the fire are exposed to health problems because of the smoke that comes out of the fire and the contaminated food that is made on it? Please move, do not stop.”

[fancassticfiction]

Things boyfriend has done this weekend in no particular order:

Accused me of bamboozling him into going to a Mexican restaurant because I said it was authentic and then clarified that it was as authentic as you can get in my area

Apologized because it was pretty authentic and actually pretty good (He wants to go again soon)

Tried out my scalp massager and immediately wanted to go shower because I mentioned how helpful it is in washing my hair

Spent 15 minutes trying to find a deodorant and body wash combo that would smell good together

Sang the line "it's a femininomenon" throughout walmart

Got his own scalp massager because it apparently changed his life.

Dropped the bomb that his job opened a branch of their store in my area and are interested in sending him down there every once in a while to help out (meaning I could see him more often)

Learned that hammock chairs are amazing and have become his favorite chairs to smoke in

Decided to shower again just to try his new scalp massager

Made me really good spaghetti

Learned that his girlfriend's (me) 2c to 3a curls may be natural, but nature needs the help of some products and a diffuser

Learned about everything showers

Learned that you shouldn't pour grease down the drain when you're cooking

Did a happy dance when I made sure to prep him leftovers for tomorrow (he doesn't know that I snuck the last breadstick into the lunchbox I'm letting him borrow)

Snuggled up with 2/3 cats as the three of them almost pushed me out of the bed this morning

Watched me reblog pictures of Sleep Token like the feral fangirl I am

Modeled bracelets I made for the concert

Got very excited when he watched me lay out my clothes for work because he realized how much I love dresses and skirts (especially since it's going to be warm here this week)

Joked that he's the basic white boy to my goth girl (he's not far off...)

[goldustwomun]

false god (e.m.)

pairing: eddie munson x best friend! fwb! reader

summary: sleeping with your best friend was never a good idea, and though he’s confessed his feelings to you, they were feelings he felt for an entirely different girl. 

warnings: some smut-type-spicey stuff! angst!! a whole lotta swearing because i just loved dropping the f-bombs; some l-bombs again because reader is entirely infatuated with our boy eddie; mentions of drugs and smoking and drinking xx err also possibly ooc eddie because it’s my first time writing him (second time writing so be kind)

wc: 3.2k+

note: this wrote itself, i have no regrets :) entirely inspired by the t swizzle song & it’s unedited for now because I just want it out in the world and my brain hurts too much to read it over xx but likes & reblogs are much appreciated <3 love u alllll 

read part two - part three

The two of you were never a done deal. There was no handshake, no whispered promise, no exchange of blood under a full moon. It’d only ever been stolen moments that were brushed aside as slip-ups. Blame placed on the drink, the drugs, the look in each other’s eyes. 

How was he meant to resist when you walked into his trailer in that tiny skirt, lips pouting and talking a mile a minute? He was a patient man, sure, had to be when just about everyone treated him like some kind of satanic ‘freak’. But you’d talk, and talk, and talk, and as much as he loved to hear you talk, sometimes (most of the time), he’d lean over and shut you up with his mouth instead of hearing just how much you hated whatever misogynistic prick you’d seen on TV that day.

It was the same with you. How were you meant to keep your hands, your lips off of him and his skin when he smiled at you in that crazed way he always did? With his constantly-flourishing hands and his ability to look at you for not even a minute before he’d deciphered what it was that had been bugging you since you’d woken up. 

To everyone else, Eddie Munson was the guy who was probably in a cult, listened to the devil’s music, smelled of pot (always), and was exactly the kind of guy mother’s warned their daughters about. He wore leather and chains and had tattoos you loved to trace when you were in bed together.

Eddie Munson was all of these things, and more, to most of Hawkins. 

Yet to you – you were certain he’d be the only man you’ll ever love. 

Now you know you’re young, somewhat naive to the world, and definitely haven't lived enough of life to make such profoundly passionate claims. 

But somewhere deep down in your heart, in your soul, in your very being – you knew it to be true. That it would always be Eddie. 

Eddie. Eddie. Eddie. 

And the worst part of it all, the real irony of it, was that you’d yet to find the courage to say just that to him, and though he’d said it to you, he’d been talking about someone else. 

“It’s Chrissy, babe. I’m telling you – she’s the one!” 

He’d been gushing non-stop since he’d fallen into step beside you, arms swinging with such dramatic ease that you had to duck occasionally just to avoid getting hit. “I don’t know why now. It’s not like we’ve ever talked, not since middle school, at least. And yes, yes, I know what you’re going to say– she’d never be into me. But I’m telling you, she is, she has to be – I just know it.”

He stopped, finally, hands landing on your shoulders to turn you towards him. Eddie Munson smiled down at you, waiting, panting, expectantly, to hear just how happy you were that your best friend had found the one. 

You could only offer him a tight smile and an encouraging squeeze of his bicep before you shrugged him off of you, stepping past him. The ground looked oddly enchanting, what with all of the dirt, and twigs, and stomped-on bugs. You couldn’t get enough of it, really. Well, you couldn’t get enough of anything that’d distract you from the frown that had replaced Eddie’s previous grin. 

He didn’t say anything, only walked beside you, having understood that if he pried, you’d only lash out. And while those fights and arguments usually ended with him inside of you and you screaming his name to oblivion, he had a feeling this time wasn’t like the rest. 

It wasn’t until you made it to his Uncle’s trailer that he finally spoke again. Shoving himself between you and his bedroom door so that you couldn’t avoid the conversation – the catastrophic explosion, more like – any longer. 

“What’d I do?” he asked, confident it was the right route to take. If it was anyone else you were upset with, it was Eddie you’d go to, to rant and complain and curse out. So he knew, if it wasn’t anyone else, it had to be him who’d fucked up. He just didn’t know where he’d gone wrong. 

“It’s nothing, Ed,” you brushed off, trying, failing, to push past him. When he didn’t budge, you sighed, glaring up at him and his stupidly endearing curly head of hair. “I’m serious. It’s nothing, just move out of the way.”

“Why?” Eddie wasn’t usually this pushy, but this time around, he stood defiantly at the door frame. 

“Why? Because I want a fucking smoke, Ed. What’s wrong with you?” The anger was building, he could see it buzzing under your skin as your nostrils flared at him in annoyance. That was good, though. Some emotion, even the bad kind, was better than whatever apathetic bullshit you were currently trying to feed him. 

“You’re not gonna get a smoke until you tell me what’s wrong!”

“I told you– nothing! For fuck’s sake–”

“It’s obviously not nothing if you’re fucking shouting at me, now is it!”

“Whatever Munson. Keep your drugs.” You shook your head, fists clenched like you were readying yourself to punch him right in his face (the face you hated to adore), but instead you spun your heel, snatched your bag off of the pathetic excuse of a kitchen table, and hauled ass out of the door. 

“Hey, hey hey!” He rushed at you from behind, slamming the trailer door shut before you’d even had a chance to think about how irrational you were acting. You think it might be your body’s way of getting you to confess, to just tell him. “God! Stop acting like such a brat. Just tell me, I’m not here to judge you, you know that’s not me!”

You knew you were being unreasonable, you knew he’d know something was wrong, and you knew Eddie was just the person to pry it out of you. You were just afraid of what it’d do to the two of you. 

You were glaring holes into the dented metal of the door, knowing the only way out was the truth. 

“It’s Chrissy,” you said, though your voice was barely above a whisper.

“What?” he asked, still confused by your outburst.

“Chrissy.”

“Babe, I can’t hear you if you mumble you words like tha–”

“It’s fucking Chrissy, Munson, you fucking moron! Chrissy, Chrissy, Chrissy!” you shouted, finally, right in his face. 

And you laughed at how dumbstruck he looked, because you could tell he knew where this conversation was headed. It was a road you’d both avoided for months now, ever since the lines of friends and more had started to blur. 

“Chrissy? I– What? Why Chrissy? What’d she do to you?” You flinched at the concern in his voice, hated that he cared so damn much for you. But you had to remind yourself that care and concern didn’t equate love, and you loved Eddie Munson but he’d never love you back. 

“She didn’t do anything. It’s– She’s– Fuck! Eddie, I don’t want to talk about this!” you cried indignantly, hands flying to hide the emotions so blatantly apparent on your face. He could read you like his favourite book and you needed to rip some pages out before he got too far. 

“Then what do you want to do?” His voice was raw, rough and achingly soft. Eddie’s hands moved to pull your own away from your face, pinching your chin harshly between his fingers so you looked him in the eye. “What do you want to do, babe?” 

Sure, you were looking at him and he was looking at you, but Eddie’s gaze was blatantly trained on your mouth as you gaped up at him, now dumbstruck yourself. 

“You,” you breathed into the slowly shrinking space between your bodies. “I want to do you.”

It was all he needed to hear before he’d crashed right into you. Eddie wasn’t the most useful member of society. He hadn’t yet graduated high school, didn’t have a job, and spent most of his time with fourteen year olds that could probably pass for twelve. But sex, and even more so, sex with you – he knew how to do that, was really good at doing it, as well. 

“That’s it sweetheart, melt right into me,” he urged into your ear, hands shifting from your face, to squeezing your hips, to the heated back of your thighs before he pulled you closer, forcing you to jump into his hold, lock your legs tightly around his waist. 

He walked blindly to his room, one of his hands stretched out to steady the both of you because he couldn’t quite convince himself to tear his lips from your neck long enough to see where he was going. 

“Fucking– fuck!” he cursed when he bashed his hip into the door handle, only for the same offender to jab into your side. You whined into his mouth, brows furrowing in pain, but his fingers rubbed circles into your skin to soothe the ache. 

“I’m sorry, baby, I know– I know, it hurts. But I’m going to make you feel better, yeah?” His voice had dropped into that register that always had your thighs squeezing shut. You could feel his words right down to the pit of your stomach.

 “That’s it. That’s my girl. Isn’t this so much better than fighting?” he asked sweetly, lifting your little dress off of your body before running his warm lips across the top of your breasts. 

“Eddie, please,” you managed to whimper out between gasps and moans. You couldn’t wait, not this time. You need him now, hard and fast, before the spell breaks. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he hushed, then giggled quietly to himself in the midst of stripping his clothes off. “That’s what you’re going to be saying very soon.”

You tugged at his hair for his cockiness, manoeuvring around him to push him back on the bed. “I want to be on top,” you stated firmly, unhooking your bra and slipping your panties down your legs. They were shaking with anticipation but your movements were practised; confident enough that he didn’t notice.

It was only when you picked his discarded band tee from off of the floor that his smile dropped, watching you with pinpointed fascination. He leaned up on his arms to get a better look at you, standing, naked, in his shirt that barely reached midway of your thighs. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, hand snaking down his own body to palm at his growing prick. “You’re killing me here.”

“That’s the hope, Munson.”

Climbing onto the bed, knees resting on either side of his hips, you gave into the urge. Your fingertips traced the ink, stark against his flushed skin, across his chest, admiring how it puffed out towards you with every deep pant of his. “Sweetheart, please,” he begged, words barely forming at his lips. 

You were sat, bare, right on top of where he needed you, and as much as you wanted to get on with it, you relished in the feeling. In the feeling of him needing you, wanting you, for just a few more minutes.

Eddie, of course, wasn’t as patient. Not when you were in his shirt, in his bed, skin on display. You were entirely his, in that moment, and he was going to make you remember it. With an easy back of his hips, he had the two of you flipped as your back collided hard with his mattress. He grinned down at you, teeth flashing that deadly smile that told you, you were in for it. 

“I thought I was the one in charge here?” he mocked, caging you in with his arms. Eddie leaned down until his face was barely inches away from your own, hot breath mingling with your own. You leaned up, trying to capture his lips but he moved back in time to avoid the fated collision. 

“Sweetheart,” he mumbled, staring so deeply into you, you were worried you’d combust right then and there. Spill all your secrets and beg for mercy later, after he’d fucked you. “Do you want me?” 

It was the stupidest question you’d ever heard. He knew it. You knew it. But you answered anyway, your words wreaking desperation. “Yes, Eddie, please. I want you, so fucking bad.” 

“Why are you upset with Chrissy?”

You didn’t think you’d heard him right. It was like a needle scratching against a record player as the spinning stopped, and suddenly, all you wanted was out of his arms. “Fuck you, Eddie Munson,” you whispered curelly, shoving him off of you as you scrambled across the ground to shove your underwear up your legs, your dress over your arms. 

He didn’t stop you this time, only watched you clutch your things in your shaking hands as you sprinted out of his room, out of the trailer, and most worryingly, out of his life. 

You avoided the man known as Eddie Munson like a plague you weren’t too eager to catch. You hid in the girl’s bathroom during lunch, took the long way home or begged Nancy for a ride, even skipped out on work for a week, feigning illness. 

The problem, of course, was Eddie knew your routine, and your plan B for these exact situations, so it didn’t take long for him to catch-up with you after you slipped-up and returned to your usual walk home. 

He stood under a tree, looking entirely calm, cool, and collected. Of course, you could tell he was shitting bricks. That it was a facade he had put up because there were other people on the suburban street you lived on, and he wasn’t looking to draw unwanted attention. 

“Can we talk?” he asked, grabbing your elbow as you walked by him so you turned to face him. He pulled the pair of you deeper into the grove of trees when you refused to answer him, instead staring blankly at a spot on his chest. 

“I fucked up. I know I did. I shouldn’t have brought Chrissy up and–”

“Don’t say her name,” you insisted, cutting him off. “In front of me, at least, just don’t say her name. It makes me want to rip my skin off my bones every time I hear it come from your mouth. So don’t.” There was venom in your voice he hadn’t ever heard before, and he worried he’d slipped you the vial. 

“Baby, please, I need you to tell me. I’m worried about you, about us.” He was entirely earnest when he spoke. Eddie had a knack of being the most genuine person you’d met.

“There’s no ‘us’, Eddie. There never was, and there sure as hell isn’t one now.”

“What are you talking about? Things were fine! They were good! I thought you were enjoying yourself because I sure was!”

“I wasn’t just enjoying it, Eddie. I loved it!” you fired back. “I loved you! Fuck– I love you.” The admission hurt even more as your voice cracked. Eddie’s lips moved around words that weren’t quite making it out of his mouth as he stared at you, slack jawed. You relished in the satisfaction of doing the unexpected, leaving people so completely shocked and surprised by your every move.

But in that moment – a moment you had dreamed tirelessly of, when you’d admit your feelings to one Eddie Munson and the two of you would be forever – the confusion on Eddie’s face wasn’t something you took pride in then. 

“I didn’t know,” he confessed himself, reaching out for your hand that lay limp at your side. You pulled back immediately, not trusting yourself. 

“I know you didn’t. You’re too kind of a person to go on and on about another girl you think is the one, in front of the girl who actually loves you.” You hated saying it, but it was true. Eddie, despite the town’s best efforts to disprove, didn’t have a mean bone in his body. He was annoyingly good, even when he was being an oblivious prick. 

“It doesn’t matter, Eddie. Not anymore. I’m tired, really fucking tired, actually. And I know you don’t love and trust easily, so I know, as your friend, best friend, fuck buddy – whatever we were, that she’s good for you.” The tears were falling freely now and you were sure the place in your chest reserved for your heart was nothing but a decaying pit of black. It hurt, but you knew he was too selfless to let you go himself. 

Wiping aggressively at your tears, you continued, having rehearsed the speech in your head, over and over again, the past week. 

“If Chrissy is what you want– who you want, I mean. I’m not going to stop you. I can’t. Not when I’ll be second to her on your list when you’ve always been the whole damn universe to me. It’ll be hard, because I know you need help with Spanish and fixing the lightbulb in your room – but I can find you another tutor and write down the instructions, so don’t worry about it, yeah? 

It’ll be hard for me, too, but I have Nancy, and Steve, and Robin, and I know they’re your friends as well but we’ll make it work– schedule times to see them separately, or whatever and–”

“Stop talking,” he interrupted abruptly, hands flying to fist his hair as he paced in front of you. “Fuck! Why does it sound like you’re breaking up with me? You’re acting like we’ll never see each other!”

“I don’t think you heard me right, Ed. I love you. Like fucking fireworks and cupcakes and ‘I do’s’. I can’t just be friends with you anymore.”

“Why not? We’ll make it work, like you said, but I can’t not see you, I mean you’re my best friend and what if I lose the instructions for the lightbulb or something, then what? I’m not the smartest, you know that, I’d definitely write my grocery list on that same paper and toss it in the trash or something–”

“Because it hurts, Eddie, it fucking hurts,” you breathed out. You grabbed his hand, resting it against your chest, right above where your heart was currently pounding, threatening to burst free from the confines of your body. “It hurts when I look at you because I know you don’t love me like that. Not now, not ever. We fooled around with each other, and maybe it was a mistake, but we did it anyway, and now I’m in too deep, Ed.” 

For the first time in your friendship, Eddie Munson looked afraid. Eyes wide, nostrils flaring, fingertips gripping the soft material of your shirt. He was afraid because he didn’t know how to fix the mess laid out before him, and his usual methods were moot. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” he repeated again, finally, letting go of you as he stumbled back.

“I know you didn’t, Ed, I know it. You did your best– you were the best friend a person could ever ask for, and I don’t regret a thing.”

It was all you could say before you left him in the clearing, surrounded by dirt, twigs, crushed-up bugs and the pieces of your breaking heart. 

You weren’t one to pray, never having believed in a God of any kind, but even if it was some false God with minimal powers and few believers – you prayed he took care of your Eddie Munson. You prayed Eddie Munson made it out. 

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Objects - Daisuke Kambe x Reader

Warning(s): Swearing, slight angst, suggestions of harassments (Not really, but just in case)

Summary: Daisuke thinks he can buy you and you’re not having it. 

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“Here.” You shoved the box into the multi-millionaires soft hands. He stepped back from the sudden impact but maintained his stoic expression. 

You both stood at the front of the grand staircase in his miraculous mansion. Daisuke loomed over the box in his hands and saw it was filled with the miraculous gifts he’d sent you. 

Although the amount of jewelry and dresses in the box was nothing compared to what he had originally gifted you.

He looked up to see your arms crossed, clearly upset with him. 

“I’m assuming you aren’t content with these specific gifts, I’ll keep that in mind for future reference.” His voice was still as smooth and calm.

You groaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “No. I’m not content with any of the gifts you gave me. I never asked you to buy sixty hand-made dresses and I don’t want the buckets of jewelry you bought me either!” 

Daisuke continued with his bored expression despite the confusion in his eyes. “Would you prefer for me to buy you a new house then?”

Your nostrils flared from his proposal, it seemed nothing could get through to him. Most women in your position would have squealed from excitement and accepted his offer. But you weren’t like most women anyways. 

Daisuke made it clear the first day he met you that he wanted you. After all, he asked within the first couple minutes of meeting you ‘how much to court you?’. 

You made the excuse that you don’t date men who smoke and he threw his packet of cigars out the window, then called HEUSC to throw out the packets at home.

Either way, you refused to date a man who thinks he can just put a price on you. 

When you turned him down, he’s taken every opportunity to go on a mission with you or send you gifts. Your house was filled with all the fortuitous items he’s bought you, yet you all traded them for money and used it to donate to multiple charities. 

You decided to be courteous and return the small portions of gifts to the buyer. You soon realized that was a mistake, as you felt your chest bubble up with more frustration. 

You sighed. “No, Daisuke. I don’t want you to buy me a new house. Let’s just be regular coworkers, okay?” 

“I don’t want us just to be coworkers, I want you to be with me.” 

You paused. The words that spilled from his mouth were unexpected of such a stoic man. It’s all just been about money till now. 

You inhaled through your nose and exhaled through your mouth. You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t flutter in the slightest when he said that. If Daisuke had better morals then you two would have been together by now. 

Looking at his stern blue eyes, you spoke. “Daisuke. There are plenty of other women who would gladly accept all of your gifts and happily be your significant other.” 

Daisuke passed the box to one of his many servants. “But I only want you.”

You stared at him, feeling your shoulder slouch. It wasn’t that you didn’t find him attractive or charming. You just couldn’t agree with the way he viewed the world or how to solve problems. 

He faced you again and took a step closer to your body.

“Why don’t you want me? What do I have to buy to make you say yes? How much?” 

Your shoulder stiffened once again from his questions. There was that annoying question again. ‘how much?’

The frustration in your chest flared up once again. 

Daisuke was a man that viewed everything as a commodity, something that can be bought and sold easily. He couldn’t understand the concept of invaluable things, like friendships, family, love. 

He thought he could buy you. That’s where your attraction to him was thrown out the window. Well, almost thrown out the window. 

You turned your heel and began to make your way out of the mansion. You didn’t want to deal with him right now, or else you would explode. 

Daisuke called out your name and grabbed your wrist. The bomb in your head went off and you flipped yourself around to face him again. You grabbed his collar and yanked him towards you so your faces were inches apart. 

“You can’t just buy me, Daisuke! You can’t just buy someone because you want them! True, the shitty types do exist but I am not one of them! You can’t buy love!” 

You pushed Daisuke away and he only took a small step back from the impact.

“I am not some toy that you can buy because you’re bored! I am not a dog that will run as soon as you give me a treat! I am not an object. If you want me, you have to earn me! Prove to me, you’re worth my time! Show me I’m not just an object to you!” 

With that, you turned around and stormed out of the mansion. Mumbling incoherent sentences as you marched down the trail. 

Daisuke stood there, perplexed by your lecture. He blinked for a couple of moments before slowly bringing his hand up to his ear.

“HEUSC. Cancel all the orders I placed for Ms. (Last Name) this morning.” 

Daisuke smirked, you were right. You were far more expensive than his unlimited balance. 

So, he was going to earn you.

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hello!! could I request neji, gaara and kakashi reactions finding out they'll have twins with their s/o? it can be getting the news, choosing the names, how are their behaves during and/or after the birth, their thoughts, feelings, you can put whatever you want ^^ grateful

TWIN REVEAL HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: neji hyuuga, gaara, kakashi hatake

WARNINGS: cw food

A/N: absolutely! love domestic naruto boys the most <3 also, im so sorry these got so long they turned into whole drabbles T-T CANT WRITE IN MODERATION AT ALL!!

NEJI

you’ve been pondering how to break the exciting news that you were expecting twins with the love of your life, neji, for days now

but what you didn’t realize was that he already had a sneaking suspicion that you weren’t only eating for two

observant as ever, he’s noticed how exaggerated your pregnancy symptoms were: extreme morning sickness (he always held your hair back), severe fatigue (massages and back rubs were always in order) and even as he lays on your stomach, he hears... a second heartbeat?

as you’re thinking about how to break the news, he’s also wondering if you’ve realized that you’re having twins

it was your anniversary a few days later, and you had decided to break the exciting news to him through a special treat

setting four steaming bowls of his favorite food, hot soba, on the kitchen table, you awaited the arrival of your husband

“(y/n), i’m home!” neji called out down the hallway, slipping off his shoes before he caught you standing there in the dining room

his eyes widened in surprise before melting into the most heartwarming gazes you’ve ever seen as he made his way over to you, wrapping his strong arms around your frail body

“happy anniversary, (y/n).”

you couldn’t see it, but neji’s eyes widened at the sight behind you, over your shoulder that his head was resting on

four bowls of his favorite food? why four?

but then he realized, pulling back quicker than light as he held onto your shoulders and stared into your eyes

“you know? about the twins?”

a radiant smile spread from your glowing cheeks to your ears as your eyes widened in surprise; neji already knew?

but of course he did, he was so observant as a husband: always gifting you things that you’ve pined over but never actually said that you’ve wanted out loud, taking care of that one pesky chore you can never bring yourself to do; he was the absolute perfect husband for you

a grin formed on neji’s face as he pulled your body into his once again, embracing you as tight as your enlarged body would let him

“we’re the luckiest parents in the world,” he murmured into your ear, softly smoothing your hair

“no,” you replied, smiling into his embrace. “i’m the luckiest wife in the world.”

the dinner was spectacular, as you and your husband enjoyed a wholesome meal for two (or four!)

after confirming that the two of you were going to be raising twins instead of just one baby, it was time to prepare double time

luckily for you, neji is nothing if not prepared

he’s got a running checklist of things he needs double of; double the cribs, double the diapers, double the bottles, double the clothes, double the—

poor man is overworking himself, but he’d work as many hours as he needed to to ensure that you and your new family will have the best first years of your life

he was getting anxious as you neared the time of your labor, as he kept checking that the house was babyproofed, the bottles were the right size, the food was the correct brand, etc.

it was endearing, seeing him so worried, but only because he cared for you that much

needless to say, the moment you went into labor, he arrived at the hospital in record time

neji realized he was worried for nothing as the birth went smoothly as could be, and when you finally brought your two bundles of joy home, he couldn’t believe that they were actually part of him

it made him so happy to be raising two little twins with his favorite person in the world

all the diapers in the world couldn’t prepare him for the delight of parenthood!

GAARA

you felt the cool gel spread across your enlarged stomach before the ultrasound crackled to life

you, gaara, and the doctor all watched with bated breaths as a white blob began to form amidst the dark abyss of your tummy

tears began to spring to your eyes as your hand instinctively moved to touch your stomach; this was your baby. inside of you was you and gaara’s own little bundle of joy :,)

gaara’s calming hand slipped into yours as the two of you gazed at the screen in wonder

“look!” you cried, pointing with your other hand at the absence of... a certain body part. “it’s a baby girl!”

“that’s right,” the doctor grinned. “congratulations, you two, you’re having a girl!”

but then, the doctor started to press your stomach at a different angle with a furrowed brow

“what is it, doctor? is there something wrong?” you felt panic begin to rise in your stomach. your baby?

a small smile emerged on the doctor’s face as they pointed to the screen displaying the ultrasound, “see for yourself.”

confused but more at ease, you watched as the tiny white blob on the screen moved slowly to the side to reveal... another one?

your heart rate began to quicken as you turned, shell-shocked, to your husband

the redhead’s face was stunned, his eyes blown wide as he raised a finger at the display in front of him.

“t-t-there’s... there’s two... of them....”

his pale green eyes locked onto yours, which were brimming with overjoyous tears

“gaara...” you reached for his hand once more. “we’re having twins!”

you swore his own eyes were filled with tears as he wrapped his arms around your frail, weak body, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck

you clung onto your husband, a soon-to-be father of two, for dear life, laughing and gasping for breath as you realized that you not only had one— but two bundles of joy in your stomach

“congratulations again, you two, this one’s a boy!”

after a rough birth, your two feisty little sand twins are the rowdiest bunch in the barrel

clambering, climbing on top of their stoic dad, pulling at his hair, gnawing at his fingers

your beloved husband is their personal jungle gym

it’s amusing, watching gaara slowly (but surely) learn and navigate through the ups and downs of new parenthood

but above the sleepless nights, the ceaseless crying, the endless messes, he’s especially grateful that you’re the one he’s experiencing it all with :)

KAKASHI

you clutched the single smoke bomb tightly in your hand, smiling at your family, your friends, and your husband kakashi

the long-anticipated gender reveal of your baby was about to take place, and you couldn’t be more excited!

at the count of three, you pulled the pin and tossed the harmless bomb onto the ground

instantly, the air filled with a pink plume of smoke! squeals and cheers swept throughtout the crowd, and your eyes lit up with joy as your husband returned the gaze

you were going to raise the finest kunoichi there ever was

but then gasps sounded throughout the crowd as you turned to the still-smoking bomb

it was turning... blue?

your hands flew to cover your mouth as you gasped, turning to kakashi

twins?

kakashi wasn’t one to be caught off guard too often, but this totally got him

his eyes widened in surprise before the crowd began to cheer, applaud, and holler at the exciting news

“twins!” you cried, rushing over to envelop kakashi in a tight embrace

a baby girl and a baby boy... who would’ve thought?

while you’re freaking out about having everything in order, getting double the supplies, kakashi is cool as a cucumber (as always)

he’s always telling you to relax, that he’s got it all under control, and he does

you couldn’t ask for a better husband

seriously, his masseuse skills are like magic

after a long day of tireless cooking, cleaning, working, and stressing, coming home to a massage with kakashi is such a treat

he always makes sure you’re comfortable during the day, fetching you water, helping you to the bathroom, cooking up all your weird cravings

he’d be such a wonderful father, who are we kidding

teaches them important life lessons and raises them to be independent, powerful ninja

but also lets them have loads of fun, teasing them, tickling them, playing with them

its the most exhilarating feeling in the world to come home from an exhausting day of work to find kakashi passed out on the couch with each twin tucked under each of his arms after a long day of playing together

there’s absolutely no one else you’d rather spend the joy of parenthood with!

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All our promises // Angel Reyes

Summary: Inspired by “The One That Got Away” by Katie Perry. Angsty but with a happy ending. I missed writing for this certified sadboy.

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. This isn’t edited or proofread because it’s almost 1 am and I am tired!  I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.

Angel remembers exactly what it felt like kissing her for the first time. Like a roaring storm in the middle of the summer. Like laughing so hard it makes your lungs burn. Like running barefoot on hot asphalt.

He was almost out of Highschool then. A young fool about to be thrust into a world of uncertainty. It was like the life he had been waiting for for so long was finally there, ready for him to just reach out and grab it. But something was holding him back. An invisible force. Those voices in his head that had been there since he was a kid. That told him he wasn’t good enough. He wasn’t EZ.

Sometimes giving in to your fears is easier than overcoming them. He felt so lost and afraid and scared and life felt like one big cloud hanging over him.

Then (Y/N) came into his life. Bright and warm like the sun, filtering through every crack of his stoic being and filling them with light.

And it was good. It was so good. Until life caught up with them. Growing up, Angel thinks, is the killer of all joy. It takes the good things, the innocent and lovely things, and it twists them and turns them and all that was once so easy now feels like a weight resting on your shoulders. Pulling you down. Weighing you down. Crushing you.

It’s been years since he’s last seen her. She was crying then. Defeat written all over her face. Maybe a bit of relief too. Because despite how much they loved each other, how much they wanted to hold onto the ruins of their relationship, sometimes the brave thing is letting go. And that moment, Angel decided to be brave. If only to set her free. To make it easier for her.

Now she’s standing by the bar, beer in hand and a smile on her face. All the feelings he ever felt for her, the ones he never quite let go of, come washing back over him like an angry tidal wave crashing against a stormy shore.

She’s in a pair of dark-washed jeans and a black shirt. She looks more grown-up than he remembers, more adult. And yet her eyes still hold the same sparkle and the corner of her lip still pulls up into the same mischievous smirk he grew to love so dearly.

When their eyes meet it’s like a tiny electric shock curses through his veins. Of course, she’s here, this is Gilly’s party and she’s been Gilly’s friend long before she ever was anything to Angel.

They share a hello, a small friendly hug. She smells of cigarette smoke and summer heat and yet beneath it all, he catches a whiff of the same flowery perfume she wore when they were barely adults.

It’s strange, he thinks, how hard they try to be civil and to push history aside. And it’s not like he expects some kind of grand gesture, it’s just so god damn awkward. Like everyone is waiting for a bomb to explode while Angel and (Y/N) try so hard to keep the spark from setting it ablaze.

A melancholic tune echoes from the jukebox in the corner and Angel’s eyes lift up from his beer, seeking out hers across the room. It’s not a song he particularly likes but it’s one that throws him into an ocean of memories.

She had a Mustang, sleek and gorgeous and midnight blue. The seats were beige leather with more holes than one could count. It smelled like cold smoke and cherry chapstick and dust. She loved that car and Angel loved that she loved it. That car was always filled with laughter and kisses and music.

She made him listen to Radiohead over and over again. Angel couldn’t find a single redeeming quality about their whiny songs but he did enjoy seeing her happy and so he suffered through it. And maybe it wasn’t all bad if he got to kiss her during the slow songs. Kiss her and kiss her and kiss her more.

They share a smile as Thom Yorke’s voice drifts through the room, across the crowd, and straight into their hearts.

He remembers another party much like this one, only they were both a little younger. Angel didn’t know it would be one of the last ones they’d celebrate together for a long time. It was Halloween and she made him dress up. No one ever managed to make him dress up. No one but her. He would’ve done anything for her. Hell, he still would to this day. And it wasn’t much of a costume really, just an all-black outfit, some dark shades, and a guitar. But (y/n) god she looked so sweet in her petticoat dress and with her bouncy hair.

The whole June and Johnny Cash thing was kind of a running gag. A love like no other. One for the history books. Never one without the other. Fucks sake they didn’t have a clue back then. It felt like the world revolved around them, like the moon and all the stars decided to come out and illuminate the night for the two of them only and like nothing could ever tear them apart. And what really was it that got between them? Time ? Distance ? Dreams ?

And now she’s here and she’s laughing and smiling and happy and it’s all he ever wanted for her, all he still wants, but it hurts. Maybe in another life, she could be his girl. A life where he’s deserving of her. Where he’s got something to offer. Where he doesn’t stand between her and her dreams. A life where he is enough. One where he can afford a damn ring to put on her finger. One where he makes her stay.

It’s all too much. The voices scream at him from the inside, repeating nasty words, dark thoughts. His lungs are burning, his heart feels like it might collapse and his eyes gloss over from the smoke and the sadness. It’s all too much at once. Invisible walls close around him. Squeeze him tighter and tighter. Take away all the air. And what is left? Absolutely nothing. An emotional wasteland.

The air outside ain’t granting him much in terms of cooling him down, it’s a dry heat,  a signature Santo Padre summer night. It manages to get him out of the haze a little bit though. Beer in hand he walks towards the broken cars lined up in the back of the scrapyard, ready to be taken apart in search of the pieces still worth keeping. He climbs onto the roof of an old forest green Jeep Wrangler and lets his legs dangle.

The amber glow of his cigarette illuminates the night. There’s a distant melody coming from the clubhouse, a murmur of voices, so close yet so far away. It’s silly, Angel thinks, to sit here and sulk when he could be in there having fun. There’s a ton of girls who’d kill for a glimmer of his attention but how could he ever give it to them. How can he grant another person his attention when his heart still rests in the palm of (Y/N)’s hand?

It’s terribly unfair. My god it fucking sucks.

The crunching of gravel under boots pulls him from his lamenting. She steps through the night like a shooting star, bright and shiny and all-consuming. She smiles at him the way she always did, warm and soft and understanding. There’s an infinite gentleness about her every move. And that’s not to say that she’s not tough or strong, she is. But they’ve always been each other’s safe place. A place to be vulnerable. A place to show weakness. A place for silence and softness and dreams.

“Whatcha doin all alone out here, huh Grumpy?”

Though she’s joking, there’s an edge to her words he doesn’t miss. He never misses anything about her. He knows her so well, better than he’s ever known anyone. Better than he knows his own fucking self.

“Just needed some air.” He replies and shrugs his shoulders casually.

“So you mope out here all by yourself?”

“That’s a problem?”

He hasn’t dared to look at her. He knows that once he does, his heart will just start hurting more than it already does. It will shatter into a million different pieces. Tiny and sharp and impossible to reassemble.

“No. I guess not. You mind if I mope with you?”

It’s a rhetorical question. She doesn’t even wait for a reaction, just slides up onto the hood of the car then climbs onto the roof, sitting next to him as the night settles upon them like a thick black blanket of quietness.

He really thought he could do this. This whole friendship thing. The being civil thing. The seeming unbothered by hanging out with your ex even though there’s still a hole in your heart that’s been there ever since you broke up thing. The pretending like he doesn’t still love her thing.

He can’t though. Maybe all the fights and the killing people and the waving around guns like a big boy is just a farce. Maybe he ain’t as tough and he thinks he is. Maybe this is where the real bravery lies. Telling people how you feel. Facing our inadequacy. Admitting to yourself that sometimes the people you love most deserve better than you.

It’s quiet for a moment, just them breathing alongside each other and the music coming from the clubhouse playing in the distance.

“You know … if it makes you uncomfortable that I’m here you can tell me to leave.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Okay then. Could’ve fooled me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you hardly look at me. You avoid me as much as possible. Hell, you chose to stay out here just so you don’t have to be in close proximity to me.”

“Said hi, didn’t I? Hugged you too.”

“Yeah sure but —“

“But what, (Y/N)? We broke up. What are you expecting me to do here? I’m trying okay. But it’s hard.”

It’s the first time since she’s joined him out here that he looks at her. Really looks at her. The way her skin shines with a thin layer of sweat brought on by the summer air. The way her eyes look red and tired. The way she doesn’t smile. Doesn’t hold any softness. The way she seems … sad.

“Do you not think it’s hard for me too?”

“Is it? Could’ve fooled me.”

Now it’s her time to raise her eyebrows in question. A glimmer of hurt flashes behind her eyes. Like a lightning bolt illuminating the sky for a mere moment. A blink and you’ll miss it situation. One second of chaos and then all is calm again.

“Huh?”

There’s anger bubbling inside of him. Like a cauldron in an old cartoon, bubbling, and brewing, and constantly on the verge of spilling over.

“ You left. You left and judging by your Instagram posts you’ve been pretty damn happy these last few years without me. I don’t blame you, Hermosa, I get it. Don’t mean it doesn’t kill me”

“ You’ve been stalking my Instagram? I didn’t even know you’re on there.”

“ Not under my actual name. Got a dog as my profile picture.” Angel admits and shrugs his shoulders as his gaze looks back out into the infinite darkness before him.  “ Doesn’t matter anyway. “ “ It matters. I — I can’t believe you’re blaming this all on me. I thought we were good. “

“ Yeah well you thought wrong! “ his voice cuts through the night like a blade through flesh. Unforgiving and brutal and without any care for casualties. “ I loved you and you left!”

“ To follow my dream. One that, may I remind you, you always encouraged me to chase! “  

“ You left me. Just like everyone else always does. “

“ Yeah I left but I tried to make this work. I called and texted and you never answered so I stopped trying. I came back when your mom died, and you told me to leave. Remember that? You told me to leave and then went back to fucking the naked girl in your bed. “ he can hear the tears in her voice and he hates himself for it. He hates himself on a good day. One can only imagine what he feels like right now. “ Maybe people aren’t leaving you, Angel. Maybe it’s you pushing them away. “

The gravel crunches underneath her boots as she hops down from the roof of the car and starts walking away. The night engulfs her like a tidal wave, swallowing her and pulling her back towards the sea.

“ Did you have your tattoo removed? “ Angel calls out to her, voice laced with sadness. He doesn’t really know what he expects to accomplish with those words, they just slip out of his mouth without him really thinking them over. They make her stop in her way though, like someone stopped time, put their finger on the turntable to stop the record from spinning.

“ What?”

“ Asked if you got your tattoo removed. "

"Oh, I understood. I just can't believe you'd ask me that. "

His thumb runs over the spot on his left wrist where a small sun is kinked into his skin permanently. It's one of his smallest tattoos, barely noticeable in between the rest of them but it's no doubt his most important and meaningful one.

Because it matches the tiny crescent moon that sits on the same spot on her wrist.

They got it the day she turned 18. Fueled by the excitement of entering adulthood and high on love.

He doesn't even remember who it was that mentioned the fact that she might've gotten it removed. All he knows is the stabbing pain in his chest. Like a burning dagger. Like a gunshot. Shrapnel lodging itself into his heart.

Erasing the ink from her skin feels an awful lot like erasing him from her life. Something he deserves no doubt but something he's not sure he can survive.

"I - Angel I can't believe you'd think that. Where did you get that idea from?"

Angel shrugs and he's fairly sure he resembles a cranky toddler right now.

"Someone said so."

"Oh someone did, huh? Well someone sure doesn't know shit. I can't believe you think I would do that. I love you. "

Present tense. She says love. Not loved. It's a minuscule thing. He notices it anyway. It makes all the difference.

"Come on, I need to show you something."

She doesn't wait for him to follow, she knows he will. Angel would follow this woman to the end of the earth without a question, without a second thought.

Because it's still present tense for him too. It always will be.

Angel can't hold back the smirk as he catches sight of her mustang. The shiny blue paint is chipped and scratched and there's a few bumps here and there but this car knows many of his secrets and many of hers. It has seen tears and laughter. Infinite sadness and absolute ecstasy.

She opens the trunk and pulls out a cardboard box filled with some kind of paper trash and drops it in front of his feet, rage and sadness and disappointment shining in her eyes.

"What-"

"Those are letters. One for every moment that I wished I could've shared with you while we were separated. Every time something exciting or special happened I say down and I wrote you a fucking letter. Because even though you didn't want to talk to me I still wanted to share my life with you. Even if it was just pretend. Even if I never sent them. When your mom died and I came to see you, I wanted to give them to you. Spill out my heart and beg for forgiveness and understanding and hope we could go back to before. To being us. But you were so mean and cold and - and you had a girl over and I really thought that was it. You closed that door. That doesn't mean I stopped loving you. I wanted you in my life, Angel. There's a moon on my wrist where there's a sun on yours. Forever. I'd never get rid of you, not when I spent most of my life loving you."

"Hermosa I - "

"Save it, Angel. Oh and keep those. They're yours anyway…"

Before he can react, she pulls the mustang out of the parking lot with screeching tires and disappears into the night.

Angel's eyes wander towards the box of letters and he can't help but pick some up and open them. Some of them are written neatly, on fancy paper with floral borders. Some come with Polaroid pictures. Some are hastily scribbled onto a sheet ripped messily from a notebook. All of them have her entire heart caught in carefully curated words. And they are meant for him. Like his heart is meant for her.

A storm is coming, you can feel it. The air is sharp and heavy and tastes like copper, like licking a penny, like drawing blood.

He hopes the storm has no mercy on him. Pulls him in. Never spits him out again. Swallows him whole.

It's a night much like this one only it's a long time ago. It's hot and the air is pregnant with the promise of a storm though it's not yet here.

A much younger Angel sits on the roof of her house with (Y/N) leaning against his side, sharing a bottle of liqueur they had snagged from her parents' cabinet. They're a little drunk on liqueur and a little more on love. And there's something about sitting on the roof with the person that holds your heart and looking out onto your neighborhood, your life. Something as close to magic as humans can get. The world feels both small and insanely big at the same time.

"Are you scared?" Angel asks as he takes the bottle from her hand and lets another sip of the bitter liquid flow down his throat.

"Of the future?"

"Yeah."

"Mmh. A little. But excited too. There's so much for us out there and soon we actually have the chance to see it all. Find our place."

Angel lets out a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. "Seems like Mike and Cass already found theirs. Married with a baby on the way. They're our ago. It's crazy."

"I don't know, " she replies and shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly. "I think they seem happy and that's all that matters. They seem to love each other a lot."

Angel grows silent for a second before the words slip from his lips, too fast for him to keep them there. "Do you want to get married?"

She swirls her head around at lightning speed and regards him with wide eyes "are you proposing?"

"Nah, Hermosa. Just asking for future reference. "

She's quiet. Contemplates. Then kisses his cheek and leans her head back against his shoulder. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"How should I do it? Propose I mean."

"It really doesn't matter. I love you now and I love you always. Just ask me. You'll know the moment is right when it comes along. "

"Any time? Doesn't matter? Really? What if it's like a crazy storm outside and we just had a fight and you wanna kill me and I come knocking on your door and ask? Even that's fine with you?"

"I love you anyway-even if there isn't any me or any love or even any life- I love you."

"Huh?"

"Zelda Fitzgerald wrote that to her husband in a love letter. Their relationship was bad, super toxic, and just … not great. But at some point, she loved him so much. More than anything else. More than any materialistic possession. More than herself. More than life. That's the love I want. The love I think we have. It's enough for me, Angel. So yes. Even during a storm or after a fight. I love you anyway."

The first drop of rain falls onto Angel as he stands in the driveway of where her mustang used to sit just minutes ago. He knows what to do. This is the moment, he thinks, and the thunder roars in agreement.

There's a little White House with a powder blue door and a crooked number 3 made of brass hanging above it.

The raindrops beat against the windows like tiny bullets as Angel trudges up the driveway, water soaking through his shirt, his Jeans, and turning his hair into a wet mess.

He doesn't care. Not even a little bit.

He loves her more than any materialistic possession. More than himself. More than life itself and anything else in it.

He loves her anyway. Always.

His knocks sound through the night and through the storm and he's sure his heart is beating just as loudly. And when she opens the door, he's certain it stops beating for a second.

"Angel?"

"Remember when we were in high school and talked about the future? On your roof. With the liqueur."

"I do, yes. Hey come inside you're getting soaked."

He doesn't care. It doesn't matter. It never did. Only her. And him. Only them.

"You said I know when the moment is right. That you don't care if it storms or we had a fight. "

"Angel."

"Marry me. Please. I - I know the ring isn't much but it was Mom's and she loved it and I think if anyone she'd want you to have it. She loved you and I love you."

"Angel."

"You told me that quote about loving someone anyway. Even if there's nothing else left. I love you anyway even if everything else in my life seems to go wrong. I love you and I'm sorry. I love you and I never stopped. Marry me. "

She looks at him with those gentle eyes that he could get lost in forever and never even ask for his way back for this is where home is.

"You remember Zelda's letter?"

"I remember that that's the kind of love you want and I want to give it to you. I want to give you everything. I know it's not much but -"

Her lips are on his, silencing his doubts instantly. This is where he belongs. With her. Only her.

"You know what else she said?," (Y/N) asks as she pulls away. "Don’t ever think of the things you can’t give me. You’ve trusted me with the dearest heart of all and it’s so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had."

"Is that a yes? Even in the storm?"

(Y/N) kisses him again. Once. Twice. Three times. And the rain-soaked them both. But it doesn't matter. Only their kiss. A kiss that is so much more than just a kiss. It's an I'm sorry. It's a promise. It's a lifetime of memories and another lifetime of memories yet to be made.

"That's a yes. In the storm, on a cloudy day, under a clear blue sky. Always."

He slips the ring onto her finger and with nothing but the lightning as their witness and the thunder as their choir they take a step into a future they thought they knew. One they lost sight of for a while.

A future that holds many uncertainties.

Except for one.

There will be love.

Always.

And yes there might be dark days ahead but like every storm, those too shall pass.

And when they do, the love will still be there.  It prevails. It's permanent.

It's forever.