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Love and pinball

Pairings: Eddie x Chrissy x Fem! Plus size reader

A/N: Look at me buuuuudddies! Another part. I've been writing so much when I can. You guys can expect some spiciness coming up on existing fics. Ones that I haven't touched in a while. But boy oh boy am I excited. Okay...okay I'll shut up now. As always thanks for reading and feedback is greatly appreciated. Feel free to comment and share your thoughts. No pressure though. Kay love ya byeeee.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators.

Word count: 5,000+

Warnings: 18+ No minors, thank you. Angst, slow burn, language, sexual situations/implications, oral(m receiving), hurt/comfort and not proof read.

Summary: Eddie's trying to build a friendship. But quickly wants more.

Part 2: No doubt about it.

The next morning he woke up in a good mood. He turned around and Chrissy wasn't there.

" Hey Chris? Where are you?" He called down the hall.

" In the kitchen."

He smiled and jogged over. He went to her and tried to kiss her.

" N-no Ed." She pushed him away. "You'll mess up my lipstick."

"Oh common Chris. I miss you. And you look so pretty today."

She gave him a thin lip smile and kissed his cheek. " I gotta go."

He looked at his watch. " This early? Where are-"

" I have a breakfast date. Then I'm going to work."

Eddie watched her grab her purse and head towards the door.

" Don't wait up." She said right before she closed the door.

He sighed. Where was the girl who loved to be in his arms? The one who couldn't get enough of his lips?

Deep down he knew that the relationship was over. But he refused to accept that. He still loved her. And he wanted to make things work. He just didn't know how.

Later that day he wanted to see you. Fortunately for him, he didn't have the right part for your car so he had to drop you off last night. Your house was small. But nice. And seeing in at night made it look kinda haunted. Well to him that is. But when he pulled up that afternoon, he saw that it was actually painted a charcoal gray. With a black door. It looked nothing like how your colorful self was. But surprisingly it was more like him. He liked it. Actually loved it. The front yard was big and had a tire swing. The wrap around porch was incredibly nice. He could picture you sitting out there, drinking lemonade and reading or listening to music. The thought made him smile. And secretly wished he could sit next to you. Holding your hand.

He quickly shook off the thought and jumped out of his van. He walked towards your garage that was wide open. That's when you came up from the basement. Holding a laundry basket on your hip. You looked amazing. Sure you were in black tights and a gray shirt with the sleeves cut off. With your hair in a crazy messy bun. Nothing fancy. Just comfy. You looked great though.

" Hey bud. Uhhh whatcha doing here?"

" H-hey sweetheart. Umm I uhh." He scratched the back of his head and nervously laughed. "Wanted to see if you wanna grab lunch… with me?"

You pressed your lips together and gave him a 'no' look, that made him feel so stupid and a bit bummed.

" That sounds great. I would love to."

He raised his brows and was surprised.

" But…"

Of course there's a but.

" It's cool. Sorry I-I shouldn't have come." He turned around to leave.

" Eddie?" You softly said.

He stopped. His name never sounded so good coming out of someone's mouth before.

"I was going to say I would like to. I'm kinda babysitting right now…my niece is here. She's actually napping right now. But she will be up soon."

He turned around. " Oh. I'm sorry. I hope I wasn't being too loud."

You laughed. " Please. That girl can sleep through a marching band in her room."

He grinned. " So can I."

" Awe. then you two would get along just fine."

You guys stood there quiet again. But it was nice. Like the silence didn't need to be filled with nonsense.

" So umm if you're okay with Mac and cheese and dino nuggets. We could still have lunch." You offered.

He licked his lips. Trying so hard to not show you how excited he was to say yes.

" That sounds amazing actually. Do you have juice boxes?"

You nodded. " Those are for my niece though…However, I do have my own personal stash of Capri sun's that I may or may not be willing to share."

He laughed and looked at the ground.

" Common bud."

He glanced at you and you nodded towards the door.

Doing a slight bow, he held out his arm. "After you."

He followed you up the 4 steps and was immediately hit with the smell of cookies. His mouth instantly watered.

" Jesus. It smells so good in here."

You put the laundry basket in the next room and came back.

" Thanks. Just making some cookies for later."

Eddie looked around the kitchen and smiled at all the cow decor. It was very cute.

" Uhh yeah." You said when you noticed him looking. " I have a thing for cows."

He clicked his tongue. " I see."

You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes at him. " Are you judging me?"

He smirked at you and held up his hands. " No. Not at all. Cows are cool."

" Uh-huh."

He chuckled to himself and watched you pull out stuff for lunch.

" Do-do you need help?"

You looked over your shoulder. " No thanks bud. I-"

A little voice cut you off.

" Tee, I'm hungry."

Eddie looked over and saw a little girl with messy brown hair rubbing her eyes.

" Hi sleepyhead. Good afternoon baby."

Eddie watched your face light up when you went to her. You picked her up and put her on your hip.

" I'm getting lunch ready right now baby. I'll be done in a few minutes."

She nodded and pointed at him.

" You want to say hi?" You asked.

Eddie smiled and waved at her while you put her down. Holding her hand.

" This is my friend Eddie. Eddie, this is my niece Natalie."

He looked at you before he squatted and held out his hand for her.

" It's nice to meet you princess."

His heart melted right away when she grabbed his hand with both of her tiny ones and flipped it around. Her eyes got so big when she saw his rings. She then met his gaze and reached for his hair.

" Your hair is pretty."

" Aww thank you princess. I like your hair too."

Natalie giggled and gave him a hug. He looked up at you to silently ask if it was ok that he hugged her back.

" It's okay. She doesn't bite. Just really friendly."

He gave her a hug. " Is that right? Just like your aunt huh?"

Natalie pulled away and ran to another room. She came back with a handful of toys.

" Want to play dolls?" She asked.

" Oh baby. Eddie doesn't-"

" I would love to." He gave you a big ass smile before grabbing her hand and leading her to the living room.

As he played with Natalie. He kept stealing glances at you. When you would catch him you would make him blush from the look of joy on your face.

After lunch all of you watched a movie.

" Is Bud gonna take us to the park now?"

Eddie turned his head towards you.

" Oh no baby. I told you we can't go today because I don't have my car."

"What park?" He asked.

" Umm, just one on the other side of Hawkins. Near Forest Hills. They have-"

" Water fountains."

" Yeah." You furrowed your brow. " How-"

" I used to live out there…if you want, I can take you guys."

Natalie jumped up. " Yes! Please, please! Tee please!"

" I-." You grabbed her and placed her on your lap. " Bud, you don't have to. I can take her another time."

Without thinking he grabbed your hand. " Let me take you guys for ice cream and then we can work off the sugar there."

You looked down at his hand and then at Natalie. She was giving you a pout.

" Okay. Let's go."

…

Eddie had never felt this way before. Sitting there watching you and Natalie sharing an ice cream. Laughing and making random noises. It was something he wanted all the time. You were sweet with her. So loving and happy. It was a side of you he was falling for. Though he knew he shouldn't. He did. And he didn't want to fight it.

When he took you guys to the park he raced Natalie to the water. But before they took off Natalie started to count."One…twooooo…..five."

He looked at you and grinned.

That's where you got it from.

The laughter you made from him figuring it out made his heart skip.

Once you put down the stuff, you came and picked up Natalie. Spinning her around and wetting her a bit.

She squealed and you put her down. She then quickly ran and hid behind him.

" Help me bud." She pleaded.

He put his hand on her head. " Don't worry princess. I'll protect you."

When you came towards them he grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards the water. Your's and Natalie's giggles sounded angelic to him. The sun was envious of how brightly you smiled.

" Oh my God!" You yelped as he held you over a fountain.

Getting you and him completely soaked. Both uncontrollably laughing. After a minute there was this moment where you looked at him and he looked at you. Without a word being said he knew you wanted what he wanted. More days like this. With each other.

As you guys went back to the house, you offered to dry his clothes for him while you gave Natalie a bath. He of course agreed. Not wanting one of the best days of his life to be over just yet.

When Natalie was squeaky clean, you took a quick shower too. After, you asked if he would like to join you guys for dinner. Which he did. Before he knew it, it was almost 9. Natalie was in bed and he was sitting with you on the couch.

" You're really good with her."

You took a sip of water and nodded. " Yeah. I guess you can say I love her."

He grinned. " I hope so."

You let out a small nose laugh.

" So uhh. Tee?"

You grinned putting your cup on the coffee table. " Yeah. She had trouble saying auntie. So she's called me Tee since she could talk."

" That's cute. But do you ever get a day off?" He asked.

" What do you mean?"

He looked at his lap. " I just mean. You have 3 jobs and you babysit. Don't you ever just get a day to relax?"

You put your legs on the couch and covered them with a blanket. Turning your body towards him. " This is how I spend my days off. This or spend a few hours at the lake with friends. But whenever I can, I try to spend time with Natalie…she umm…she lost her mom when she was one. I try to be that womanly figure in her life. And well she's really fun to be around. So I would take a day with her than have a day all alone. "

" That's sweet."

" I try."

Eddie and you grinned at each other. A few seconds passed by when you grabbed his hand.

" Thanks Eddie. You made Natalie's day. I haven't seen her that happy in a really long time."

His grin turned into a soft smile. " It was a pleasure. Honestly, I haven't had that much fun in a while too."

You gasped and pulled your hand away. " What about the lake? I thought we had a great time."

He shook his head. " No. That was a good day too. Just today was better."

You beamed at him. " I guess you can say I'm pretty awesome."

" I could. But I won't." He joked

You gasped again. " Alright. Break a lady's heart."

It happened again. That moment. But this time it felt like you wanted him to kiss you. Should he? Would you be okay with it?

Chrissy...

He cleared his throat and got up. " I uhh better head out. I want to make sure your part comes in tomorrow."

The look on your face broke his heart. It was fast but he saw what looked a lot like disappointment. But within a blink of an eye. You were smiling again.

While walking him to the door, he thanked you for lunch and dinner.

Before he left you called out his name.

" Yeah sweetheart?"

" Umm do you want to hang out sometime?"

His heart jumped. " Yeah. Definitely."

" How about next Saturday?"

He wanted to say yes. More than anything in the world. But he had plans. With Chrissy.

" Umm could you maybe do Sunday?" He asked. Praying you would say yes.

You hummed and crossed your arms. " Yeah. I think I can do that. We could go to this thing I heard about. It's called Age of Horror. The theater shows all the horror/slasher films all day."

Eddie could have ran and hugged you. He always wanted to go to that. But he didn't want to go alone. And Chrissy hated scary movies.

" Absolutely! I love horror movies."

" Cool. I'll see you then bud."

"Looking forward to it...Goodnight y/n."

"Night."

…

When he got home he threw himself on the bed and smiled at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and saw you. He replayed the whole day over again. Wishing he could do it again tomorrow.

Why did he feel like this so fast? Why were you just so…perfect and beautiful? How was it he didn't meet you sooner?

Why couldn't I've met you before-

He opened his eyes and shook the thought away. No way should he want to have met you before Chrissy. But he wanted to. He really wanted to.

Having enough of his selfishness he hopped in the shower.

" Ed?"

" Chris?"

He took a couple of steps back as Chrissy climbed in the shower with him.

" Hi Ed…I'm so sorry about yesterday."

He gave her a thin lip.

" I canceled my date to make it up to you."

Gee thanks.

"It's fine Chris. I'm kinda tired."

He watched her get down on her knees and grab him. Putting his flaccid cock in her mouth. He wanted to push her away. He wanted to get out. But he just closed his eyes and thought of you. It was wrong. And he felt real shitty for doing it. But he did it anyway. His thoughts weren't sexual at first. It was just you laughing and looking at him.

" Mmm that's it Ed." Chrissy said cupping his balls.

He ignored her and kept thinking about you. Only this time he thought of the first time he saw you. The way you had your tongue out. The way your tits bounced. Then at the lake. Stand there in your tight red bathing suit. Sweat dripping down your skin. Then when he was holding you under the fountain. How your soft body molded to his. The smell of strawberry shampoo filled his nostrils.

Before he knew it, his body filled with goosebumps and his toes curled.

He opened his eyes and saw Chrissy spit out his cum and smiled up at him.

" That was fast Ed."

He swallowed and tried to smile. Catching his breath. " S-sorry."

When he got out he laid in bed with her. She was fast asleep. With his eyes fixed on the ceiling tears fell.

I'm so sorry Chris.

…

After Eddie left, you went to check on Natalie. Once you knew she was okay you went to bed. Looking up at the ceiling you were lost in thought. The day at the lake was nice. And you liked all your new friends. Especially Eddie. You were lying when you said he wasn't your type. He was most definitely the type of guy you would fall head over heels for. Only saying he wasn't to save yourself from the hurt of rejection. Then the whole car thing happened and now today. Today was amazing in every sense of the word. It's been so long since you felt comfortable with someone. Ever since your college relationship ended 2 years ago, you haven't felt like you needed anyone. You had enjoyed being alone. Being free to do whatever you want. You had dropped out of college when the break up happened and decided to travel until you missed your family. This labeling you as the troublesome one. So a few months ago you wanted to finally settle down in a little town. Be closer to your loved ones. It took a bit to find a good paying job and with help from your brother. You bought your first house. And boy did you love your little house and the silence that came with it. You wanted this to be your forever home. So you worked other jobs to pay your mortgage off faster. A relationship wasn't something you had time for and was the furthest from your mind.

But today hit you differently. All day you kept repeating to yourself that Eddie in fact had a girlfriend. To stop looking at him like you wanted him. Because…you did. He was beautiful and funny. And he made the best faces. Most importantly he was really good with Natalie. You actually loved seeing him with her. It honestly made your heart melt when he called her princess. Still, he was unavailable. So you cursed yourself for basically asking him out on a date. Not that you would ever actually consider it a date. But he also didn't say no. Even though he maybe should have.

You sighed heavily while turning to your side.

I want to get to know you on a deeper level…Maybe we could-

" Tee?"

You rolled over and saw Natalie in your doorway.

" Yeah baby?"

" Can I sleep with you?"

You softly smiled and sat up. Pulling the blanket back. She ran over and you picked her up. Once she was comfy you laid down.

" I like bud, Tee."

You laughed a little and moved her hair behind her ear.

" Me too baby."

…

The week dragged on for an eternity . Eddie looked forward to Sunday. He only saw you once during the week. When you picked up your car. You didn't stay long. But the few minutes he got with you got him through the week.

On Saturday, Chrissy tried and failed making dinner. Like always. But hey at least she still tried. The date night was quiet. The night consisted of pizza and a movie. He sat there watching one of her favorites while she cuddled up next to him.

He should be here. He should be enjoying the time he has with her. And for the most part, it was a good night. However he kept thinking about tomorrow. Should he pay for the "date"? Could he put his arm around you? Does he offer a shoulder for you to hide in when you were scared?

All the unanswered questions came to a halt when Chrissy started kissing his neck. Everything got pretty heated. Before he knew it, he was taking her from behind. He tried not to think about you. He was trying to focus on her. What he did last Sunday wasn't right. He shouldn't have been thinking about you when he was with her.

About 30 or so minutes later he finally came. He laid there while Chrissy went to shower. A few minutes later he heard her moaning. When he went to check he saw her pleasuring herself with the shower head.

He went back to the room and sulked. Now he couldn't even make his girlfriend cum. His mind went to the other guys. We're they bigger than him? Did they make her cum? Was he bad tonight? How often did she do that? Was it after every time they had sex?

Then his questions went to you. Could he get you there? Would you accept his size? Would he even be able to fit because of how big you were?

The second after he thought that, he felt like a shallow piece of shit. He didn't think you were fat or anything like that. Sure you were definitely bigger than him. But you were beautiful. Inside and out. He knew that because even though he only hung out with you twice, those two times was all it took to see the real you.

The goofy and sweet, competitive and strong willed, outgoing and loving you. And though tomorrow wasn't a date. He was going to treat it like it was.

Chrissy finally came to bed and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. When she turned around he cleared his throat.

" I uhh have a date…tomorrow."

Chrissy smiled. " That's good. Have fun. Good night Ed."

He wanted her to be upset. To hear her say something other than have fun. But when he heard her steady breathing he knew that she didn't care.

…

When he agreed to meet you at the theater, he wanted to pick you up. But, you said you had to do stuff before. So when he got there he was expecting to see you alone. He was wrong. Somehow instead of a night with you two, Steve, Gareth, Robin, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Mike were there. His heart sank. You didn't mention this to him.

You locked eyes with him and smiled. So happy that he came. He looked a little upset at first. But that faded when he saw you. Sure tonight was supposed to be just you two. And you really wanted that. However, you didn't know if it was the best idea. As much as you wanted more time alone with him. The thought of his girlfriend changed your mind. So you invited everyone. Hoping that he wouldn't be upset that you didn't tell him.

Tickets were bought, and snacks were in an abundance. Now it was time to find a row to sit in. Dustin picked the perfect seats right in the middle of the theater. When everyone was about to sit, Eddie was hoping to sit next to you. But his luck just ran out. To your right was Robin and Steve. To your left was Gareth. When you looked at him, he could see that you were apologizing with your eyes. So he forgave you for whatever you thought you should be sorry for and grinned at you. Taking the seat next to his best friend.

Everyone was getting settled in, passing around popcorn and chit chatting. The lights flickered and the audience cheered. Once the lights were off the opening scene to Suspiria played. That's when the exit door opened up and a couple came in.

When he saw her, he sank into the seat.

What the hell?! What the fuck Chris?! You said you hated scary movies.

Then he saw her date and was pissed.

Jason fucking Carver! You've got to be shitting me!

If it were anyone else, anyone who didn't give him hell in highschool. He would have been okay with it. Well, as okay as he could be. But it was fucking Carver. Chrissy knew how badly he was bullied. And she was out with the prick. Like this situation wasn't bad enough. Now she was fucking him too.

Eddie took a couple of deep breaths to calm down. His eyes followed them to their seats. He was disgusted. Then out of nowhere he felt a hand on his thigh.

You were sad that you couldn't be close to him. God you wanted your thigh to touch his. You wanted to be overwhelmed by the scent of his body wash and faint cigarette smoke. You wanted those glances. Silently telling each other they rather look at one another, instead of the movie. But Gareth hopped in the seat before Eddie even got the chance. And Robin didn't want anyone else to sit next to you. So she slipped into the chair on the other side.

Slightly annoyed with both of them you accepted that it was probably for the best. Sitting there, doing those things would only aid the feelings that were growing.

When the movie started you looked over at the cute blonde couple that came in. In the darkness you could still see Eddie's face. The look he had scared you. Then you saw his fist clenched and jaw flexed looking at the couple.

" Hey Gare." You whispered.

Gareth looked at you and smiled. " Yeah?"

" Switch with me, yeah?"

His smile turned down. " You want to sit next to Eddie?"

You nodded and leaned in to kiss his cheek. " Yes please. There's something wrong."

He turned to Eddie and followed his glare. " S-shit! Umm." Gareth looked back at you and got up.

When you sat down Eddie's eyes were still fixed on the couple. So you reached over and put a hand on his thigh. When he looked at you, his eyes softened. His jaw slacked and his fist loosened.

" You okay bud?" You asked just above a whisper.

You saw his Adam's apple bob.

" Y-yeah. I-I'm good."

But you didn't believe that. " Who are they?"

Eddie looked away from you. He was embarrassed. He would be so humiliated if you met her this way. He didn't even want you to meet her. He could lie and say the shit about Carver. But he didn't want to lie to you. He wanted to be utterly and completely transparent.

" Uhh." He sighed. " That's uhhh Chrissy."

"Chrissy...Your Chrissy?"

He nodded.

You were quiet until he saw you turn your gaze onto Chrissy. You sucked on your teeth when you saw what he saw. Chrissy was kissing Jason. You didn't say a word. You just got up and started down the row. Gareth must have known what you were planning because he was just a few steps behind you. Right when he passed Eddie, he gave him a look.

" She's gonna fight."

Eddie's eyes nearly popped out. He quickly got up and went after you. Pulling Gareth back.

" HEY! CHRISSY!" You shouted.

She looked right at you. " Uhh yeah?"

Eddie saw you smile. But it was anything but happy. Then you laughed sarcastically.

Chrissy stood up." Do I-"

You then raised your fist and mid swing Eddie grabbed your arm.

" ED! WHAT THE-" Chrissy screamed.

" LET ME GO EDDIE! YOU CAN'T HIT HER. BUT I SURE AS HELL CAN!" You yelled trying to get out of his arms.

Next thing he knew Jason got up and pushed him. Gareth jumped in and threw a punch.

While holding the very tenacious you back, all his friends came to help. People were throwing popcorn and ushers came.

Finally everyone who was involved got thrown out.

Eddie had to pick you up and carry you outside. While you cursed at Chrissy the whole time. When he put you down he cupped your face and made you look at him. All the while thinking how incredibly sexy you were for doing that.

" Y/n please. Calm down."

" No Eddie! How are you not pissed?! She is such a dick for cheating on you."

You tried to push his hands away but he then decided to give you a full on bear hug. It only took a couple of seconds before you hugged him back.

" I-I'm so sorry bud."

" Don't be. I-"

" Oh my God! You totally were gonna kill her!"

Eddie didn't want to let you go. But Mike interrupted the moment. When you guys pulled apart everyone was staring at you two.

The young ones that didn't know the situation praised you for what you did. The others that knew looked at Eddie. Clearly understand that he hasn't mentioned a word of this to you.

"Ed?"

Eddie turned his focus on Chrissy who was standing behind Gareth.

" You have a lot of nerve you-" you started to say but Robin jumped in front of you and grabbed your arm. With Steve grabbing your other arm. Pulling you away.

Eddie quickly looked at you. " It's ok sweetheart."

You shut your mouth and nodded.

He then went to walk with Chrissy.

" What the hell was that?!" She said, smacking his arm.

He sighed. " I'm sorry. She doesn't know about our arrangement. But... what the hell are you doing with Jason? And here?"

Chrissy looked like she was gonna cry. " Look Ed, he's changed. And I was going to tell you. But I barely see you."

He scoffed. "And who's fault is that? I'm home every night."

She looked away and wiped a tear away. " Ed, okay I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But he's different now. And I want to get to know him."

He should've been mad. He should have argued more. But he glanced at you and he knew he didn't really care to. He just wanted to be with you.

" Chris. It's fine. Have a good date."

She smiled weakly and nodded. He was just about to join his friends again when Chrissy grabbed his hand.

" Though she tried to kick my ass, I like her…you like her too. So you need to be honest with her…I'm not gonna be home tonight. So maybe bring her back?"

That's breaking a rule.

He didn't say anything and watched her walk away. When he came back you looked apologetic.

" Alright, so now that the movie's out of the question-"

" I think we're banned now." Steve interrupted Robin.

She rolled her eyes. " Yeah whatever. So what're we gonna do?"

" We could go to The Palace?" Max suggested.

" Or the Hideout?" Gareth offered.

Steve scoffed." The kiddos can't go there yet."

" I kinda just want to go home." Eddie said.

" Me too." You said

He looked at you and you still looked sad.

" I umm rode with Gareth…could you take me home instead?" You asked him.

You rode with Gareth?

" Y-yeah. Of course."

Once the goodbyes were said, Eddie held open the door to his van for you and offered his hand to help you up.

" Such a fine gentleman."

" Ehh I try."

Both of you smiled a little.

The drive was silent. Well, except for the sound of him tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. When he pulled up to the house you sat there for a minute. He kept telling himself to say something. To stop being so weird. But nothing was coming to mind. Then you shifted and turned your body towards him.

" Eddie, I am so sorry you had to see me like that. And I'm really really sorry about Chrissy. You don't deserve to be cheated on…no one does." You reached out and put a hand on his knee. " Everything's going to be okay. You're a great guy. I'm sure you'll find someone who treats you and thinks you're with the shits."

He grinned.

" Y/n, I have to tell you something."

When he was done, you sat straight forward. Eyes fixed towards the dash.

" Uhhh wow. Okay I'm a dick."

He laughed a little. " What? No you're not."

" No seriously. I'm an asshole. I should have minded my own damn business."

" Sweetheart, it was very cool that you stuck up for me. People don't normally do that. And it was badass."

You tilted your head and widened your eyes a little." Well I don't feel like a badass."

He put his hand on your head rest. " You are."

The second you looked at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, he wanted you then and there. Unfortunately, he didn't know if you would be okay with having a relationship with him.

Now that it's out. Might as well.

"S-so does it bother you that I am..I guess you could say polyamorous?"

" What? No." You shook your head and averted your gaze. " Not at all. To each their own."

He withdrew his hand when you seemed to not pick up what he was putting down. Still, he needed to know. Needed to ask questions.

" Have you ever been in a relationship like this before?"

He tilted his head. He was just about to ask you that. " Uhh no. Chris is the only girl I've been with."

You gave him a little smile. " Aww that's cute."

You're cute.

You looked back at him. " Bud?"

" Yeah sweetheart?"

"As much as I love sitting in your van. Cuz I do…like more than life."

He chuckled.

" But I need a drink. And my belt is digging into me like it's trying to become a part of me."

He laughed again. Then you hoped out. Just before you closed the door you gave him an amazing smile.

" Coming curls?"

…

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burnin0akleaves · 7 months

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Hey! Sorry for popping in as anon, I'm genuinely not sure if some of the things I'm going to say are going to be nice, and I am a coward. But this is regarding you quitting to post in the RA fandom. If you consider my opinion on this as unwanted/unnecessary, do not feel obliged to reply. (Though I honestly think you never feel like that anyway)

I first saw your art when I joined the RA tag a while ago, and I thought to myself: 'Huh. Nice art, not my cup of tea though.' Since then, you have changed my mind. Your obsession with TRR Will and repeated posting about it not only has changed my thoughts on your art (I've really grown to like it) but also on the character of Will himself. I was on Reddit during that massive TRR Will hate phase and some of these posts had really tainted my view. You changed that and I am so grateful for that. Not seeing your art anymore will be sad, but I suppose my own lack of interaction is to blame for that. I made my bed so now I sleep in it. Your reaction to stop posting is justified and understandable, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to miss seeing your TRR Will on my dash.

Who knows what the RA movie (if it ever does come out) will do to this fandom, but I hope that new faces might get things swinging enough again for you to rejoin the fandom. Lastly, I have to say that for me, you've been a legend in this fandom, and will continue to be one, even if you focus on other things from now on.

Well hello there, this was unexpected. First of all thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to write to me! The reception to that post has been overwhelmingly positive even though it hasn't been up for that long and it makes me feel very glad I finally pushed myself to write that official goodbye message.

I don't know who you are and I don't really have any guesses, your message implies you didn't interact with my posts a lot so maybe I saw you around only a few times (?), but you have no idea how much this means to me. Throughout most of my time in the fandom my main goal was always to change people's minds about TRR and more specifically, TRR Will. I've heard that I succeeded many times and honestly, that was one of the biggest reasons I could keep myself so pumped up about a book series I read all the way back when I was in middle school (<- an adult saying this)

Seeing people go from "Cool post, not my thing though." to "Well I can kind of see what you mean when you say it like that." to "I agree, this does sound pretty good!" was both my biggest source of pride and motivator here. Hearing you say I changed your mind just now has the same effect on me, it almost makes me want to rush to my computer to draw or write about Will.

Also, extremely bold of you to say you didn't like my art at first motherfucker /j

Speaking seriously though, my art style practically grew here. When I first joined the fandom I was NOT good; hell, I can't look past anything before July of last year still. Maybe it was just me improving artistically that helped you warm up to my stuff more. I really really hope the new artists have that kind of experience too! You get obsessed with a little guy and then your brain decides to level up as fast as possible. TRR Will is that little guy for me.

Your last words are so, so kind. The way you speak about me here in general is extremely kind. I'm glad I was able to leave a good impression. And you're right, maybe all I need is a break and when I come back this space will feel more fitting again.

Like I said, I still have lots of connections to this fandom via others. I'm still technically helping out with the Gathering stuff, so maybe I'll work on doing a prompt or two still! I'm also a mod in the NSFW server and I love that place, I'm not leaving it anytime soon. If more TRR books come out you can bet I won't be able to shut up about them anyway, if I don't make at least one post then assume I'm dead.

What I'm trying to say is, I'll be around! Our paths will cross again.

PS: The entirety of the RA subreddit can suck my dick. I'm gatekeeping older, experienced Will from all of them. None of them deserve him.

#sorry for how long this got #wanted it to feel like a chat with everyone since i dont know how many people will stick around or for how long #talking to my audience one last time /j #🍂 textpost

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I just wanted to say I really adore your stories and art style. I get so excited to see your post!! 💗💗💗 I hope you have the most amazing day ever, you deserve it bestie!! ✨

Hi!! Thank you so much for sending such sweet messages 😭✨ I hope you're having the most amazing day as well 🥹

I've missed you all too, as well as being around in general, posting, and chatting with everyone!

I'm sorry I sort of vanished; some things came up that put me more or less into "survival mode" for all of last month and I'm still sort of slugging my way through it. I didn't want to make a big announcement of taking a break from Tumblr/socials as I shifted the focus of all my remaining energy into the things I've needed to get done, so I've kind of just been letting my queue post quietly on my behalf lol.

Also BIG BIG BIG shoutout to my commission clients who have been so amazing, understanding, and patient as hell while I finish up their pieces 💗 I adore all the requests to bits and I'm so excited to get them all to you guys shortly! 🥰

And thank you to everyone who's been inquiring about Reprieve!! I'm always so happy to know that people are even a little interested or as excited as I am about the next update/parts 💕 I know I haven't been the best at keeping you guys up-to-date with the progress on this and I'm truly sorry about that! 😞 I think I'll have to stop giving upload date estimates because I'm obviously awful at keeping up with them haha.

It's still alive! Just...napping(?) 😅 It's not on a hiatus or anything, but it's more a case that I can only get to it when I'm able to (which has not been as often as I would like especially in the last month).

Before I can get back into the swing of updating Reprieve, I'm going to likely be still a little radio-silent here as I work on wrapping up this batch of commissions first and then maybe taking another week or two just to myself. Afterwards, I'm hoping to be able to fall back into working away at Part 3 and onwards once again soon! 💗

#ask #meeting-the-master #anon #hl reprieve

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nocturnalghoul · 9 months

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Fox's Wedding

This is one of three fics that I plan to post today on my birthday as a sort of reverse present. I just want these two to be besties, and like am I wrong tho?! I'll link the other two fics here and here once I get all three posted

sorry in advance for the several perspective switches, idk man

Summary: The two get lost in laughing and cracking jokes that before they know it both plates are empty and the sun is rising up over the horizon. “Ugh I needed this bro, we have both been so caught up with everyone else lately that I feel like we haven’t hung out just the two of us in ages. I miss my buddy” Sunny laments, getting up to clear their dishes before Mountain or Dew come out and complain about the mess they made in the kitchen. “Well there is always time to change that Sunbeam, sounds like it's time for us to declare it a goof off day. Wanna come down to the lake with me?” Just some sweet Sunny and Rain being friends and goofing off content.

Words: ~1.4k

Warnings: none, this is just fluffy good times :D

Read on AO3 here, or below the cut

After tossing and turning for several hours, Sunny finally decides to give up on sleep. She still has so much on her mind that there is no hope of it all quieting down enough for her to sleep anytime soon.

Snagging her phone from off the nightstand and frowning at the mocking way it displays 4am, she starts to wander through the halls thinking of something to do since she's up. The common room is currently a cluttered mess as everyone prepares for tour so she decides to start there and figure out how she can help out. She is lost deep in her thoughts, moving on autopilot, as she swings around the corner and smacks into somebody knocking her off balance and sending her tumbling down to the floor.

From the ground she can see Rain grimacing as he holds out a hand to help her back up with a mumbled apology and can’t help but giggle.

“Well hey Rain, were you just coming back from a swim?” she whispers, dragging the water ghoul towards the kitchen with her.

“Couldn’t sleep and I thought it might relax me enough to remedy that” he whispers back, face lighting up as he clearly thinks of something. “Obviously neither of us are getting sleep any time soon. So Sunbeam, how do ya feel about scrounging up some breakfast?”

There is something more to the request that Sunny can’t quite place, but the chance to hang out alone together is a rare one and there's no way she can pass it up. “Sure, lead the way Cap’n” she teases, shoving the water ghoul towards the kitchen.

Neither of the ghouls are as culinarily challenged as Mountain and Cirrus like to make them seem, and soon enough they get a fair spread set up with left overs for the next few hungry ghouls to blow through to snack on. Both of the ghouls have been so stressed out recently, Rain with the upcoming tour and Sunny with making sure everything is ready to run smoothly while the others are gone, that being able to focus their minds on such a clear-cut task feels soothing.

As they sit down to eat, Sunny zones out for a minute thinking about all the things she still needs to do, but is snapped back to reality as a grape bounces off her forehead and tumbles onto her plate. “Okay yeah I get it, sorry” she giggles, popping the offending fruit into her mouth.

The two get so lost in laughing and cracking jokes that before they know it both plates are empty and the sun is rising up over the horizon. “Ugh I needed this bro, we have both been so caught up with everyone else lately that I feel like we haven’t hung out just the two of us in ages. I miss my buddy” Sunny laments, getting up to clear their dishes before Mountain or Dew come out and complain about the mess they made in the kitchen.

“Well there is always time to change that Sunbeam, sounds like it's time for us to declare it a goof off day. Wanna come down to the lake with me?” Rain proposes, moving to help finish the clean up process. The excited giggle from Sunny as she runs off to go change is all the confirmation he gets but it's more than enough. Already he can feel some of the anxieties of the recent few weeks beginning to fade. Today is going to be exactly what they needed.

Once the clean up is done, Rain sets up a pot of coffee to wait for Dew and Mountain to wander out any minute now, and heads down to the lake to wait for Sunshine on the dock across the lake. Eventually the multi ghoulette appears, sitting down next to him and silently passing him a bottle of water while staring at the rising sun. “This is truly my favorite part of the day” she sighs happily, feet swinging where they hang over the side of the dock.

Rain lets her take her moment of appreciation before looking down at where their hands are joined and giving a sharp yank as he topples forward dragging them both into the water. “Darn slippery wood” he teases, laughing at the way the ghoulettes curls stick her face when she emerges and begins to tread water.

“Uh-huh, slippery wood indeed.” she teases back, rolling her eyes and moving to splash Rain in retaliation. “You picked this so I’m picking next.”

She grabs his hand again and the two shift to floating on their backs, soaking in the warmth of the early morning rays and admiring the contrast to the cool water. The beauty of the sunrise might always be Sunny's favorite part of the day, but this is Rains.

The next few hours speed by quickly enough in a grand storm of laughter and tomfoolery until it is clear that Sunny is starting to get tired of the lake and Rain collects up their sparse belongings awaiting word of the next location. It takes him all the way until the pair hit the trail leading out past the greenhouses to realize they are headed to the large orchard on the property, but really he should have guessed. When in doubt, the grand sprawl of trees is always a great guess of where to find the ghoulette.

Right as they are about to pass the last greenhouse, they see Cirrus and Mountain running out of the door to meet them on the path. Immediately Cirrus launches into explaining she was hoping for Sunnys help, but Mountain sets down the small shrub he was holding and just sighs.

“Hmmm that does sound important Cir’, unfortunately we already assigned ourselves the task of ‘have fun’ today so you’ll have to remind me all about that tomorrow” Sunny deadpans before grabbing Rain’s arm and dashing off the path in a direct line for the trees before either of the two serious looking ghouls can protest.

“I knew they were lost the second I heard them giggling. I needed Rain for something but I know that look on his face and we’ll just have to table all this for tomorrow and see those two at dinner.” Mountain concedes, picking up the shrub with one arm and heading back to open the door of the greenhouse for Cirrus.

There is something about Rain and Sunny's natural temperament that is so good for the other. She is so skilled at pulling Rain out of his own head and letting him cut loose, and he is skilled at letting her shine as bright as she wants and feel truly special. In the presence of the other, all of their worries get washed away.

If you asked Rain to recount any of their path to the center of the orchard he would not be able to describe a thing. In his mind, he didn’t need any details and instead just let Sunny lead him. Unbeknownst to him she was leaving a trail for Mountain to follow to bring them to dinner later, but from his perspective they were just blindly darting through rows of trees and hoping not to trip.

Laying down under the shade of a large tree, fruit scattered around them, the activity of the day starts to catch up as both of the ghouls start to doze. The spots of sun filtering through the leaves land around them, casting beautiful mosaics all around. The bright sun beats down, allowing them to dry off as small pockets of showers can be seen falling far off in the distance, threatening to spice up the pace of the day once again.

“It's nice Rainbow, it's like the weather knew we were hanging out today. Seems like it was meant to be” Sunny beams beside him, and he can’t help but pull the ghoulette into a hug. “Yeah, maybe it was,” he sighs contently.

By the time Mountain makes his way to bring them in for dinner, those showers have worked their way to the orchard, and he finds them spinning around enjoying the weather and cackling, the rain sprinkling down on their faces mixing with the tears of laughter.

The pack was certainly put out by them goofing off all day and makes that clear at dinner, but it's clear that they don’t actually mean it. Both Rain and Sunny have been so tightly wound recently and the relief of seeing the two take care of one another far outweighs whatever annoyance their absence caused. A day like today is exactly what they both needed, and luckily they had each other to help.

#nocturnal writings #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #sunshine ghoulette #rain ghoul

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asktheghosthost · 1 year

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Just some personal stuff about why I've been gone so long. Going to put it below a cut so no one feels obligated to skim/ read it. It's not really important, just an update for anyone who was curious.

Hey, I'm sorry I dipped out for so long. Work and personal life got really stressful and overwhelming, and then I got sick, so my mental and physical health just took a massive nosedive that I'm still recovering from. I'm giving myself a little vacation with family. I'll be on the mend soon. I'm going to try to get back into the swing of writing and answering asks, and you'll see sporadic updates when I get time. Things like reblogs and short posts, or I'll queue content here and there.

Thank you for your patience and to those who reached out to check in on me. I'm sorry for worrying anyone. Thanks for all of your support. Creating and sharing my little stories gives me so much joy, and I hate missing out on that.

Lots of love,

Myrr

#personal #ooc #myrr post

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yokohamapound · 1 year

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Replies

Hey! I'm in the process of doing a load of housekeeping for all my imagines blogs, which includes replying to any non-request messages in my inboxes, updating/creating to-do lists from my inboxes and drafts, and generally getting back into the swing of things. I don't like to spam people's dashboards by replying to every ask or question I get separately, so I tend to screenshot them and put them all in one post. Some of these are really old - I'm sorry it took me so long to reply!

@xiao-enjoyerz Thank you so much, lovely. I will write a proper Fyodor fic one day, but the silly mouse idea wouldn't leave me alone when I was thinking about doing something fun for April Fool's. Fyodor intimidates me even when I'm the one writing him, but like, in a good way~

Dazai: ...you know, as disturbing as that is to learn, I'm more surprised I didn't give him a degradation kink.

Thank you, my darling. <3

That's literally the highest praise you can give a fanfic writer, honestly. I hope your writing is going well! I'd love to read some if you ever want to drop me a link!

I really hope it's going well for you and that you got your diagnosis! I'm not having much luck. I've sent in my referral request 2-3 times by now and my doctor somehow magically never seems to send it. It doesn't matter how much I chase them. So I'm just out here, rawdogging my existence, unmedicated and unsupervised.

I don't at the moment, but I will be trying to put one together for this blog. I never really did it for my Bleach blog because there were over 1k posts and I physically couldn't, but this blog is still relatively new so I could. I'll also be posting all my headcanons in an anthology-type thing on AO3 soon - ten headcanons per chapter, contents table at the top of each chapter - so I'll post a link to that when it's up. I need a punny name for it, though.

Ooh, so...

Chuuya became my favourite the very second he walked on screen. Bro is gorgeous, he has that scratchy voice, and then he did the Little Rich Girl voice and pose. Favourite character confirmed.

Poe became a favourite when he turned up at the ADA party and went "please don't leave me alone!" because same, Poe, same. Also, my friend describes me as a raccoon (messy, gremlin-like, scrabbly raccoon hands) so I feel like Poe and I would get along great.

Sigma when he gave a bunch of orders then immediately went and freaked out in private.

Fyodor when he was playing the cello for Katsura and when Katsura asked if Fyodor kidnapped him just to make him listen to the cello, Fedya went "No. 💖" It was just the Russian accent and the playful tone. Perfection.

They don't show it anywhere near as much in the anime, which is a shame. It's something that humanises him a little more. They also missed out the little bit after he gets hit with a wine bottle where he says "I got wet and I'm cold. :("

I think it is a compulsion, really. He does seem to do it when he's thinking. He actually bites the skin around his nails rather than the actual nail like they showed in the anime, too.

Hello! Yes, I'm mostly caught up on the manga!

#yokohamapound #replies #asks

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sociopath-analysis · 1 year

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State of the Blog (2 April 2023)

For starters, I'd like to thank the followers for helping me reach 500 followers on this blog. I greatly appreciate it, especially with some of the setbacks that I've had in running it. But I'm still glad that I've got a lot of people interested in it.

Now to move on, I want to discuss the future of this blog both immediately and in the long term.

Long-Term

I will say that my productivity is not as up to snuff for the number of requests I receive. I'm sorry I haven't been keeping up as well as I should. However, I want to make it clear now that I'm just posting whenever I can give myself an opportunity. I want to try to get to a point where I can post at least one new profile a week.

However, I'm not saying that will be very soon. It is something that has to be worked up to. I'll start by looking into whatever profiles I haven't started to see how many can be done quickly to at least fill out the missing profiles. And until I can get to a point where I can succeed in my goal, I'll at least be moving over any profiles I can from my main blog to at least have the appearance of that schedule.

I'm hoping to improve things later, but this is all just my word for now. I can't make any promises, but this is just what I intend to do. The plan may change, so take all of this with a grain of salt.

Short-Term

In the immediate future, I intend to have some profiles that I wanted to do for myself just because I liked the characters so I just wanted to get them out for myself. It'll help me get back into the swing of things.

Also, seeing some of the newer features of the post editor, I want to attempt to change how I set up the galleries. It might make things less cluttered in the captions of the post and I'll be setting up a poll to see which one I will start this one with. I have some ideas on what to do, but I'll have to think about which ones I do.

This is where I am now, and I'll do my best to get around to finishing things up. Thanks, you guys!

#Private Service Announcement

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artawaker · 2 months

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Mid-Summer 2024 Update

Happy early Kadayawan, everyone! Hope you guys had a nice summer (if the heat doesn't get to you first). I got a lot of updates to share in the coming months. So let's go with the recent ones first.

As you can tell, Artificial Fantasy and Twin Minds are in emergency hiatus (again). I'm really sorry for that. But I've been doing a lot this month on another story as part of my writing challenge. (Yes, not Camp NaNoWriMo this time. I'm still stung with the whole scandal thing. Don't ask.) Both stories will resume in a couple of months as I need to work on the backlog to get back in the swing of things. Also, Kadayawan and Davao Pop Culture Mania is coming up this month, so I may be a bit slow with updates than usual. Don't worry, I didn't forget Hayate, Kazuki, and Vander's adventures, so sit tight! I've been in a zone for this challenge and I can't wait to show it to you guys.

And that brings into the second news for today. ARTIFICIAL FANTASY IS GOING TO HAVE A SPIN-OFF STORY!!!

Yes, I already got two stories in Royal Road, but that doesn't stop me from working on other stuff in the mix. In case you guys missed the new release this week (thank god, I didn't forget), I'll be releasing a new story on Royal Road set during the events of the third arc of Artificial Fantasy. It's called [Virtual Lycan: An Artificial Fantasy Playthrough] and it will be focused on a new set of characters. So far, most of the drafts for the first arc are done. That's all I can say for the new story. I will be posting a separate blog post about it soon. So if you haven't check out the Author's Note in there, make sure to check it out on Tumblr later.

Third, I almost forgot about the Dreamwidth site. It's been sitting there for month and I think it's time to get them dusted. I will be working on oneshots during my free time. So keep an eye out on the full launch of my Dreamwidth site soon!

Lastly, I want to talk about the future.

I mostly work as an independent writer for years now. I want to keep writing stories for you guys to enjoy. Currently, I have Patreon to serve as a place for you guys to keep supporting my works with advanced chapters of my stories and bonus content. However, I want to expand my horizons than simply writing everyday to fill in the backlogs (and yes, I'm still working on them as of this writing) and posting them after. So I'm considering getting back on streaming on Twitch from time to time, only this time, catered to not only random games, but also virtual write-ins and writathons on my stories with a few sneak-peeks on upcoming chapters and a bit of a chatting and worldbuilding stream. Honestly, I could have stream immediately with only 4thewords and Google Doc onscreen. But with my potato PC and issues with OBS Studios at the moment, it's easier said than done.

That said, I'm opening up possibilities while balancing my writing schedule. I promise, I won't overwork myself. But it's only an experiment to see if I can handle it.

Regardless, it's a long road ahead of the new story release. I hope I'm ready for the long haul with my stories old and new.

With that said, thank you so much for your support in reading Artificial Fantasy and Twin Minds. Again, I have a Patreon. So if you want more chapters, you can join as an Adventurer, Sign Creator, or Demi-Fiend for a variety of rewards waiting for you!

And most importantly, thank you so much for following my writing journey. It means so much and I hope I can write more stories for you and myself.

See you next time!

#news #update

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kezibun · 3 years

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Ok so, this turned out just a tad more angsty than intended...

This is the follower raffle prize for @yuckydraws

Set post monster vs human war in medival times of my au.

Edge (UF Papyrus) x reader.

Through The Ages: Our Little Secret Cabin.

You rush through the trees. Golden light peeks through the canopy. With your woven basket tucked in the crook of your arm. Your feet trip, but you catch yourself on a tree.

You can't be late again, but you just had to lose that person following you.

No one can ever know. Not a single person can find out.

You finally get to the small cabin tucked away, deep in the woods.

You knock your secret little pattern on the dark wooden door before you open it.

Empty. Again.

What was this the sixth week since the war ended?

You sigh. Might as well clean the place while you're here.

He always liked things clean and tidy some would say he's a little pedantic about it.

But he made this place. He built it with his own hands. Just in case things between humans and monsters went wrong. It's somewhere you could both hide. He was always thinking ahead. You need to keep it perfect for when he finally comes back to you.

So you dust, polish, shine every surface, from ceiling to floor the whole place is again spotless. It's not too hard since you have been doing it every week now. You sit, in the dark, on the couch, resting before you make the trek back to your village. You hold the last letter that Edge had written you. You read it once again, checking you've got this right for what must be the fifth hundredth time. You received this letter just before the war ended. The war monsters had won.

You haven't heard from him since. He must have written this at least a week before then.

He reminded you of the promise you shared the day he left to fight. He didn't want to go, but he had no choice. You haven't seen him in years now, but those words, that promise. You've thought about it every day. Held on to it.

"My dear, after this is all over, meet me at our secret cabin. I promise no matter what happens, I will come back as soon as I can. Promise you will meet me there. Please."

But then where is he?

The worst-case scenarios run rampant in your mind.

A silent tear runs down your cheek, followed by another. Then another. Until you can't stop them.

You just want him back.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be together. Be happy. Forever. If only this stupid war didn't take him from you. Then everything would be fine. He could be here to hug you, to hold you, to-...

KNOCK.

You're frozen in place, your breath stops, you can only stare at the door.

The knocks that follow. It's the knock. Your secret pattern!

Was. Is. Is he finally home?

The doorknob turns. But then it stops. You hear a loud sigh from behind the door. The door clicks back into place.

No, no, no no-no-no.

You jump out of your seat. Swinging the door open.

He stops in his tracks. His back to you. He was walking away.

"Edge!" You shout.

He turns. It's him, you almost can't believe it.

You sniffle, your lip quivering, your eyes welling up for a completely different reason than before. You run to him. Jumping into his arms. He catches and spins you around, muttering your name in sheer surprised joy.

"You waited?" He squeaks.

"You came." You cry.

He puts you down, holds your cheek in his big boney hand, wiping at your tears with his thumb. His eye lights, shine under the moonlight as he takes your every feature in.

"I missed you so much. What took you so long? you bonehead." You laugh just a little.

"I missed you too." He mutters. He looks around quickly. "I'll explain everything inside."

You both hurry inside and settle on the couch. He takes both your hands in his but not before lighting an oil lamp to illuminate the room.

"My dear, I'm so sorry I took so long to get back to you."

You look up at him. It has been so long, you notice so many more scars and chips over his bones than you remember, and the pains of war hidden behind his adoring eye lights.

"You got hurt, didn't you." You knew it.

He looks away but gives you a sad nod.

"The last battle… I thought I was not going to make it home. I would have written. I just couldn't. I came here as soon as they let me go. I didn't know you'd be here. I thought."

You take his cheek in your hand, gently turning his face to look at you.

"I would never break our promise." You assure him. "We said no matter what happened, we would meet here. What kind of mate would I be If I didn't wait here until you came for me? All that matters Is you're here now."

He wraps his arms around you. “I love you. I missed you so much.”

“I love you too.” You hug him back. “And I missed you more.”

He shakes his head. “I swear I missed you more.”

“Nah uh. I missed you more.” You giggle.

Edge chuckles. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“Well, you have no idea how much I missed you.”

“How about we agree to disagree, love?”

“No, I think we’re going to have to prove who missed the other more.” You bat your eyelashes.

“Alright, challenge accepted.” he smiles. “I missed your devilish little smirk.” he plants a little kiss on the corner of your lips.

“Well, I missed your stupidly handsome cheekbones.” You giggle, pressing your lips to his sharp cheekbones.

“I missed that giggle of yours.” He snuggles his face into your neck, making you giggle more.

You push him gently to lay on the couch. “I missed having you to hold.” You cuddle up.

“I missed that too.” He slowly pats your head, holding you close.

You both sigh…

You look up at him. “I missed your gorgeous jawline.” You whisper, scattering little kisses over his jaw.

“I missed your beautiful mind.” He whispers back, kissing your head.

“No, I missed your amazing mind.” You shuffle up to kiss his forehead. “I missed everything about you.” You pepper kisses over his skull.

“Ok, ok you win.” He chuckles.

“But there’s something else I missed too.” You pout.

“And what might that be my lady?”

You trace your thumb over his teeth. “Your kisses.” You whisper before gently pressing your lips to his teeth.

Your hand rests on his chest, the other holds his cheek. He melts into your kiss, wrapping his arms around you more, pulling you close. He breaks away long enough to whisper, “I missed this too.” Before kissing you again.

You can’t help but kiss each other breathless, trying to show just how much you’ve really missed each other.

“I love you.” You sigh.

“I love you more.”

You both laugh as you rest your head back on his chest. A moment of quiet passes.

You need to ask the question you know has to be on both of your minds.

“What now?” You mutter.

Edge takes a deep breath in and out. “I don’t know.”

“We’ll… figure it out though, right?”

He nods. “Of course. We’ve been through worse.”

“Yeah.” you sigh.

“Say, has the bed been changed recently?”

You giggle. “Just before you came.”

He kisses your head. “We’ll figure it all out in the morning then.”

#underfell papyrus #uf!papyrus #uf papyrus/reader #edge x reader #undertale #fanfic #medival au #keziha writes #angst/comfort #angst/fluff #through the ages

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eligaxy · 3 years

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Wind

☆ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 : Venti x gn!Reader

☆𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : near death experience, you’re confused asf about everything, bad writing cause i suck, spoilers for the we will be reunited quest!! And also for venti’s backstory, venti is serious for once (yes it’s a legitimate warning🤚)

☆𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 : Some angst, some fluff? Idk bye🤨

☆𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 : "It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask." (2.8k words)

♪𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 : i’m an idiot simp, i did this in one sitting and half asleep, english isnt my first language BLA BLA IM SORRY FOR MY POOR WRITING BUT HAVE THIS

basically you don’t know if you can trust venti or not, head says no, heart screams yes

Also, I was listening to stormterror’s lair ost while writing it, just because its fucking amazing, you might wanna listen to it too

I’m nervous to post this?/&:! This is the second fic i’ve ever finished in my whole life

i love venti and he’s hot in his god outfit i don’t make the rules

KAY ENJOY <3

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"Please, anybody... Just help me."

Saying you were exhausted would have been an understatement. After reuniting with your sibling, you had been frantically searching for clues about khaenri'ah and ways to Inazuma. With no luck, you couldn't find any traces of Dainsleif or of your twin. The ruins had been sealed and you had no idea what happened to the inverted statue or the corpse you had found there. Desperately, you clung into every little information you had, you would have turned every rock on this archon damned continent if you had to, which is what led you into those ruins near Guilli plains.

Walking along the destroyed buildings your eyes caught sight of a dandelion and you froze. You missed them so much, why couldn't they go back home with you? All you ever wanted was to be by their side why, why were they running away from you?

You remembered your travels, the moments you shared together, their protectiveness over you, the fondness in their eyes when you smiled at them. You remember the times you got hurt and healed one another with your now missing powers. You remember sleeping by their side and being grateful to the universe to let you keep your ray of sunshine everywhere with you. How ironic.

What had they meant 'once you reach the end of your journey' ? What does that even mean? Stupid twin, if they knew you were here the whole time, why hadn't they come to you? Why were they always leaving just when they were within your grasp? Why? Did they know how much you missed them and how much your heart broke when you finally saw them? Did they?

You only realized you were crying when a small gust of wind had your wet cheek react to the cold, breaking your train of thought. Wind.

The wind is everywhere, you think, free as a bird, always accompanying every citizen of this world, never truly alone. With this in mind, you resumed your exploring, slower this time.

A sigh escaped your mouth. You didn't want to admit it, but the wind did comfort you a little. Almost as if he was here. God of freedom and of the breeze, he was more a singer than a protector and you couldn't bear to think about him. Was it true? What Dain said... Did he destroy this nation? Was he the cause of the scenery that still haunted your nightmares up until 500 years later? Your brain simply couldn't accept that Venti, your Venti, you catch yourself thinking, could have made such an act of wrath. He was the epitome of freedom, why would he take the very thing he based all of his existence on from mere mortals? Barbatos simply couldn't be afraid of being overpowered, he didn't even care about power. All he wanted was freedom and happiness for his people. Surley this couldn't be right?

But then again, who were you to deny the wipe out of an entire nation? The gods did it. They were afraid that Celestia would be overthrown by the pride of humankind, the destruction of khaenri'ah by divine beings was a fact. There was no misunderstanding about this. That was the one thing you were sure of. So why did you feel like crying even more now?

The mere thought of a gentle soul such as Venti committing innocent people to an eternity of suffering didn't sit right with you. Even when his dearest friend Dvalin had turned against him, he didn't try to stop him, didn't even ask the dragon to save him. He healed and helped him, gave him a choice.

'What is freedom if demanded of you by a god?' was the same person that asked this question the same one who committed mass murder? Genocide?

Did the little wine-lover bard you had grown fond of destroy all hopes and light your kin had?

You remember that night when he freed Stanley from his burden, freed his and his friends' spirits. You had marveled at his action, in that instant he was a god, and he definitely hadn't struck you as a murderer. You remember that look of silent pain and grief in his eyes when he sang the tales of the nameless bard he had taken the appearance of. You knew he trusted you enough to share his story, something so personal, you could almost feel the war that took down the tyrant of Mond. Oh how much you cherished that evening, treating him to some well deserved dandelion wine afterwards, his favorite, and asking him to sing you more about the time where was nothing but the spirit of a breeze.

Your heart broke a little, remembering his rosy cheeks and drunk smile, you wish you could talk to him, ask him what happened. What did he do, was he really as dangerous as you had been told? If so, then why did you feel so good around him? Why did you feel like you could give hi-

You stopped walking upon seeing a ruin guard up ahead in the distance. You're so stupid, you think. Feeling this way is not gonna get you anywhere, especially with how the bard had been missing for a few weeks now. Ever since you had last seen your sibling.

Where was he, where was he wandering off to? You walk towards the disabled ruin guard, not really paying any mind to it, still thinking about the god you longed to meet with. If you could see him, what would you even say? Would he even answer your questions? Why did your stomach feel so light and funny when you thought about seeing him, why aren't you angrier?

You're almost at the killing machine's level now, so lost in your thought you don't notice the five other similar robots hidden behind a wall next to it. You notice them only when it's too late and you've already turned them on while thinking about examining them and collecting their serial numbers. When you hear the familiar tick of the mechanism turning on, you internally panic and think about running away only to calm down moments later and think to yourself that you can simply beat it and take what you came here for. Even if you are emotionally and physically tired, you can manage, you think.

That was before hearing five other consecutive ticks right after it, and all around you.

Turning around, your gaze falls upon the small army of field tillers. Fuck.

Paimon wasn't with you today, you had asked for some time alone which she hesitantly accepted, so you couldn't ask her to go fetch help. You would have been worried if you had all your capacities but with the state you were in, you were wondering how you were going to survive this fight. You were alone, none of your companions with you, and deeply weakened by the busy day you had and the few hours of sleep you had managed to steal away from the night. Was it today you would meet your doom, with all your questions and uncertainties unanswered?

You tried your best to fight with the strength you had left, but quickly grew desperate after what felt like hours of efforts to swing your blade and being able to only take one monster down out of the six. It didn't help that you got injured along the way, their blows becoming harder and harder to dodge. After being thrown on the grown for the third time, you understood you had at least two broken ribs and that your shaking legs would soon fail you as well.

Fear crept upon you, you would die here today, alone. Alone. You couldn't talk to your sibling after all, couldn't understand. You didn't even get to talk to him one last time. Him... You would die without the knowledge of the truth about your bard. You would die alone. You didn't want that, you couldn't look death straight in the eye.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

In Mondstadt, there was a musician, a weird singer everyone had heard about at least once. He lived off of his songs and was mostly known for having a great story-telling and being an alcoholic.

The number of people who knew the true nature of his identity were few and he was perfectly content with that. He didn't wish to be a god anymore, his gnosis had been taken away anyway and it's not like he had any power over the city of wind nowadays. Even if his people still worshipped him as Barbatos, it didn't sit right with him to be called a god anymore. It actually never did, he thinks to himself with a smile, he never really took any responsibilities that came with the divine title which is why he was so weak today. But it didn't matter to him, his smile turns into a soft giggle.

Sitting on a mill that was once born from his steps he looks fondly over the city he founded. Even if they were godless, the citizens were still thriving and free. He cared oh so very deeply about the place even if he rarely, if not never, showed the affection within his heart. He remembers the day he grew strong enough to dispel the storms over his actual Mondstadt, and made the weather gentle enough so that there was no need for fireplaces. Nowadays, he loves watching birds nest into the chimney tops and seeing them found their own home. It gave him a sense of belonging like no other, not above his people, but walking among them and watching them nest into this cocoon he created. He was proud of what happened to his land and would do it all over again if he had to.

Especially since it led to him meeting you. This thought doesn't catch him off guard, you often roamed around in his mind after all, and it's not like he didn't write at least three songs about you and your feat, your smile, your courage...

Ah there he goes again, rambling about you in a whisper. He turns around to the statue of him his people erected in his honor, chuckling at how they never made the connection with his signature braids. His, but not really his, since he had stolen this form from someone who was much more deserving of this power than him. Seeing his friend being honored with the statues of the seven around the land made him happy, he hoped that it was a good enough thank you gift in return for everything that the bard whom he couldn't even remember the name of anymore did for him.

Upon gazing at the statue, he remembered telling you of his long gone friend. It was the first time he had talked about him to someone else, he didn't even mention it to Venessa, she who made him believe in himself again. He could ask himself why, but he simply knew that you had something different, more than meets the eye. Perhaps it was because you weren't from Teyvat, or perhaps it was just you being as simple as your natural self but he was simply and utterly captivated by your being. You inspired him to no end, at first he thought it was because he had never met someone like you and he loved new things! But as time grew and he got to know you, he understood quickly the meaning and depth of his passions. He thought of it with a light chuckle, content with your presence alone. He really did need and want you around.

So why did he purposely avoid you like the plague?

The wind had brought to his ears that you had met with Dainsleif.

And your twin.

His first reaction was to search for you, talk to you, he wanted to be here to know what happened! You had searched so long, he couldn't contain himself, still listening to what the wind told him, he started running with excitement but... But wait, Dainsleif was... He told you what?

Oh.

So you heard about Khaenri'ah. He had stopped dead in his tracks and turned back, only sending a warm current of wind your way, hugging you from afar.

He wasn't ready to talk about this yet, not ready to face you and absolutely not ready to answer your questions. He was a coward, he thought, running away like that but what else could he do, really. It was only natural for him to be as uncatchable as air.

A sorry excuse to avoid the fact that even if his past had marvelous story like the one of the nameless bard, it also had its share of darkness, something he wasn't ready to dive back into. Especially not now when your arrival has been shaking this world up like it hasn't been since at least 500 years.

But oh, how he longed to see your face or to hear your voice. So he asked a breeze to report to him what you were up to, and where you were. Just in case! he tells himself, what if you needed help ehe? But he knows you're competent and you won't need the help of a weakling coward like him anytime soon. Or so he thought.

Because when the breeze only gives him a few words back, his blood runs cold.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

As you murmured these words in your desperate state, not really for anyone but yourself as a last resort, a prayer of some sort, you tried to stand by leaning yourself on your sword and failing miserably. You didn't dare look up as you heard the loud footsteps of the metal giants coming your way. It was over, and you barely managed to accept it.

As you rested your forehead against the cold handle of your sword, you closed your eyes, tears starting to make their ways out of your closed eyelids. All you could feel was remorse.

A soft breeze moved your hair slightly and your chest felt like a black hole had taken place where your heart used to be, regretting to not have been able to meet him under the tree at Windrise one last time.

The breeze quickly grew stronger, until it felt unnatural and you looked up from the ground, only to close your eyes again immediately when you realized the wind was too powerful for you to keep them open. If you had struggled to see though, you would have been blinded by the white light that soon illuminated the whole ruins. You didn't have enough time to register the situation when you felt a hand being laid atop your shoulder, snaking around your collarbones and pulling you back into... nothing? Another arm circled your weak form and a voice you immediately recognized said

"I've dealt with things worse than you, now crumble."

You realized that if you couldn't feel a chest behind you while still being embraced by his arms, it was because he was floating above you, and not standing behind you. A look in his direction confirmed your suspicions but what stunned you wasn't the fact that he was flying, but the attire he wore. Barely covering his body, a white set made of materials that seemed like clouds and liquid gold contrasted perfectly with his regular green clothes. His hair was glowing green and his eyes that were focused on the ruin guards up ahead had a marvelous shine that you had never seen before. He had that same aura he did the night he freed Stanley, but there was also something different about the way his hands gripped you a little too tightly or the way his voice sounded.

"Venti.." You muttered his name, relief and affection flooding you all at once, in his presence you felt as if nothing bad could happen to you. How foolish could you be, just a few hours ago you were speculating wether or not he had wiped out an entire civilisation and now here you were, being saved by him and feeling safer than you had in months.

"Close your eyes, I don't want give you a headache" he said, slowly floating legs first towards the ground. His unusually serious voice surprised you (and him) but you did as he told you. Letting go of your sword and leaning back into him, you let him deal with the monsters ahead of you.

"It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask."

Being protected by a god really didn't feel that bad. Especially when you were in love with said god.

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Thank you so much for reading whatever this is until the end :’)

Don’t hesitate to comment or reblog, tysm <3

Ps: venti loves u and so do i do pls take care of urself mwah

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin impact scenario #venti x reader #venti x traveler #venti x lumine #venti x aether #el writes♡

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ladydeznutz · 3 years

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When He Loved Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: My first fic and it's angst that came into my head around 3am. I've always wanted to write fics, but I didn't like how I wrote and I was embarrassed. First time writing for others so I tried to keep away from using just she/her pronouns, but if that's what you'd like just lemme know

I can write for other fandoms, and imma make a list of the fandoms I like bc I have so many I forget. I'll also add some other things if it interests me. Not comfortable with nsfw just yet so apologies. Anyways, enjoy the fic ig and please give me criticism if you see something wrong

idk how tumblr works with spacing and all that so hopefully this comes decent looking

Prompt: Please, don't leave me.

TW: S**cide mention

Every day had started to feel the same to you for a while now.

It started when he began missing date nights with you. He was always so excited about them, and then they were happening less and less often. You still saw him on occasion, but it felt more like "business" than anything else.

You didn't get the same giddy feeling you used to get when you'd see him; it felt like going out with him was more of a chore. You couldn't even complain to him about it even if you wanted to. Anytime you did see him long enough, he was always gone within a second, always in a rush. You never knew what he even did with himself or if he was thinking about you at all.

It definitely didn't help that you'd always catch him hanging out with his friends. You confronted Ned about it, but he was always so dismissive. Hell, you had even talked to Michelle about the whole thing. At first, she sympathized, but then it was as if a switch was flipped. You used to go to her to vent about Peter and the relationship. Now, she was practically telling you that you were overreacting.

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You felt like you were going to have a mental breakdown.

Learning about a loved one's passing is always one of the hardest things for anyone to deal with, especially when it's someone you deeply care about.

You had just received the news that your best friend had killed himself a couple of hours ago.

You didn't know how to feel.

You couldn't wrap your head around it. There was no warning.

You and he had been friends since childhood, and you knew each other so well that neither one of you could even remember a time when the other wasn't around.

Your hands shook as you picked up the phone to call Peter. Your tears finally fell as you listened to the constant ringing of the phone, and you knew he wasn't going to answer. Rage grew within you as you heard his voicemail message causing you to throw your phone across the room. It crashed into the wall and broke, but you didn't pay any mind to it as you fell to the ground and let out a wailed sob.

Why did this have to happen?

You could barely catch your breath between sobs.

Your body shook.

You didn't care about anything anymore.

You didn't care about Peter anymore.

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Weeks had passed, and Peter was exhausted.

Tracking down a gang, taking them down, and meeting another Spider-Man had just been a lot for him to take in. He was so tired, he didn't even want to think about it anymore. His back ached as he climbed through his window.

He was just so damned tired.

He stripped out of his suit, took off his web-shooters, and placed them back in his closet. Then, he took a quick shower.

His job was a bit easier to have Ned and MJ know he was Spider-Man. Now he just had to tell you.

Peter stood in the middle of the room and weighed out what would happen. He felt sorry for lying to you, and he knew that he was being distant. He just didn't have the courage to deal with any of it because he was worried about you. He couldn't lose you too.

As Peter lied down to finally get some rest, he wondered how you were doing. Karen had said you tried calling him, but he couldn't answer he had been in the middle of a stakeout.

He got up and rummaged through his book bag to get his phone, turning it on to scroll through his messages. He sat up as he realized how many he had gotten. Had something happened?

As he scrolled through, his heart broke. So many people had posted about the loss of Jay and were gossiping about why he did it. When he finally went through them all, he looked at your one missed call and gulped.

You had called him that day, and he didn't pick up.

He clicked the voice mail and listened to the message. All that he could hear were your pained sniffles, a shout, and then the line cut off.

He felt sick as he replayed the message.

Peter already felt awful about lying to you; he had to fix this. He quickly texted you, put his web-shooters back on, and was ut the window.

He knew the way to your house, so it took him no time to et there. As he was getting ready to knock on your window, he did a double-take and took a closer look.

Someone was sitting in your room; it looked like he had been waiting for you. Peter quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the guy. He was wearing a red and green jacket with shorts and sneakers. He also looked like he was wearing tights?

Suddenly, you walked into the room, so Peter backed away from the window to hide in the shadows. You seemed to be upset as you were wiping your eyes quite a bit.

"I'm sorry Miles. I didn't think I'd start crying like that," you said as you sat on your bed.

"Hey, it's okay," he replied as he stood up and moved closer to you. You sniffled as you tried to regain your composure. Peter didn't quite know how to react. Who was this? What was going on?

"I just...he..." you groan out in frustration as you grip your hair. Miles' eyes widen as he sees tears start flowing from your eyes again.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asks as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You shrug as you shake your head.

"It's complicated, and besides, that's what our therapy's for" you chuckle dryly. Miles' eyes wander the room as he tries to think of something to do to cheer you up. "How 'bout we go out tonight?" he suggests.

"I don't like the tone of that voice" you sass as you turn to give him a look. Peter watches Miles turn around, and his eyes widen. Miles was wearing a suit, a Spider-Man suit. The same Spider-Man he saw the other week.

"Any place you wanna go to, we'll go" he adds with a cheeky smile. "Really? You're not busy?" You cross your arms as you stare him down.

"Nah, night's been quiet. Besides, I might be busy tomorrow, then you'd miss your favorite person in the world" he winks as you begin to smile. Peter's heart sank as he realized what was happening. He thwipped a web to the building across from yours and sat down on the edge of the roof. Pulling out his phone, he sent you a text.

Can we talk tomorrow?

Giggling could be heard from across the street. Peter looked up and bit his lip as you glanced at your phone and threw it on your bed. You got onto Miles' back, and you both swung away.

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After you tried calling Peter that day, you stopped reaching out to him altogether. You decided that you'd wait to talk to him until he finally realized you weren't there. It had been about five weeks, and in those five weeks, you had gone to therapy and counseling.

You met Miles in counseling. He was sweet but seemed to get off topic a lot. When you were getting ready to leave one session, he had come up to you, put his hand on your shoulder, and let out a simple "Hey." One thing led to another, and you had both bonded over your losses. You went to Miles' uncle's funeral, and he went to Jay's funeral with you.

You were currently sitting on a swing at the playground as you waited for Peter. It was taking him forever to show, and at this point, you wanted to get this whole conversation over with.

Frowning, you looked around, wondering why he was taking so long. He should've been here by now. Maybe he decided not to come after all.

When that thought crossed your mind, you scoffed and stood up. Before you could go anywhere, however, you felt someone gently grab your hand. Looking back, you saw Peter staring at you with a small smile on his face.

"You came."

"Of course I did"

Peter pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around you. You take a deep breath as you stare off towards the slide. He pulls away when he realizes you're not hugging him back. The both of you pull away awkwardly as you look at each other.

"Peter-" "(Y/N)-" both of you speak at the same time.

"I- I have o tell you something" he starts with a stutter. You wait patiently as you motion for him to continue. "I know th-that I've been....not here for you for a while-" he cuts himself off when he hears you scoff.

"I.....I had these things, and I should've told you as soon as we started dating, and I'm sorry. I know I've been an asshole, more than that actually" you roll your eyes and shake your head as he continues.

"I just.....I love you, and I want you to know that even though I don't show it a lot" he finishes as he rubs the back of his head nervously.

The good thing about coming to this park was that there was usually no one here, and you were glad no one was here right now because boy were you fuming. "Told me about what Parker?" Your hand goes to your hip as you glare at him.

"W-Well....uhm......that guy that you talk to.......I'm like him I guess. Spider-Man." Your eyes widen when you hear the first part. "How the hell do you know I've been talking to someone?"

Peter stumbles with his words as he realizes he's been caught red-handed, "Uh...I was gonna visit yesterday, and I kinda....saw you..talking to him....." You narrow your eyes as you pick up a stick and throw it at him. He ducked before he could get hit, but you were already in his face.

"You were spying on me?!"

"I-I wasn't trying to! I was just-"

"Christ Peter!" All this time of you not being here, and now all of a sudden you just wanna show up out of nowhere because of what?! Jay?! Is that why you're finally talking to me?!" Panic stirs in Peter's eyes as he tries to come up with an excuse.

"I tried so hard to get you to talk to me, and you only wanna talk now because of that shit?! Peter, I can't do this shit with you anymore. I don't care if you're Spider-Man; what was the point of not telling me in the first place?! We live in New York for God's sake!!"

Your face is red as you frustratingly wipe away your tears with your forearm. Peter stays silent as he watches you; he can't say anything right now because you've hit the nail on the head.

"Y-You know what, fuck this. I can't do this shit any-anymore, Peter. But please tel-tell me; w-what did I do wrong? I di-did my best to keep both of us h-h-happy. Please, just tell me what I did wr-wrong." Your words are barely recognizable as you hold yourself to keep you're shaking body still.

Peter steps forward, but instead of stopping him like he thought you would, he cups your face gently as he looks into your eyes.

"(Y/N).....I'm so sorry I made you think this was all your fault. You did make me happy; you still do. I just...I've been so busy being Spider-man that I've neglected you, and I'm sorry for that. But I do still love you, (Y/N). I swear I'll stop doing everything just for you. I-I'll give up being Spider-Man."

You watch him unravel as he keeps talking. You can't bring yourself to care, however, as he spills his heart out. Too much disappointment has built up over the months.

"Pete...."

"Please......(Y/N), just give me another chance. I'll do anything, just please, don't leave me." His voice is soft and insecure as he begs you, almost quivering as he says it. It doesn't invoke any sort of feeling in you though. His sad eyes watch as you pull away from him,

"I'm sorry Peter" you whisper softly as you turn around and walk away.

He doesn't run after you or even shout.

Peter simply watches you walk away until you're out of view. The only thing he can hear is your footsteps as they fade into the distance.

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A/N: Alright so...this whole thing was based on how I could see him being Spider-Man in the beginning ig? Imo I feel like between him and Miles, the latter would be the first to tell you he's Spider-Man

And I always felt like him being away like that with no real reason would make an s/o feel like it's their fault or sumn. Like, I've always seen fics where he and the reader always make up about it, but I wanted to try the bad ending where even though he had good intentions, he's just not ready to handle being a hero, student, and partner.

#peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #miles morales #miles morales x reader #marvel mcu #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #peter parker imagine

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 3 years

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70 & 81? ☺️

I missed this one when you first sent it in! So I was surprised when I looked up the numbers.

BUT!!!! Locked in a Room/The Missus and The Ex based off of this post requested by @xninetiestrendx!

"Why the fuck are we here again?" Mickey asked Ian as they walked into the empty apartment that they had offered to show.

"Because Melanie took Susanna to a dog show and said that if we showed this apartment to the potential renter she wouldn't charge us rent this month." Ian reminded Mickey, he had jumped at the deal when Melanie had asked.

"Oh the diaper dog, Jesus she's fuckin weird, but if we're saving a months worth of rent I hope we put that money to good use, like buying a sex swing or somethin." Mickey raised his eyebrows salaciously.

Ian rolled his eyes, "I'm gonna take a piss before they get here, if they show up when I'm in there be friendly, smile, greet them."

"Yeah yeah, go piss and I'll be nice to the newbies if they show up while your dick is out." Mickey waved Ian off as he turned to walk through the show room apartment again, once again reminded about the fucking furniture theirs had been lacking when they first moved in.

Ian rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom to relieve himself.

As soon as Ian had shut the door behind him there was a knock at the front door, Mickey pushed himself off of the couch and went to open it, "Hey." He greeted the curly haired brunette that stood there.

"Uh, hi, sorry I thought I was meeting Melanie?" He asked, his thick eyebrows furrowing above his brown eyes.

"Sorry man, Melanie asked us to cover for her while she took her panty dog to some show, my husband's in the bathroom but you can come on in." Mickey opened the door wide enough for the other man to come inside.

The man's mouth pulled in concern, "You're not gonna carve me open and harvest my kidney are you?"

Mickey laughed, "Nah man, don't do that shit anymore now that I'm married, and on parole, c'mon in."

The man wandered into the apartment looking around. Mickey shut the door behind them and led the man inside.

"Now all this shit doesn't come with the apartment, it's a show room, just wanna let you know that up front." Mickey warned him waving his hand around to gesture all the furniture and decorations in the room.

The man nodded, "Yeah I figured as much."

"Well come this way and we can start in the back and work our way up, now are you wanting a one or two bedroom?" Mickey asked waiting for the guy to follow him.

He fell in step behind Mickey, "A one bedroom, need some space to myself for once."

"I hear that, well the nice thing about these apartments is the bedrooms are fairly big," Mickey paused as they reached the bathroom, and rapped on the door, "We'll be in the bedroom once you're done in there."

"Be right out!" Ian called, Mickey could hear the sink running.

He shrugged and led the guy into the bedroom, "The bedrooms have big windows, but if you want curtains we have a whites only policy, some bullshit about not looking threatening to the neighbors. Though it doesn't come with the place, try out the bed it's soft as fuck." Mickey said as he walked around the room.

The guy surprisingly did as he was told, he sat on the bed and then plopped back on his back, grinning as he bounced, "Fuck man, I haven't been on a bed this soft since... Well never, I need to get me one of these." He sighed closing his eyes, Mickey grinned.

Ian finally made his way into the room the door falling shut behind him, "Sorry about that I-" whatever he was saying fell as he saw Trevor lying on the bed, Mickey standing near the foot of it with his arms crossed grinning.

"Trevor?" Ian asked.

Trevor's eyes flashed open and he turned to Ian, "Ian?" He asked as he sat up on the end of the bed.

"Wait, you two know each other?" Mickey asked pointing from Trevor to Ian.

"Mickey." Trevor said dully, his voice dropping into an angry tone.

"Yeah?" Mickey asked looking from this Trevor to Ian confused.

"M-Mickey, this is Trevor, my ex boyfriend. Trev, this is Mickey my husband." Ian's voice came out a bit shaky as his eyes flitted between Mickey and Trevor.

"Well needless to say I'm not going to end up renting THIS place." Trevor hopped up from the bed and strode to the bedroom door, he wrenched the knob in his hand ready to swing the door open.

"What the fuck?" He snapped when the door didn't open at his pull.

Ian's eyes widened, "Oh fuck." he muttered feeling a wave of nausea pass over him.

"What?" Mickey asked snapping his head from Trevor to Ian.

"Melanie said that the heat had made the door warped which made the alignment of the door jams have been causing the doors to stick, she warned us not to close them." Ian groaned as he spoke covering his face with his hands.

"Well that's just fucking great." Trevor snapped in annoyance spinning on his heel and glaring at Ian.

"Yo Curly Sue, I dunno what your fucking deal is with my husband, but back the fuck off." Mickey took several steps toward Trevor his fists clenching at his sides.

"Curly Sue? Are you fucking kidding me? Still a transphobic asshole huh?" Trevor asked looking past Mickey to Ian.

"What the fuck? No, you have curly fucking hair, and curly sue has fucking curly hair. This has nothing to do with you being trans, get over yourself." Ian felt his temper rising as he jumped to Mickey's defense.

Trevor grunted and pulled his phone out of his pocket, "Great no service, now what the fuck are we supposed to do?" His eyes flitted between Mickey and Ian.

Ian shrugged, "Maybe we can unscrew the hinges on the door and pop them out and the door off?" He suggested.

"Not a bad idea Red, we just gotta find something resembling a phililps head in this fucking room." Mickey rolled his eyes.

Ian groaned and sat on the edge of the bed dropping his head in his hands.

Mickey rolled his eyes again, "Dramatic." He muttered.

He headed to the closet in the corner to see if it was as fakely set up as the rest of the apartment, he snorted when he saw clothes hanging up.

"This pretentious bitch." He muttered dropping to his knees to look through the boxes on the floor of the closet, hoping for some tools.

While Mickey was rifling through the closet Trevor glared at Ian as he sat there with his head in his hands, not wanting to face the awkward situation in front of him.

"Think this fucking stiletto heel is sharp enough to use as a screwdriver?" Mickey asked holding up a hot pink shoe over his shoulder with one hand as he kept rifling with the other.

Trevor and Ian ignored him not wanting to move or engage.

"A little help would be nice." Mickey muttered as he stood up from the floor and carried the shoe to the door with a huff, stepping around Trevor as he stood there.

Mickey held the shoe to the door and tried to fit the heel in the small slot of the screw, "Nope." Mickey muttered tossing the shoe off to the side.

He looked between Trevor and Ian who were both still in the same spots they were before. Mickey rolled his eyes and went back to the closet, if he could find a fucking belt he could use the part of the buckle that went in the notches to unscrew the screws. What the fuck even was that thing called anyway.

"Yo Ian, what's the part of the belt that goes in the little holes?" Mickey called over his shoulder, still digging through the clothes and shoes.

His husband didn't respond, which was starting to get on his nerves.

Mickey rose from the closet floor and headed to the dresser pulling a draw open and pawing through it, "Jesus she has fake drawers of fake clothes for a fake apartment, but she doesn't have a real fucking screw driver?" Mickey grumbled as he pawed through the different things in the drawers.

"You think these tweezers would do it?" Mickey asked holding a pair up to Ian and Trevor.

Silence from the both of them.

"Well since getting out of here isn't high on your list of priorities, I'm just gonna take a fuckin nap." Mickey snapped tossing the tweezers to Trevor and heading to the bed and flopping onto it burying his head under the pillows.

"Mickey, come on." Ian whined, his hand around Mickey's ankle.

"Nope." Mickey responded, his voice muffled, "You two figure it out, I've done enough."

Ian glared at his husband and then looked over at Trevor who was looking at the pair of tweezers Mickey had tossed him.

"Think they'll work?" Ian asked softly standing up from the bed and taking a step towards Trevor.

"Worth a try, they'll have to be some strong tweezers." Trevor shrugged and turned towards the door.

Ian watched as Trevor walked to the door and reached for the top hinge, not quite able to reach it. Trevor gritted his teeth not wanting to have to ask Ian he stood on his tiptoes reaching for the screw.

"Trev just give me the tweezers, I'll do the top ones you do the bottom." Ian said holding his hand out for the tweezers.

Trevor huffed and spun around slapping the tweezers into Ian's hand.

Ian slid into place where Trevor had been standing and reached for the hinge, the tweezers slotting into the screw.

As Ian turned the tweezers and the screw counter clockwise he looked at Trevor.

"So, um how've you been? Seen anyone new? Someone nice?" He asked.

Mickey tried not to laugh at his husband while he fake slept, king of cool Ian was.

Trevor raised an eyebrow, "I've been fine, that old church turned out to be a good place for the shelter. Geneva and the other Gay Jesus people have cooled their shit which has made it easier for me to do actual good. I'm seeing someone. By nice do you mean someone who doesn't cheat on me with their convict ex who broke out of prison?" Trevor asked pointedly.

Ian stuttered with the tweezers for a moment the metal slipping from the notch.

Mickey continued to act like he was sleeping, but he was listening closely making sure he wouldn’t have to step in and save his husband from this wiry curly top. So THIS was the boyfriend Ian had mentioned at the docks that night those years ago.

“Didn’t mean that exactly.” Ian muttered reaching up to refit the tweezer into the screw slot.

After several beats of silence Ian was able to get the screw loose and Trevor mumbled, “He’s nice.”

Ian paused a moment, “Good, you, you deserve nice things, nice people in your life.”

Mickey peeked at his husband and to Trevor, if the awkwardness between them wasn’t so palpable he would be a smidge worried.

“So married huh?” Trevor asked after a few moments.

Mickey could hear the smile in Ian’s voice, “Yeah, two years on the twenty-first.”

“Congratulations.” Trevor said.

“Thanks,” Ian paused and looked over at Mickey, who was doing a shit job at pretending he was asleep.

“Though I’m married to him, and love him, and loved him even when you and I were together, I shouldn’t have cheated on you. I should have ended things with you the moment that cop showed up at my house. As soon as he said Mickey’s name I should’ve known that he’d find me, he always did.”

“You’ve already apologized for that, but thanks.” Trevor chuckled.

“Did I apologize for the cult?” Ian asked wincing remembering the Gay Jesus and blowing up the van part of his past.

“I think you tried to but I didn’t want to hear it then.” Trevor mumbled.

“Do you want to hear it now?” Ian asked, completely forgetting about the screw and turning to look at Trevor.

Trevor nodded wordlessly.

“Trev, I’m sorry that I went off my meds and went nutty with the kids. That I got so damn obsessed with the church and with mouthing off to the pastors and priests and parents out there trying to convert and hate their kids in the name of religion. I’m sorry that I fucked that up for your kids, for the shelter.” Ian’s voice wavered as he spoke, remembering the complete craze he had been in then.

Trevor looked up at Ian, his brown eyes a little watery, “I accept your apology, and I forgive you Ian.” Trevor paused a moment, “I’m still salty about the infidelity part I admit.” He looked over to Mickey, “But I was never one to get in the way of true love, and you two, have the truest love I’ve ever seen.”

Ian chuckled his eyes looking back to his husband who was grinning while still faking being asleep.

“Mickey, I know your ass isn’t asleep.” Ian said with a laugh.

Mickey peeked at Ian and Trevor, Trevor looked slightly mortified, “Bout time you two made up, now let’s get the fuck out of this apartment.” He said sitting up and pushing himself off the bed.

He took a couple steps towards Trevor and raised an eyebrow at him and then glanced at Ian. He held out a tatted hand to Trevor, who looked at it like he was waiting for Mickey to ball his hand into a fist and punch him.

“Though I don’t like that Carrots here was fucking around while I was locked up I’m glad he was with someone nice, and someone who made an attempt at keeping track of his mental health even when he wasn’t himself. So I wanna thank you.” Mickey’s voice was full of genuine thanks, though at one point he hated Trevor, he was glad that Ian hadn’t been alone, that he didn’t have to face his bipolar alone while he was gone.

Ian’s eyes widened in surprise at his husband, Trevor seemed just as shocked but he raised his hand and slipped it into Mickey’s giving it a shake.

“Now let’s get the fuck out of here.” Mickey said clapping his hands together and stepping towards Ian pulling a knife out of his pocket.

“Did you have that the whole time?” Ian yelped seeing the knife as Mickey unscrewed one of the lower hinges.

“Yeah, but once we figured out who Trevor here was, it seemed like some closure was needed. You’re welcome.” Mickey said getting the next screw out.

Ian shook his head as he used the tweezers to unscrew the top two hinges.

“Alright, moment of truth.” Trevor said grabbing the door knob and pulling the door open.

The three of them let out rounds of yays as the door jerked off the hinge notches and fell to the ground.

“I’ll get with Melanie about the apartment, it wasn’t so bad.” Trevor nodded his head as they walked out of the apartment and he started to head to the parking lot.

“It really is a good place to live.” Ian said as Trevor unlocked his car and climbing in.

“Even if it is on the fucking west side.” Mickey muttered.

#fanfic trope mashup #ask #shameless #gallavich #I was going to have it be Caleb #but I fucking HATE Caleb #I would have had Mickey knock him in the head with the stiletto #Trevor is at least tolerable #though he did have his issues too #and I would NOT have Byron in here #hate him as much as Caleb #Cole would have been okay but I feel like he keeps in touch with Ian and Mickey after they got engaged on his date with Ian #Anyway #I hope you like it #It was fun to write #Ian Gallagher #Mickey Milkovich #no last name trevor

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