#they've been through so much... needed them to hug like yesterday

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"Not to worry, Athrun. You're perfectly alive."

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feelings on fire (joel miller x f!reader) 18+ PART TWO

You can read part one here. i'm so grateful for the positive response for this on the first chapter, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts!! Things are already getting smutty, enjoy 💕 and here's my kofi if you'd like to leave a tip. summary: you're back from college for the summer, staying with your devout catholic parents in your childhood home while they order you around and try to keep authority over you. as an act of rebellion you ask your new neighbor mr. miller to teach you how to play guitar, but it turns out there's a lot more he wants to teach you. (no outbreak, no use of y/n) rating: 18+ explicit (minors, do not interact) warnings: age difference (reader is in her 20s, joel in his 50s), innocent/inexperienced reader, dirty old man joel, corruption (but it's consensual), praise kink (joel calls reader babygirl, sweetheart, etc), dirty talk, mentions of religion (reader's family are very catholic), fingering, masturbation word count: 8.1k ao3

You're relieved the next morning when you look out your bedroom window and see your father's police car and your mother's SUV missing from the driveway. They've both already left for work, which means no twenty questions to answer when you go downstairs, no grilling you about what exactly you're going to be doing today. But it's not like you'd tell them the truth anyway.

You pick your outfit very carefully, shoving modest sweaters and long dresses aside as you search for something specific for Mr. Miller. You want him to look at you again like he did yesterday; the thought makes your thighs clench together again as you dig through the depths of your closet. You settle on an old Sunday School dress that you probably haven't worn since you had your final growth spurt, baby blue and simple. You undress and tug it over yourself, trying to ignore the way it tightens uncomfortably around your chest; it's much too small but you're running out of options.

"That's sexy, right?" you ask your silent bedroom, peering in the mirror at yourself. You were much shorter when you wore the dress last; now the hem settles on your upper thighs, leaving your legs completely exposed. It hugs your curves and accentuates your breasts, cleavage pushed up against the neckline so much that it feels like they could pop out at any moment.

You pick up a discarded pink hoodie and zip it on over the dress, hiding where you're practically bulging out of the material. Maybe you'll take it off later, but for now you don't need any of your neighbors reporting to your parents that they saw you walking down the street half naked.

You spend way too long getting ready, changing things about your hair and makeup over and over until you know you can't put off leaving anymore. You grab a quick bowl of cereal and then, with a resigned look of determination, you swap your flip flops with sneakers and head out into the hot summer day.

Not too many people are outside yet; parents have already left for work, kids are still sleeping, dogs have already been walked. You make it to Mr. Miller's without having to say an awkward hello to anybody, for which you're grateful.

He's not sitting on the step when you get there and for some reason it stops you in your tracks, leaving you standing at the end of his walkway like you had yesterday.

What if he's at work, you dumbass?

You hadn't factored in the possibility that he wouldn't be home. You'd had this ridiculous notion that maybe he'd be waiting for you, watching both sides of the street until you appeared and batted your eyelashes and asked him if you could still take him up on his offer. You'd visualized the whole thing. Like a teenager.

Just knock. Just knock and if he's not there, go home and try again later.

You still haven't moved from the end of his walk when the front door suddenly opens. Your eyes widen in surprise as he appears on his front step in all his disheveled glory, putting his hand across his face to block the sun; he's barefoot, wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a band you don't recognize on the front, and his hair is sticking up in different directions like he's just woken up. He brings a blue coffee mug up to his lips and takes a sip, eyes on you when he brings it back down, giving you a wry smile.

"Good mornin', babygirl," he says with that deep and slightly rough voice, leaning against the door frame, "Was hopin' you'd come back."

You blink a few times, brain whirring and stuttering helplessly as you stare at him. He's so handsome, so much older and rugged and sexy. You feel your panties get wet again and you can't even be mad at yourself; you're too distracted by the gorgeous man in front of you, looking directly at you, calling you babygirl. He's probably older than your father and yet you can't find a single bone in your body that cares in the slightest.

"Hi." you say softly, almost a squeak.

He smiles a bit wider, "Changed your mind, huh?"

You nod quickly, not knowing what else to say. He glances down at your dress and without thinking you shakily grab the zipper on your hoodie, tugging it down and showing him the full thing. You watch with bated breath as his eyes trail to your chest, looking openly and unapologetically at your breasts. He chuckles to himself and looks at your face again, taking another sip of coffee.

"I was hoping... um..." you bite your lip, trying to find the words, "I, uh-"

"Just come on in, darlin'," he interjects, laughing lightly again, "Don't hurt yourself." He moves back from the door a bit, gesturing for you to come inside.

You don't need telling twice. You put your head down, trying not to show him how nervous you are as you walk up his patio steps and slide past him into his house. You can practically hear your parents' voices in your head: "Don't talk to strangers. Don't go into a stranger's house." You're rebelling in more ways than one today.

"That's a pretty dress," he says behind you once you're inside, and you hear him shut the door. No going back now.

"Thank you." you turn to look at him, feeling out of place standing in the house of a man you don't know. You're just in time to see him looking at your body again and your skin heats once more.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asks with a crooked smile, charming and natural. You tell him and he just smiles wider, tilts his head to the side, "That's pretty."

"Thank you," you say again, "Um, what's yours?"

"I'm Joel," he puts his hand out for you to take, "Joel Miller. Surprised you didn't ask your momma about me."

You take it and feel your knees go slightly weak at his firm grip, big hand dwarfing yours in size, "I - uh, I did. But she just called you Mr. Miller."

He smirks at that, squeezing your hand in his, "You wanna call me Mr. Miller too? You can."

"Um," you're not sure what to say, biting down on your lip again and feeling flustered when he doesn't release your hand, "Uh..."

"You're a shy one, aren't you?" he asks, voice going a bit soft, soothing, "It's alright, darlin'. I don't mean to make you nervous."

"I'm not." you say it too quickly and you both know it's bullshit. He drops your hand and you turn your attention to the room in front of you, an open concept living space with a kitchen on the opposite side; it's nice, although you're surprised someone is living alone in such a big house.

"So do you, uh...do you have a wife?" you figure you should probably get that out of the way first; you're already planning on sinning in one way today, you don't need to add adultery to the list.

"No, just me." he walks past you and gestures for you to follow him. You do, walking to the kitchen and watching him take a glass down from the cupboard and start filling it with water. You stand there awkwardly, smoothing your dress down a bit and looking around the room.

You're so fucking nervous. You don't even know what he's got on his mind, let alone whether or not you're ready to do it. You imagine he'll lead you up to his bedroom, maybe turn the lights off and close the curtains...light a candle? Put on some music? You hope he'll be gentle and slow, that he'll listen to you. You know from your college friends that most men your age aren't really good at setting the mood, knowing how to do things the right way. Maybe because Mr. Miller - Joel - is older... it'll be better?

"Here, sweetheart, breathe," he hands you the glass of water and you take it with trembling fingers, "You don't need to be scared of me."

"I'm not scared of you," you reiterate, shaking your head and taking a sip.

"Right. Just like you weren't scared yesterday?"

You frown and put the water back down on the counter, "I- I wasn't scared."

He chuckles, leaning against the kitchen island and tilting his head again as he looks at you, "Well darlin', I might've gone back in my house but I saw you from the window. You practically sprinted down the street," he smirks at the memory, "Seemed scared to me."

"I wasn't scared. I'm not scared." You're not sure you're telling him or telling yourself.

"You sure? You're all flustered" he murmurs, and suddenly he's reaching up to hold your chin between his fingers, turning your head toward him. Your lips part in surprise, trembling beneath his touch as his thumb strokes gently against your jaw. You feel your face get even hotter.

He smirks at your response, eyes casting up and down your face quickly before he releases your chin and grabs the glass of water from where you'd laid it back down, turning to pour the rest of it down the sink. While his back is turned you fight to regain your composure, willing all the blood to disperse from your face.

"Well, no time like the present," he says, turning back around and walking past you out of the kitchen, "Guitar's in the living room."

You stare after him, brow furrowing in confusion, "What?"

"You still wanna learn that song, don't you?" he calls behind him, picking up his guitar from where it's leaning against the wall. He sits down on the couch and gestures with his neck for you to come over, smug smile still plain as day on his face.

You slowly make your way over to him, heart pounding in your chest. You seat yourself beside him on the couch, close enough that he can show you his guitar but not close enough that you're touching him. You may want him to touch you desperately but that doesn't change the fact that you're still freaking out right now. Because what does he want? You'd genuinely thought he'd meant something different yesterday with that comment about your fingers. He'd been flirting, hadn't he? Or is that just his nature?

"It's a simple chord progression," Mr. Miller - Joel - immediately begins to demonstrate. He strums on the strings, aligning his fingers carefully at the neck of the guitar and angling it in such a way that you can see what he's doing, "We start with an A and then go into G major pretty quickly."

You watch his fingers, long and almost delicate now as he presses his fingertips to the strings, holds them down as he starts to thumb out a tune. Your lips part unconsciously, eyes trained fully on the tender way he caresses the strings, coaxes beautiful sounds out of the guitar with minimal effort.

"Then D," he murmurs, and you notice that his eyes are also directed at his fingers, making sure he's showing you correctly, like he actually cares that he does it right, "And E into F sharp."

It's not like he's speaking another language - you know basic music theory from simply going to school all your life - but you don't fully understand how the notes and chords he's talking about translate into his fingers, into the shapes they make, where they push down. You know nothing about playing guitar and he's only a few moments away from realizing that; you can't help but already feel humiliated. Why the fuck had you lied to him yesterday? What are you even doing here?

"It pretty much repeats like that the whole way through," he says, starting the song over and strumming a bit slower, showing you his chord changes more purposefully, "But as I said yesterday there's lot's of room for some adlibbin' here and there, doesn't have to be by the book."

You feel yourself nod, although you still have no idea what he's talking about. He suddenly stops his movements on the guitar, directing his eyes back to you. You swallow down the nervous lump in your throat once again, willing yourself to look back.

"Wanna give it a try?" he asks, and without waiting for your answer he hands you the guitar. You take it from him with wide eyes, your own hands fitting into place where his had been only seconds ago, still warm; it makes you shiver.

"Um," you look down at the guitar, trying to shape your fingers in a similar way to what he'd done. Your nose scrunches up in concentration and confusion.

"Starts with A," Joel says, and you look up from the guitar to see him smiling softly at you, urging you to play him something.

Your fingers stay frozen on the guitar, tongue darting out to wet your lips. You can feel anxiety burning in the pit of your stomach.

"Okay, now I'm scared," you admit, voice shaky and small.

He doesn't say anything; you look up again and see him peering at you thoughtfully, brow furrowed. You hope he's figuring it out internally so you don't have to say it out loud, admit what a fraud you are.

"...You don't know how to play, do you?" he asks finally.

You bite your lip and hang your head in shame, grip loosening on the guitar, "No. I'm sorry."

To your surprise he laughs, deep and genuine. You lift your head back up to see him settle back in the couch a bit, shaking his head as he grins at you. You can't help but feel yourself smile back at him.

"You're adorable," he says with a sincerity that puts your tummy in knots, your gaze averting his once again, "I mean it, I can't even be mad 'cause you're so sweet, darlin'."

"M'not," you mumble, slightly embarrassed as you hand the guitar back to him and shake your head, "I'm a liar."

He takes it from you, "Why'd you lie? Coulda said you didn't play, I wouldn't have judged you for it."

You shrug, still not looking at him, "I don't know, I..." you sigh, biting your lip, "I wanted... I wanted you to think..." You don't finish but you're pretty sure he understands, aware of him nodding slowly in your peripheral vision.

"You're sweet," he repeats, voice softer this time, "So sweet, babygirl."

You shiver again at the pet name, finally bringing yourself to look at him again. He's still looking at you, dark eyes boring into your skin, lips turned up into that wry smile again.

"C'mere," he says, even softer, and you watch as he open his legs, moves back a bit on the couch and pats the empty spot in front of him. You stare, breath hitching at the realization that he wants you to sit there, "I wanna show you somethin'," he urges, "I won't bite, promise."

With shaky legs you reposition yourself on the couch, getting up and sitting back down between his wide legs. As soon as you're seated he brings the guitar down into your lap and sits up a bit, pushes his chest against your back as his arms wrap around your nervous form, holding the guitar in front of you.

"Watch my fingers," he says quietly, and you find that his voice is speaking directly into your left ear, breath warm and welcome against your skin. You have no choice but to obey, not that you'd even want to make any other choice.

He curves his fingers along the neck of the guitar again, pushing down the strings in a few different places and holding it there. He strums firmly, the back of the guitar pushing lightly into your belly with the tension.

"That's a C chord," he murmurs, strumming again, "See where my fingers are?"

"Yeah," you reply, barely a whisper; your mouth has gone dry.

"You hold your fingers as hard as you can against the strings," he continues, "It hurts at first, when you're learning, but the longer you play the more you build up calluses. You know what calluses are?"

You shake your head, unable to speak, too lost in the warmth of his breath against the nape of your neck, the masculine smell of him tingling your nose. He pulls his hand back from the strings and brings it up near your face, showing you his fingers.

"These are calluses," he explains, referring to the deep grooves embedded in the tips of his fingers, "They help you hold the strings down easier so it doesn't hurt."

You stare at his fingers, getting lost in their length and size, their girth. You feel yourself becoming wet in your underwear, clenching around nothing at the thought of one of those calluses touching you down there where you need it most. Your breath hitches again, thighs rubbing together involuntarily.

"Lemme show you," he murmurs, and to your surprise he suddenly takes your left hand in his and brings it to the neck of the guitar. You watch with bated breath as he carefully positions your fingers over the correct strings, holds them there with his own, "Play that."

With your shaky right hand you thumb the strings at the base of the guitar, a clear chord ringing out into the open room. Your eyebrows raise in surprise and he laughs again, charming and soft.

"There you go," he says softly, "First chord. Good girl."

The words send another pulsating wave of wetness into your underwear and you tremble beneath his touch, feeling your brows furrow in pleasure at the feeling of him being so close to you while you feel like this. Your hips buck up a bit but you feel too good to be embarrassed.

"Somethin' wrong?" he asks you gently, voice still close to your ear, "You're all flustered again, babygirl."

You hum, closing your eyes tight for a moment and trying to breathe, but all you can smell is him. All you can feel is him. You swallow tightly when you feel his touch ghost against your thigh, eyes opening to see him press his palm wide against your bare skin. You watch with parted lips as his thumb strokes the skin just below the hem of your dress, eyes hazy when he pushes himself against you from behind a bit tighter.

"Why'd you really come here, sweetheart?" he breathes, almost a whisper, "Tell me the truth."

You take a deep and shaky breath and feel yourself leaning back into him, eyes closing again as he slowly strokes your thigh, "You know why," you whisper.

He hums in response, nosing your ear gently and breathing you in, left hand still holding yours tightly against the neck of the guitar, "I do," he murmurs. You feel as he presses a wet kiss against your earlobe, beard rough against your skin. Your eyes roll back when he takes it into his mouth, sucks gently on it while he squeezes your thigh.

You're in heaven, completely at his mercy as you fall back further against him between his legs, your own going lax and loose the more he touches you. No one has ever done this to you, put their mouth on any part of you that wasn't your lips, put their hands anywhere near where you're currently aching to be touched. You watch as Joel's fingers inch upwards along your thigh, slipping past the hem of your dress. You already know where he wants to put his fingers next.

"I'm a virgin," you squeak without warning, panic suddenly brewing in your stomach. His hand freezes on your thigh and he pulls back from your ear. Why the fuck did you say that?

Now he'll be a gentleman, he'll take you off his lap and tell you to leave, tell you he can't be the one to take your virginity. You've seen this in movies, read it in books, heard it firsthand from your friends in college. Men don't like the responsibility of being your first, don't like the idea of a girl getting attached to them. And Joel... he's a grown man and you're just a twenty one year old Catholic mess with way too much baggage. There's absolutely no way he'll want to touch you now.

"Let's put this down," he whispers, and carefully helps you move the guitar off your lap and place it to the side. Here it comes, he's gonna tell you to get up and go home. You wait for him to inevitably push you from the couch, awkwardly stand up and lead you to the front door.

But that doesn't happen. Instead, you watch with wide and confused eyes as he suddenly puts both hands on your bare thighs, squeezing them gently beneath his wide palms, "You ever been touched like this, darlin'?" he asks you quietly.

You shake your head, "N-no."

His thumbs stroke your skin softly, tenderly. You feel as he sits up a bit more and tightens his legs around you, holding you in place, "You like the way that feels?"

"Yes," you whisper, soft and secret, "Feels good."

"That's good, it's s'posed to," Joel murmurs, nosing your ear again, "Now let's pull up this pretty dress a little bit," the words send a shock to your system, eyes widening in surprise. He doesn't wait for you to help, just immediately goes for the hem of your dress and hikes it up your legs, exposing more of your bare thighs and a hint of your panties, blue and lacy to match your dress, "Oh, you're just a pretty little thing aren't you?" he breathes, voice hot against your ear, "You really never been touched?"

"Never," you repeat, and he just hums and presses a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, making your breath hitch, "Th-that doesn't bother you?"

"Not at all, sweetheart," he breathes, tightening his grip on your thighs; the feeling of his large palms on your flesh makes you whimper slightly, looking down at where he's holding you and shivering, "Makes me want you more than I already do."

Your pussy is throbbing in your panties and you're sure there must be a stain through your dress, through the couch. You rub your thighs together and whimper again, head falling back against Joel's shoulder. You feel him kiss your hair, watch as his hands slide up your thighs so his fingertips are just slightly touching the edges of your underwear.

"You're all wet, aren't you?" he asks softly, soothingly, "Been sittin' here soaking my couch this whole time, huh? Want me to touch you so bad, don't you, babygirl?"

You hear yourself make a strange noise through your teeth, a hnnng sound that makes him chuckle, "You like that, don't you? You like bein' my babygirl?"

"I do," you whisper.

"That's good," he murmurs, "That's real good, babygirl." His thumbs hook into your panties then, tugging gently, "Now let's take these off," he says, beginning to slide them down, "so I can take a look at this pretty little pussy you've been savin' just for me."

You both watch as your panties slip down your bare legs with ease, dress still hiding your pussy from him entirely. It's impossible not to notice the enormous dark spot in the fabric, glistening in the sunlight. You can't help but feel embarrassed.

"Oh, baby," he groans, fisting them in his hand and thumbing the dark spot tightly, "So wet."

"Why does that happen?" you ask, swallowing around the anxious lump in your throat, knowing you're just advertising your inexperience even more by asking.

"Means you're turned on, sweet girl" he explains, thumb still pressed firmly against the wet spot as he presses another wet kiss to your ear, sloppier this time, "I'm turnin' you on."

"You are," you agree shakily, "It happened last night too, after..."

"After?"

"After I dreamed about you."

He smiles against your skin, dropping the panties to the floor and bringing his hand back down to your thigh; his thumb is wet and sticky against your skin, "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you? Did you touch yourself? Make yourself come thinkin' about me?"

"No," you shake your head, "I haven't... I've never..."

He groans in understanding, but not in an irritated or angry way. It's arousal, you can tell by the way his legs tighten around your trembling form, pulling you in closer. He pulls up the hem of your dress and exposes your wet and aching pussy to the both of you, lips bare and soft against his couch. You hear his breath hitch behind you when it comes into view.

"Fuck," he says, voice low and rough with arousal, "Look at you."

He barely hesitates, reaching down and thumbing your outer lips with both hands, his other fingers splaying against your inner thighs. You squirm at the feeling, brows scrunching together when he gently pinches your soft lips and sucks your earlobe back into his mouth.

"So soft, babygirl," he whispers, releasing it with a wet pop, "Look at that." You don't think he's actually telling you to look, more-so talking to himself as he caresses the outer part of your pussy gently, "So pretty."

"I-um... I shaved it," you whisper, "Just in case."

"Babygirl, you didn't need to do that," he noses your ear and you feel his breath, hot and sticky against your skin, "Woulda been pretty either way."

You feel your cheeks warm, "My roommates said most guys don't like-"

"Am I most guys?" he whispers, and continues to stroke your pussy lips up and down with his thumbs, "You know how old I am, babygirl?"

"N-no." His touch is becoming too much, too distracting. It feels good to have him touching you like this but it's still not where you need him to touch you, the slick part inside that's absolutely aching for his fingers feeling desperately wetter.

"Why don't you take a guess, see how accurate you are."

"Um," you barely understand what he's even talking about, eyes trained on where he's stroking you, "F-fourty?"

He laughs immediately, "Now we both know that's not your real guess, sweetheart."

You bite your lip, watching his thumbs, "Well... I don't wanna... I don't wanna hurt your feelings."

He smiles, "You're sweet. But I don't care, darlin', gimme your real guess."

You sigh shakily, "Fifty."

"Close," he breathes, and you watch with a whimper as he begins to drag his thumbs up and down your wet slit, lips too puffy to show him what's beyond, "That's real close, bit higher."

Higher? Fuck.

"Fifty...three?"

He dips the tip of his thumbs ever so slightly inside your slit, then brings them out again and pushes your own wetness across your outer lips, making your skin glisten, "Higher."

"F-fifty five?"

"Fifty six," he finally says, still thumbing your juices all along your pussy. You're not sure how to respond, surprised by the number but also desperately turned on, waiting for him to finally slip inside where you're begging him to touch, "That make you uncomfortable?" he asks after a moment of silence, and you swear you hear a bit of hesitance in his question as his hands freeze, waiting for you to reply before he goes any further.

"No," you reply, shaking your head slowly, thoughtfully, "It doesn't."

"You're sure?" he asks quietly, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice, "Because I can stop, sweetheart. Just say the word, I'll let you go home."

You shake your head again, more frantically this time at the thought of him releasing you from his embrace, "I promise, Mr. Miller," you whisper, then quickly correct yourself, "Joel."

"You can call me Mr. Miller, babygirl," he whispers, and you watch with hooded eyes as he slowly pulls your swollen lips apart, exposing the innermost parts of yourself to his living room. Your mouth pops open in surprise, eyes widening at how wet and sticky you are, a big drop of your own wetness pushing past your aching hole and dribbling out onto his hand.

"Gonna take care of this perfect untouched pussy, I swear," he groans, rough and low in your ear, pinching your outer lips again as his gaze bores into your sopping cunt, "Gonna make her feel so good."

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With wobbly legs Joel had helped you up from the couch, chuckling when you'd tripped up almost immediately. With sure and steady hands he'd straightened you up, carefully removed your hoodie and discarded it on the couch, "Won't need this," he'd said softly, "Let's go get in my bed, sweetheart."

Now he holds you on the edge of his bed, inside a bedroom that feels cozy and masculine, that smells like him. His bed wasn't made when he'd lead you inside but other than that he has a clean bedroom, small and comfortable. He now has you sitting in his lap with your legs wide, hooked over his own while you both face the full length mirror on the wall.

"W-what are we doing?" you ask breathlessly, feeling slightly embarrassed at your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks are still hot, hair messy and dress falling off, positively debauched and certainly no longer the good little Catholic girl your parents raised. You watch as Joel fingers the hem of your dress again and slowly pulls it up, exposing your dripping pussy to the mirror and to the both of you.

"Wanna show you what I'm doing," Joel murmurs, coaxing your legs even wider and pulling apart your swollen lips once again, showing you the untouched part of yourself you've never seen before, "How else are you gonna learn if you can't see, babygirl?"

You nod slowly, watching as he spreads you wide. You bring your eyes up to his face in the mirror to see the way he's watching you. His eyes are dark and lustful, hair still tousled from the early morning, scruff thick and scratchy against your neck and shoulder. He follows your gaze and peers into your eyes in the mirror, pulls you wider; you squirm a bit and close your eyes, feeling slightly embarrassed at the sight.

"You're shy, arent you?" he whispers, a smile in his voice.

"I've just... I've never..." you shake your head, opening your eyes again to turn and look at him, forgetting about the mirror for a moment, "No one's ever looked at me like this before."

He smiles softly at you, somehow tender and fond despite the part of him that clearly wants to devour you, corrupt you. He takes one hand and brings it to your chin, tilts your face up to his and presses a sweet kiss to your lips, gentle and soft. You kiss him back, eyes closing as you slowly breathe him in, feel his beard rub tantalizingly against your cheek.

"You've done that before, haven't you?" he asks you once he pulls away, finger still on your chin as he looks deep into your eyes, "You've been kissed?"

You nod but bite your lip, "Yes, but...not like that."

He tilts his head, "Like what?"

"Like they really want me," you whisper, eyes falling to his lips and silently wishing he'll do it again, "Like they're not holding back."

Almost like he can read your mind, he leans forward and presses his lips to yours once again, this time gently easing his tongue inside your mouth. You take it openly, loving the way he pushes it against yours, smooth and wet. He tastes like coffee; it's pleasant and warm and you're so distracted by the kiss that you don't realize he's taken his hand from your chin and moved it back to your pussy, carefully sliding his index finger beyond your lips and stroking upward.

Your hips buck immediately, still kissing him hard and loving the way he doesn't pull back, doesn't slow things down or even speed things up, just keeps it to your comfort level, lets you decide what the kiss is. You moan against his mouth when you feel the callus on the tip of his index rub lightly against a particularly sensitive spot. It's only then that you feel you need to pull away for breath, leaving your forehead pressed against his and letting out a long exhale.

"You really needed that, didn't you?" he murmurs softly, calm and gentle, "My babygirl needs to be touched so bad, doesn't she?"

You nod frantically, opening your eyes again, "Please, Mr. Miller," you breathe shakily, "Please make me feel good."

He groans again, closes his eyes and pushes himself up into you; you can suddenly feel something very hard beneath your dress and you're not entirely uneducated; you know exactly what it is. Out of curiosity you grind down a bit on him and he presses his lips to your neck again, humming against the skin.

"That's my cock, you know that right?" he breathes, "You ever felt a cock, sweetheart? Even through someone's clothes?"

You shake your head, feeling that familiar nervousness in the pit of your stomach at the thought. He must sense your uneasiness because he immediately pulls himself up a bit, pushes you forward so you're not seated directly on top of the hard shape of him anymore.

"Don't worry about that, today's lesson is about you," he says soothingly, stroking your pussy again and making you tremble, "I'm gonna teach you how to come, okay?"

You inhale shakily, feeling slightly relieved; it's not that you don't want to see his cock - God knows you really do - but you're so inexperienced, you really have no idea what you're doing. You feel excited - and kind of touched, in a way - that Joel is going out of his way to teach you exactly what you've been missing, things you've only heard about. Today's lesson....it repeats in your mind as you watch him touch you in the mirror, thumbing your lips wide; does that mean there'll be more?

"Okay, babygirl, here's what we're gonna do," he murmurs, breaking you away from your thoughts. "See this lil' nub right here?" You nod, peering in the mirror at the tiny hooded bump Joel is lightly prodding, sending a buzzing electricity throughout your body, "That's your clit, she's the most sensitive part of your pussy."

"I knew that," you breathe "I think."

He smiles at your reply, "You're gonna touch your clit, that's all you're gonna do. Just touch it and rub it until you feel yourself gettin' close," he moves his hand up to palm your stomach, "You'll feel it right here, in your belly. You'll know it's comin'."

"Okay," you whisper, nodding again.

"When you feel it buildin' in there, you tell me, and I'll make you come."

"And coming...that means..." you wince at your stupidity, "That's an orgasm, right?"

"Yes, darlin'," he murmurs; his face is suddenly blocked by your face as he kisses the back of your neck but you swear you can hear him smile, "That's an orgasm. I'm gonna give you your first orgasm, that sound good?"

"Yes," it's almost a squeak, desperate and shaky. You watch in the mirror as Joel takes your right hand and carefully brings it to your pussy, extends your index finger alongside his own and gently presses down, "Oh," you whimper, hips bucking again, "Oh."

"You're okay," he reminds you softly, prodding your finger harder against yourself, "It's just like the guitar, you gotta be firm."

It feels incredible, both yours and Joel's fingers tapping the tiny bundle of nerves with a steadiness you know is only possible because of him. Without his guidance you probably would have already dropped your hand, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"And now you rub," he explains softly, thumb and pinky curling around your other fingers as he holds your index steady, rubs it back and forth against your clit. Your mouth pops open, eyes going hazy again as you watch his movements in the mirror, "There you go," he whispers, and you catch him watching your expression, the pure bliss in your eyes as he makes you feel something you've never felt before, "Good girl, sweetheart, that's it."

"Oh my God," you breathe, aware that you probably shouldn't be taking the Lord's name in vain at a moment like this, but somehow the act feels almost godly in itself, a sensation of pure pleasure that you've never felt before travelling all throughout your body, "It feels- oh my God."

"Tell me," Joel breathes behind you, still holding your hand and letting you slowly start to rub yourself on your own, taking the lead, "Tell me how it feels, baby."

"It's- it's so good," you whine, tossing your head back against his shoulder, "Mr. Miller," you shake your head frantically, "I feel it already, Mr. Miller, in my stomach."

He seems genuinely surprised at that, eyebrows raising in the mirror, "Okay, babygirl," he whispers, "Lemme make you come."

He removes your hand, places it on your thigh. Without any hesitation you bring it up to grip his arm, holding it tightly as he brings his own hand back down to your pussy and starts to rub your clit again, this time at his own pace. Your jaw drops, eyes rolling back as he stimulates you perfectly, finger stroking back and forth at a pace that sends a wet squelching sound throughout the quiet room. You can't even feel embarrassed, too overwhelmed by the feeling of finally being touched.

You can't see the mirror anymore, head tilted back so far against Joel's body that you're just staring at his ceiling, mouth open wide as numerous loud and completely uncharacteristic sounds blare from your mouth, long and high and indiscernible.

"That's it," he groans in your ear, a deep rumble that urges you on as he continues to rub you furiously, "There you go, there you go. Fuck, babygirl, give it to me. Fuckin' give it to me."

His words send you over the edge and you feel yourself stiffen in his lap, legs shaking uncontrollably as you writhe within his grasp. He slows his movements, coaxes you through it, continues to whisper praises in your ear as you have your very first orgasm in his arms. Your chest is heaving with exertion as you cry out, tears stinging your eyes.

"Mr. Miller," you whimper, closing your eyes and letting him hold you tight, your grip loosening on his arm, "Mr. Miller." It's like a prayer, the way his name rolls off your tongue. Not even an hour has passed since you first stepped foot in his house and you're already prepared to make Joel Miller your new God, kneel before him and give thanks for everything he's just done for you.

"Shhh," he coos, removing his fingers and letting you relax into his embrace, "You're alright, I've got you."

You continue to whimper and shake, vaguely aware of him slowly beginning to lay flat against the edge of the bed, taking you with him. You lay on top of him, breathing heavily.

"So good," you whisper, voice positively wrecked from what he's just done, "Felt so good."

"I know," he murmurs back, kissing your hair again and wrapping his arms around your middle, "I know, baby."

"M'gonna fall asleep," it's barely a whisper now, quiet and relaxed, "Sorry." You don't last long enough to hear what he says in response.

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You wake a bit later, confused for a moment when you open your eyes and are greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling. It's only when you look down at yourself and see Joel's duvet wrapped around you that it comes flooding back. You smile unconsciously, inhaling his scent and turning to bury your nose in his pillow. Everything smells like him now, including you.

You glance over at the clock on his bedside table: 12:04PM. You slept for a solid two hours. It doesn't surprise you, not after the shitty sleep you had last night and the absolutely ridiculous orgasm he gave you right before you drifted off, but still....two hours? And he didn't wake you?

You sit up slowly, squinting at the afternoon sun flooding through the blinds on his window. You swear you can hear some faint music coming from somewhere, a stereo nearby? A car passing? Then, your eyebrows shoot up as you fling yourself out of bed and run to the window, opening it up and peering down at the patio below.

Joel is sitting on his front step again, wearing different clothes now; he must have showered after you'd fallen asleep...probably took care of himself as well. The thought makes you shiver but you push it away, instead focusing on the lovely sounds emanating from his guitar, a slow and gentle tune that instantly relaxes you.

You pull back from the window and face the mirror nearby, assessing yourself. You're still the same person you were a few hours ago but something is different; your hair is a mess, makeup smudged, dress disheveled. With a bit of hesitance you slowly pull up the hem and expose yourself, eyeing yourself down there where Joel had touched you. You find that it doesn't make you as nervous to look at it now, unable to help the small smile that appears on your face when you remember the way Joel had worshipped it mere hours ago.

The memory of Joel has you leaving his bedroom quickly, descending the stairs in his house and walking into the open living space once again. You spot your hoodie on the couch and grab it, zipping it back on as you search for your panties; they're nowhere to be found. Your brow furrows as you pull up a few of the couch cushions but come up emptyhanded.

You smooth your dress down; it's long enough that it doesn't show you're not wearing underwear, but you'll probably have to hold it down when you walk home. The last thing you want is to expose yourself to one of your elderly neighbors.

You take a few deep breaths and walk to the front door, readying yourself to face the man who just gave you the best experience of your life. As soon as you open it he turns on the step, still playing his relaxing tune and looking you up and down.

"Hi," you breathe, a little shy, playing with your hands a bit as you walk toward him.

"Hi, babygirl," he says with a kind smile, nodding to you, "Sleep good?"

"Yeah," you reply, shuffling over and settling down beside him on the step, "Sorry, I didn't mean to sleep for so long."

He smiles again, tilts his head, "You can sleep in my bed as long as you want, darlin'. Any time."

You feel your skin burn, looking down at your bare knees and biting your lip. He keeps playing the song, humming to himself as he does it; it's not a tune you recognize but that doesn't matter, just listening to him play is enough to make you feel warm and fuzzy.

There it is, you think to yourself, the attachment. It's already starting.

You look up at him again, smiling fondly at his look of concentration as he strums steadily. Your gaze falls to his fingers on the neck of the guitar and you swallow, remembering all too well where exactly they've been. The song finishes on a long and sweet note, positive and lovely. You can't help but playfully clap for him, grinning when he rolls his eyes and lays the guitar behind him.

"What song was that?" you ask, eyes bright as he peers over at you.

"Aha, Take on Me," he replies with a smirk, "Never heard that one?"

You shake your head.

"Wow, you really are just a kid, aren't you?" he murmurs, giving you another once-over before he turns back to look at the street, still pretty empty. Your brow furrows at his words, suddenly unsure.

"Is that...does that bother you?" you ask hesitantly.

He turns back to you and immediately shakes his head, "Not at all, sweetheart. Just means I have a lot more to teach you."

Your skin tingles at that and you feel yourself throb uncomfortably against his wooden step. You look down at yourself, making a face.

"What is it?"

"I'm already..." you shake your head, feeling embarrassed, "It's... I'm wet again."

"Jesus," he groans, almost laughing as he tilts his head back and looks over at you with a wide grin, "Don't say that to me, babygirl. Not when you gotta head home."

You look at him, confused, "I do?"

He nods, frowning slightly, "Your momma drove down the street about ten minutes ago, figure she'll probably be wonderin' where you are."

You sigh exasperatedly, rolling your eyes, "I'm so sick of living with my parents. I can't wait to go back to college."

"Poor baby," he says softly, "C'mere." He pats his knee and you go to sit on it but freeze, assessing the street.

"What if someone sees?" you ask quietly, unsure.

He seems to think for a second, then nods and takes your hand. He helps you stand up and leads you quickly into the foyer of his house again, shutting the door and wrapping his arms tightly around you.

"Mmmm," he hums into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "You smell so sweet, darlin'."

"I smell like you," you whisper back, unable to hold back your grin, "I smell like...sex."

He holds you tighter and pulls back to look at you, tilting your chin up and leaning down to kiss your lips. It's soft and unhurried; he still tastes like coffee, bittersweet and delicious,

"You come back here any time you want, okay?" he murmurs against your lips, "I mean it, any time. But especially when that pussy's wet and achin' for me. I'll give her what she needs, babygirl."

You shiver and lean up to capture his mouth again, nodding through the kiss and whispering, "I will, Mr. Miller."

--

You walk home quickly, holding your dress down and feeling more rebellious than you've ever felt in your life whenever the warm summer breeze ruffles past the fabric and onto your bare pussy, reminding you that you're not wearing any panties. They're lost somewhere in Joel's house; the thought gives you butterflies.

Your mother is bustling around in the kitchen when you get home, putting away groceries. She's distracted enough that she doesn't notice when you slip past the kitchen and head upstairs to change your clothes.

After showering - something you desperately didn't want to do but had to - you change into a more modest outfit and retreat back down the stairs, walking into the kitchen so your mom knows you're back.

"Oh, where were you?" she asks, chopping up a carrot on a cutting board in front of her, barely looking up, "Did you meet up with Bethany? Alice?"

Oh shit, you hadn't thought of a cover story, "Uh, yeah, met up with both of them."

"Lovely," she replies with a smile, finishing chopping and turning to look at you, "And they're well?"

"Yep," you nod, hopefully not too much, "I, uh, might be helping out at the soup kitchen soon."

Your mother claps her hands together and walks toward you, "Oh, I'm so happy to hear that," she suddenly furrows her brow, looking at your face with slight confusion, "Are you alright, dear?"

"O-oh, just... just warm from my shower."

She smiles and nods, turning away from you again, "Could you help me chop some veggies? I'm making soup tonight, might be good practice for when you're volunteering."

"Yeah, sure. No problem."

You reach up and touch your face one last time, feeling the heat still etched beneath your skin that you know for a fact is certainly not from your shower. You take one last steadying breath, then walk forward to help your mother.

You come back here any time you want, Joel's voice echoes in the back of your mind. You start to wonder how long you'll be able to last, but you already know the answer.

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 17

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Eddie wakes up with his face smooshed against Steve's bicep, which, honestly, is not a bad place to be. He lifts his head up a little, blinking bleary eyes, and sees they've both migrated towards the center of the bed. Steve's rolled over onto his stomach, face buried in his pillow. Eddie's still on his back, but he'd shifted a little, leaned in towards Steve, and they're pressed together all along their sides.

Steve moves, which Eddie is guessing what woke him up in the first place, and turns his head to look at him.

"Morning," Steve mumbles, all rough with sleep.

It's not the first time Eddie's heard him like that, yeah, but it is the first time that Eddie's been this close, that he's been touching this much of him, and it makes his brain shut off.

"Doesn't it hurt sleeping like that?" he says, like an insane person.

Steve huffs out a little laugh. "My back's all torn up too, man, it kind of hurts sleeping like anything."

Shit, right, Steve'd gotten dragged over the lake bed in the Upside Down. Eddie has a vague memory of red streaks like road rash all up his back before he'd put on his vest.

Eddie makes a noise, quietly distressed, mostly because he doesn't know what to say to that, and he gets to watch the way Steve's eyes go all soft up close.

"I've had worse," Steve says.

It makes Eddie snort. "You keep saying that, but it's not as reassuring as you seem to think it is. Will you at least let me take a look at it later?"

Steve smiles. "I look after you, you look after me?"

"Something like that." Eddie ducks his head. "Come on, I'm starving."

They take turns in the bathroom. Eddie borrows more of Steve's clothes - another pair of boxers, the same track pants and a dark gray sweatshirt this time. Steve abandons the attempt he'd done at jeans yesterday, opts for navy sweats and a green sweater.

This time, Eddie lets Steve help him downstairs, even gets set up in a chair at the kitchen table so he can watch him cook breakfast.

They're halfway through eating a massive stack of pancakes when the walkie flares to life, and a time is agreed on for everyone to come over.

Turns out Steve hadn't been kidding about an invasion.

There's everyone in their little Vecna fighting mission, of course, Robin and Dustin and Erica arriving in Nancy's station wagon with her. But a Surfer Boy pizza van comes up alongside of it, Max and Lucas and Mike Wheeler spilling out of it along with Jonathon Byers, a pair of kids that Eddie's going to guess are El and Will Byers, and a dude that Eddie's pretty sure he's never seen before.

He's Argyle, apparently, owner of the van and the guy who pointed out that Eddie was not a girl, Jonathan's best friend from California.

Also brand new to all of this, which makes Eddie toast him with his second mug of coffee, from where he's pretending he needs to lean against Steve for support to stand up but he's also mostly using him as a shield because both Dustin and Mike look like they're ready to tackle him any minute.

Someone must have updated the California crew on what went down in Hawkins, because no one asks Eddie why he's standing in Steve Harrington's kitchen wearing Steve Harrington's clothes.

Steve stops working as a deterrent for Dustin about two minutes after the introductions are done, and really, Eddie's kind of surprised it took him that long to come over and hug them both. He's reasonably gentle about it, at least, so Eddie guesses he can't complain much.

"Hey, buddy," Steve says, ruffling his hair. "We're still okay."

"Still alive and kicking," Eddie chimes in, slinging one arm around Dustin and giving into the hug.

Mike looks - sullen and uncertain, like he's not really sure of his place here and he's unhappy about it. For a moment, Eddie considers ignoring it until he absolutely has to do something about it, but, well. He's kind of ignoring a lot of things right now, and he really doesn't want them all to come back up at once.

So he stays in the kitchen as everyone else trickles out into the living room, plops down at the table and makes significant eye contact with Mike, raising one eyebrow. Sure enough, it works, and Mike stays behind.

He doesn't say anything, just drops down to sit at the kitchen table with him and looks mulish.

It reminds Eddie of himself, actually, and he wonders if this is how Uncle Wayne felt sitting across from him when he was fifteen. Shit, he owes that man so much. Eddie's still got some coffee left, though, and he can wait this out, taking slow, lingering sips.

"You weren't supposed to get involved with all of this," Mike says finally.

Eddie raises an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, well, Vecna disagreed with you."

Mike scowls. "You were supposed to be safe. Everything was supposed to be done, or I never would have-"

He cuts off, but Eddie knows exactly what he was going to say.

"Or you never would have left," he finishes for him.

"I wouldn't have!" Mike insists, looking up at him with a fire in his eyes. "Joyce left, and she took Will and El and Jonathan, and Nancy said she wouldn't have left us alone like that if the gate wasn't closed and we weren't safe. Once November passed and nothing happened, we thought we were good."

Eddie sets his cup on the table, the hand that isn't all splinted up running absently over his knee. "That's a lot to unpack right there, Wheeler."

Mike groans. "Whatever. The point is, people who get involved with this because of us die. And it wasn't supposed to be you."

"Aw. Almost sounds like you care," Eddie says, batting his eyelashes at Mike, who scowls harder at him. "Mike, none of this is your fault. I didn't get involved in this because of you, I got involved in this because Hawkins is a shithole and Vecna is a jackass who targeted a girl I knew. Being friends with you guys is the only thing that got me out of this, okay?"

Mike scoffs. "You mean Dustin and Lucas got you out of it."

Eddie raises his eyebrows at Mike, because really, is there jealousy happening here? "If we're going to be technical, Nancy was the one who figured out the Creel connection, and Robin was the one who figured out that music was the key, and Steve got to Max in time and-"

"Okay, okay," Mike grumbles. "I still should have been here."

Ah. Not jealousy - or at least not entirely jealousy. It's the paladin thing, being upset with himself for not being there when his friends needed him. "Mike," he says, pitching his voice a little gentler. "You can't be everywhere at once, you know that. When the party splits, you have to pick which group to go with, and from what it sounded like, you were right where you needed to be. El and Will needed their paladin, didn't they? And we had Steve."

The cloud over Mike's face had been lifting, and he even got a smile when Eddie said that El and Will needed him, but it drops back into a scowl when he mentions Steve.

"Steve's not a paladin," Mike retorts. "If anything, he's a barbarian."

That's not the point, Eddie knows it isn't, but he can't help but consider that, thinking about Steve bare chested with blood and grime all over him for probably a moment or two too long. "All right, yeah, I can see that," he admits. "But what gives, I thought you guys all thought Steve was a badass?"

Mike whips his head around, looking out the kitchen door, then slouches down in his chair. "That was before you knew him! I just didn't want you to like, pick a fight with him when he picked us up, because he's already had too many concussions."

Eddie raises an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. And how many of those concussions did he get saving you little assholes?"

Mike pulls a face that Eddie is going to assume means all of them. "That's not the point. I just - are you and he -"

Oh, shit. Somehow, Eddie had completely forgotten their shenanigans over the walkie yesterday morning. He fights the urge to fidget, and instead gives his best stoic, you'll never get it out of me face. "And what if we were?"

Mike slumps down even further. "You don't have to yell at me. Jonathan already got there, I'm not going to say it's gross. It's just - I was gone for like a week! You kept insisting that he was an asshole, and wouldn't believe Dustin and Lucas, and now you're staying with him?"

All right, well, when he puts it like that - Eddie scrubs a hand over his face. "Kind of hard to hate someone when you watch him rip up demobats and then he carries you out of the Upside Down."

Mike rolls his eyes, but he looks a little less like his world has been completely shaken. "Oh. Yeah, Steve does that. So you're not-"

"No," Eddie says, because he can't keep talking around it, and saying anything else would be a lie. There's a pit in his stomach that says no is technically a lie, too, because Eddie's pretty convinced that Steve is his soulmate, but he can't let that trip him up. "I mean, we're definitely friends now, but he's letting me stay here because I've got nowhere else to go."

"They told us," Mike says, his scowl back. "We'll figure something out. Nancy and Jonathan got Hawkins Lab to release a story about Barb, and all of Starcourt got covered up. We'll get your name cleared."

It's a great sentiment, but Eddie's not sure he can believe it at the moment. He clears his throat, nodding towards the living room. "You better get back out there."

Mike stands, though he pauses to look at him quizzically. "You're not coming?"

Eddie holds up his cup. "Just finishing my coffee, I'll be right out there."

Fuck, he knows as soon as he says it that it's a lie. He'll just have to hope that Steve is too busy with the gremlins to check what just got written on him.

Mike apparently doesn't believe him, either, because it's only a few minutes after he leaves that Robin comes into the kitchen.

"Your turn to check on the new guy?" he asks her.

She scoffs. "Awfully self absorbed of you, Eddie. Maybe I just came for leftover pancakes and coffee."

He raises an eyebrow at her.

"Okay, I mostly came for coffee," she relents, pouring herself a cup. "But also to check on you. Hey, though, bonus, you're not the newest guy anymore."

"Thank you, Argyle," Eddie mutters as Robin comes to sit next to him.

"So," Robin says, taking a long drink from her cup. "Are you going to give me something that's a reasonable approximation of the truth so I can not lie when I give a condensed report back to concerned parties, or are we just going to sit here for a while and make this awkward?"

He huffs out a little laugh. "I don't know, Buckley, I'm pretty awkward and you're definitely awkward, I don't think we have much of a shot of this not being awkward."

She smiles at him, wide and amused, but that doesn't stop her from taking another pointed sip of her coffee as she looks at him over the brim of her mug.

"How come I have to be the one who's always getting checked in on?" Eddie bitches. "I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one not doing okay."

"Because you are the new guy," Robin says, though not unkindly. "Everyone else has been through this enough that we kind of know how they're going to react, and what to look for that means things are getting worse. They did it with me, too, after Starcourt."

Eddie hadn't actually been upset, just a little ruffled by the fact that so many people are this concerned over his well being, but if he had been, that would have soothed it. "Steve told me a little about the aftermath of that, about the song you taught him."

Robin laughs a little. "There you go. I had Steve singing that for me just about every night for a while. That's mine - my brain gets itself all worked up with hypotheticals and possibilities, and things that could have happened but didn't will just start spilling out until I have a hard time sorting them all out from what actually did happen. Some of the others have gotten pretty good about knowing when to let me talk myself through it and when to cut me off and distract me."

It's shockingly vulnerable, especially for sitting in Steve Harrington's kitchen with a huge group of people just on the other side of an open doorway, and Eddie appreciates it more than he can say.

"I hyperventilate," he blurts out. "I get trapped in my head and I can't get words out. It gets worse at night and when I wake up, but Steve and Dustin have kind of figured out how to talk me down. I'm sure some new terrible way of not coping will probably come up, but that's me right now."

Robin nods, looking thoughtful. "Has Steve had a nightmare yet?"

"No," Eddie says. "I don't think so. He said he does better with one of us there, so we've been sleeping in the same room."

He isn't expecting it, but that makes Robin light up, looking at him - almost like Steve does, when Eddie did something for one of the kids, and Steve smiles so warm and open at him.

"Thank you," Robin says, toying with the handle on her mug. "My parents wouldn't let me stay over until they knew for sure I was okay, and I just - yeah, that's him. He goes into protect mode when he wakes up from a nightmare, and he needs someone there to tell him that we're all safe."

Eddie gives a little smile, trying not to give into the way his stomach does a stupid, lovesick little flutter at that. "Protective mode fits him so much better than that you're all so beneath my notice thing he did in high school."

Robin barks out a little laugh. "Right? I couldn't believe it when I actually met the real Steve and found out how dorky and sweet he was."

He lifts his mug to her in a toast, draining the rest of his coffee in one gulp. "I'll keep an eye on him for you until your parents relent," he promises, even though it feels a little disingenuous because he was planning on doing it anyway.

She shoots him a grateful smile. "It was a lot easier after Starcourt, probably because it was so new and my parents figured I'd just sneak out and be over here anyway. This time they said they'd come find me, so, you know."

So she didn't sneak out, because Eddie was here and no one can know that, and he feels a stabbing of guilt.

Robin continues before he can decide if he should say anything, though. "We came to a deal, I'm home for a week and then I can come over and stay with you guys until they start school back up again."

Fuck, okay, then. Well, no, mostly not fuck - he's kind of excited about it, actually, the idea of staying with both Steve and Robin for a while is stupidly appealing - but it means he's only got a few more days to suck it up and tell Steve he thinks they're soulmates, unless he wants to do it with Robin there. Which, actually, wouldn't be the worst thing -

"Wait, start school back up?" he asks, his mind skipping and catching on that.

She grimaces. "Yeah, with the earthquake and the school still being used as a shelter, the school year's on hold. They made sure to inform us we'll have to make the time up during summer, but, eh. Gives us more time to make sure you're graduating."

He must look a little blank, because she rolls her eyes at him.

"You're one of us now. If you think Nancy and I aren't going to make sure you're right there with us on graduation day, then, well, you've got a little more time to get your head out of your ass before the mandatory study sessions start."

Oh.

He shouldn't have finished the last of his coffee, because there's suddenly a lump in his throat that he can't quite swallow past.

There's a little bit of a commotion outside the kitchen, though, saving him from having to say anything.

"Robin!" Dustin shouts from the living room. "Is Steve lying?"

"Nice try, dingbat, you know I need more than that before giving up any of the goods!" she shouts back without hesitation.

"He says there's nothing the hospital could've done for him if he stayed and let us look after Eddie!"

Robin pauses, like she's doing a mental catalog of something, and Eddie clocks onto what it is at the same time as she calls, "Not lying! Not enough to count, anyway."

His stomach drops, and he feels like the floor goes with it.

"You and Steve are soulmates." Eddie's not sure why he says it. It's obvious, and he doesn't really want to hear it confirmed, but - he's an idiot, apparently.

"Yeah, we figured that out during Starcourt."

Eddie - needs to say something, he knows he does, because Robin's looking at him in that searching way again, like she's seeing too much of him. But what the fuck is he supposed to say? Robin's his friend, how is he supposed to tell her that he'd wanted her soulmate to be his so bad that he'd almost tested it a few times, that he still wants Steve to be his, that he's angry at her and Steve and himself and the goddamn world, even though he knows he's the only one to blame for thinking he could have this? He can't even bring himself to look at her, gaze dropping down.

"Wait, you didn't know? I thought the gremlins told you."

There's a moment of silence before he hears a sharp intake of breath, and he can't stop himself from wincing.

"Steve and I have two!" she blurts out in a whisper-shout.

His gaze snaps back up to her face, and she's staring at him wide-eyed and frantic.

"What?" he asks, feeling a little wide-eyed himself.

"Soulmates. Steve has two soulmates, and so do I."

Oh.

Oh.

"Oh," he breathes out, his eyes darting to look back at the doorway, where he can just see the back of Steve's head.

"Yup. A platonic," she says, emphasizing the word way more than is really necessary for Eddie to pick up on what she's implying. Steve hasn't found his platonic soulmate yet - it could be Eddie. "And a romantic. So, you know. If you wanted to do anything with that information. It's there."

Eddie swallows, finally looking back at her to see the way her eyes are brimming with nervous excitement. "And you're… you'd be okay with that?"

She rolls her eyes at him. "If anything, I'd be relieved. It'll be a hell of a lot easier to navigate if it's someone who's been through the Upside Down stuff. I like you, Eddie, don't go getting a big head or anything, but you're pretty great."

And that's soft and sincere enough that it actually does make his head feel a little bigger - or at least his cynical heart, anyway, because he likes her, too. He's never been jealous of her before - watching her and Steve together has always felt good, made him all gooey and fond even when he refuses to acknowledge it - and he doesn't want to be jealous of her now.

He can do this, he decides. Steve might already have a romantic soulmate, but Eddie'd already resigned himself to having a platonic soulmate more than once. He can do it, if it means having Steve.

"Cool," he says, and resists the urge to make a face at himself. "That's, uh, yeah. I'll keep that in mind."

She raises one eyebrow at him, and he groans, leaning over to plant his face on the kitchen table.

"Just leave me here," he implores her, his voice all muffled.

Robin laughs at him, though not meanly, and pats him on the head. "No," she says cheerfully. "Suck it up and take your next dose of meds and let's go into the living room."

He groans louder, but he does get up and shuffle over to down his meds, not looking at her as he sets the bottle back down. "You're pretty great, too," he admits.

She doesn't say anything in response to that, until he finally looks up to find her grinning at him.

"I know," she replies smugly. "Now come on, potential soulmate-in-law, your solitary brooding time is up."

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Part 18

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: M6 when they've gone too long without your affection

Some fluff after yesterday's post

Julian

How dare you ignore him

But not in an entitled way, more like in a "I'm baby though" kind of way

He knows you've been busy, the last several days have had you running around putting out fires and you're tired

But now his brain is yelling at him and he's remembering all the reasons he's given you to leave him (including the time he tried to leave you)

But he's a better man now, he can handle this, he just needs to show you what he wants

Which means he is going to dial up the charm to 3000

He spends the whole day tripping over himself to woo you

Let him get that door, let him grab that chair, let him pick up the tab on this one, here's a bouquet he grabbed!

And it works, you pick up from a comment here and there that he's missed you, and you're able to give him all the reassuring affection his heart desires

Now that he has what he was missing, he's melting, humming happily as you catch your breath together

You'd better not forget again

Asra

They knew they deserved this

You could only accompany him on so many of his trips, you have a shop to run and his travels are more out of nature than necessity

But they kept their trips short now, and they were so excited to surprise you

And he walked in the back door early in the morning, just in time to see you walking out the front for a morning of errands

No worries, they can wait until you get back, and they chillax in the back room for a nap

He wakes up to the sound of you back in the shop, and he's got a blanket draped over him, but you're not turning to him because you're busy talking to the customers, and you know, running a business...

It's finally evening and the last customer has left, they're setting out tea for you, and you're so tired you press a quick kiss to their cheek and plop down at the table for your refresher, asking about their trip

This isn't right, where are his snuggles???

Look at these pillows he's nestling into MC, they're so soft, you should try them

Look at their arms stretching up into the most graceful catlike arch, and look, when they come back down there's a you-shaped space right against their chest

He's lounging in the coziest pile of soft things with tousled curls and the most adoring, sleepy gaze, and he knows exactly what he's doing, and it's working

Once you succumb to the invitation, that's it, it's done, they're not letting you go until the next morning

Nadia

She's been busy, she knows that, but now that you live in the palace with her she's able to sneak five minutes with you here and there throughout the day

Except today you've been in high demand, somehow there are issues cropping up in all the parts of the palace that she isn't that require magical attention

So she misses lunch with you, and then she misses tea with you, and then she misses dinner with you, and now she's hearing that you'll have to stay in the old shop for the night and come back in the morning

Now it's hitting her that as much as you've freed her to follow through on being Countess, she's left the larger part of making time together to you

She feels awful, partially because she doesn't like knowing she didn't do something perfectly

And partially because, hey, she misses you

When you get back the next morning she's whisking you away to one of her resorts for a few days of uninterrupted relaxation

It's okay if you don't have the energy right now to show her affection, that's not going to stop her from showering you with it

Muriel

He knows he can be grouchy and difficult to approach sometimes, but you've never let that stop you

And he knows there's a rational explanation for this, you've been shuttling your possessions between the hut and the shop, getting ready to build a life with him

But he hasn't had a hug from you since yesterday morning, and now it's nearing dinner time, and you've only just arrived in the clearing with another bundle of bags

You're just happy to have the bulk of the work done, as of this evening almost everything has been taken to the correct location and all you need to do now is unpack

And there's your steadfast Muriel, lifting the bundles out of your arms and lumbering ahead of you into your new home together

Now you're reaching for the second bundle of things to put away, and oh look, it's right next to Muriel

You're searching for a cloak as the temperature drops for the night, and oh look, it's draped over his shoulder

You're sitting down to eat dinner, and look at that, your bowl and floor cushion are next to Muriel

He's not trying to be subtle, he's just setting things up so that he'll be easier to approach

You decide that's enough unpacking for the evening, and spend the rest of the night curled into his side, watching his arm creep shyly around your shoulders as the minutes pass

Portia

In case it's not clear by now, she has workaholic tendencies

You're good at pulling her out of them, the same way she's good at bringing the fun back into the crazy adventure that your life has become

Except you've been distracted lately with figuring out what that new life looks like with her, and she's been distracted doing the same thing, and neither of you have been focusing on each other enough

But this afternoon the tasks she expected to fill up her time finished up remarkably fast, and she has free time for you now

It's hitting her as she returns to the cottage that she hasn't had any energy for you at the end of the day, only enough to wish you sweet dreams

And when she gets back, you're not at the cottage, you're busy, and she hadn't thought to ask you where you would be

So now she has free time, and a chance to rest, and only Pepi to snuggle with

You get back to the comfiest space ever

There's hearty soup and bread on the table, the air is clean and fresh, and she's helping you out of your outer layer and into some cozy slippers

She's buzzing around the room, trying to ask you about your day and catch up on your plans and catching herself every time she interrupts you

Once you finish eating you help her do the dishes and two of you snuggle up in front of the fire with cocoa, daydreaming all the excitement back into your futures

Lucio

How dare you ignore him pt. 2

But this time it is definitely in the entitled way, and that's the problem

He's been enjoying the simple life with you, taking jobs, bouncing from place to place, always with you at his side to fix his oopsies, and -

Oopsie

In the last five jobs he'd taken, you've had to fix four oopsies because he didn't want to pay attention or be patient, and that was why you were ignoring him

You weren't actually ignoring him, you just wanted something less frenzied, so you had suggested that you each take shorter, separate jobs and split up for 48 hours to do them

And now he was squinting at the description for the sixth time in ten minutes, trying to figure out if he had the right beast or not, and you weren't there to tell him

At least he's able to acknowledge his shortcomings now

When the two of you meet up again, he is both ecstatic and unusually subdued

He won't let you do anything with him, he's making camp and planning your new route all by himself, so you won't need to take another break anytime soon

The thing is, you missed him too

So you're praising his work and gently pulling his tasks away from him and curling up to get a proper night's rest, safe in the assurance that he'll be there to fight off anything that comes your way

It's totally not because his compass was broken and you didn't know how to tell him

[bluegalaxygirl]

Obsession's Grip (Zosan X Reader) P5

Plot: After saving some of the straw hat crew from a prison, the crew help takes a young man away so he can have a fresh start in life. He's shy but seems to grow attached to Reader in an unhealthy way.

Warning: Bad language and Violence.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader has the ability to control the snake tattoos on her arms that come alive when she commands, they can change size and are connected to her emotions.

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The morning sun hits your eyes making you groan, rolling over you go to put your arm around one of your boys only to remember where you are and what happened yesterday. Your headache is gone leaving your mind a bit clearer but your chest still hurts, you can't tell if its emotional or physical though. Sitting up you notice Nami and Robin sleeping in the other bed meaning it's very early, Sanji's most likely up by now and the thought of talking to him pops into your head. You know you need too and now would be the best time since you'll both be busy today with docking at a new island this afternoon. Getting up you get dresses and wash your face cleaning off yesterdays tears all while trying to be quiet in order not to wake up the two girls, this time also gives you a chance to think over everything and hopefully get your head and heart in the right place before talking to Sanji and Zoro. A lot of what Percy said yesterday rang true, starting off with Sanji you know he flirts with every woman he see's and its never bothered you because you know the reason behind it, he wants to make every girl feel happy and some times a compliment or a smile can easily do that. It does scare you that a woman will flirt back and try to get him in bed or something, thats the part that hurts but you've seen it happen and how Sanji reacts. He'll still be nice to that woman but tone it down and either take your hand or start complimenting you as well and if Zoro is there the swordsman will drag the cook away even if he's in the middle of a conversation.

When it comes to Nami and Robin you have no problem with Sanji taking care of them since you know for a fact the two aren't interested in him in any way and wouldn't hurt you. You love the girls, and they deserve so much after everything they've both been through, the heart eyes, swaying over and getting what they need is Sanji's way of showing them how much he cares, of course the cook does it to you some times, it's not as often anymore so Percy wouldn't have seen that. Sanji doesn't always greet you like the other girls instead you get kisses, hugs and those soft loving eyes, your heart melts just thinking about them. Thinking back to the other day when Robin was doing Percy's hair Sanji did complement your work, yes he praised Robin more than you but the black haired woman is so skilled at that job and plus, you don't need praise when he looks at you with such love, the way his thumb ran over your cheek makes you swoon. Then there's Zoro, yes he's quiet and aloof, he doesn't show affection around anyone outside the crew but thats because he doesn't like strangers looking, Percy is a stranger so of course he won't see the way Zoro holds you and Sanji or hear his cocky and teasing comments. The swordsman is more than happy to hold and kiss you with the crew around since he trusts them and knows they won't judge your relationship unlike outsiders. As for the faking being unable to navigate is something you should have laughed at, there's no way Zoro fakes getting lost, you know he can't read a map and even if he could be would still get lost, there's no way he's faking it just to go off with some random woman that he doesn't know or trust.

When Zoro trains with your snakes you do sit and watch if you have the time but yesterday you were behind on jobs so even though it was training day you deiced to do the garden. Of course Zoro wanted you to stay and watch mainly, so he can show off, but he isn't pushy unless your in danger, if you need to do something he might complain about it, but he'll let you go. Percy didn't wait to see what the swordsman does after, Zoro will bring your snake back and if your tired he'll carry you to take a nap with him or bring you to the kitchen, he won't let you walk. He'll tell you all about the training and how amazing your ability is while thanking you and showering you in hugs and kisses, Zoro doesn't take advantage of you and has never hurt your snake on purpose. You mentally kick yourself for even thinking they would cheat on you, what Percy said was false and your sure to have a stern word with him later about it, your kind and understanding but you won't let some stranger who hardly knows your boys to insult them and comment on your relationship but first you need to apologise to Sanji, Zoro, Nami and Robin for all the trouble and hopefully clear things up. Looking back at the girls still sleeping you give them a smile before heading out the door making sure to close it quietly. The morning sun feels great on your skin bringing you a sense of happiness while walking across the deck to the kitchen "Miss Y/n" You stop in your tracks hearing Percy running up to you, taking in a breath you calm yourself before having to talk to him.

Turning your cross your arms over your chest while looking over the worried young man "I'm so sorry about yesterday, i didn't mean to upset you with all my questions, i was just curious" The young man bows while panicking a little, yes the questions bothered you but what he said about your boys bothered you more. You want to scold him, but he's been through hell and your worried yelling or being too harsh will make him scared of you, when you don't answer Percy looks away from you starting to become shy "I really am sorry, you were so kind to me and i… I was rude, not only with asking you all those questions but also commenting on two people i hardly know" The young man takes a step closer to you while taking in a deep breath "I was worried" Raising an eyebrow at him you wait for him to continue wondering why he would be worried about you or your relationship, rubbing the back of his head Percy looks down at the floor "Your really kind and understanding, i don't want anyone to take advantage of that. My mother did that to my farther so i.. I feel a little protective over people like you. I know i hardly know the two but i can't help seeing what i see. I could be wrong and misunderstand their actions so i'm sorry for stepping out of place" You can't help but stare as he rambles on, its true Percy has no idea what Sanji and Zoro are like, but he seems to realize that. There is a part of you that feels off about this though, he apologised yet still thinks he's right about what he said.

Pushing all of that away for now you might as well just take his apology so you can talk to Sanji before the rest of the crew wakes up "I appreciate you trying to look out for me but their nothing like your mother, they don't take advantage of me, and they would never cheat on me, i think its best if you don't comment any further" You state turning your back to him starting to head up the stairs only for him to grab your hand, anger boils up in you as you yank your hand away, turning to face the young man your ready to yell at him but stop when seeing him flinch while his hand blocks his face. Your heart breaks seeing him like this, Did he think you were going to hit him? your angry yes, but you wouldn't hurt him unless he attacked you "I-I'm sorry, i'm not going to hurt you, i just… I won't hurt you" You sigh stepping down the stair and taking his hand lightly in yours, he flinches again at your touch but relaxes when you pull his hand down from his face to give it a light pat "I'm a little angry that you would jump to conclusions about them, you've only just met them, you know nothing about them. I think its best if you stay away from me and my boys for a while, until everything calms down and emotions aren't as high" Patting his shoulder you head back up the stairs leaving Percy to stand there and think. You don't feel like he's a bad person, his past seems to have a big hold on him and how he see's other relationships. You know Sanji and Zoro will be mad after you tell them about what happened so warning Percy beforehand to stay away will hopefully make things easier for everyone.

Walking into the kitchen your happy to see only two people, Brook at the table drinking his morning tea and Sanji in the kitchen, the bags under his eyes means he didn't sleep well last night or maybe not at all. It seems he didn't notice you walk in since he's so focused on the food he's frying up, the unlit cigarette in his mouth dangling almost falling out, you can't tell if its because he's tired or if his mind is else where. Brook gives you a wave before pointing to the door secretly asking if he should go, not wanting to cause a scene you shake your head while giving him a smile, the skeleton nods in response going back to drinking his tea. Walking around the counter you manage to get the cook's attention "Sanji-" Your cut off when the blonde's head shoots your way starting at you in shock, then happiness and then finally panic as he quickly turns off the stove and throws his cigarette away to give you his full attention. "My love i'm so sorr-" Sanji gulps taking a few steps to meet you only for your arms to wrap around his neck pulling the blonde into you for a hug "No, i'm sorry, none of this is your fault" You whisper hoping to calm him down and keep the conversation between the two of you, relaxing into you Sanji wraps his arms around your waist while burring his head into your neck "I'm sorry for all the trouble i caused yesterday, i promise I'll explain later when its just the three of us. None of this is yours or Zoro's fault" You sigh stroking his hair as his hold tightens not wanting to let you go, the cook's chest still hurts at your actions but mainly because he's worried, with what Nami said, how your snake acted and your refusal to see them at all let him know you were beyond upset.

After a while of holding you close confirming to himself that you are actually here and in his arms and not a figment of his imagination, Sanji pulls away to look at you but keeps his arms around your waist. Smiling up at him you run your hands from the back of his neck to his cheeks cupping them while rubbing his soft skin with your thumbs. "Are you alright my love? are you hurt? Did you eat last night? Do you need anything?" The blonde whispers placing his forehead against yours, sighing you know he's worried but the constant questions bring you back to yesterday making you tense up a bit "I'm sorry my love" Sanji pulls away unsure of what made you tense up all of a sudden, trying to relax you wrap your arms around his neck again placing your head in his neck "I can't take constant questions at the moment, my minds still a little… could i have some tea?" You ask pulling away hoping it will help you wake up and calm down, nodding Sanji gives you a smile while placing a kiss on your forehead that you lean into "Of course my love" letting you go the cook rushes off to make you some tea while you lean against the counter looking down at the pan on the stove, before you know it a cup of tea is placed next to you as the blonde's hand runs up your side "Would you like some?" Nodding at his question the cook places a kiss on your cheek, turning the heat back on Sanji gets back to cooking a smile on his face now instead of that gloomy look. "Mind if i stay here?" You ask picking up your cup of tea and blowing on it.

The cook happily nods glad that your wanting to be around him, it also conforms that your not mad or upset with him like he thought last night. Putting a plate down next to you Sanji places another kiss on your forehead missing your touch, rubbing his arm you lean into it also missing his touch "I love you" You whisper once he pulls away, cupping your face the blonde gives you those loving soft eyes that makes your heart melt immediately healing any and all heart ache from last night "I love you too, Mi amour" Sanji whispers back but doesn't make a move to kiss you in case you don't want that, putting your cup down you hold his hands to your face enjoying his warm and soft hands before leaning closer placing a kiss on his lips. The cook relaxes into the kiss while humming in delight his thumbs caressing your cheeks, pulling away you both linger close to each other for a while before separating fully so you can eat and Sanji can get back to cooking. More and More of the crew arrive and soon even Percy joins mainly being dragged in my Luffy and Usopp who are both excited about the island their docking at later today, although you don't know if its inhabited or not yet. The door to the kitchen opens once more raveling a very tired Zoro who's still in his sleeping bottoms, running a hand through his messy hair and yawning the swordsman heads into the kitchen area hoping for some coffee but stops in his tracks when noticing you leaning against the counter looking him over. The swordsman gulps looking from you to the cook hoping to find out if it's ok to approach or not.

The look of slight panic and confusion is clear on his face so you push off the counter and step over to him "I'm sorry Zo" You whisper wrapping your arms around his neck, Zoro instantly latches onto you wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you tightly into him "Fuck baby, you had me worried. What the hell happened?" Despite his sigh of relief to have you in his arms the swordsman was still tense, holding him just as tight you run your hand into his hair while placing a kiss on his neck "I'm sorry i worried you but I'll explain later, When its just us three alone. You and Sanji didn't do anything wrong, i just needed time to get my head in the right place" You whisper pulling away to place a hand on his cheek, looking closely at his face you can see he had a restless night. Zoro leans into your touch while keeping a tight hold around your waist not wanting you to pull away from him "I understand that you needed time but don't worry us like that. I love you baby" Smiling at his words you lean in and lightly kiss his lips "I love you too, Zoro" You whisper back against his lips before kissing them again, the swordsman smiles into the kiss while kissing back finally relaxing his body. Sanji smiles at the two of you while putting a cup of coffee down and plate of food "Come on, before it gets cold" The cook comments with a small laugh, pulling away you kiss his lips a few times before trying to pull away but his hold stays tight around you "Let me hold you… just a little longer" Its rare for the swordsman to beg especially with the crew present.

It catches you off guard making you stand there and stare at him for a minute, but he doesn't let go, snapping out of your shock a sigh escapes your lips but your smile remains giving him a nod. Backing you up to the counter Zoro refuses to let go of you for even a second, one hand tightly around you while the other grabs his coffee "Thanks" The swordsman smirks at the cook who nods leaning over to lightly kiss the man before getting back to cooking. The three of you relax listening to the crew at the table all talking, laughing and eating, on occasions Sanji will walk over to deliver more food or fill up cups, as time went by the cook started looking at the clock making you slightly nervous "What's wrong?" You ask with your arms around Zoro who's holding you tightly with both arms, his chin resting on your shoulder to look over the crew behind you. Sanji sighs turning the stove off and whipping his hands "Nami and Robin aren't up yet, It's not a problem its just…. We're approaching an island soon, and we need Nami for that, i want to go and wake them but i also.. Don't want to leave you" The blonde steps closer placing his hand on your cheek, taking his hand you place a kiss on his palm "I'll be here when you get back, i'm not going anywhere. Plus waking up to you is a treat" You smirk seeing the cook start to blush at your words making you giggle, Sanji wipes his nose as a bit of blood trickles out before kissing your cheek "Your too sweet my love" The cook smiles while starting to make some tea and food for the girls.

You were too distracted with the cook to feel the eyes on you but Zoro noticed, looking over your shoulder the swordsman's eyes land on Percy sitting in between Usopp and Chopper who where talking loudly but the young man just sits there his eyes on you and your interaction with the cook. It didn't bother Zoro too much since it looks like the young man was just staring off into space with a blank expression, his mind most likely else where but that changed when the cook kissed you. A slight growl leaves the swordsman's lips as Percy's jaw clenches, his eyes narrow and nostrils flair clearly pisses, as Sanji walks away from you the young man glares at the cook his hands gripping the knife on the table. Zoro tenses while releasing you from his hold ready to jump in if need be, the world around him goes quiet unable to hear your concern at his sudden action. The swordsman's eyes are fixed on Percy who slowly starts to relax while letting go of the knife and turning his attention to the group talking around him. "Zoro?" You ask concerned placing a hand on his chest trying to push him off you, the swordsman finally snaps out of his predatory gaze to look down at you seeing the position he's put you in. His hands gripping the counter either side of you the muscles in his arms tight locking in place, his heaving chest presses up against you pinning you to the counter to the point where your hips dig into the edge making it more uncomfortable. His angry energy making you gulp as he looms over you but his eyes widen in shock before stepping back "Sorry baby" Zoro panics his white knuckled hands releasing the counter.

Sanji walks over placing the try of drinks and food down he was going to give to the girls before noticing what was going on "What is wrong with you?" The cook asks with a mix of concern and anger, looking over at the cook Zoro takes another step back only for you to grab his hand, you couldn't see what the swordsman was looking at but something clearly got his blood thirsty attention, the look on his face before scared you a little since you've only seen it a hand full of times, usually ending up with someone dead. "I'm sorry, I'll tell you later" Zoro sighs his eyes going back to Percy who's laughing and joking with the crew like nothing happened, Sanji raises his eyebrow while looking at the table. You do the same but quickly look back wondering if it was Percy who upset Zoro, did the swordsman figure out it was him who made you upset or was it something else? "Try to calm down. I'll be back soon" Sanji pats the green haired man on the shoulder before picking up the tray and making his way out of the kitchen, Zoro nods leaning against the counter while keeping an eye on the table. He wanted to follow the cook, make sure nothing happens, but he also doesn't want to leave you so for now he'll watch the young man and if he makes a move to leave the swordsman will have no problem stopping him one way or the other. Rubbing Zoro's arm you lean close to him hoping to calm him down, the swordsman starts to relax but doesn't take his eye of the table, your happy that at least he's no longer looking to kill. Wrapping your arms around his waist you bury your head in his neck giving it a kiss as his arm moves around your waist the other tapping on the counter.

[dragonform]

Dragons Rising Season 2 Pt1 overall thoughts!

WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS DO NOT CLICK UNLESS YOU'VE WATCHED THE WHOLE THING

In no particular order:

Wow, this season was the heaviest one yet. I'd been a bit disappointed by how Season 1 seemed a bit light on the life lessons that I found so compelling in Ninjago. Well, DR2 delivered in spades, from the theme of secrets, to the issues of mental health. Never should've doubted Ninjago writers!

WHY LEAVE SO MANY UNRESOLVED THREADS THOUGH. Not even clues for fans to speculate on?!?

Like what happened in Cole's journey to follow Master Wu?

What really is that glowing orb sprite thingy? Because it showed up in the Monastary of Spinjitzu to close the portal gate, right? How was it doing that before they'd even traveled to Mysterium? Have I misunderstood something? (Granted, I had to do chores here and there so I really might've missed something... need a rewatch)

Where did Cinder even come from? How did Ras recruit him? What's his story?

What really is Arin's object spinjitzu power?

Of course I'm sure all of this will be resolved/revealed eventually, but it seems a lot to conclude in the next 10 episodes. Oh wait, they've said they have enough material for a few more seasons right? Well, sure looks like enough for at least a third season.

I think the ones who are gonna have a falling out are Arin and Sora. It's gonna be revealed, maybe at some critical point, that he didn't actually do object spinjitzu to get them the win, and it's gonna destroy his self confidence as well as his trust in Sora.

They're gonna get all of the Forbidden Five out eventually, possibly by shoving more ninja through the gate. Which is fine, because the ninja will just meet up and come back through the Power of Friendship!

SO CURIOUS to find out what the elemental powers of the Forbidden Five are.

I was a little disappointed by the lack of Euphrasia though. I thought for sure she'd have a more major role this season, but she still remained a side character for most of it. Oh well, patience!

BONZLE. I did NOT expect her story to go this way. Still trying to wrap my brain around a sentient spell, but hey. It's Ninjago.

Love her so much though she's so precious.

Speaking of precious, ZANE. That's it. That's the whole thought.

No, I AM going to expand on that. Look at how he had such a vast knowledge of the Administration's rules and regulations. Look at how he stalled them with it. Look at the pride he had in helping them raise their efficiency by NINE PERCENT. IT COULD'VE BEEN TEN YOU GUYS. IF HE HADN'T GOTTEN RESCUED.

MR FROHICKY. I need that Frohicky plushie like YESTERDAY.

Also PUPPY COLE PLUSH WHEN

COLE. He's still protecting and trying to comfort everyone. What an amazing fight he put on at the monastary, almost a one-man army against the Adminstration's mechs, with Gandalaria's support. I bet his failure to protect Zane would have devastated him if Zane had been deactivated permanently. Fortunately Gandalaria knows more about nindroids than she should...

GANDALARIA! Endlessly positive and chirpy and disorganised. Like a more established Fungus. Wish I could be her. Loved seeing her dynamic with Cole being her straight man (hush, yes I know.)

So happy to see Kai get his focus for a change. Love Lloyd but he gets the focus like... every season. Kai needs the love. He's really cool this season.

Nya gets the least focus :( I miss her

WHY are all the ninjas' powers only as powerful as the plot calls for it :/ Zane's frozen way more than just a runaway mech back in the day!

I still think Ras looks too cuddly to be taken seriously as an antagonist. I mean would you not hug a Ras plushie? Look at those eyes. Look at that nose.

Is Ras's master a Source Dragon or the Overlord? OR BOTH?

Love Rontu, but she is such an archetypal (?) Nurturing Mentor to Egalt's Grumpy Old Master

Egalt has dragon cancer :( he looks way cooler in the show than he looked in the promotional materials and the set

I haven't talked about Jay, have I? JAY. Oh how my heart skipped a beat when he showed up pointing that gun/taser at Bonzle. I literally said out loud "OH NO OH NO OH NO".

I think that was the single most terrifying part of the whole season for me. I don't even know why it was so visceral. I think I was worried that his entire peronality had changed, though I don't know why I thought that, since in Pt1 he was literally playing video games instead of working.

So I was actually relieved to hear that he felt he didn't really belong in the Administration. Pre-merge Jay probably couldn't even fill out a single form properly. He probably had Nya or Zane or Cole do all the paperwork for him.

He clearly wasn't suprised that he had control over lightning. Why did nobody know about it? He's the kinda guy who'd use his powers for entertainment if he didn't have a good reason to hide them.

He didn't recognise his own ninja outfit D:

Lastly, the Finders - I'm also a little troubled by how Cole seems to put them ahead of his ninja family, but then again. He knows the ninja are all very capable warriors who can take care of themselves. On the other hand, for who knows how long, he had felt responsible for protecting his little newfound family. It makes sense that he would continue priotising them even after finding his old family.

In conclusion, Cole is such a dad :D

And to wrap it up, NEED PT 2 NOW 6 MONTHS IS TOO LONG TO WAIT NETFLIX /shakes fist

Sorry that was so long and rambling! Fun though.

I had wanted to do a blow by blow reaction post of every episode, but I can't seem to get clear photos from my device without major reflection issues. Still trying though!

[youcantrewind]

Find the Word Tag

Okay so, @indecentpause tagged my dnd character's aesthetic side blog (@silverthebard) and I'm feeling like that might have been either a typo or just reeeeally randomly chosen out of a hat, since I don't touch that account much these days and have never posted any writing there. BUT whether it was actually meant for me or not, I'm gonna do it anyways because it seems fun. 😂

I'm just gonna do it over here instead, because my "WIP"* isn't related to my boy Silver. (*quotes because it's done but I'm not done editing and posting the last chapter yet, so it's technically still a WIP, right?)

Okay. The task was find the words up, down, left, right, and start.

Bits from 'what if we kissed in the brig?'!

up:

Jeremy smirked at them, picking up the sparse tray, and headed back the way he'd come. Let's just get this over with, he thought to himself, hurrying back through the dining room. The less he had to look at the moofmilker in the shiny armor, the better.

down:

Tal just sat down next to him, back against the wall as well. "You're not the prisoner. You don't need to lock yourself up in here."

"I'm not locked in here," Jeremy jabbed his thumb towards the vent. "And technically neither are you. I've been meaning to ask you about that, actually..."

"About what?" Tal pulled his knees up, resting his arms on them.

"You know the vent is an escape route, but you've never used it, have you?"

Tal rested his chin on his arms. "I don't want to escape. I belong in here."

left:

Under the brig's bench was a crumpled piece of clothing, left from yesterday, forgotten. But it was his, and it was soft, and it smelled like him, and Tal didn't know why it helped but he pulled it into his bedroll, hugged it close, and fell soundly back asleep.

right:

He breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly wondering why the Captain hadn't provided him with a sidearm of some sort for this job. Surely this was dangerous, right? What if he had tried to escape? The closest thing Jeremy had to combat training was...

Well. He had a lot of siblings. Did that count?

start:

He shook that thought from his head, frustrated at how easily his mind wanted to destroy the trust that he thought they'd been building. No, he wouldn't let himself succumb to those dark thoughts and start sabotaging this conversation with another grumpy mood swing.

Believe in him, please. It's all you have.

There we go. I'll tag... hmm, who have I seen who has mentioned they've possibly got WIPs on the go? @abner-krill @ms-nerd and whoever else sees it and wants to take part. Your words to find are ones I saw someone else give out, because I like the possibilites: first, second, never and forever

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Happy Easter Mystery! :3 (gives hugs while stuffing my face with chocolate because I'm a chocoholic XD ) Do you want another potential Sonic 3 scenario? :3 I thought this potential one up yesterday...think hypothetically in the middle of the story ;)

It was eerie as Tom and Maddie maneuvered through the halls of the old research labs. It was...so spooky.

Something full of the most modern tech, that modern day phone and technology companies would be jealous of...yet fully abandoned...

"Jeez..." Tom muttered, trying to break the silence that was quietly freaking him out, "To think that 50 years ago, there was all this...tech, makes the likes of Star Trek outdated...it's so odd."

"Oh?" Maddie responded, trying to humour the situation, "And...the fact that our three boys are aliens from across the galaxy is not at all...odd to you?"

Tom gave a small smirk, "Alright, alright."

Maddie giggled a bit, readjusting the little backpack full of some of Tails' helpful gadgets on her shoulder.

Although, mentioning their boys...Tom was now stuck in thought.

"Maddie...do you think..."

Maddie held his hand, "I know...I'm worried to. But...our boys, their...very smart. They've been in this sort of scenario before - not exactly of course, but still - and...if they DO need our help, then, they can just call us. Their smart kids, and they have each others backs."

"Right. Just...well...you saw what that...hedgehog did to them back at the house..."

Maddie shuddered at the memory. She couldn't deny what happened...

Sneaking through the rooms, Tom saw something on an old table. A old rectangle block...picking it up - it was an old VHS tape. MAN, now did Tom feel old...

But then he saw the title on the side, written in big ink.

'PROJECT SHADOW - CASE STUDY 8'

"...Project Shadow..."

"Shadow..." Maddie asked, "Isn't...that the name of the black Hedgehog Sonic told us about?"

Tom looked around, and saw an old, dusty monitor in the corner, with an old VHS system attached and plugged in. Something told him to put the tape in.

And he did.

The TV switched on, Tom and Maddie got in front to watch it.

'"Is this on- it's on? Oh! Yes! Project Shadow Case Study, part 8.'"

An man appeared on the screen, dressed in a white lab coat, and he had a moustache...a moustache that slightly resembled...

Tom and Maddie dared not speak up his name...but shared a glance at each other.

"'His vita- I mean! It's vitals are running perfectly normal! It's almost as though this creature was like us humans! It's a big breakthrough! Our next sta- M-Maria!'"

A girl ran past, behind the old man. Presumably Maria.

A teen girl she seemed, with beautiful golden hair, dressed in a blue dress and cardigan, and had the giggle of an angel.

"'Sorry Grandfather! Shadow's idea!'"

"'No it wasn't.'"

Tom and Maddie noticed a...familiar face walking up to Maria. A black hedgehog...with read markings on his quills. Was it...

It was.

Shadow.

His face showed much more...happier marks. His eyes were gentle, innocent...and a smile was on his face.

Tom was stuck, looking at Shadow's face...he gulped a little, somewhat anxious.

"'Alright you two! Run off now. Haha, I'll join you in a moment, I need to record this-'"

"'What is this?'" The black hedgehog asked, walking up to a gadget - an old record player.

"'Press it Shadow!'"

"'M-Maria! Don't encourage him-!'"

'Lord almighty, feel my temperature rising-'

"'Grandpa? You listen to-!"

A laugh could be heard coming from the black hedgehog...a laugh...that tugged the heartstrings of the two humans watching the screen.

"'Oh!!! No! don't touch it-! Uh- E-End of case study!'"

And the video stopped.

Tom and Maddie were frozen, watching it. They both could feel the mixed emotions between them. Maddie then turned to her husband, who was still staring at the now blank screen.

"...Tom...?"

"...Sorry, it's just...it's...seeing...if that is really...who we think it is, then why does...he reminds me of..."

"...Sonic."

"...Yeah."

Maddie hugged Tom's arm, rubbing his hand supportively. Tom just shook his head and looked at her. His eyes were pained...

"Just...what the heck happened to make him become...this."

👉🥺👈 Vinyl lover Shadow, my beloved 👉🥺👈 My heart ❤️🥺❤️

[crabs-nonsense]

Something I love is my mom's romantic relationship. Like her partner and the ways they interact are both so wholesome and amazing. So you guys are gonna unlock some lore here.

Over two years ago my dad cheated on my mom and she said their relationship was over, because that was a rule she's always had for herself, once a cheater always a cheater. After that she started dating her current partner in a long distance relationship. They are an enby who lives in Norway and the two of them met on tiktok because they both cosplay the marauders era from Harry Potter.

In the two years they've been together my mother has gone and spent several months visiting them and meeting their family twice, once for summer and once for winter. Their family loves her and regularly invites her to things even though she can't attend. They video chat pretty much daily and text constantly. They've seen eachother at their highs and lows and been there through it all. An extremely funny fact is that my mom started learning Norwegian from a 6yr old with a very specific dialect and a speech impediment, because her partners son mostly speaks Norwegian with a bit of English.

Anyways the reason I was thinking about this is that yesterday I was in a voice chat with my bsd cosplay friends and my mom was across from me talking about the paperwork for getting citizenship through marriage with her partner. And I'd said she doesn't have to be engaged for a long time before getting married, which very much confused my friends and I had to explain. So it's been on my mind lol.

I love that they've talked about the steps needed for all of us the get citizenship, and how to get my sister and I onto disability there. And they even told my mom they might get a bigger house just so we can all still live together. They also send us Norwegian candy from time to time (sending things to the US is super expensive so it's not very often). They also send all her kids presents both randomly and for birthdays and Christmas. I have a crocheted pokemon plushie from them that I absolutely adore.

But yeah despite my mom being completely done with my dad he spent a year and a half trying to "win her back" but in like a really semi toxic roundabout way that all of us could see would never work except for him. And he only this year finally moved out of the house. Divorce papers FINALLY got filed and we all know he's going to drag it out and fight for full custody just to spite her. So because of that my mom and her partner are only dating, but mom has said the moment the divorce goes through she wants to take a small trip to Norway so we can all meet them in person and she wants to propose in person. Her partners son (again he's six) insists he's planning their wedding (they've never said anything about getting married to him), and he collects rocks and shells every time they go to the beach to use as center pieces for the tables.

Another thing is that with the safety of trans people quickly fading here they've also talked about how if things get bad enough that we are in danger here, we can all go to Norway. Like they told my mom if she suddenly said hey we're getting on a plane and will be there at x time, they will get their family together to get large enough transportation and housing for us (I have 4 siblings so there's 6 of us in all).

And and and!!! They are also disabled and have been since they were a kid. They don't have the same issues my sister and I do but they do have joint problems and chronic pain just like us so its been amazing to be getting first hand advice for a lot of things. They are so amazing i can't wait to meet them in person and give them a hug honestly.

[nvvermore]

Idle Worship

The apprentice seeks Amaryllis’s help in the investigation

[the lovers]

words: 1.5k

cw: none

accompaniment

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A whole afternoon socializing with the courtiers leaves me exhausted. Even after Nadia retired for the evening, the group still demanded my attention, with no way to escape, until Portia finally came along to distract them.

We walk through the halls and chat for a little while, Portia doing most of the talking about whatever little things happened around the Palace today. When there’s a short lull in the conversation, I take my chance.

“When do you think Amaryllis will show up? To court, I mean.”

Portia gives me a knowing smirk. “They really caught your eye, huh? They’ll do that to you. As for showing up, good luck. Since I've been here, they only really leave their quarters to hunker down in the music room.”

“Do you know why?”

“Not really, I've tried to get them to open up— they’re pretty friendly to me— but I got nothing. Apparently they've been like that since before I showed up.” Portia explains. “Staff who have been here longer than me say that it all started after the Count’s death. Some say it was in mourning, some say it was out of guilt, but no one has a concrete explanation as to why.”

“But before they weren't like that?”

“Apparently not. Before, they were one of the biggest names in Vesuvia thanks to their music. Anyone who was anyone wanted to see them perform, whether it was at the opera or down in the South End at some dive. Their contributions to the city, from their art to their aid during the plague, were well documented. And then it just stops.”

“Their aid?”

“They were treating the sick. Their music has a magical quality, it was rumored that they were able to create a song that healed people. On top of that, they took anything they made financially and funneled most of it back into the city. The Count and the courtiers hated them for it.”

Everything starts to make sense to me as Portia explains. I need Amaryllis to get to the bottom of all this. I can't wait a second longer.

“Do you know where I can find Amaryllis now?”

“Probably the music room, but they really don't like to be disrupted while they're working in there.” Portia glances up at the clock on the wall as the two of them pass by. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go check on the Countess. But please, don't go and bother Amaryllis, okay? Cause I’ll end up hearing all about it.” She bids me farewell with a quick side-hug, dashing down the hall towards what must be the Countess’s wing.

All alone for the first time in forever, I take it upon myself to wander the palace halls, looking for any sign of the songstress.

It’s already been a long day, and I haven't even had time to recover from yesterday.

Julian breaking into the shop again, the masquerade announcement, whatever happened with Asra at the fountain. It’s all been so much, compared to just a few days ago when all I had to worry about was tarot readings and restocking shelves. But something in me tells me not to stop now.

I stroll down the halls, admiring the craftsmanship of everything from the delicately carved moldings on the ceiling to the art hung on the walls, making turn after turn, getting lost in the maze of the Palace.

Eventually, one more turn brings me to a dead end, with a set of large, carved double doors at the end of it. From behind them, I can hear a soft melody being played on the piano. It’s enchanting, and strangely familiar, and I can't help but follow the sound until I’m against the door, just trying to hear the music clearly.

l’m so lost in the melody that I don't notice the door opening until I’m practically falling into the room. A few discordant notes are hit and the music stops, and I look up to find Amaryllis, the court musician, behind the piano, quickly standing from their place at the bench.

“Can I help you?” they ask, their gaze sharp as the grimace at me.

“I’m sorry, I was just—“

“Barging in on me? The least you could have done was knock.”

“The music… It was just so…”

“It was nothing.” Amaryllis studies me for a moment longer, before sitting back down on the bench. “Now, if you'll excuse me.”

I watch as they position their fingers on the keys, preparing to play once more.

“Why are you still here?”

I take a few steps closer to the piano. “Actually. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh really?” they ask, with a mild air of annoyance. I ignore it.

“Yes. From what Portia and the Countess have mentioned, you've been here at the Palace a long time.” Amaryllis keeps their head down, focusing on the keys as I speak. “Were you there the night the Count was murdered?”

They slam the cover down, rising once more. “Why do you need to know?” they ask, a strange amount of ire directed at me.

“I’m sure you know by now why the Countess has invited me here. I’m just doing my due diligence to track down Doctor Devorak.”

“If you were truly trying to bring him in, you would already know he’s back in the city.”

Amaryllis knows?

They stare me down, towering over me, eyes cold and accusing. Their demeanor is enough to make me lose the small shred of confidence I had.

“I— I haven't been able to pin him down just yet. I need help.” I plead, but the way Amaryllis regards me doesn't change.

“Strange. It doesn't take much to pin him down. Last I checked he was just begging for retribution.” There's an inkling of disdain in their tone— not as much as there is when Asra talks about him— but it’s enough for me to pick up on the negative feelings they have about Julian.

“The Countess told me that you once made it your mission to know everything going on in the city.” I mention, trying a different approach to get through to them.

“She must have neglected to mention that my services come with a price.”

“Why didn't she just ask you to find him if you know so much?”

“She did. And I told her no. And I’ll tell you the same thing.”

I can't quite figure out Amaryllis’s motive. It’s not love, like Portia. It’s not justice, like Nadia. They’re similar to Asra, but withholding what they know has nothing to do with protection. Once I figure it out, maybe they’ll give me something.

“What if I don't ask you to find him? What if I just ask you to help me find the truth?”

“The truth?” they scoff.

“Of what happened that night. I have a feeling you might be the only one who really knows.”

“Even if I do know, I can't tell you.”

“Why? Are you protecting yourself? Are you guilty?”

From behind their veil, Amaryllis’s hard expression cracks, for just a split-second. Had I blinked, I would have missed the subtle downturn of their lips, full of regret.

Was Amaryllis somehow the Count’s killer? Going undetected within the walls of the Palace all these years? I don't want to believe it, but everything they say only pushes me closer to the conclusion.

They take a deep breath, letting it out with an audible sigh, arms dropping down to their side. “Lucio was a horrible man and leader. He deserved worse than what happened to him. My greatest regret is that it wasn't under my hands that he suffered.”

“I’m not very inclined to believe you if you won't even tell me anything.”

“Why would I let you shed unnecessary light on his death?” Amaryllis’s voice raises into a shout. “So that his spirit can rest easy? So the people can suffer some more as we dredge up another spectacle about it? Making everyone he victimized relieve it all over again? I don't think so.”

It finally hits me then.

Vengeance.

“Portia told me you used to do everything to aid the people. You were actively assisting and donating all of your salary during the plague. I know you cared once. Tell me so that the people can have closure. So you can. So that Julian doesn't end up as the Count’s last victim. Don't let your hate for him overpower your love for this city.”

“You don't know me,” they spit.

“I feel like I do.” It’s true, somehow.

Suddenly, Amaryllis turns, gathering up the pages of music that were spread out upon the piano. They brush past me, heading for the door.

“I hope you find what you're looking for, but it won't be from me.” Amaryllis says, not bothering to address me directly.

And with that, they're gone. The receding sound of their heels is the only sign that they were ever here.

[emmaelix]

Not My Dead Body: Chapter Four

I DON'T OWN MHA. THIS IS FANFICTION AND NOT CANON FOR A REASON.

This is chapter four, so if you want to start from the beginning click here, then here for chapter two, then here for chapter three. I don't own anybody but Y/n Kirishima, and only her concept. Also, I'm sorry I haven't gotten to changing the masterlist yet, but what can I say, I'm lazy.

He might not be as angry, but he's still violent. Sorry for not updating for a while, but I've had writer's block and finally decided to just power through since I don't want to abandon this one. Also yes, Mina and Katsuki are besties.

TW: Kidnapping, pregnancy, implication of *ahem* fun

Y/n sat at her desk doing paperwork, still reeling from yesterday's events. How would the killer have known they were still there and knew about the murder? They'd have to be inside- that was it! Katsuki had mentioned that their dead body's partner worked with her at the police force.

"Enji... Todoroki! Now, where is the phone number for the tip hotline?" Y/n said, searching her papers until she found the numbers she was looking for.

"Hello, Japan Police Department, Hero Precinct. If your's or someone else's life is in danger, please hang up and call 110 for a police need or 119 for an ambulance. If you need to speak with the tip hotline, please press 1-"

There was a beep as Y/n pressed 1. "Hello, tip hotline. What information would you like to pass on anonymously to the police?" At least this time an actual human answered the phone.

"Hello, this is Y/n Kirishima, I work for the JPDHP, and I would like to say I believe I know who killed the woman found a few weeks back. I believe her name was Kaina Tsutsumi, she worked for the JPD."

"You said your name was Y/n Kirishima? Any relation to Eijirou Kirishima?"

Y/n furrowed her brow. "Yes, he's my brother, but I'm not sure why that matters."

"The killer you think you know the identity of? Well, they've kidnapped your brother. They say he'll be killed in five days unless the PD gives up trying to find them."

Y/n felt a stab in her heart. She was so shocked she almost dropped her phone. "Why are you telling me that? Don't you think that's a little personal?"

"Well, Miss Kirishima, you've helped me and my boss determine you're a threat to our operation and since your brother wouldn't give up your location you've done so for us."

"What the hell do you mean by that?!"

"I mean, Y/n, that you're right. The killer is an insider. Who I happen to like very much, so I will be protecting h- them," Then the woman on the phone hung up. Y/n's stomach was churning and she was now regretting having sushi for lunch.

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Y/n was still in shock as she continued putting papers away. "I can't believe it," she kept muttering, her hands shaking almost violently.

"You can't believe what?" Katsuki Bakugo asked from the doorway, a cup of coffee in his hand and papers in the other. He wore a red silk shirt with a black suit coat and black jeans today, his hair messy as usual.

Y/n felt the incredibly stupid urge to run over and begin sobbing in Katsuki's arms. She stopped herself from running to Katsuki, but she didn't manage to stop her tears from beginning to flow again.

The papers Katsuki had been holding were dropped to the floor in an instant, and his coffee was set on a shelf close to him. He moved quickly to Y/n's side, pulling her into a hug. "Hey, what's wrong? Did that jackass insult your clothes yesterday?"

"Well, yes, but that isn't-"

"Oh, I'll beat his ass for you! I'll shove a sock down his throat!" Katsuki said gleefully, looking much too happy to assault Y/n's dinner date with his wardrobe. "Wait, what do you mean that isn't what's bothering you?"

"It was an inside job. The murder, I mean. I think Enji Todoroki did it. The woman I called to tip told me that Eiji'd been kidnapped and then told me she was working for the murderer and she slipped up and called him he and," Y/n trailed off into sobs, the rest of her story inaudible through her gasping and crying.

Katsuki stiffened but immediately pulled Y/n closer to him. "Hey, it'd okay. We'll find him, don't you dare worry. Listen, it's almost five, why don't I take you home and we can eat dinner with Mina. I'm sure she's shaken up."

"Mina!" Y/n exclaimed, her tears stopping. "Oh no, I'm not sure Mina knows yet!"

Katsuki kept his arm around Y/n, guiding her to their boss's office. He knocked on the door and Toshinori Yagi opened it almost immediately. "Y/n, Katsuki, what can I do for you both? And- Y/n have you been crying?" Toshinori moved to his desk and pulled out a box of tissues, handing them to Y/n. "Katsuki, what happened?"

"Her brother was kidnapped. That's all I know because she just kept crying," Katsuki said, lightly rubbing Y/n's back as she hiccuped away her tears.

"She- she threatened me and told me that I'd told her I was a 'threat' and that they'll kill Eiji in five days if JPD doesn't give up and that the killer was an insider," Y/n said, her tears now dried as lines through her foundation.

"Katsuki, take Y/n home. Don't worry about coming in tomorrow, either of you. I know you'll probably take it hard, Y/n, so I want Katsuki to be there for you. I'll get Tamaki to fill in for you. It's Wednesday, anyway, so just come back on Monday and you'll still get paid for tomorrow and Friday," Toshinori said, looking vaguely dazed from the news of the elder Kirishima's capture.

The next half hour went by in a blur, from people telling Y/n how much her brother meant to him like he was dead or something to them pulling up at their apartment building. Then time began to inch forward as Y/n realized no one had told Mina why her boyfriend would've even been kidnapped.

Y/n stopped Katsuki before they entered the apartment stairwell. "Mina doesn't know about the body. We need to tell her everything, Katsuki. It's our fault Eiji was even kidnapped in the first place," Y/n said, watching as Katsuki's face paled considerably.

"Shit. We do, don't we?" Katsuki said, nervously playing with his hands as they began walking up from the ground floor to the second floor and apartment 2-A.

Y/n knocked quietly on the door and was greeted by Mina's bright face. Mina Ashido - fairly short in stature but making it up personality-wise - had bright pink dyed hair that fell to right at her neck. She had tan skin and brown eyes with flecks of amber.

Mina's face fell when she saw the expressions on both Katsuki's and Y/n's faces. "What's wrong? Wait, where's Eijirou?"

"He's been-" Y/n's voice broke so she paused and tried again. "Meen he's been kidnapped."

Mina's eyes grew wide and Y/n began to worry she was going to fall over or punch someone. Y/n reached out and grabbed Mina, pulling her into a hug. Katsuki cleared his throat awkwardly. "We uh, were going to make dinner so we were wondering if you'd like to come to my place to have dinner not alone not that that isn't perfectly fine, but-"

Mina stopped him. "That'd be very nice, Bakugo. I'd like that. We can talk then and figure out why he was kidnapped."

Y/n and Katsuki shared a look that meant only a few words. We're so screwed. (AN: Insert a video of Moxxie (Helluva Boss) drunkenly saying "You gon' be so facked" if you want a laugh.)

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Mina sat on Katsuki's couch, her face completely blank with the news of what had been found in the very apartment she was now in. "So he was kidnapped because... you found the dead body of a police officer?"

Y/n cringed at the simple explanation. "Yeah, pretty much. We're fairly certain that a police officer killed her, too. It's- yeah," Y/n couldn't find anything else to explain.

Mina took a spoonful of ice cream from her bowl and slowly ate it, thinking as she did so. "Well, it isn't your fault. Or anyone's, for that matter. Except for that ass Enji if he did it."

Although Y/n knew Mina cursed it still always took her aback when her friend did so. Katsuki grinned evilly. "I knew you had it in you to swear."

"I think you did the right thing, but I'm a bit pissed you didn't invite me to your murder-solving parties," Mina said, then she looked at her finger. "I'm also a bit pissed at myself."

Y/n looked at Mina's finger, trying to find what she was looking at. "What's wrong, Meen?"

"Kirishima asked me to marry him and I- I thought he was proposing for a reason," Mina said, looking guilty.

Y/n's brain went in circles trying to figure out why her brother would propose until she finally found a reason. "Meen, are you pregnant?"

Mina nodded. "I told him a few days ago and when he proposed I thought he was proposing because of the baby. Then I found a receipt this morning from a jeweler from six months ago. I was going to apologize to him tonight at supper."

Katsuki sighed heavily. "Mina, we'll get him back, you know that, right?"

Hugging her sister-in-law-to-be, Y/n said, "We will, Meens. He's right."

Mina nodded. "I know. I'm going to go to bed, I'll see you both tomorrow, right?"

"Yep. We have a few days off," Katsuki said, pulling Mina in for a half-hug. "I'll make breakfast in the morning."

Mina nodded and then left, with both Y/n and Katsuki watching her leave. "Holy hell," Y/n said when Mina had gone. "I did not expect to be an aunt this soon."

Katsuki snorted. "You've got to be kiddin' me. I hear them going at it like rabbits all night, I'm surprised they've gone this long."

Y/n choked on her own spit. "I could've gone all my life without knowing that."

Y/n moved to clean up some of the dishes. "Stay here tonight, would you?" Katsuki said, a bit softer than his normal voice.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want you getting hurt or kidnapped. Y/n," Katsuki said, motioning for Y/n to sit down next to him on the couch. "I uhm, I have something to say, but I'm not sure how to say it.

Y/n sat down, looking him in the eyes. "I'll go first then. Katsuki, how do you feel? Right now, with just me and this close?"

Katsuki swallowed, oddly nervous. "I feel," he paused. "I feel safe. I feel trusted."

"And I feel loved, Katsuki. I feel safe, trusted, and loved when you're close to me. You helped me when we were stuck at work and you help me with my work and I think I'm in love, Kats," Y/n said, taking Katsuki's larger hands in hers.

"Me too," Katsuki said breathlessly, holding Y/n's hands in his and bringing them to his chest, then kissing them. "I think I'm in love with you."

Y/n sat like they were for a few minutes, and then said, "How would you feel if I kissed you?"

"Why don't we find out?" Katsuki said, gently kissing Y/n as she inched up to be practically sat on his lap. "I feel very- loved," Katsuki said after a moment of deliberation, holding Y/n's hips with his hands.

"So do I," Y/n said, leaning in to kiss him again.

"How would you feel if I kissed you again, but harder?" Katsuki asked, shifting so Y/n was looking into his eyes.

Y/n grinned. "I think I'd like that."

@aikugo come get your man.

[footballffbarbiex]

So, like I said yesterday, I was tearing my way through Falling. Needed a moment to process it before I could leave a comment on the whole fic

The thing that I adored about it most was their shared journey to vulnerability. He came out of a long-term relationship that left him more than a little guarded, so in order for them to work, he had to do a lot of internal work and deal with the fall out of that relationship. When it comes to her, we don't read about a previous relationship, but she falls head (or heart) first into one with a major power imbalance which is tricky to navigate. The ending makes sense and I love how they resolve things (don't want to spoil it for others)

I loved the getaway, it allowed them to explore things on semi-equal footing and I think it put things in perspective (and changed perspectives) for them both.

Theo was my fave. Like, chef's kiss, would love to have him as my bff

Would love to see where their relationship will go now that certain obstacles are no longer mountains and how they will navigate that as a couple. Also curious to see how he will deal with his past trauma w.r.t relationships moving forward.

this is gonna be a long ass ask so sorry

And then shhh and its sequel always

Oh boy. You know most of my thoughts already because we've been dm'ing about it, but the twist in shhh was so satisfying. I did not see that coming? And then Always. Oh man... Like I mentioned before, it reads like grief. Like the tender, worn down stages of grief where it's a dull ache, that's barely even there any more most days. It's grief for what could have been and what never will be. It's grief for trust broken. But then it's also about moving forward, about how to rebuild. I can't wait to see how they will grow together in a relationship that no longer has to take place in the shadows, but also whether they will keep communicating. Because of the circumstances, I think there will be a lot of insecurities and doubt that could break them beyond repair if left unsaid

ok i'm finally posting this.

i know i should have more words to explain my gratitude to you for this but this has still left me overwhelmed and hugging myself. thank you for loving both sets of my babies this much and allowing them into your life.

i honestly adored writing theo in falling. he was such a fun personality to play around with and i was laughing so much at most of their interactions together. quite a few people wanted her to end up with him 😂

Always absolutely is about grief. it's mourning what was and allowing them to move on with the now. they are two very different relationships despite being the same "people" (although, lets face it, they've both grown throughout it). they're truly a love story and what i have planned for those babies is loving and heart breaking and emotional and anto being a shithead.

[ehhs-ya-boi]

I'm actually outta space in my google keeps for the outline for this one, so this is gonna be the hub for all of yesterday's tomorrow. or tomorrow's yesterday, or whatever other fuckin wip name I have for this 3gs fic.

Obviously spoilers under the cut-

Probably a short fic, but who knows. I said then-

For only the goddamn outline-

I wasn't kidding when I said I was running outta space... And don't tell Xai-AroAce I've been working on this for like a year now. Also when I wrote this a year ago I didn't really consider it, but now I'm thinking he/they pronouns for 3gs.

Overall, I don't think he'd care that much but they also never correct you when you use they/them pronouns with them so... it sticks.

= - - =

// CH1 //

You're hired at Meeple as a tutor of some kind for helping to teach the robot army, since there's far too many and Cobs is far too busy. You're a pretty good tutor so it could either be that you showed that you were good, so Cobs stations you with 3gs or that it was already established that you were a good tutor by your like resume or smth so you were automatically put with 3gs. Either way you're put to work with 3gs.

// CH2 //

I know 3gs is kinda a prick, full of himself, yada yada. He's a leader. He's sure he doesn't need your help but since Cobs specifically put you to work with him, he HAS to keep you around. He spends most of your study sessions in solo-study which is fine by you, but also a bit disheartening since you'd seen him around and wanted to get closer to him. Maybe not a crush per se, but like, you wanted to talk to him. You get a break through with him by talking about a specific topic he likes (maybe space? Robotics? Psychology/communications again?? Basing this off of that 3gs post.)

// CH3 //

You guys engage in fun conversation about robotic mechanics. I would like to think that he's actually teaching you about it and it's like an exchange of knowledge. Like you're the tutor hired to get him better at being a diplomat (so communications again...) And you help him with his tone while he teaches you how to fix mephones/the basics of robotics. You both become pretty good friends. Cobs doesn't like this and re-stations you back to the other phones. Around this point, him only considering them objects would rub you the wrong way but he's your boss and you didn't want to lose your job. You obviously do so but still meet up with 3gs for fun. No Cobs does not find out.

// CH4 //

It's time for them to leave. Everything they've been working towards. It was time to get the prime shimmers. You wish 3gs good luck and give him a hug before your shift is over since Cobs wasn't letting any of the tutors stay to watch the lift off. 3gs tells you he doesn't need luck, he's the best there is, the best doesn't need luck. He's gonna be fine. You trust him. Why wouldn't you? He'd been right about a lot. The next day you're transferred to a different department. You were one of the tutors that showed the most promising outcomes with the phones, so Cobs kept you around.

A week passes as your at Meeple, it's boring without 3gs but the pay's good. (You don't see this next part btw) Suddenly 3gs busts through the door and into Cobs' office. He gives a rundown of what happened, and begs Cobs to not try to go after the shimmers again. They're a peaceful race, please- /please Cobs don't/. Cobs shuts off 3gs, calling him outdated and a simple failure who has no right to say what he should and shouldn't do.

// CH5 //

A rumour starts going around about the MePhones came back from the trip. You being one of the top tutors of the experiment are excited to hear this and ask around about how they did and if 3gs was back. The answers were very iffy some saying he did, some saying he didn't, some admitted to not knowing. You weren't liking the mix of answers so you went to Cobs. Cobs tells you not to worry about those hunks of metal since the mission failed. He says he'll have you work with his new creation once it was finished. You're pissed for many reasons, one being that he spent to much time and money on solders who looked up to him that you really couldn't believe he'd just toss them aside like that. 3gs looked up to him- wanted to make him proud- and all Cobs had to say for it was "it needed to be stronger, so I will make one that is"??? Just- just who did he think he was????

Cobs doesn't like your back talk, it's annoying and SO yesterday. He makes some off comment about how you were empathizing too much with the robots, like how 3gs was for those power sources. It was disgusting. At the mention of 3gs your tune changes, you're a lot calmer. You question where he is, and if he'd be around MeCloud any time soon. Cobs notices your change in demeanour and uses it to his advantage: He says he's /resting/ since the mission was a failure, so it'd take some time for him to be back on his feet (or something along those lines). You're taken aback. You ask if you could see him. Cobs tells you no, he needs repairs first, and you need to focus on your job. You take the hint, not wanting to press further and wind up losing your connection to 3gs.

// CH6 //

A couple years have passed. You sort of helped tutor MePhone4, barely making any progress, since unlike his elder brother he did NOT like studying. When he wasn't making progress with the generation like Cobs wanted, he let you know that you'd be assigned to a new phone, 4s. You saw MePhone4 leave with MePad, but denied ever seeing it. It wasn't your business, you had your job to worry about, but you were glad he finally got to do what he wanted. (The show showed up on TV a couple of times but you didn't watch it regularly.) Deadlines got shorter with how long you were meant to aid the phones. 4s didn't need much help anyway due to his internet connection with Siri. When he was labelled obsolete in Cobs eyes, you were assigned to MePhone5, then MePhone5S and MePhone5C, when they'd all failed, you were the last on the chopping block.The last MePhone you saw as a tutor was MePhone6, it was only a little bit into your job where Cobs pulled you aside to tell you that your services were unneeded. The phones were smart enough to learn what they needed on their own. You were the last of the tutors left anyway, you knew this was coming...

You asked Cobs to let 3gs know that you would love to study with him again. This got a cackle out of him. "That's real funny! MePhone3gs has been rotting away storage for years at this point! You really thought it would be coming back?? I knew you were dumb when you couldn't even teach MePhone5S about anatomy but c'mon! I guess I can tell you now since I don't need you anymore. It came back from the mission broken, ranting on about what I should and shouldn't do, so there was no way I was bringing it back. It was a liability, just like you~ Now pack your stuff and leave--your severance pay should be processed in a couple of days." You felt mad- pissed again, but didn't show it this time around. You gave a quick, "Ye- yes, Mr Cobs," before returning to your desk/workstation. You knew it was weird that you'd never seen 3gs again, but a piece of you held on to the fact he was just in repair- or avoiding you- or fucking something! You never let yourself believe that he would just leave him to rot, because that was insanely fucked up. But you figured he was a fuck up corn cob so it wasn't too far off. You remembered how MePhone4 left years ago. It would be difficult, but you still remembered the places 3gs showed you to avoid the building's cameras so you could study with him. The building didn't change, and by jove, you weren't leaving without him. You told the few coworkers left that you were leaving and it sucked to go, but you had to grab a box for your stuff.

You asked where storage was, a shoe horn lets you know that there should be some in a storage closet, specifically in the one on Cobs' floor in the corner of the building. You were highly suspicious of this answer but but thanked them anyway. You walked their normally with the excuse of "I'm just getting a box" under your belt for when a MePhone (either 7, 7+, 8, or 8+) asked what you were doing. They let you go about your way as you searched around for some place with storage and 3gs. You caved after about 4-5 closets and no 3gs, and just went to the one Shoe Horn told to about to grab a box. When you got there and entered in the normal pin (4010, based on apple's founding day but reversed (3gs told you it)) that was used basically everywhere on his floor. When you went in you tried to find a light switch but there wasn't one. You couldn't risk Cobs finding you in there so you let the door close and looked around with a tiny flashlight on your keyring. It wasn't much but it worked enough to see a little bit in front of you. You looked around for an empty box, shuffling through shelves of old wires, computer parts, batteries, and even old computers from Cobs' glory days. It was all extremely dusty, hadn't been touched in years. You found an empty space in the dust where a box must've been moved (*cough* mechantosh's old spot *cough*) but carried on. In the front there wasn't any so you moved further and further back. Seeing another robot Cobs was working on You swore you saw it in one of MePhone4's episodes, you hoped he was doing well. You made a mental note to check back on the show when you got home with 3gs- once you found him of course. You had to go all the way to the back, cobwebs littered the place. You were sure nobody had been back here in like a decade... Your flashlight reflects off of a broken screen--a large one. You trace the outline with your light to realise it's 3gs... IT'S 3GS!! It takes everything in your power to not to scream/squeal/cry at the sight of him. You let out a stifled sob instead, trying to stay quiet. He was here. Not in great condition, but he was here in one piece. You were so fucking relieved.

You thought about shaking him, but figured there would really be no point since his battery was way past dead. You took some old shirt from one of the boxes and wiped the dust off of him. He definitely hadn't been touched in like a decade. You wanted to fix him, or at least get him semi-functional again until you could work with how to fix him. You knew he couldn't be awake in MeCloud because then he'd refuse to leave--he's too much of a head-strong phone. He would try to convice Cobs to get him back on whatever mission he wanted the newer phones to do, and it would just lead to him getting more trauma. You were not going to let it happen. You were getting him out of here, with everything you would need (charger, new battery, new screen). You'd been around MeCloud enough to know that he didn't keep old batteries on display anymore, so you looked around the old boxes, finding one after a while. In a different box was an old cable that would work for him if he needed a charge. You put them besides 3gs' lifeless body, before trying to move him. It was really hard to, he was heavier than you remembered. You would need a cart or something to move him out. And if you were going to do that, you'd need a box to hide him in. One like the shipping box MePhoneX came back in... It was in the back, you saw it one of the other storage closets. X wouldn't need it anymore, and you could put the other stuff in with 3gs since X was a lot bigger than him. You had a plan.

// CH7 //

The plan was to grab X's old box, shove 3gs and the things he'd need for repair in it, and gtfo out MeCloud. Easier said than done. You didn't want to cause a scene like the old contestants did, but thankfully Cobs didn't increase security much after that. The gaurds were really just the phones, and since you still had clearance to be in MeCloud they mostly left you alone. You had to act fast though, grabbing a dolly cart to push MePhoneX's box to the storage closet. You tried your best to avoid the cameras and be as nonchalant as possible, but you were practically asking for attention from the phones with the big ass box. You managed to lie your ass off through the interactions saying you needed to sort some old supplies and needed the big box to carry everything. They, being the eager machines they are, offered to help since it was probably for Cobs' sake, but you declined gently. The MePhones after 6 were an interesting bunch--practically soulless but still somehow having a remanence of benevolence in their systems. You always tried to be gentle with them, both physically (since they were prone to bending) and mentally (since they just wanted to do a 'good' job).

You managed to make it back without a hitch, pack 3gs and his necessities with major muscle pain later, and cover up everything. You'd grabbed a smaller box that you /did/ find in the corner by 3gs, so you packed up the stuff from your desk in that before packing away 3gs. With some more straining, you got the box back on the dolly and wheeled it out of the storage closet, still avoiding the cameras by going in their blind spots. You'd made it onto the elevator and to where part deliveries were dropped off. You hoped that you'd be able to find a replacement screen somewhere in there since Cobs hardly cleaned it out fully. No screen but you took your loses and gtfo. There was a transporter back to earth by the back entrance, specifically for deliveries, but it worked to get you back on land. Once there, you made your way to Meeple Headquarters' earth parking lot, since that's where all the workers were. You found your car and dropped the back seats to fit the box in your trunk. You were glad you invested in a SUV as you closed the trunk and nothing caught. You drove home in silence, the weight of what you just did hitting you as you stared at the rode.

You just stole a vip (very important product) from Meeple... You prayed Cobs wouldn't notice. You parked in your driveway and turned off the headlights. You were glad you lived alone. If you wanted to continue though, you'd need to find a job that paid at least half as well as Meeple did. You were glad you didn't blow all your money on a huge ass house when you moved. It left you with enough money to be comfortable. You thought about who else you could tutor or something as you wheeled the box to your front door. You flicked on your lights and put the box in your living room. You moved your couch and coffee table to make space for the box before plopping it on the floor. You'd taped it pretty securely so you worked on cutting open the box. Once open you took out everything besides 3gs. You laid them against a wall then forced yourself to get 3gs out of the box and sitting on your sofa. It was very eerie to have what was essentially a corpse sitting in your house, but you figured it would have to do as you got a sheet to put on the floor before putting him on it. Once that was in place, you looked around him to see if you had any screwdrivers that would fit, and thankfully you did. Even after all these years you could remember what he taught you about robotics and MePhone repair. You needed something to pry his screen off so you could reach the battery. You remembered going to the factory where they used some suction-type thing to apply it. You'd have to go to the store.

// CH8 //

It was the next day, and you got started by the phone corpse in the middle of the living room. It made you remember everything you did, and how you probably just put a target on your back for the rest of your life. Great. You made yourself some breakfast as you guessed it would be best to have 3gs up and running before Cobs tried to come for you. You went to the hardware store and bought a plunger, and some larger screwdrivers. When you came back you got to work. You put what he taught you to the test, and it turned out he was a great teacher, because you managed to open him up, pry his old battery off with your kitchen spatula, and replace all the ribbons and screws with out anything seemingly going wrong. You closed him back, his screen popping back into his frame with a little click which made you too nervious. You pushed in his power button and waited with bated breath. Nothing. Nothing happened and you were panicking internally. You then tried plugging him since the battery was probably out of power. You screamed when you plugged him in and the charging icon came up. That meant you'd done everything right and really did just had to wait for him to charge! You remembered him saying that it took a while to recharge fallen soldiers so you gave him a couple hours before pressing the power button again.

You were met with 3gs begging Cobs not to do something. It tore your heart apart, you guessed that was the last thing he was saying before being shut off. 3gs panted as he regained his bearings looking around your living room and trying to sit up from the couch. He looked around before realising you were there. He called your name in confusion and you couldn't help but bawl on the spot. You pulled him into a tight hug, completely inconsolable. He sort of just awkwardly let you cry for a bit as he looked around your living room some more, noting all the tools. He pushed you away gently to ask what the hell was going on. That's when you finally forced yourself to calm down. You told him everything: how he was dead, how long he was gone, how Cobs kept him in a closet saying he'd repair him someday but never actually doing it, how you may have kidnapped him and repaired him yourself--everything. It was a lot to take it. 3gs didn't want to believe you, but his memory before shutting down served him right. Cobs /did/ shut him off himself, and called him obsolete... 3gs didn't know what to do with himself now. He had no purpose anymore. You told him he had so much purpose! You were supposed to do so much together when he got back- you were going to teach him more- he was gonna teach you more about mechanics- and- and... You knew what you had to do. He needed to enjoy life. He needed to know that he was allowed to. He may have been made to be a solider, but that wasn't all he had to be. You brought up his successor, MePhone4. You told him about his show, how he was just like him, but doing what he pleased. You let 3gs know he was free. It was like a light sparked behind his cracked eye as he took your words to heart. He was free to do what he wanted... He asked if he could be a professor--he always liked to learn and share what he knew. You told him that of course he could, he'd just need a degree.

// Epilogue //

You parked your car in the driveway as you came back from the middle school you'd secured a job at. You figured getting a secure job was better than being a freelance contract tutour again. It was kinda stressful but the kids weren't all bad. You turned off the car and went to your door, only to be greeted by 3gs pixelated smile. He gave you a hug as he locked the door behind you. He took your keys and put them on a hook as you groaned against his screen. You still had papers to grade but his hold felt nice. He let you know that he made some dinner between working on his closing thesis on the participation of matter through regeneration. Very few places could actually generate matter and he'd finally managed to figure out how Cobs managed to to it, and now to make it more affordable. He just needed to go back to the lab at the college he was in to really get to test out his theorem. You congratulated him and shared out food for you both. He always liked to remind you that he didn't need to eat but his excitement got in the way. He'd taken over the dining table despite the fact he took over your office so you moved to the couch where you shared dinner and spoke about your evening. You were glad he was back and doing so well.

[f1-birb]

any advice (or things you wish you had done, if you've been there) for when putting your dog down

i feel blindsided. we need to do it today. at the emergency vet not our regular. and i'm just. so! i mean obviously it's normal for emotions to be everywhere but yesterday morning the thought of putting her down this weekend didn't exist. at all. like no denial no pretending it won't happen it just didn't cross my mind.

i have a ton of things on etsy i wanted to look into, so many things i wanted to try and do. but kinda have to decide a good chunk of them today to make sure i have what i need. and i am considering an emergency craft store run because apparently you have to store pet fur not just in a bag? idk

we have something to do a paw print with but just realized if it sets and cracks or doesn’t set (very me luck) i can’t redo. i can’t redo it. what a horrid realization to come across my mi d

there's a mail away for the cremation that does nice memorabilia afterwards, they do a nose print or a paw print, i mean you could get both but it’s 64 each lol 😔 but at least i know they’d be good..

sorry i rambled away. i know i’m gonna be upset for forgetting to do something. i’m already devastated as it is plus i’m going on two hours of sleep and my period 🙂

i’m going to cry horrendously and i hate that i cry at a level of public spectacle. anyway. if you have any advice or memorial things or anything to help me survive today i would appreciate it 🫂

Oh anon, I am so so sorry you've got to make that decision and you've got to say goodbye to your dog. I've only ever had 2 pets (one of whom is still alive and well) and the one who did pass was when I was 13 and it was incredibly sudden

I asked the wonderful @f1-disaster-bi if she had any advice as I know she's been in your position before and she's given me permission to share:

Oh god, that poor anon. I would never wish having to say goodbye to a pet on anyone. I've lost 3 in my life, and it's been hard.

I've....never really done any memorial things except for with T? We didn't even think of it, but we were never offered anything plus we just couldn't afford it.

What our vet did with T though was clip some of her fur and put it in a little bottle (like those little ones with fairy dust for kids?) and tied a ribbon around it? So we each have one of those, and when G passed, we donated money to the Community Cats organisation and got little key chains each with a little saying on them that the three of us still have.

Honestly, it's going to be hard. You can tell anon that the vet won't judge them for crying. They'll be compassionate, at least in my experience.

Our vet has a little fake candle they might in the waiting room in front of a sign that says "someone is saying goodbye to a beloved family member, please be reapectful" and we had some nice people come over to pet T and tell us they were sorry before we went in with her.

I stayed with her until she was gone, and the vets were lovely and just let me talk and cry because I was a wreck saying goodbye to my best friend cause I'd had her for 17 years

Another thing I'd say is don't worry about forgetting anything because what's important now is just being there for their dog. That's the important thing. Cuddle them, give them kisses, tell them you love them and that they've been such a good friend and pet. That's honestly the most important thing right now for owner and pet.

Remembering that they were loved, and will still be loved and that they gave them the best life and while this is sad and horrible, they're making the hardest but kindest decision anyone can make for a pet. It hurts, but your pet will know they were loved

Again, I'm so sorry that you've got to go through this, send you all the love and hugs for you and your family and your lovely dog who I'm sure knows just how much you love them and have appreciated their companionship for however long you've had them for

If there's anything I can do please please let me know

[sweet-villain]

Walk As The Wind Blows~ Eddie Munson 

Anonymous asked:

Ok so I've been thinking about this for a while. Can you do story of Eddie and reader, they've been dating for a few years (their now in their mid 20s) . And reader has been giving hints to Eddie about wanting a baby. But everytime that conversation gets brought up, eddie gets so nervous and changes the subject. Reader finds out somehow that Eddie has a son , he had with his ex when they were teens. And has never been in the kids life .. I just need a little drama lol

Slight Angst

Tags : m-rae23 ~ palomam18 ~eddiesprincess86~ irish-newzealand-idian-dutch~ igmentofquinn

It felt like yesterday that you walked into O'Donnell's class holding one strap of your backpack while you entered the classroom. You walked through the aisles of desk making your way to the back near the window plopping down on the seat. You hadn't heard the bell rang watching some of the students rush outside and some already ditching making their way to their cars.

" Nice of you to join us, Mr. Munson" you heard O'Donnell voice bringing you out of your thoughts turning ahead just in time that Eddie Munson makes his way through the rows to his seat which was next to yours. He plops down making the chair scratch against the floor of the classroom. He leans his head on of his hands as he turns his gaze to you watching as you drew on your desk.

" Miss L/N, please pay attention to my class otherwise I'll have to give you detention" O' Donnell says. You grumbled sliding down in your seat. When she turns around, you flip her the bird making Eddie laugh next to you.

" Something funny, Munson?" He nods.

" You, princess. I like you" he winks. From that moment on Eddie and you were inseparable.

-

You laughed watching as Eddie flipped off O'Donnell after he accepted his diploma walking down the steps. He races towards you engulfing you into a hug.

" We did it!" he beams with happiness as he twirls you around. There is twinkle in his brown eyes. He sets you down on the ground shaking his head as his cap falls to the ground, he doesn't care much of it but cups the sides of your face as his thumb caresses your cheek.

You were so proud of him. You have been dating Eddie for almost a year now, he mustered up the courage after Hellfire one night after everyone left. He couldn't hold it anymore watching when you rolled the perfect 20 and jumped in happiness, he was going to tell you. You were his dream girl.

The feelings were mutual as you told him he was your everything that night. He promised to never hurt you and make you happy.

If only you knew what secret he held.

-

You and Eddie have worked and saved up to have your own place, live in a trailer near Wayne. It's been a couple of years and everything was going good until your eyes stared longing at new born babies. You saw them at the grocery stores, Nancy and Steve even have a new born, even Robin and Vicky have a new born but you don't.

You always wanted to be a mother, but every time you brought it up to Eddie, it was like he didn't want to talk about it. He would squirm in his seat, refuse to look at you or his body stiff and he decides to move to another topic.

" Did you see Steve's and Nancy's little munchkin? The little one was dressed in a cute dinosaur outfit. It was so precious, my heart swooned at the sight."

Eddie pauses as he hears you talk about Steve's and Nancy's new born, it has been a couple of months since the little one was born. He clenches his eyes shut, his hair fans over his face shielding the look on his face feeling his heart clench as you talk about babies.

He wants to give you one, but he can't and the reason will break your heart. He has been quite about it wanting to keep this secret from you. Even told Wayne, that he can't tell you otherwise it would break your heart.

If only Eddie knew what was coming.

You pause hearing the plate clutter in the sink and the only sound is Eddie's breathing and the running water from the sink. You quickly notice the way his body stiffed and his hands are palms out in a pause. You know he's listening but he's not really here with his mind being clouded.

" Eddie?" you call out to him reaching your hand out to place a hand on his shoulder. He reaches out for the knob to turn off the water and turns to the side to get a kitchen towel that is on the side of the fridge. You watched as he wiped his hands cleaned and simply brushed past you into the bedroom.

" Edward" you call out to him again knowing he doesn't like it when you call him by his full name. His shoulders tense up and raise a bit as he pauses in his step.

" Not right now Y/N" he says as he opens the bedroom door and closes it. You frown, sighing to yourself grabbing the remote and turning on the tv.

The conversation was put on hold for now.

-

" How old is she?" you ask the mother as she holds her baby wrapped in a blanket as her husband is pushing the cart by her side. " She's almost a year this coming December" you awed at the little girl noticing how her big eyes are watching you. She babies with her tony tongue seeping out with drool coming out.

" Look how cute, Eddie" you tug on his jacket sleeve getting his attention. He was looking at the cereals he wanted to get when he turns his head and his eyes got wide at what you were pointing at.

A baby.

His eyes shoot down onto the cart he's pushing, hearing as you talk to the baby. It pains him to see how much you wanted a little one of your own. He really wants one with you but he isn't sure if he's going to be a good enough dad when he's already trying to be one for his son.

The son that you have no idea that exists.

When you turn back to look at Eddie, he was already pushing the cart and walking ahead of you in a fast pace.

" Hey wait!" you call out to him racing to catch up to him as he turns the cart to the left of the store. The cereal is forgotten as Eddie's hands grip the cart and his heart is racing.

" What was that back there?" you question putting a hand on his hand. He glances down at your touch and then looks at you seeing the confused face.

" Let's just get what we need and get out of here" he says, continue pushing the cart further into the store.

-

" Oh thank god your here" Steve says as he opens the door, with a crying little one in his arms. His hair looks like it hasn't been combed in a week or even looks like he showered in a while. He has a small towel on his shoulder and give you his little one.

" Woah there" you stumble back a bit bumping into Eddie who was behind you as he muttered something walking around you to the living room where he sits down. Steve plops down besides him and Nancy walks out of the bedroom, yawning. She doesn't look like she slept at all.

" Hi there"you cooed at the baby bouncing as you pat on the little once back. After a few minutes the little one stops crying, both Steve and Nancy look at you with wide eyes.

" How did you do that?" Nancy asks. You shrug.

" Honestly have no idea" Steve chuckles as he says, " You're a natural. You were born to be a mother."

" Awe, thank you, Harrington" you whispered trying to wake the little one in your arms. Eddie has been watching you from where he was sitting as his heart swells and cracks a bit. Yes, you looked like a natural with a baby but he sees the frown and the longing in your eyes. He knows you wish you had a little one of your own that looks like a mini Eddie.

You talked to him about it wishing he would, he is terrified of not being able to take care of two. He's already trying his hardest with his son.

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Eddie stares in shock seeing her out of all places here. He turns his head watching as you picked up milk and a carton of eggs. He turns his head to look at the girl he used to have a crush on, the girl he had a one time thing with. He eyes the baby in her arms as he carries it. He doesn't miss the black small curls on the little once head.

" What are you looking at?" you asked him putting the eggs and milk into the cart as your eyes look to see what he's looking at. Your shocked to see who it was and your worried glance look back at Eddie. He's watching her as she moves closer.

You have no idea who she was but seems as Eddie knows her.

" Why don't you say hi?"

Eddie's gaze turns to you and that's when you see the terrified look on his face.

" what's the matter?" you put your hand on his arm, rubbing it a bit. He whole body is shaking and his mouth is dry as he stares at her and the little one.

" Eddie?" she asks, holding the baby in her arms as the little one cooes at her. " Eddie Munson?" she tries again but Eddie could only nod gripping the cart tighter.

" It's been so long, how you been?" you look at her hair that is put up in a messy bun with little strands coming out of it. Her eyes shine with bags underneath her eyes, she doesn't have make up on and is dressed in a hoodie and jeans as she hold the baby in her arms.

Your eyes look over to the little one with dark curls and those brown eyes. Those familiar brown eyes. Your eyes turn back to your boyfriend who is standing there like a statue not knowing what to do.

His eyes go wide seeing the look on your face. He sees the gears turning in your eyes as he shakes his head, removing his hands from the cart reaching out to you.

" You.." was all you could manage to get out, fist by your side. You lean over grabbing the milk out of the cart and opening it. " Why would you keep this from me?" you ask, your voice cracking feeling the tears coming.

" I didn't-"

" Bullshit!" you hover the milk over his head and turn it upside down. Gasps was heard around you as the milk drenches his hair and down his face. Eddie is gaping in shock at what you had just done. The milk is covering his face and his hair feeling the coldness of it.

" Fuck you, Munson!" you threw the empty carton of milk at his chest. Your feet picked up as you ran through the aisle and out of the store, passing people feeling everything was a blur. You ran and you ran and you ran coming up to a familiar door.

It flew open to reveal Robin who had a spoon in her mouth and her eyebrow frowned. Her face softens seeing your body shaking and tears.

" What happened?" she asks, pulling you into her and closing the door.

" Who is it?" Vicky asks as she comes into the living room and the plate she had in her hands dropped as she rushes to you, sitting on the other side watching as you sobbed in your hands.

Eddie knew how much you to have a baby and kept this from you. How could he do this to you?

Robin rubs your back in comfort as you lean into her.

" Who did this? What happened?" she asks again. You bring your face out of her shoulder, muttering, " Eddie.... has.. a... baby.. with.. not.. me" you managed the words through your sobs. Robin's and Vicky's eyes go wide at what you said.

" I'm going to kick his ass!" Robin shoots out of her seat with her fist t the side. Your hands cover your eyes as you sob feeling your heart crack in two. You loved Eddie and he went and kept this from you.

Robin races out of the house in search for the metal head. She had words for him, and fists too.

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Last minute Stranger Things S4 thoughts no one asked for...

Getting the sad stuff out the way first...

I think Murray is kicking it. Along with Brenner (yay) and Owens. I don't know who between the Hawkins group could go. I've been worrying about Jonathan from the Cali group. I think since they said it's a body count, as well as extras, I think we will get some secondary Hawkins characters who've been around since S1/2 going. That'll be sad since I've liked them too (I've been worrying about Karen but what if something happens to Ted and then she gets in the know about stuff. She has her own poster and was front and centre with the parents).

Ok, onto some other stuff.

I'm really excited for characters to get Vecna'd only because we get a look at what's going on in their head and they address all they've been through.

Will...SO MUCH TO ADDRESS WITH WILL IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE. I JUST WANT TO KNOW IF HE HAS POWERS ALREADY. SERIOUSLY, he's a huge part of kicking off S1 with El AND all the explanations that have to lead back to him having powers. I need them to address this. I want him and El working together like the d&d game. I love their siblings relationship and would like more please.

Will is the most likely to get Vecna'd. He has been THROUGH IT. Taken (NOT K*LLED) to the upside down for a week, possessed by the main creature there which led to deaths of people that he probably feels guilt over, can now sense him, nearly got killed when his house was shot up, has been feeling pushed away AND he's dealing with his sexuality and is probably worried about how people react. Oh, and add having a crappy father to the list. I want to see all that's going on in his head. I'd love it if this awakens his powers. There's so many parallels to him and Henry/One/Vecna. Give me this.

HOPPER AND EL REUNION. I NEED IT LIKE YESTERDAY. I KEPT THINKING SHE WILL LOOK INTO HER VOID AND SEES JOYCE ONLY TO SEE HOPPER BEFORE THEY REUNITE AND MAYBE HOPPER BEING ALIVE IS LIKE A POSITIVE EMOTIONAL POWER BOOST (if anyone is going to give her that let it be hopper). Also El seeing Hopper first is like when Joyce saw him first in the pit. When they reunite and they cry and I cry and El feels a bit better about her hair cause he's shaved too.

I NEED AN EL AND JOYCE INTERACTION. I feel so robbed I'm going to need them to reunite and when Joyce tells her she's sorry for lying to her about where she was, this leads to El admitting she lied to about how school was going and everything that followed. And we get them hugging and El thanks her for bringing her dad home and Hopper is emotional over Joyce taking in his daughter and how well they bonded.

JOPPER. AFTER 6 YEARS THEY ARE HAPPENING. I know they are probably going to make out (probably in the demogorgon pit after taking them out and Joyce saved Hopper) and wearing matching clothes. The way they'll reunite with the others (definitely has to be through a gate at this point) like WTF DID WE MISS and then the others clicking onto them like WTF DID WE MISS. I REALLY GETTING CANON JOPPER. FEELS GREAT.