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mlovesstories · 1 year

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Coughing and Spilling the Tea

Summary: Jensen’s daughter knows something he doesn’t. And she can’t wait to tell him.

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Warnings: none

“Dad!” YN yelled for Jensen. “I have something to tell you!” She grinned as he walked into the living room.

“Can’t talk! Emergency at the brewery!” He called behind him as he stepped through the garage door. “Talk later!”

“Ungh.” YN sighed in disappointment. “Whatever.”

“So, what’s the big news? I’m here, you can tell me!” Jared walked in and sat down next to her on the couch.

“Hi!” YN gasped. “Were you charmed into hanging out with me tonight?” YN laughed.

“I wanted to. Haven’t seen my little punk in a while.”

“I saw you yesterday.” YN tilted her head in curiosity.

“You know what I mean. Just me and you.”

“Oh! In that case, can we pig out on pizza and ice cream and watch terrible movies please? Is he going to be gone for a while?” Her face went from excitement to sadness quickly.

“It may be a while. You tell me your good news and then I will answer your question,” he winked. “I won’t tell your dad, promise.”

“I heard that Danneel Harris was working on a project in Austin, and she wants to “cross paths” with my dad! OOOOOOoooo!” YN giggled.

Jared rolled his eyes.

“And where did you hear that?”

“So you have heard it too!” YN gasped.

“For the record, no, I had not heard that.”

“You know how it is here. Plus- the kids I go to school with are all famous people and who are in town since their parents seem to have connections and know everyone.”

“You want them to date,” Jared sighed. “Look-”

“Yes, I want them to date. I’ve met her, and she is nice! They would get along great! Gen knows her, right? I’m going to go ask her what she thinks.”

“Nope, you’re staying right here.” Jared put his foot between her and the pathway to the door. “We have pizza to order and a movie to watch.”

YN’s face fell.

“Gen is having a self-care night anyway. She’s had a long week. You can ask her later.”

His niece grumbled and sat back down.

“Fine,” she huffed.

After an evening of fun activities, Jensen was still not home. Jared spent the night at the Ackles’ home because of it.

“I’m fourteen! I’ll be fine! Plus, you guys live next door, and I have my radio you gave me.”

She dangled the two-way radio in front of him.

“I told your dad I would. It’s fine.”

During the night, he heard her coughing from her room.

“Hey, you okay?” He knocked lightly and slowly opened the door.

“Yeah,” YN rasped.

He walked closer to her as she coughed again.

Jared felt her forehead.

“Yikes,” he hummed to himself. “Where is the humidifier? Take off all those blankets, it will help with your fever.”

“I don’t have a fever.” YN turned away from him. “I’m fine.”

“Wrong answer. Let’s go, chop, chop.”

“The humidifier is in the hall closet.” YN coughed again.

“I’ll be right back.” Jared walked out of her room.

He heard her groan and cough all night long. The next morning, her dad was asleep in his room, but Jared was still on high alert for what she needed.

“Your dad got home super late last night. He’s resting. Would you like met to get you some tea?”

YN sat up in her bed.

“That would be great,” she whispered.

YN heard the sound of voices chatting from the kitchen.

Dad’s awake. And home.

YN smiled to herself.

“Here,” Jared slowly handed her a coffee mug with Sam Winchester on it.

“Of course you would choose that one,” YN grinned before turning away and coughing.

“I’m going to go home and have breakfast with Gen. Feel better,” he kissed the top of her head and exited the room.

A few minutes later, her dad rushed in with a wrinkled forehead and jaw clenched.

“Jared said you wanted to spill the tea! Why would you do that? It would make a mess and leave a stain!” Jensen crossed his arms and stood tall.

YN’s eyebrows scrunched as she tried to figure out what he was saying.

“I’m drinking the tea because my throat hurts. I have no reason to spill the-” YN giggled. “OH! It’s a saying, you weirdo! It means gossip!”

A look of relief washed over him. He pulled a chair close to her bed.

“And what’s that?”

“Your new girlfriend is shooting a movie here! I heard she wants to hang out with you while she is here.”

“Who?” Jensen sat up, confused.

“Danneel!”

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pathologising · 3 months

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I’m sorry I started sending hate messages to you after I promised you wouldnt ever hear from me again. I’m sorry I sent you hate messages about your child sexual abuse and taunted you about it. And also I am sorry for being ableist about your ASPD and schizophrenia. You saying “I have experienced horrors i can’t comprehend” triggered me but it was so long ago and I had no right to go and harass you on and off. I want to let you know that it’s ok to hate me or think I’m a weirdo. I harassed you and bullied/abused you online and projected my insecurities because my dad sexually abused me and raped me and took my virginity. I have DID because of him and seeing you go through a similar thing and talk about it openly triggered my feelings of shame and seeing you be so successful made me feel envious and inadequate in comparison. I was jealous of your relationship because I turned out asexual as a teenager/adult due to all my dad’s abuse. I’m sorry I harrassed your friends and your bf and made fun of your looks. You’re very pretty. I know this has been an ongoing thing and I’m sorry. I just wanted to say I found your blog when I was a teen and in a shitty children’s home and I really wanted to be liked by someone like you and fit in with you on tumblr but I couldn’t and I was so lonely and it made me sad. I’m sorry about everything I’ve done to you and everything you’ve gone through emotionally.

i dont think you hold weight in my mind the way you think you do.

#thats not a bad thing. rather it should free you

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eddiemsbitch · 2 years

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Hello, Not sure if anyone has sent this request yet for the sweet Eddie boy but what if he finds out his s/o has powers? (Helps El and the gang?) Please and thank you

I tried, I’m severely dyslexic and this was like 3.6K words because I got a lil carried away 0.0 but if you like it lmk, if you find any errors in grammar or spelling lmk and I’ll be happy to fix it ❤️

THIS CONTAINS SEASON 4 ST SPOILERS

Ooo I’m excited to see how this turns out I also know the other half of season 4 still has like a month until it’s released so I’m gonna go off the reader goes to the upside down with them when they do go, buuut if July comes and I have an idea of the battle (and I wanna include Eddie’s hot ass guitar solo) I can write a longer end battle one if you’d like :)

There is no shame in fleeing battle and running - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: whenever you manage to interrogate where your boyfriend disappeared to out of your neighbor Max you follow your younger classmates, and their friends Steve and Robin to find him to find out why the fuck there was a dead girl in his trailer that you didn’t kill bc why the fuck would Chrissy be in your home with your boyfriend alone? You never would’ve thought you would be in a different world fighting demon bats, or that you’d end up outing your one secret you never told Eddie.

Warnings: loads of cussing, I mean come on it’s Eddie and the group, Eddie fluff 🥹 mentions of Chrissy’s death, a lot of the lines are pulled from season 4 episode 2 when they first find Eddie and then after that it’s freely based on you and Eddie and defeating the demon bats in the upside down.

Word count: 3,689

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Your mind was going a hundred miles an hour, whenever Eddie’s uncle called you telling you not to come home there’s been an incident you knew something bad happened, and with Eddie’s ‘Job’ you knew it had to involve him in some way. You didn’t expect to see 10 different cop cars surrounding the trailer park along with crime scene tapped around your house. Once you managed to get into the trailer park and parked you rushed to find Wayne to see what the fuck happened and where the hell your boyfriend was. “Wayne! Wayne! Wheres Eddie?” You asked grabbing his shoulders looking around “w-whats going on t-this is way t-too many cops” you asked starting to assume the worst, what if somebody laced his shit? What if that’s why the Coroner was parked outside. “Calm down Y/n…listen…I got off work…Chrissy…the girl Eddie used to..like was..she was..oh my god y/n…somebody evil killed that girl…and I don’t think it was Eddie..” he said looking at you, Wayne hated having to tell you this, he wasn’t that close with his nephew but he still loved the hell out of the weirdo, and he loved you just as much because you loved Eddie way more than anybody in their family ever did, you were like Eddie’s drug that he couldn’t live without, and watching your face change from worry to anger to sadness, because the man you loved more than anybody had left and ran without telling you a word or worse made his heart break even more for his nephew and you. “S-so Eddie’s okay?..” you asked nervously looking at him “i-I don’t know…I haven’t been able to find him since I got home..his vans gone…” he whispered before looking at you with a stern glare “promise me you will not go to find him. I love you y/n just like my own but if you try and find him and do find him…then the cops probably won’t be far behind…they won’t listen when I tell ‘em he couldn’t of done this…” he whispered sadly looking at you “I can’t do that Wayne…if the cops catch Eddie they’re gonna hurt him…show him no mercy..I can’t have that” you mumbled leaving quickly storming back to your car, Now, there is such thing as loving somebody too much, and you admit maybe you love Eddie too much, but you knew under the cocky playfully attitude he was sensitive and would cower at any demand, and he needed you to protect him, even if he didn’t think so.

As you drove through town you thought of where to start your search, you didn’t know where most of Ed’s friends lived, just the ones you had to occasionally drop off or pick up after his Hellfire campaigns. You stopped in front of Dustin Henderson’s house and parked quickly glaring at the two bikes in front of the house, Max was already here, you could tell by the chipped paint and the sticker she had taken from Billy’s room on the license plate decal of her bike. You weren’t exactly unknown to their household, having a short fling with Billy Hargrove, ending it after watching how he treated his younger sister, to which you tried to become a beacon of safety for Max.

Shutting your car door you rushed to The Henderson’s door, right before you could knock it swung open revealing the exact people you were looking for, they hurried you forward a bit so Dustin could shut the door before looking at you like you were about to tell them where their friend was. “Well. Where the fuck is he?” You asked first looking up and down at Dustin “I assume he let you one of you know or you’d have some idea” you asked looking at them worriedly “we’re gonna go to the family video and try and call all of his other friends to see if he’s hiding out there” Dustin said grabbing his bike “Good idea- what the hell are you doing? Get the hell in the car it’s much quicker” you asked motioning to your car that was horribly parked in the driveway “as long as you don’t park like that” Max mumbled walking towards your far smiling a bit “hey. You know Eddie parks for me when I drive places” you snapped playfully getting into the drivers seat practically speeding to Family Video.

It took less than 2 hours to find out where Eddie might be hiding, and somehow you had no idea to think of Rick until they had mentioned his name, thank god you knew where he lived though from the many trips over there you took with Eddie. It took yet another hour and a half to get there though, mainly because you and Dustin had to argue over the younger kids staying behind, which was an argument you gave into in the end. You parked outside slamming the car door rushing inside of the house “Eddie!?” You whisper yelled walking around, you knew Rick was out of town, and you also knew if you shoved the right spot in his door you could get in because of all of the times he was raided by police. Whenever you were met with eerily silence your heart sank, maybe he was hurt somewhere, you could hear the others searching the other areas, yelling for his name. It was like everytime you heard the shout of his name your eyes got even more cloudy than before, and before you knew it tears were running down your face. Jumping and turning around hopefully whenever you heard footsteps behind you, you were met with Steve’s compassionate look “Don’t cry, y/n” he mumbled hugging you tightly, any other time you would’ve laughed in Steve’s face, you knew after his and Nancy’s breakup he was basically a fuckboy, and yet you now accepted his hug crying into his chest “he’s probably just hiding somewhere else..this is only the first place we looked” he said rubbing your back, you just shook your head stepping back to wipe your face “Steve…he’s been missing since sometime last night..h-he told me it was just a deal and he’d be home by the time I got home this morning..Chrissy..the way she was when I saw her…if it was someone…how could Eddie still be out somewhere alive..” you whispered sniffling “well…I mean…they would’ve found his body or van by no-“ Steve was cut off by Max’s yell “hey guys!” Steve gives you an ‘I told you so’ look before you both rushed outside looking at what exactly Max was pointing her flashlight at, Rick’s shed door was slightly ajar “does Rick possibly always leave his shed unlocked?..” Dustin whispered looking towards you “I dunno! The times I was here it was chained locked shut but last time I rode with Eddie was like two or three months ago” you explained slowly walking towards the shed.

As you all managed to squeeze through the pry in the door you were met with even more eery silence, everything was untouched, obvious that someone had pried the door open but then not touch a single thing, while you peaked behind things and under things you scoffed at the other’s comments about the shed, but you had to admit it was fucking disgusting. Hearing a bag rustle harshly you turned around glaring at Steve who was jabbing inside of old boats with an oar “what are you doing?” Dustin asked harshly before stepping closer “what are you doing!?” He whisper yelled about to grab the oar that was still being jabbed into different storage bags. “Hey yea what the fuck are you doing?” You whispered stepping closer to them nodding at Dustin before Steve shifted starting to jab other tarps “what if he’s in here?” Steve whispered to you both sending a glare towards Dustin “so take the tarp off!” You both whisper yelled towards him “if you’re so brave you guys take the tarp off!” He whispered back to you, glaring at him you continued to look around trying to find any sign of Eddie staying here “hey look over here” max whispered looking at you and Robin, you walked over stepping over the clutter and mess, the smell of the shed kinda smelt like an abandoned building, furniture and other things just sitting in dust and other dirt and grime.

When you stopped your eyes lit up a bit and you almost started crying again, there were multiple beer bottles and food wrappers laid everywhere on the workbench “somebody was here” Robin whispered examining the wrappers “Eddie was here, that’s the only thing he’ll drink he says all the other beer tastes like shit” you whispered smiling as you looked around more “maybe he heard us pull up, got spooked and ran” Robin suggested looking towards Max “oh don’t worry! Steve will get him with his oar” Dustin joked, you sighed knowing that now if Eddie was in here he knew that Steve had an oar and could most likely hit him with it- “Steve. If you injury Eddie y/n’s most likely gonna kill you” Dustin said almost like reading your mind

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson but considering the fact that everybody in this room has nearly died about a hundred times personally I don’t find it funny-“ Steve screamed loudly as something jumped from under a tarp charging at him and shoving him against the wall pining him there “wait! Wait! Wait!” Steve screamed as Eddie held a broken beer bottle to Steve’s throat “hey! Hey!” Dustin yelled rushing towards Eddie stopping as he saw Eddie dig the sharp edge deeper almost cutting Steve “Eddie Munson if you hurt him watch if I don’t take my anger out on you for leaving without telling me Jack shit!” You screamed glaring at him shoving Dustin back walking closer to him “It’s y/n, Eddie. This is Steve, he’s not gonna hurt you, you know I won’t let that happen..” you said calmly trying to calm him down knowing that screaming is just gonna freak him out more. “Right..right..” he said gasping for air not wanting to press the glass into his skin any further than it was “Steve. I need you to drop the oar” Dustin said stepping forward a bit next to you just incase Eddie charged at you. Steve let out a shaky breath letting go of the oar letting it fall onto the ground with a couple loud knocks, you watched Eddie reposition glaring and push the bottle edge deeper, you weren’t gonna lie, seeing Eddie so angry was hot, but knowing the anger was just a mask to show his fear broke your heart. “He’s cool Ed! He’s cool I promise sweetheart I’m not gonna let him hurt you” you said loudly not wanting anybody to get hurt “what’re you doing here?” Eddie growled, his shaky voice tugging on your heart strings, he didn’t deserve this, you knew Eddie and you knew damn well he couldn’t hurt Chrissy, yes he loved you to the god damn moon and back but he still cared for Chrissy, she was the only one he knew really growing up who didn’t call him a freak and would’ve never killed her.

“We’re here to find you” Dustin said motioning to him “Eddie. These are Dustin’s friends, you know Robin…from..band” you said nervously motioning to the taller girl standing behind you “h-hello sir” Robin whispered slightly waving towards him “this is Max. Eddie you know Max she’s our neighbor..I used to live with her when I met you remember?-“ Dustin cut you off “the one who never wants to play dnd” he said looking at Eddie showing him his hands to let him know he’s not armed. “We’re on your side” he added growling to himself whenever Eddie still wouldn’t back off. “We’re on your side I swear on..my life!” You argued looking at him “right guys?” You asked watching Eddie just growl and dig the bottle deeper barely cutting Steve’s neck “shit! Shit!” You yelped looking at Dustin “I swear on my moms life!” He yelled “y-yeah, swear on Dustin’s mom” Steve whimpered, you watched Eddie jabbed the blade a bit before turning around, Steve rubbing his neck taking deep breaths to calm his heartbeat. Everybody sighed slowly trying to calm their own heart as Eddie slowly slid down the wall staring blankly at the floor, his hands shaking horribly, Dustin crouched in front of his holding his hand to keep you a couple feet back, you wanted to just shove the kid aside but you knew he just didn’t want you hurt and right know you couldn’t tell what was going on in your boyfriend’s head. Only now did you realize you had been crying again, wiping your face quickly as you knelt down looking at him as Dustin spoke “we just wanna help” he whispered reaching for the broken bottle retreating his hand back mumbling a small okay whenever Eddie pulled the bottle closer ready to jab it at anybody. “We just wanna know what happened Eddie..” You whispered slowly reaching towards him rubbing his shoulder lightly “you’re not gonna believe me” he whimpered looking at you tearing up “try us” Max said looking towards him, he looked up at her then back to you “guys…let me…have a minute with Ed..please” you asked scooting closer to him grabbing the bottle from his hand slowly slightly tugging it whenever he tried to tighten his grip on it, The others left, Dustin only giving slight protest to leaving you alone with Eddie in an unstable state but nonetheless he left standing guard outside the shed door incase you needed help.

“Eddie…sweetheart…Are you okay?..are you hurt?..” you whispered hugging him tightly feeling him relax his body in your hold, he smelt horrible, probably from staying in this nasty ass place “I-I didn’t do it..I-I swear I-I’d never hurt Chrissy” he whimpered holding onto you tightly like you’d somehow make all of this never happen “I know..I know bubs…I never thought you did..you’re too sweet of a person” you whispered moving his bangs to kiss his forehead, he slowly sat up looking at you cupping your cheeks, you rested your hands on his sighing “Ed…we need to know what happened…The cops…are most definitely looking for you right now…” you whispered softly, he just nodded letting you call the others back into the shed. He kissed you quickly and softly resting his forehead against yours “I’m sorry I left without leaving you anything to really..know..but..I was scared..” he whispered looking at you “I-I’m sorry” and just like that, every little spec of anger you felt towards Eddie for not telling you what was going on was gone, you just felt sadness for him.

After everybody got into the shed and seated Eddie sighed, starting to explain excatly what happened that night, from what he was doing with Chrissy in the first place to the second he left. “Her bones…” Eddie whimpered shaking his head stuttering trying to force himself to speak “her bones. Started to snap” he forced out looking away from you. “Her eyes…it was like something was inside, pulling..I-I didn’t know what to do…so…s-so I ran away…I left her there..” he whimpered his voice fading a telltale sign he was starting to cry, he quickly brought his hand to his face turning away “you all think I’m crazy don’t you?” He asked holding back a sob, his voice barely above a whisper. “No baby..we don’t think you’re crazy” you said looking at him, the others humming in agreement, you all jumped back when he started to yell not expecting his voice to go from so quiet to that loud “listen don’t bullshit me man! I know how it sounds!” He yelled his voice cracking and shaking any chance it got “we’re not bullshitting you” Max said sternly “we believe you” Robin chimed in looking at him as he scoffed and shook his head “okay..What I’m about to tell you…might a little difficult to take..” Dustin said sighing “when people say Hawkins is cursed..they’re not..that far off..there’s another world..hidden beneath Hawkins..sometimes it bleeds…into ours..” he explained, Eddie looking at Dustin almost intently “like…ghosts and shit…?” He asked “way worse..than ghosts..” max whispered.

You stayed with Eddie overnight, except you made him go inside Rick’s house to sleep, it wouldn’t be until the next day you saw the others again, you seemed to have been zoned out because you didn’t really take attention to anything until you were watching Steve be dragged underwater by something, you watched as Nancy jumped then Robin which left you and Eddie, you could heard police sirens and dog barking getting closer and your heart starting to race. “E-Eddie” you said watching the woods as he panicked on either staying in the boat or jumping into the water with whatever the hell pulled Steve down under. “Eddie” you said again turning towards him as he looked at you “what!?” He whispered yelled before you jumped into the water knowing he’d follow behind you, and he did, trying his best to swim next to you as you tried to find whatever the hell Steve was talking about and soon enough you did.

Dropping into the upside down was weird, it wasn’t dark but was hard to see, dust particles flying around everywhere and it wasn’t hard to find Steve and the others hiding under a rock. Once you both landed, Eddie almost making you into a pancake from how hard the fall was. You didn’t have time to groan in pain though because Nancy and the others started yelling as a swarm of some type of bats with tails started to attack both you and Eddie, the others screamed trying to run out and help you both but the bats wouldn’t stop, they just continued to swarm sinking their fangs into your’s and Eddie’s bodies, you couldn’t tell who’s screams were louder, yours, Eddie’s or your friends’s. For a split second you had thought to just use them, use the one thing you swore never to use again, you weren’t normal, not by a long shot, now you weren’t like El, you didn’t grow up in a lab, or be a lab rat all your life, but you did have something no doctor could explain, after an abusive upbringing one day whenever your dad went to beat you you used something not even you knew how it worked, until you started bouncing from foster home to foster home, using it almost anytime you were alone, testing it seeing how it worked.

You and Eddie put up a fight and for a moment you guys thought you had it, using the tails of the bats to slam them into the ground and kill them or at least injure them enough to stop attacking you, but it was like after one swarm died another was back, now swarming you, Eddie, and Robin, Nancy and Steve hiding under the rock protecting each other. You could see the moment Eddie gave up, he just turned to you and held your hand tightly, and the exact moment he gave up, you did too, feeling at least four bats bite into you at once you screamed in pain, letting your body fall and land on your knees you took a deep breath, closing your eyes, the familiar tingling sensation spread throughout your chest, fingers, and arms then a jolt almost like you were shocked with a shit ton of electricity at once. Everything went silent, just the panting of the others around you, your body shook, you could feel the warm blood going down over your lips, the dirt on the ground digging into your knees, and the weak tired feeling almost like your limbs were 50 pound sandbags. “Holy fucking shit! That was awesome!” Robin cheered jumping around as Eddie lifted you up off the ground onto your feet again “baby?…” he whispered cupping your cheeks gently lifting your head so you looked at him “was…was that..you?..” he asked “what?..” you asked slightly slurring your words, you had never used that much force, never in your life, your powers weren’t much different from El’s, you couldn’t move anything with your mind but you could send out short energy bursts, similar to telekinesis almost, you had never used that much energy before, the most you had ever used was whenever you had blown your step father through your living room wall. “That…that…giant blue..force it..fucking…obliterated everything around us…” he explained holding onto you tightly as he glanced around your surroundings, multiple buildings destroyed, some of the rock Nancy and Steve were hiding under was broken and chipped off, and there were multiple dead demon bats surrounding you, thousands of them. “I-I never wanted you to find out, Eddie…I-I don’t know…how…o-or…what-…I didn’t know how to explain it to you because I don’t know how to explain it myself” you whispered looking at him tearing up “I’m not mad…no no no…honey you just..you just saved us” he smiled looking at you “that was fucking awesome, don’t ever apologize for being like a..fucking sorcerer” he smiled looking at you trying to get a small smile out of you, since he had left and saw you again he barely saw you smile, and that was one of the things he loved and wanted to see 24/7. “You promise…you don’t..think I’m some…freak of nature?..” you asked holding onto his t-shirt tightly “oh baby” he sighed smiling at you placing a finger right between your eyes “don’t be so silly, silly, silly” he said tapping your forehead with each ‘silly’ he said “if you’re a freak baby then I guess I am one hell of a freak lover” he smiled, his smile growing even wider as you laughing shaking your head shoving him away by his face “how are you going to get out of here guys?” You asked looking at the others ready to get the hell out of wherever you guys were and get somewhere safe with Eddie.

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katyspersonal · 2 months

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First off, congrats on three years, girlie!! This is so cool, man. I love seeing Soulsborne games change people’s worlds and give them passion and inspiration for years afterwards <333

(Now hurry up and get to over ten years like me you scrub 😎😎)

Asfghajsdg but in all seriousness, I love that we both started getting active around the BB tumblr fandom around the same time, because even though I was a Soulsborne junkie, I had never found a stable group of lore-friends to enjoy it with, and throughout 2020-2021, I was just drifting aimlessly after watching my old fandom community collapse.

I had been only using tumblr for random shit on another account before this one, but one day I looked up something about the Doll and Gehrman, kinda wondering if the whole “Even the Doll” creep-theory had any other interpretations. I just didn’t like the idea that Miyazaki had written his main “sad old man” of Bloodborne to be a weirdo because it didn’t sound…right? Something felt really off lol. His “sad old men” types usually are dark because of their grave mistakes that led to the deaths of people they cared about/innocent people.

It’s always more tragic than it is gross, and Miyazaki is big on that type of story-telling. He likes his refinement. Sure enough, that gave me the hunch that the Doll wasn’t…ya know.

And voila! I stumble across your brilliant post! I think it was one of the things that made me finally create a Soulsborne blog because I wanted to reblog it. I’m not sure if that’s the exact timeline, but it was definitely part of what drew me over here.

And now here we are, going strong, trying to move on after going through fandom drama hell, and it’s been three years!

Honesty? You are kicking ass <3

Girl you say this, but at the almost same time, Fantomette also started scouting the fandom and figured she wanted to stick with me over that post :pensive: That post makes me extremely nostalgic! It was just... so chill, so nice, so leveled. 0% fatigue. Where did that nice version of me go and who is this angry unlikeable bitch typing this ask response now? xD

But yeah, overall, Soulsborne games are just written in such a way that it genuinely helps to know all of them on at least basic story level to understand each of them individually! The more I learned about reoccuring themes in other games in the series, the better my lore understanding became. You know I would not do shit on Research Hall and Deep Sea without DS3, or better grasp ER characters without entire DS trilogy! If you don't want to play, just learn their themes and story, I promise it helps a lot!

Anyways thank you for the nice words; I had not even noticed how fast the time went by! It feels like I have not done "enough" considering three years span, but maybe I am underestimating myself and focusing too much comparing amount of my drawings compared with faster and more talented artists. After all, fandomry is first about discussions and passion, and I've had nothing BUT that on the way x) So yeah, let's just give up and die watch fandom crash and burn. Because, you know what? THE very "system" that made it crash and burn to begin with will also, eventually, crash and burn, and something good will sprout from the ruins. And we won't miss it! Except, that good era will also crash and burn eventually. And then the thing that destroyed it will. And then what people build from THOSE ruins will. And then another thing... and another thing... and another thing.....

STILL I want you to be there for me through every turn of the downward spiral, you chicken <3 *stabs u affectionately*

#fandomry rambles #ask replies #lmao sorry this brador's line is like my whole personality

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vellxchxrry · 2 years

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Away From Love

ᴬᵈᵈᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿᵃˡ ᴺᵒᵗᵉˢ: ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ˢᵒ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵒᵇᵛᶦᵒᵘˢˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ, ᶜʳᶦᵗᶦᶜᶦˢᵐ ᶦˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ʷᵒʳᵈᵉᵈ ⁿᶦᶜᵉˡʸ. ᵀʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗ ʳᵘˢʰᵉᵈ ˢᵒ ᶠᵒʳᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ

Title: Away From Love Summary: A short story about two girls struggling with a long distance relationship Word Count: 1306 words Relationship: WLW

“Just remember that I’m one phone call away alright?”

Those were the last words you heard from her before she left you standing at the airport. Luggage in hand as she slowly walks towards her future, but far away from you. You wish for her to stay a little longer, but she’ll miss her opportunity, and you can’t take that away from her. Sighing deeply, you then remember the conversation you had with her the night before.

Both of you were lying in bed, in each other’s grasp. Tomorrow your darling is going to leave the country to pursue her work, but you couldn’t accept the fact that she’s leaving so soon. She was the light of your life, your other half. Unable to do anything, your grip around her tightened.

She noticed and chuckled softly, “Dear I know that you’re sad that I have to leave, but remember that I’m doing this for us, for our future.”

You stayed silent as you reminisced your favorite memories with your darling. Your first meeting, your first date, your first kiss and everything else. How she complimented you on how cute the matching dresses you bought were, the many times you had to save each other from weirdos who were trying to “change you”, and now you have to go through everything on your own. Tears silently fell from your face as a response.

Not liking to see your sad face, she pushed your head into her chest. She softly patted your head in a comforting way, like a mother would do to her crying child.

“Hush now, once again I know we’ll be far away from each other, but that doesn’t mean that I’m giving up on us.” She said in a soft tone. You looked up to her and saw her smiling, but you knew, that behind that smile, she was feeling as much sadness as you.

“But we are inseparable, a team, do you really need to go?” You replied with a muffled voice, still covered by her breasts.

She answered, “I have no choice dear, if I there was an option I would bring you with me as well…” and silence fell for a quick moment until she said, “Since tomorrow will be the day I leave, I want you to do me one favor, is that alright?”

You nodded.

“All I want you to do is stay strong for me, okay?”

“All passengers for flight XXXX, please board the plane immediately.”

The announcement shook you off your thoughts as your darling stared at your sad face.

“Well, that’s my queue.” Your darling sighed as she started grabbing her things. “I’ll miss you, call me when you feel down okay?” She smiled, you couldn’t help but smile back at her too.

She then leaned in to plant a kiss on your lips, of course you kissed back as a response. This will be your last with her after all, and you wanted to make the most of it. Your kiss lasted a bit long, as you both parted lips, panting for air. She placed a hand on your cheek, and you leaned towards, reminiscing her warmth on more time. You then whispered to her,

“I promise I’ll stay strong for you and for us.”

You’re currently in bed, crying.

The first few days weren’t bad, until the world decided to be a bitch and that everything must remind you of her. Like the mug she always uses when she drinks her coffee in the morning, the meals you both ate together while talking about your day, the shops you both went into to look for new clothes, everything just reminded you of her, and that was your breaking point. You did have your chats for a while since she couldn’t call you, but that wasn’t enough.

Soft sniffles were heard in the bedroom as you were in a fetal position, hugging yourself tightly. You were wearing one of your girlfriend’s shirts, as you are both nearly the same size. Her soft scent filled your senses as more tears continued to stream down your face. That is, until you hear your phone go off.

You stopped crying then and there, nobody would call at this hour of the night. Immediately scrambling up to get your phone in the nightstand. You checked the caller ID, you were surprised! It was your girlfriend. Without a second thought, you answered.

“Dear, it’s me. Are you alright? I sensed something was wrong so I called.”

Her voice, oh my goodness, her voice. It was smooth and soothing, like the wind brushing past you as you walk into a flowery meadow. A sweet and gentle tone, with some concern laced onto it. You shuddered lightly, tears starting to well up in your eyes once again after hearing her talk. Her concern rises more as she says,

“Dear, it’s okay. Just listen to the sound of my voice…

Breathe in, breathe out.”

You did exactly as she said, slowly breathing in and releasing gasps of breath. She really is great in terms of helping you calm down.

“I’m right here, I won’t leave you.”

But you did leave, and I’m all alone here.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of your head, you took a deep sigh. Your darling continues where she left off,

“Look, I’m sorry for not calling sooner. I was just so busy that I wasn’t given the time to do so…”

It took all your willpower not to break down again. So you tried to answer as calmly as possible,

“Darling, it’s alright. I understand that you were busy…”

But your darling knew you better than that, you can sense her disappointment through the other end.

“I guess you breaking down on me means you “understood”. Dear, I know you like the back of my hand, you were sad and angry.”

You knew you couldn’t switch the topic or lie your way out, so it’s best to just come out clean.

“I’m sorry, I really am sorry. I tried so hard to be strong, for you, for us. But I can’t…”

You started to break down into sobs once again, but you had to tell her the truth.

“Darling, I need you here with me. I can’t do anything without you here. Everything just became so dull ever since you left, I was desperate.”

Your lover stayed silent for a moment before she answered,

“I didn’t know you were feeling that way...

Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because I knew you were going to drop everything to just find a way to comfort me. I can’t be a burden to you love.”

“You were never a burden to me! Yes, I do get a bit overwhelming but that doesn’t mean you can hide what you’re truly feeling from me.”

A quick pause was heard. After that, she continued once more,

“Dear, we’re in this together right? If you’re feeling low, then please, you are free to call me anytime. I don’t want you to struggle alone. We shall get through this together.”

After that talk, you started discussing about normal things. About her life on the other side, what’s been happening while she was away, it was as if nothing happened a couple of minutes. Both of you were smiling and giggling like school girls about the stories you told one another. Time flew fast as your eyes were starting to get heavy, it was getting harder and harder to stay awake. Your girlfriend noticed your sudden change of behavior and smiled softly,

“It’s already getting late on your side. You should go to bed, we can continue talking next time.”

You responded, “Alright, stay safe out there.”

“You too, you still have a big day coming ahead of you. Now sleep well for me, Ai*.”

*Ai - meaning "love" in japanese

#new writer #fiction writing #new writing blog #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #fiction #my writing #writing #wlw #wlw positivity #lesbian #don't like don't read

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biblioklept-writes · 2 years

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Of Broken Hearts

(Percy Jackson x Child of Apollo!Reader)

Request: Hi may I request some angst to fluff or just angsty if you want, where reader is a Apollo kid and in love with Percy but him being with Annabeth he does not reciprocate (or maybe he do 👀👀) And reader just vent with Apollo The end can be angsty or fluff, of course if you comfortable with writing it Thank you ^^, for @weirdo-shit

I actually had a lot of fun writing this one, but it's like sad. Just really sad. A bit of hopeful ending, and a little OOC Apollo, I guess. I wrote it with fem!reader in mind but can be read as gender-neutral!reader too. No descriptions of reader are involved.

Summary: After the battle of Manhattan, the reader finds themselves moping over their broken heart, when a surprise visitor gives them some hope.

Word Count: 1.1k

You watched with a heavy heart Connor and Clarisse led like half of the camp, carrying Percy and Annabeth on their shoulders and drop them into the lake.

You should be happy, satisfied. You had made it through alive. Kronos was dead. The threat looming over Olympus was gone. Everyone who made it alive would make it. Michael sacrificed himself. Silena is gone. Castor is gone. Beckendorf is gone So many are gone. Chris is barely breathing.

You were tending to Travis, wrapping his injured arm in bandages, trying not to think about the giggles coming from outside. You focused on Travis’s arm, tuning out the urges of the crowd outside to ask Percy and Annabeth to kiss.

There are other things to worry about than a fucking infatuation, you chided yourself. But soon Travis’s arm was bandaged and he waited for you finish dressing up Katie’s wound, which she had gotten on her temple and wrapped it in clean bandages and applying a healing salve. Nectar and Ambrosia were in shortage, saving the stocks only for those who were gravely injured. Katie and Travis weren’t under the threat of instantly dying, which was a relief of sorts.

See the good things, you told yourself once you were left the infirmary. You lay down and closed your eyes, but your mind kept on replaying the images of Percy and Annabeth looking at each other with those eyes no one could mistake for anything else. They loved each other dearly, even a stupid person could tell that. Will is okay, Connor is okay, Nyssa made it just fine... Percy is alive.

But you couldn’t think about the good things, not when the only thing you think of were broken hearts and unrequited feelings. You hated yourself for it, you should be sad on other things, not some guy who loved someone else.

But he was my friend too. You heart cried. Now he doesn’t even look in my way.

You thought of times, those few summers when you had trained together, with Percy teaching you how to yield a sword, how to defend yourself. You had failed miserably, but Percy had promised that he would protect you. And he did keep that word, but forbidding you to leave from hiding. “Your skills are needed here in the backstage, we need you to be fine.” They needed your healing skills. If only you had been more resourceful than just having a wonderful voice. If only you could sing like a siren. If only you could lull people to sleep. If only, if only.

The wooden floor creaked, prompting you to sit up to check it. No one should be here at the moment. But as your eyes scanned the room, you found a blond young man, with bright blue eyes commonly seen in your siblings. “Dad?” you whispered half to yourself. You hated how vulnerable it sounded.

“Oh my sweet little bird,” Apollo spoke softly as he stood at the edge of your bed, his perfect blond brows furrowed. “Why don’t you go enjoy the celebrations? Surely you need to have fun too.”

“I’m really tired, Dad.” You explained, scooting over. Apollo took the message and sat down beside you. “I barely got any sleep in the past few days.”

“Is that all?” He asked. His big blue eyes held a knowing look. The were wiser than someone in their early twenties should seem to be.

“We lost so many people,” you let out with a sigh. The sigh somehow broke the dam and your tears spilled. “So many good people. So many dear ones. Michael–”

“I know, sweet pea, I know.” Apollo held your hand. It was so warm and comforting, you couldn’t help but lean towards him. “Michael is in Elysium, seems to be enjoying himself a bit too much repeatedly beating that Castellan boy. He is fine, little one. You should be too. Don’t make yourself sad on his sake.”

You couldn’t help but let out a giggle through your tears. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into a side hug, with your head resting on his shoulder as you seek comfort the warmth of the Sun God. His gentle fingers ran up and down your arm, gently squeezing it in reassurance.

“It hurts to see them together you know,” You said in a hoarse voice after a few heavy seconds of silence. “They look so happy, so in love… is it… is it evil of me to want something like that? He barely even looks at me now. We used to be friends, but now… its gone, all of it… it’s gone… it all just ashes.”

Apollo didn’t say anything, just squeezed you a little tighter.

“I love him, I really do.” You whispered. “But he loves her, he will never look at me the way he looks at her… I should hate her… I should. But she is so nice, so perfect… I can’t… why can’t I hate her Daddy?”

“You are too nice, little bird.” He spoke solemnly. “You always see the good in people. You are always happy for them. You are living too much for them. I am the god of sun but you are a sunshine. You are an amazing person, deary. He’s a fool to not look at you.”

“That’s not true, dad.” You said. “I’m not strong. I cannot wield most weapons. I can only sing… voice is not a weapon… I feel… if I was stronger… braver…”

“You are perfect the way you are.” Apollo said, forcing you to look at him. “If that fish-spawn is too blind to look at it, it doesn’t make your worth any less. People can mistake platinum for silver, but that doesn’t mean the platinum is worth any less, now is it?”

“You are saying this because you are my dad.” You said.

Apollo chuckled. “All my children are perfect.” He said. “You are perfect, sweet pea. You have your voice as your gift. You feel it’s harmless because you don’t use it for harming people. It’s not the weapon that’s dangerous but the one who wields it. You are kind, you help people. That doesn’t make your voice any less dangerous. You can put people to sleep with mere hums, you can kill people in by singing to them if you allowed yourself to… but you don’t, and it’s not bad. This doesn’t make you useless my dear.”

“But when I look at them…” you started. “They are so strong Dad, they have done so much. They… Annabeth and… and… Percy… they… they fight so bravely, so skillfully. I am useless. I am moping for some guy when I could regret not being their for Michael. When I could be grateful for my friends have made it through… But no, I am not… I am… I am a horrible person.”

“Putting one’s needs before others doesn’t make one bad.” Apollo said. “I do it all the time. Do you think I’m bad, sweet pea?”

“No,” you said in a small voice.

“I can see a future for you, dearie.” He said, staring off into distance. “You look all grown up, and happy. You have someone who cares for you…I can see it in their face, the love you so much.”

“Will you tell me who that is?” You asked.

Apollo laughed. “And spoil everything? Where’s the fun in that?”

“Dad!” you laughed, playfully smacking his side. Then you cuddled close to him, enjoying the comfort of his warmth for a few more moments.

“Lie down, my brave little bird.” He insisted. You complied, and he sat on your side, caressing your arms and scratching your scalp.

You could feel yourself drifting off, so you whispered, “Thank you, dad. I love you.”

“Love you too,” Apollo whispered, but you had already fallen asleep.

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson angst #battle of manhattan

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starsofmilos · 2 years

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Hurt (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Give me angst. No happy ending. No forgiveness. I want pain.

Another request bro!!

Warnings; Cursing, angst, no comfort, mentions of violence, abandonment

To say your life was complicated was an understatement. Being a underground doctor had it’s perks though, people who didn’t trust hospitals went to you.

Which is how you met the current man haunting your dreams. Adrian Chase.

Peacemaker, otherwise known as Chris, had introduced you both.

You had found peacemaker one night passed out on the side of the road took him in and patched him up.

He woke up surprised to see you hadn’t called the cops on him and confused when you billed him.

It was after that he became one of your regulars and even had recommended you to people who couldn’t afford medical insurance or couldn’t afford to be caught by the police.

He brought Adrian to your door one night. He was beaten and worse of all suffering a stab wound.

You immediately got to work stitching him up. Adrian had fought you at first before stopping after you grabbed his hands reassuring him you wouldn’t take off his mask.

“I just need to see your stomach. I promise I won’t look at your face. I’m a doctor..I get it you don’t want me to know your identity and that’s okay, but please let me treat you.”

He gave in after letting you remove his armor and clean his wounds. He laughed as you billed Peacemaker instead of him.

It was after Adrian made a regular appearance at your home. He came even when he wasn’t injured faking one or even for something as small as a paper cut just to see you again.

He liked you. You weren’t rude, yes a little eccentric, but you were nice. Technically what you did was illegal, but he understood why you were doing it.

You wanted to help people the government weren’t helping. You did have a medical license so you weren’t fully breaking the law.

He was soft on you. Chris noticed it as well. You had gotten use to him randomly bursting through your door.

It was sad quite honestly how fast you grew attached to him. How fast you fell for him. If he felt the same, you didn’t know you didn’t want to risk losing everything you had with him. He made you feel what you hadn’t felt since you were a child. Safe. Loved. Protected.

You both were a duo of weirdos. Which is why when you found out his identity, you swore you’d guard it with your life. He realized at that moment he had also fallen deeply in love with you.

It was dangerous for him to love though. It was also dangerous for you to love as well. You both were so guarded not use to feeling these things. You kept most of your personal life away from Adrian and Chris.

You didn’t want them to know all the self hate and doubts you had. The nights you spent hugging yourself crying because of how lonely you were.

How touch starved you were. You didn’t want Adrian to know how you spent so many nights wondering when he’d leave you.

In the end, everyone left. You just hoped you’d die before you could see him leave. For so long, you’d wish for someone like Adrian to appear before you and now that he was here.

You realized just how damaged you were and how sooner or later he’d notice it. You knew he wouldn’t stay. They never do.

That lead you to now. You patched up Adrian humming a soft tune as you removed glass from his shoulder.

“Can I ask how this happened again?”

“I fell through a window.”

“Were you not wearing your armor?”

“This didn’t happen on patrol.” You snorted grabbing the gauze to start cleaning his wound.

“Be more careful for me..” You whispered out bandaging his arm.

“Can I still go on patrol?”

“Yeah you can just be careful okay?” He nodded as you both high five.

You grew a bit flustered seeing him grab his armor out of his duffle stripping his shirt to put it on.

“Why don’t you use the restroom?!” He looked at you confused seeing you grow shy.

“Why? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. You’ve patched me up plenty of times. You’re like the hot nurse.”

You playfully glared at him. Before standing up to head to the kitchen,

“On a real note please be safe dude. And take care of yourself.” You grabbed a protein bar tossing it to him. He caught it nodding in thanks.

“But if I don’t get hurt I can’t see you anymore!”

“You can always come visit me even if your not injured.”

“I can?”

“Yeah I thought you knew this by now. I like you Adrian.”

He stood quiet for a moment holding his mask letting your words sink in.

“Fuck it.”

You raised in eyebrow in confusion as he dropped his mask walking to you grasping your face pulling you into a deep kiss.

You stood frozen from shock before realizing he was pulling away. You grabbed his face pulling him back to you.

“I like you too..” He smiled against your mouth as you grinned.

“Good.. I’m glad to hear that.”

Things from there grew between you both. He came over any chance he got. Any moment he could be with you, he was.

Chris thought you both were gross and was kinda salty you knew Adrian’s identity while he didn’t, but neither of you really cared. You were both so caught up in each other.

You gave him your everything. All your love went to him and you didn’t know how stupid of a decision this would be till later. You fell for Adrian Chase hard.

You didn’t know love like this could exist. That you could be so weak with someone. He made you weak and vulnerable with how much you cared for him.

It was okay though, you made him just as weak and vulnerable. Adrian didn’t like it, but he loved you so he let it happen.

“So do you think one day you’d ever wanna like get married?” You popped your head up from your couch to look at where he was in the kitchen making you a turkey sandwich.

“Are you serious?” Adrian nodded.

“Yeah unless your answer is no then I’m not serious.”

“My answer is yes.”

“Then it’s settled one day we’ll get married.”

“Are you- Are you sure you wanna marry me?” You jumped over the couch walking to the kitchen.

Adrian laughed. “I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be married too.” You grinned yanking him down to kiss you.

“Forget the sandwiches I want something else.” Adrian eagerly threw the mustard down chasing you to your room.

After you both had the night of your lives, you laid cuddled up to him. “Y/N Chase has a nice ring to it.”

“She sounds hot. Y/N Chase..Almost as hot as Y/N L/N.” You smiled as he pinched your hip.

“I promise you one day we’ll get married and I’ll get you a nice ring maybe a ring pop though being a busboy doesn’t pay much.” You laughed,

“As long as I have you I don’t need a ring...I’m yours Adrian.”

“Mine?”

“Yours.”

If there were a moment in time you could freeze, it was this moment.Neither of you knew what would happen next. You couldn’t be angry at Adrian, but you were for what he did after.

Christopher Smith was arrested. The second you saw it on the news you immediately reached for your phone to call your boyfriend of two years.

He didn’t answer.

You spent hours pacing and worrying if he was caught too. You began to check your bank account to see how much money you had if you had to bail him out or make a run for it with him.

“Hey it’s me please call me back or at least message me so I know your okay...Love you bye.”

“Hey another voicemail here. Your starting to freak me out Adrian. Please call me.”

“Adrian this isn’t funny please call me back!”

“Adrian...it’s been two days...did I do something? We could talk it out I know your probably upset by what happened to Chris. We could talk about it please answer me.”

“I miss you...I love you..It’s been a week now...so please..please call me..”

Voicemail is full. Please try to call again later.

You threw your phone across the room falling to floor feeling tears fall down your face.

Was he okay? Was he dead? Is he angry? Is he angry at you? Did he need space?

He wouldn’t just leave without giving you some explanation that’s not the person he was....right?

Two weeks later, you stared lifelessly at your phone waiting for a sign something from him. Anything by this point.

You weren’t angry, you just wanted to see him. You needed to see he was okay.

It had been a full three weeks since you saw your boyfriend.

Deciding to turn on the TV to help you try to not concentrate. Your eyes widened seeing the news.

‘Vigilante kills another three people. They were all convicted criminals, and we thought things would be okay after Peacemaker went to jail.’

He was alive. This entire time he was alive. He just didn’t answer. You grabbed your phone trying to call him again. You gasped out seeing his voicemail had been cleared out.

He erased all your messages.

“Adrian...I- I don’t know what’s going on and I’m scared....if this is your way of breaking up with me...please don’t..Did I drive you away?...I love you so much...I love you as much as I’m capable of loving anyone..which I can see now is never enough..I’m sorry I wasn’t enough...but I can try to be...please..”

You sobbed out hoping he’d hear this. Hoping he’d call you back and say this was all a mistake.

He never did.

Now it’s been four years. You changed since then.

Adrian broke you.

You were still an underground doctor, but you didn’t help heroes anymore. You only helped out families who couldn’t afford hospitals.

You were basically a shell of the person you use to be. Smiling was hard to do most days and vodka became your best friend when you weren’t throwing yourself into work.

A part of you died and Adrian killed it.

He promised he wouldn’t leave. He swore he wasn’t going to be like everyone else in your life.

It was a lie. All of it a lie. So why did you still love him?

The man who broke you was also the one you loved the most. You still saw news announcements of Vigilante’s recent kills.

You still had his number saved. The first month you sent him updates on how you were doing and what you had been up to. They were all left on seen. You gave up after.

Currently, you were typing out a report of your latest case. The family were immigrants so you helped them with their child’s cold.

You always documented everyone you helped or patched up because it helped remind you why you were doing this work.

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts.

Tearing yourself away from your desk you sighed hearing the knocks become persistent

Your eyes widened seeing people who were new and people you never thought you’d see again.

“Y/N I need your help.” Chris yelled out holding a bleeding blonde woman in his arms.

Adrian stood behind him gripping his side as a man with strange beard stood there leaning against another woman who was covered in blood.

“Please we can’t afford a hospital!! Please I’ll pay any price!” Chris practically begged. You quickly shook it off nodding your head.

“Get in.”

Chris sighed in relief as you moved clearing off your dining table.

“She needs the most help I’ll get to you all after okay?”

Chris nodded as you moved washing up having him put the gloves on for you grabbing your first aid kit. She was shot multiple times.

“Chris in my closet I have IV bags grab me two of them. One with a green mark and one with a purple one.” He nodded as you cut off her shirt getting to work.

After you patched her up, you had Chris move her into your guest bedroom. Grabbing a new IV bag for her, you set up a monitor for her walking out.

“Chris stay in there and watch her.”

He nodded sitting down grabbing your hand before you could walk out.

“Thank you.” You nodded. “It’s good seeing you.”

You walked out seeing the rest of the group looking at you. “Which one of you is most injured?” John groaned showing you his leg. You nodded grabbing your surgical kit again.

“Excuse me what’s your name?”

“Adebayo.”

“Okay Adebayo I need you to go to my kitchen in my drawer grab a rag and a wooden spoon.”

She nodded as you poured alcohol on his leg. He screamed out a bit cursing from the pain.

“I know it hurts. Adrian how badly hurt are you?” He was quiet staring at you work.

“Adrian!” He glanced down seeing you glare at him.

“How badly hurt are you?”

“I was shot, but I’m fine I just need to sleep it off.” You shook your head.

“I should’ve started with you first then...Okay what’s your name?”

“John...” He cried out as you grabbed his leg.

“Okay John this is gonna hurt so Adebayo is bringing you a spoon.” She returned with the rag and spoon.

“Okay Adebayo wrap the spoon with the rag and have my good friend John here bite it.” She nodded as you grabbed his leg.

“I need to pop the bone back in.” His eyes widened.

“On the count of three. One-” You popped it back in as he sobbed out against the spoon.

“I thought you said three!” Adebayo yelled out out as you grabbed your knife to cut his leg more.

“Shock wouldn’t have hurt him as bad.” John spit out the spoon.

“Adebayo get my friend John the vodka in my kitchen. He’s gonna need a drink.” She nodded.

“Thank you..” John whispered out. You nodded before flinching hearing a crash. Adrian had passed out.

“Shit.” You finished working on John quickly having Chris help you move Adrian to your room.

He woke up looking around in confusion seeing the stars stickers on your ceiling. He hadn’t seen them in so long. He missed them more than he thought.

“Good your awake. I patched you up. You got really lucky the bullet grazed your hip.”

Adrian nodded looking down seeing an old pair of sweatpants on him.

“Since you’re here after you’re healed up you can take your things. I’ve had them in a box for a long time.”

You walked out checking on Chris and his friend.

“What’s her name?”

“Emilia...she prefers to be called Harcourt.” You nodded changing her bandages.

“She should wake up soon. She’ll probably need some physical therapy after this. I know a good place that doesn’t charge I’ll recommend her.”

“Thanks..” You nodded taking a seat across from him pouring two glasses of whiskey.

“Since when do you drink?”

“Really?...It’s been four years..I changed.” He nodded.

“I know I can tell. No offense Y/N you look like shit.” You dryly chuckled.

“Yeah it’s what time does to someone Chris.”

“Not everyone..Adrian doesn’t seem like he’s changed much to me at least. Adebayo could swear sometimes she sees him sad.” You scoffed.

“Yeah well Adrian didn’t get hurt too much now did he.” You slammed your glass down taking off.

Chris winced. He had asked Adrian what had happened between you both.

He didn’t say much just he didn’t want you in danger because of him.

He saw how the police basically tore through everyone in Chris’s life when he was arrested he’d be heartbroken if he saw them ever do that to you.

You walked back into your room to grab John a new cast.

“Hey..” You ignored Adrian’s call out for you.

“Y/N....Y/N...Hey!”

“What?” You bit out turning around gasping a bit seeing Adrian heave himself out of bed.

“Dumb ass!” You pushed him back onto your bed.

“Don’t tear open your stitches!”

“We need to talk.”

“The fuck we do!”

“Yeah we do. You deserve an explanation-”

“I DON”T WANT YOUR FUCKING EXPLANATION!!” Adrian went silent at your outburst.

“Four fucking years...” Tears spilled over your cheeks.

“I thought you died at first before seeing the news and then seeing you deleted all my voicemails. You fucking coward. If you didn’t wanna be with me you could’ve at least had the balls to fucking tell me...so no I don’t want to hear your explanations or excuses of why you did what you did..I just want you out of my life...I wish I never fucking met you.”

You sobbed out sliding down to the floor.

Adrian felt his chest strain seeing you curl up. You bit your lip trying not to cry any more.

Not in front of him. He didn’t deserve to see you cry over him.

“After your friends are healed up and yourself... I want you out.” You stood up slamming your bedroom door.

John and Adebayo looked in shock as you wiped your cheeks sitting down on the coffee table.

“John this cast is more secure than that one. I have some crutches in my closet they’re yours. You have to stay off your leg for at least a month so use the crutches and in one month come back to see me.” He nodded silently as you replaced the cast.

You grabbed sandwiches handing them around to everyone. Making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, Adebayo looked in confusion seeing you add potato chips to it.

“Who’s that one for?”

“Vigilante’s favorite...” You muttered out walking to your room. Adrian sat propped up teary eyed.

“Here you need to eat..” He took the plate looking in shock. You remembered even after all this time.

“Sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn’t yell at an injure person.” He shook his head quickly as you took a seat on the floor across from him.

You pulled out your laptop to document all of their injuries.

“I’m gonna work here so just don’t mind me.” He nodded staring down at his plate.

“You remembered?...”

“Of course. We spent two years together.” He nodded eating it gratefully.

“Thanks...for everything.” You nodded typing away.

After another hour passed by, you glanced up seeing Adrian stare at you. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

Yes you had bags under your eyes and you looked miserable, but you were still the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

“What?”

“Have you been taking care of yourself?” You scoffed, “Why I look like shit?” He shook his head.

“You’re beautiful, but you look almost sick dude.” You nodded.

“Yeah well I don’t sleep much.” He nodded.

“Neither do I...” It was quiet again for a moment before Adrian spoke again.

“I heard every single message.” You stopped typing looking up at him. He gave you a teary smile.

“I saved all of them before deleting them. I loved that you sent me updates for a month cause it let me know you were okay...” You nodded bitterly.

“Yeah well that’s what someone does when they love someone. You didn’t do it though because you didn’t love me as much as I loved you.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true Adrian-”

“Don’t fucking say that.”

You felt your eyes begin to water up. “Do you have any idea how I felt?” “I do because I was in fucking pain too-”

“No you don’t get to try to say how you were hurt when you were the one who did the hurting! I loved you! I gave you practically all of me and you threw it to the side! You let me think for a week you were dead! I got no call, no text, not even a fucking email! You promised you wouldn’t abandon me and you did! You made me believe that maybe someone out there actually cared for me!”

Adrian stood up walking to sit down across from you. He grabbed your hands as you covered your face.

“I’m sorry..I’m so sorry..I loved you...I promise you I did...I didn’t say it often back then, but I did. I swear to you I did...I still do...”

“What did I do to make you leave me?” You cried out hiccuping as he pulled you into a hug.

“You did nothing wrong. You did nothing...”

“Then why?” You pushed him away from you not wanting to fall for him again. You couldn’t afford to lose anymore than what he already took.

“I wanted to protect you...It was a dick move of me to just ignore you I know that..It hurt me too much to tell you though cause I knew you’d convince me to stay...They tore Chris apart when he was arrested and I didn’t want that to happen to you if I ever got arrested..I did love you Y/N...I still love you...I....I just- I don’t know what happens now...” You glared at him heaving.

“You made a decision for me....without consulting me...Adrian do you really think I would’ve gotten with you had I not known the risks!?!” He flinched as yelled at him.

“You knew...”

“Of course I did! I’m not stupid!! You’re stupid!!!” He reached out for you again hurt when you slapped his hand away.

“You left for something so fucking stupid...”

“I left because I fucking love you!”

“No you fucking don’t! If you did maybe you would’ve thought to actually call me!! You said you heard all my voicemails right!!”

He nodded.

“Did you not hear me panicking in all of them!? Did you not hear the fear in my voice!!? I begged for some sign from you!! I begged for you...I hate you for what you did and I hated myself for missing you so fucking much..I hated that I got so fucking attached!!”

“It was okay for you to get attached to me-”

“No it fucking wasn’t!!! You didn’t stay!! I told things to you I never told anybody because I trusted you, but you broke me!!” You coughed a bit feeling your sobs turn into pants.

“Please calm down-”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down!” You gripped your hair trying to steady your breaths.

“I loved you so much..I still love you so much Adrian..” His head perked up hearing you whisper to him as you glanced at him teary eyed.

“This past time made me realize how stupid I was Y/N...Chris told me I was stupid too....I- I really want you back but I don’t deserve you back...I haven’t been the same without you either. I listened to every voicemail no matter how much it hurt just to hear your voice and I reread every message hoping you were still okay. I’d come by and drive by your place because I missed you so fucking much...” You stood silent hearing him break down.

The man you loved was hurt, but you were broken.

“I can’t do this again...” Adrian let his tears fall as you stood up.

“The pain when you left hurt, but the pain I felt when I laid in bed at night realizing nothing was ever gonna go back to the way it was....that’s what broke me...I can’t trust anyone anymore because the one person I thought would never turn on me...turned on me..The one person I thought would never hurt me....hurt me...and the one person I trusted to never leave me...well you left me and I can’t go through it again..I can’t forgive you for making me love you..”

You stood up walking out.

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hq boys post wisdom teeth extraction

tags: fluff, soft boyfies lol

kuroo tetsurou wakes up and immediately the first thing he tells the professionals around him is that he wants to see his girlfriend because he knows you’re waiting for him and “i love her so much 🥺🥰" he says it a few more times and everyone laughs at how doped up he is both from the drugs and you. when you walk in to take notes on how to take care of him afterwards, he just stares at you as he holds you hand with the SOFTEST LOOK on his face like 🥺😍☺️❤️💕💖💝🥺🥰💖💝☺️

tetsu cannot stop looking at you and u almost have to plead with him to watch where’s he walking like tetsu pls we don’t wanna have to come back to get your front teeth done sweetie 🅱️lease!!!!!! other than that he is pretty easy to reason with it as long as you promise to kiss every part of his face once in a particular order and if u mess up, unfortunately, you’ll just have to start over again sigh it makes his heart go 💥💥💥

bokuto kuroo offers to drive him back home and brings you along to support and comfort him. he helps kou get into the back with you but he refuses and goes “kuroooooo, she’s too pretty, I dun wanna sit next to her ☹️” LMFAO kuroo rolls his eyes and just sits him down and buckles him in despite his protests HA

kou is super nervous and keeps looking over you when he thinks you aren’t looking like 🥺😊 and you decide to play along and ask him how he’s feeling and if he’s in pain and he shakes his head and goes “‘m okay, you’re really pretty though 🥺😍” kuroo snorts in the front seat and you’re trying rlly hard to not laugh at how cute he is so you take his hand and kou lit rally thinks he’s gonna pass out when you call him handsome and ask him out before kissing his cheek. he starts crying as he says things like “kuroo!!!! the pretty girl is my girlfriend now!! 🥺❤️😭💖💕😭😭🥳”

akaashi you’re already by his side by the time he wakes up but he doesn’t remember jack so he goes “hello, have u seen my girlfriend? she looks just like you. can u tell me if u see her? I would like to see her—she’s my everything 😊🥰” UGGHH KISS HIIMMM

he doesn’t remember who you are until the medication wears off but you manage to convince him that you’re gonna take him to his girlfriend so you can take him home 💀 and he spends the whole car ride really pretty quiet until you ask him why he’s so fidgety and then he softly tells you “i… can’t wait to see my girlfriend 🥺🥰💕 she said we’d go on an ice-cream date after🍦i hope she’s not mad that it’s been so long 🥺❤️💗” AHDHJANAA like a little happy babyyyy 🥺😭

oikawa tooru’s procedure finishes earlier than expected and has a dental hygienist watching over him as they wait for you and for some reason he starts to sing, but it’s really out of tune because of all the cotton in his mouth and the dental hygienist is just standing there, taking it. you can hear him down the hall as you walk into his room and he’s so excited to see you!!! “did you hear me sing for you, babe? i didn’t want you to get lost in this maze 🥺🥰” “yes, i did, tooru, tysm you don’t have to sing anymore 😊😇💕”

tries to pull you into his lap as the dentist goes through the aftercare procedures and whines “pleasssseeeee, it huuurrrrrttttts i just want cuddddlllleesssss 😭☹️🥺💕” you opt to sit on the edge of the chair as he buries his head in your back 🥰

iwaizumi YOU try to flirt with hajime because he doesn’t remember that you’re his girlfriend and he’s all like stop!!! i have a girlfriend! 😡 AHAHA so you decide to ask him about his lovely girlfriend and he gets the softest smile on his face omggg and he starts going on about how hardworking you are ❤️, determined 💘, beautiful 💖, how nice you smell 😳

when you tell him its you he doesn’t believe you!!! like stop u r trying too hard, stranger!!! 😠 It’s not until you bring up a photo of yourselves and stick it next to your face does he go all soft again like babe i missed you 🥺 there was this weirdo trying to flirt with me, i’m so glad you’re here 🥰 and you tell him that the weirdo was you and he’s like “no, you’re better than that” LMFAAOO THANKS HAJIME 😭

matsukawa his mom is there to pick the two of you up and he’s holding your hand as he turns to you, super concerned and goes “babe, we forgot my teeth 😞” HWJJCKWJSJEF 💀 he’s all pouty and its sooooooo cute LMFAO WHAT DID HE THINK A REMOVAL WAS??? but you play it cool and squeeze his hand and say “i didnt forget you though 😊” he nods like a little kid and says “yeah” and tries to pull you into his lap so that you can cuddle but his mom is right there and you’re tryna be a good passenger and stop him from unbuckling your seatbelt: issei, we can cuddle when we get home!!!!

this giant dude just looks at you all 🥺 and BEGS like “babe please, just a little, i just want to hold you 🥺💕” he tries to guilt trip you like “c’mon, babe, you forgot my teeth” 😭😭😭 STFU u somehow make it back to his place and he tackles you into the couch and promptly falls asleep in 2 minutes flat 😴 his mom thinks its hilarious and thanks u for taking care of him ☺️❤️

hanamaki straight up asks you if you have a boyfriend. you say yes and he gets REALLY SAD OH MY GOD and is all “oh ☹️🥺” but then you cup his cheek and hold one of his hands and start telling him what your boyfriend looks like and how he has cute strawberry hair and pretty eyes and how handsome he is and talking about his cute little eyebrows and how good he is at volleyball and takahiro is like…. 🧐🤨 is that…… me??? but then he’s like wait it couldn’t be and gets all sad again 😭

you can’t take how sad he is and tell him it’s him!!!!! you give him some kisses as an apology 😭🥺💖❤️ and he’s all really?!!? 🥰💖💕💝🥳💕as he pulls you close to rest his head on your chest. he asks you to talk about how much you love him again 😭🥰🥺 refuses to remove himself from you

kyoutani he’s got this super angry expression on his face and everyone stays a good ways away from him 😬 when you come in, you get the same 😡 but then he chills because you’re wearing that one dress he went out of his way to buy for you when you were window shopping together that one time and he’s like …..suspicious why is she wearing her dress 😒 HAJFKAKSW KENTAROU

but THEN he sees the bracelet he got you for your one year anniversary and takes a whiff of you (um 😷) and NOW he’s all WAIT…… connections r being made—he gets super handsy 😳💕 really likes it when you kiss his forehead 🥺 and glares daggers at the dentist with his head on your chest, arms around your waist as you stand next to him and listen to what the aftercare instructions are because he’s all like grrr my girlfriend!! no touch!!! 😡🤬

daichi omg daichi is SO SHY and BASHFUL like he looks at you all 🥺🥰 and when you look towards him he immediately looks away but it’s so obvious because his ears are red and you can see his blush high on his cheekbones 😭🥺💕 you ask him what’s wrong and he’s stuttering trying to ask if you have a boyfriend and you’re like yes 💔

his face FALLS and it hurts but then you show him your matching engagement rings 💍 like “we’re fiancés, dai 🥰❤️” and he almost cries as hard as when he heard you say yes 😭💖💕 he’s so EMBARRASSED when you show the video back to him 😭 suga and asahi clown him 🤧

sugawara fella wakes up, looks you in the eye and is like “they’ve rebuilt me, babe✨” what? “the technology!!!” ??? “they made me better than i was before: better, stronger, faster 🤖💪🧠" LMFAO thinks he underwent some experiment like no we just fixed your teeth 😌

when you tell him so he gets a little dejected and asks you if you’d still love him without any upgrades with his lips pursed and his cheeks pink as he plays with your hands 🥺💗 like OFC KOUSHI!!! 🥰🥺❤️ really sweet and giggly on the bus ride home—holds you close and draws circles on your skin as he talks about the strangest things 🙈💖

kageyama no inhibitions so tobio is very attached to you!!! when he wakes up to see you next to him, he grabs you in his half-asleep state to leave slobbery kisses all over you like some dog before he falls back asleep again 💀 he wakes up twenty minutes later to see that you’re gone (had to wash off his spit 😬) and he panics when he doesn’t see you 😭🥺

he gets up to try to look for you and the second you come back, he hugs you and is all ☹️ telling you “don’t go too far, i wanna always be able to find you 😠🥺” you rub his back and pinky promise to stay close by and he’s so relieved he falls asleep standing 😴💕 like …..thanks 🤧 asks if he can play volleyball and pouts rlly hard when the dentist says no 😭💔

atsumu atsumu is loopy af and he wanted to go to the washroom so the poor staff had to hull around this 6’2”, 80kg man around but then you walk in just as they’re about to turn the corner and the moment he sees you, he’s goes “BABIEEEEE, I loOoove yoU! 😍” in this super adorable, high pitched sing-songy voice and makes OBNOXIOUS kissy faces at you but it looks so funny because his mouth is full of cotton 😭😭🤧🥴 the nurses tell you he’s a keeper but then he promptly slips and nearly falls on his face trying to walk over to you unassisted 🙄

the walk to the car is SO HARD because he clings to you like a baby koala and whines when you try to get him to loosen up so that you can get better leverage to support his weight like atsumu pls we’re almost there, just let go for a bit and he’s all puppy eyed like “don’t 🥺 ya 🥺 love 🥺 me 🥺 baby???????? i jus’ wanna be close to ya 💔💔💔” JAJCJJWNCMS he denies all of it when he sobers up

osamu all this fool remembers is that he has a girlfriend and that she looks EXACTLY like you but his brain synapses aren’t working like they used to 😔 so he doesn’t remember that YOU are literally his girlfriend so he just sits there and goes all “you look so much like her….. i miss her sm 😢🤕😞” with this faraway look in his eyes AS IF YOU WERE DEAD 💀 THE DISRESPECT

he rlly wants to hold your hand and touch you but like u aren’t his girlfriend right??? but you tell him u are after rolling ur eyes and show him some photos of the two of you as proof and he’s all “oh!” 😳 and he smiles so broad you can see his little dimple on his left cheek 😭💖 because he can FINALLY hold your hand 🥰 no filter so he whisper-begs for kisses throughout the entire time the dentist talks you through his surgery and how to care for him and you’re so embarrassed JAJCJKAKDSS “pls, pls can i have a kiss” you give him one “can i have one here now” “what about here” “pls another one pls” 🥺🥺🥺 at least he’s polite JAJCNKAFB

suna rin remembers you and right when he wakes up to see you next to him he says, “hello, wife 💖" and waits for your response but like wtf do u SAY like you’ve only ever heard him tell you he loves you that ONE time he thought u were ASLEEP!!! and you haven’t even talked about anything beyond dating yet!!! is it the anaesthetic that’s making him say this or is he just fooling you??? 💀😵 a few minutes later, he sighs and goes “you’re supposed to say ‘hello, husband ❤️’….” 🙄🥱

show him the video after the anaesthetic wears off and he’ll sit there looking at you like “….well? i’m still waiting? 😐” ugH modern romance am i right HAHDJKAKSKAA

ushijima wakatoshi thinks you’re another nurse even though you’re dressed nothing like them and he asks you when his girlfriend is coming and if she knows he’s done with the procedure and also “have you met my girlfriend? she is very beautiful and very kind. you must meet her ☺️” he asks the same questions to the dentist who comes in to talk to you afterwards and they’re looking at him like ?????? “isn’t this your girlfriend, ushijima-san?”

wakatoshi just goes 😯, looks at you and says your name so softly and in the sweetest way possible and tells you he missed you and he loves you and he wants to go get curry from that one restaurant later and the dentist tells you they’ll be back later as you sob 😭😭❤️💕❤️😭💖

semi eita thinks you’re one of the office receptionists when you walk in and asks you if you, his girlfriend 💕, had been notified that the procedure was done and you’re all uh yes she does, she’s coming soon!! he nods very cutely and thanks you, handsome smile on his face at the thought of seeing you 🥰 he turns around to look at the window and you just stand there all 😶 he HUMS softly as he waits and it’s that one song he played for you on his guitar HAJXNJSW 😭🥺💘❤️

he turns back around thirty seconds later like “babe?? is that you?? you got here so fast 😍🥺💖😚” as if it wasn’t you THE WHOLE TIME 💀 melts when you kiss his cheeks tenderly 🥰 plays with your fingers as he softly looks into your eyes!! 😍

tendou really wants to get his wisdom teeth back like just because you pulled them out doesn’t make them yours, sensei 🙄 LMFAO the dentist gives him his teeth afterwards and he holds them out for you and you’re like “tysm for your bloody, gross teeth, satori 🥰😬” “AWWW you’re welcome 😊 aren’t they cute? ya think our kids will be this cute? 💖”

many thoughts: 1) oh god oh GOD he wants to have KIDS WITH YOU!! MARRIAGE??!? 😵❤️ 2) y does he think his molars r cute and y does he hope your kids will look like nasty teeth 😭💀 he’s rlly adamant about you lazing around with him. keeps showing u his teeth for some reason but gives the cutest smiles and hums when you feed him his fav chocolate ice cream 💗💗💗

goshiki he tries to flirt with you but its so funny and endearingly awkward because he’s got all the gauze in his mouth and he isn’t that good at it and he’s on the verge of tears half the time and you dont know why??? you ask him and his brows are all furrowed, pout on his lips and says “just wanna be your boyfriend pls 🥺💕” “yeah?” “yeah,” he nods. “i promise to do my best 🥺”

when you tell him you’re already dating, he starts to cry and is all like i have to tell all my friends 😭 tsutomu cries to the dentist like “sensei, y’know, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend 😭❤️” he quiets down when you brush through his hair with your hands ☺️

terushima you walk into his room after he’s done and ask the dental hygienists how he’s doing and he looks at you all confused like 🤨 and asks the hygienists who you are. they think you’re married for some reason and say “that’s your wife!” and you’re so EMBARRASSED but also super happy on the inside HAHA he straight up goes “DAAAMMNNN, I did alright, huh?! when we bustin’ outta here?!” 🤪😜🥴😘 as if he could actually differentiate between left and right, up and down 😔

just in case, he asks you if you’re his wife at the same time the dentist asks if the two of you will be okay from here on out and you nod to the dentist’s question but yuuji thinks it’s for him so he lays back down with this satisfied look on his face like HELL YEAH alright, alright, alright 😌🥰🥴 and does those little nods SIDJAJJDJSJFJR HAHAHAHA

sakusa omi lets you play with his bangs and hands as you wait for the dentist and he LOVES IT softest smile on his face!! RIDICULOUSLY CLINGY!!!! he does NOT want you to leave him at all, will not let you go to the bathroom even though you’re like “omi, please, the dentist is busy with another patient right now, i’ll be back soon before we go through the aftercare stuff” “no” “omi, i have to pee” “do it here” and now it’s you who’s all 🤢

gets really defensive and protective when the dentist comes in and just shoves his head in your chest because he doesn’t want to look at them LMFAO death grip around your waist 🤧 when you show him what he said about you going to the bathroom he demands you delete it “omi, i didn’t know u loved me that much 🥰🥺💕” “…………..🤐”

hoshiumi kourai insisted he was fine on his own “nothing is impossible for hoshiumi kourai, national athlete 😤” when the dentist asked if he needed someone to watch over him and the dentist is 🤨 ok sir and leaves after he falls asleep. when he wakes up, no one’s in his room and he has to use the washroom and he’s like i’ll do just it myself 🙄 he tries to stand and promptly collapses to the floor. he CRAWLS around on his stomach and makes it out of his room just as you walk in and you’re like KOU whY are you on the FLOOR like a ROACH 😭😭😭

it’s like you’re reenacting some dramatic romance movie as kou groans around the gauze and makes poor attempts to stand up, holding onto you LAKDSHLASKAHD 💀💀💀 asks you to get on the floor with him because he honest to god can’t get UP so that he can cuddle with you as the dentist and his assistants stand two feet away 🥰💕 tries to fight the staff when they get too close to you trying to help him get back to his bed HAJJFKAKDMAD

extra: kita shinsuke (lol) when kita finishes his wisdom tooth extraction, he looks at you like this and doesnt remember who you are; he thinks you’re here for another patient and doesn’t say a word to you because his grandma taught him not to talk to strangers.

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cryonme · 3 years

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𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐈𝐕

PART FOUR- “I Can’t Stop Thinking About The Way You Held Me That Night After The Boneyard And I Think I Need You To Do It Again.”

part one here

part two here

part three here

short series-- jj maybank x kook!reader

word count- 4.2k

tw- scratching, panic, description of bruises and cuts, big ol mental breakdown, swearing, self deprecation, fluff if you fuckin squint harder than you ever have in your life, mentions of blood, hints at sexual assault, mentions of wanting to throw up probably more please tell me if I missed something :( typos guaranteed

a/n- thank you for being so patient for this part! it was a busy couple days for Roxie!! again, the reader talks a lot of self deprecation, and I want to make it clear, I do not agree with her views on herself. please remember that I don't think of victims that way, I just wanted to write accurately. love you all so much!

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You were basically a shell of a human being for the next week.

Your dad and Christine had told Shoupe that it was no surprise to them that Tyler had done this, and explained that they had kicked him out of the house and why. Tyler was apparently “nowhere to be found”, very convenient, considering the police were looking for him.

All you wanted was to go see your friends, you wanted to tell them everything. You wanted to apologize for the way you treated them and thank them for saving you.

But your dad and Christine had you practically locked up in your room.

You were afraid to even ask to leave, knowing they would get upset again. You avoided bringing up the situation at all, not wanting to see the sad looks on their faces.

So, you waited. You waited a week to see your friends just so you wouldn’t have to go through the awkward sadness.

“Dad?” You asked softly as you walked into his office, hands shoved in the back pockets of your blue jean shorts. He was writing at his desk, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He started working from home when he got the call from Christine about what had happened. You hadn’t told either of them what you know yet, you needed to know more before telling someone as powerful as your father.

“Hey, honey.” He turned in his chair and smiled, taking his glasses off, giving you a warm smile.

You and your dad had a good relationship. You weren’t best friends, you didn’t tell him everything, you didn’t hang out often. But, he loved you with everything he had, and would do, and has done, just about anything for you.

“Hey,” You started, fidgeting with your hands and the rings on your fingers. “I uh- I was wondering if- Everyone’s going to John B’s today and I really miss my friends and Pope and JJ and John B will all be there so they can protect me if anything happens and-”

“(Y/n),” Your dad started but you kept rambling.

“And I just think it’s really important for me to get out of the house especially-”

“You can go.”

“Because of what happened here and I just- wait, I can?”

Your dad nodded, standing up and placing his hand on your shoulders, looking straight into your eyes with his (y/c/e) eyes, sullen and misty.

“I agree, I think you should go.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around your dad, squeezing extra tight. He let out a watery laugh and kissed your head.

“I’m really sorry kiddo. I can’t believe I wasn’t-” He stopped for a moment and let out a deep sigh, “I just can’t believe I let it go on for so long.” You frowned and just hugged your dad tighter. “You didn’t let anything go on, it’s my fault.”

Your dad's lip quivered and he rested his chin on your head, “It’s no one’s fault but his, let’s say that.

You nodded in agreement, “Let’s.”

After a couple more apologies and just a few more tears, you and your dad pulled away and you made your way back to your room, after stopping by Christine’s room to tell her you were leaving and promising 50 times to be so safe, and sent a text to Sarah.

*Can I hitch a ride to JB’s?*

It took about 15 seconds for her to reply.

OH THANK GOD

YES WTF

You smiled at your phone and shook your head, almost giddy with excitement to see your best friends. You knew Sarah was probably gonna pick you up in less than a couple minutes, so you stuck with the outfit you had on already, opting against a swimsuit. Your cuts and bruises had healed and faded immensely, but they were still there, and you’d rather skip the pity glances and sad looks. Your hands were still wrapped in compression wrap from the force of Tyler’s kick, along with your left knee and rib cage, your neck covered in red, ugly scratches from your panic attacks, and you had to be very careful with your movements so you wouldn’t worsen your concussion. You were already in a lot of pain, and having to deal with your emotional pain today would just be too much. You knew they came from a good place, and they were just concerned, but that’s not what you were there for today, you had a lot more problems in your future than just a couple injuries.

Once Sarah had texted you that she was waiting outside, you made your way downstairs, bidding your parents one last goodbye before walking out the front door and giving your best friend a wave as you made your way to her passenger seat.

“I’m not gonna hug you because I’m afraid I’ll squeeze you too tight and I know you’re injured.”

You giggled and leaned over the center console, giving her a quick kiss on top of her head and a big smile. “I would offer you my hand to squeeze but unfortunately my hands did not make it out unscathed.”

Sarah just nodded, taking in your appearance for a moment before clearing her throat and starting her car, blinking hard a couple times as she made her way out of your neighborhood.

“I didn’t tell anyone you’re coming, they’ll be so excited.” She forced a smile to her face and you returned it.

You knew she was having a really hard time having you in her car, forced to look at you and remember the day they found you nearly unconscious with Tyler’s hand around your throat.

You probably looked disgusting.

You pulled down the mirror to examine your face, your eye was still swollen and discolored, your lip as well. You had a yellowing bruise on your right cheekbone and a healing cut on your eyebrow right above it.

A sight to see.

“(Y/n/n)...”

“Please don’t, S.” You said softly, flipping the mirror back up in its place and turning to your blonde haired friend, giving her a weak smile. “Just making sure they’re healing okay. Forgot to check before we left.”

Sarah just nodded, not looking convinced by your untrue words.

The sound of Sarah’s tires rolling over the dirt road made your stomach flip, you weren’t ready yet. You didn’t want to see John B’s sad eyes, or Kiara’s quivering lip, or Pope’s lingering eyes on your bandages.

You didn’t wanna see JJ’s face, you’d turn to putty if you saw even an ounce of hurt in those pretty blue eyes.

You took a deep breath when Sarah finally rolled up to the Chateau, trying to calm your shaking hands, using one to steady the other, but it was no use since they were both unsteady. You mustered up all of your courage and confidence and opened the car door, immediately spotting your friends on John B’s wrap around porch, drinking beers and laughing.

They don’t miss you. You had told yourself, stopping in your tracks and raking your hands through your hair, suddenly wanting to cry. Look how much fun they’re having without you.

What you hadn’t seen was the pogues sitting in silence only moments before, sullen looks on their faces as they forced light conversation and jokes, before one finally made them laugh, bringing peace to the friends for just a moment.

“Hey,” Sarah stood in front of you, hands on your cheeks. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t have to. Her eyes looking into yours with nothing but love and compassion was enough. “Come on.” She nodded encouragingly and grabbed your hand, pulling you behind her as she approached the screen door.

You wanted to throw up.

The door cracked open, it’s rusty hinges making a high pitched squeaking noise.

And there it was.

John B’s sad eyes.

Kiara’s quivering lip.

Pope’s eyes glued to your bandages.

You didn’t look at JJ.

“Fuck.” Kiara breathed out as she quickly stood up from her spot to hug you, but quickly stopped herself as she got closer and could see the damage more clearly. She stared at you a moment with teary eyes, not sure what to do.

“Just hug me, weirdo.” You said, grabbing her arm and pulling her in for a light hug.

“God, I just wanna squeeze you.” She muttered, her mouth pressed against your shoulder.

“Please don’t.” You said, only half joking.

You both giggled and pulled away, you gave her a small smile before squeezing her shoulders.

“Love you, Kie.”

“I love you way more, how are you doing?”

You just shook your head, “I’d rather not get into that, if that’s okay.”

Kie just nodded. She should’ve known better with you, of course you weren’t gonna answer that question.

“At least you’re not lying.” John B said, pulling you into a light hug much like the one you had with Kie moments before, his arms around your shoulders while your cheek rested on his chest, his chin on top of your head.

“Love you, bub. Glad you’re okay.” He said into your hair before leaving a slight kiss, pulling away to put his hand in Sarah’s, his gaze lingering on your broken down figure.

Pope just kept looking at you, obviously freaked out.

“Hey, Heyward.” You put your hand under his chin, bringing his eyes up to yours. You smiled at the boy and nodded, “I’m okay.”

Pope reached one hand up to grab yours, hot holding it too tight, but just enough to tell you how much he loves you. “I’m happy you’re here.”

JJ watched as you had a heartfelt moment with each of your friends, but wouldn’t spare a single glance in his direction. She had whispered his name in pain just a week ago, wanting him by her side, and now she won’t look at him.

She realized what a piece of shit you are.

The pogues sensed the tension, all of them standing up and heading inside the house to give you two a moment alone. You wanted to beg them to stay, or follow them inside even. Grab a bag of chips and flop yourself onto the couch with your head in Pope’s lap, giggling at John B and Sarah’s lovers quarrel in the kitchen.

But you had to face this head on, you had to face JJ head on. It was time.

“Why won’t you look at me?” JJ asked, trying to mask his anger, it wasn’t working.

“I-”

“After all this, I thought we were past the hatred, (Y/n).” He was trying to keep his cool, but he couldn’t. Keeping his cool was never one of his strong suits.

“JJ-”

“I’m not doing this anymore with you. You can-”

You cut him off. If he said one more angry word at you you wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“JJ, I know you hate me and I know I’m a bitch and I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you. But, god, I can’t stop thinking about the way you held me that night after the boneyard and I think I need you to do it again.” Your voice shook as you finally whipped your head to look at him, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through your head from the sudden movement.

There was that hurt in his eyes, plain as day. His hair was disheveled and his eyes looked heavy and sad, dark circles hanging underneath them. He looked so beautiful.

JJ was wordless as he strode towards you, his arms out as he finally held you lightly in his arms.

“I need you to hold me tighter, Jayje, please.” “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“*Please.”

The blond responded by just holding you tighter against him, one hand around your waist and the other supporting the back of your head. You let out a choked sob at the feeling of him around you, this is all you ever wanted, all you ever needed. It was like air was finally rushing through your lungs.

“I’m sorry I was angry, I’m so sorry.”

You just shook your head, unable to speak words as you continued to cry, wordlessly telling him not to apologize, just pulling him impossibly closer.

JJ stumbled a little as you pulled him, “Okay, okay. Let’s sit down.” He said softly, leading you to the outside couch, careful not to loosen his grip on your frame. JJ sat down in the corner and pulled you with him, situating your body between his legs, your arms wrapped around his neck as your head fell to rest in the crook of his neck. JJ’s hand that wasn’t on your waist came to rest on your cheek, his thumb slowly stroking your cheekbone back and forth.

“I’m so scared.” Your voice squeaked through your sobs and hiccups and JJ’s heart shattered, scattering broken pieces at his feet.

“M’not gonna leave you. Promise.”

You didn’t respond as you held up your pinky, signalling for him to hook his around yours, and he did, leaving a sweet kiss on your fingers, then returning his hand to it’s spot on your cheek, holding onto you for dear life. He wanted to find Tyler and kill him himself, even if only for the way you were shaking in his arms, it scared him. He had never seen you this broken before, he didn’t think anybody had, not including Sarah or Kie, but even then the amount was few.

He didn’t want to shush you or tell you everything was okay, because it wasn’t, really. Your abusive step brother was nowhere to be found and he had nearly killed you. It wasn’t okay. So, he let you cry and he held you, letting out an involuntary whine every time your body would tremor and whispering sweet things in your ear, until eventually you fell asleep in his arms, your breathing finally normal.

John B came out the front door when he heard your crying stop, Pope trailing close behind him, and the two leaned on the railing across from JJ.

“I wanna kill him.” JJ said, not looking up from his gaze on you. “Look at her.”

JJ was holding back his own tears now, forcing out a couple coughs to try and cover up his cracking voice. “The way she just broke down, I- I’ve never seen her like this before, guys. She usually has something funny to say, a joke to pull even in the toughest situations but she’s so scared and sad. Fuck, I never want to see her like this again.”

John B and Pope were silent as JJ talked, just listening to their distraught friend.

“I’m not leaving her. Not ‘til that son of a bitch is dead or behind bars for the rest of his life.”

Pope nodded, “I think that’s smart, actually.”

The boys were interrupted when Sarah brought out your bag, holding it out to JJ.

“She needs to change her bandages, they look a mess.”

JJ grabbed the bag and placed it on the ground next him, then turned to you and gently shook you awake, stroking your hair and whispering softly.

“Hey, pretty girl, Gotta get up and change your bandages, okay? They’re all twisted.”

You nodded and stood up, immediately whimpering from losing the extra compression around your ribs and the pain in your head. JJ shot up, fawning over you, offering to carry you to the bathroom. You just shook your head and made your way inside, keeping your eyes on your feet so you wouldn’t make eye contact with Pope or John B.

You made it to the bathroom before JJ did, so you sat on the counter and waited, he must’ve been talking to the boys outside.

“You should’ve said something sooner, Sarah. This could’ve been avoided.” You heard Kie’s voice through the door.

“What? Do you know how mad she would be if I did? She’d never talk to me again.” “At least she’d be safe.” Kie spat.

“Look, I- I didn’t know that was gonna happen, okay-”

“Obviously.” Kie muttered.

“You don’t think I’ve been beating myself up about it all week?”

“You should be beating your-”

“Kie, lay off.” John B’s voice interrupted, followed by the slamming of a bedroom door, and silence.

You frowned at the conversation. This was no one’s fault, no one but Tyler. He’s the scum who did this to you, there was no one else to blame. Kie was angry and looking for someone to pin it on who wasn’t conveniently missing, but it wasn’t fair to Sarah.

JJ entered the room not a moment later, holding your bag with fresh compression wraps and bandages, a nervous smile plastered on his face.

“Let me see.” He said, setting down the bag on the counter next to you.

You had a hesitant look on your face, you knew he meant for you to take off your shirt, and you didn’t want to. After everything-

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” He whispered so softly you almost didn’t hear him. “I just wanna help you, okay? I need to see them so I can help you, baby.”

You nodded and he mirrored the action, slowly bringing his arms forward to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in just a bra and shorts. JJ didn’t bat an eye at your chest, solely focused on your injuries. He stayed silent while he carefully unwrapped the compression from your ribcage, which was now twisted from your sleeping position. He sucked in through his teeth while he looked at your ribcage, horribly discolored and red from the wrap, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to your tiny heart tattoo, almost invisible from the bruising.

“Broken?” He asked.

You shrugged. You don’t pay attention when doctors talk, that was Christine’s job.

JJ didn’t acknowledge your answer, just continued his work. He pressed a kiss to each spot he unwrapped, telling you something about how it always made them heal faster.

“Kisses from a handsome man like myself make everything better.” He had said with a playful glint in his eye.

You wanted to smile and the sweetness and pureness of it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to.

JJ finished and crumpled up the old wraps and bandages before tossing them in the garbage and looking back at you. He looked at you for a moment before reaching his hand out and softly running his fingers over your red scratches. You couldn’t read his expression. You still didn’t know JJ well, having hated him the entire time you’ve known him up until just over a week ago, you were seeing him in a new light, and you couldn’t tell what he was making of all of this.

You told yourself he was probably over this, annoyed that he was having to deal with the beaten down girl in front of him instead of sticking himself into the gorgeous blonde he had wrapped around him at the Boneyard.

He thinks you're ugly and pathetic. Who the fuck scratches themselves?

“These look like they hurt, baby. You gotta stop doing this to yourself.” He said, bringing his blue eyes up to meet yours. “Not that easy.” You rasped back.

JJ sighed and nodded, he of all people knew how not easy it was to quit a coping mechanism. He always hated when Pope or Kiara would try to tell him to just “Stop drinking” or “Stop getting in fights”. It isn't easy when you feel like that’s the one thing that will help you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said seriously, his eyes full of intensity as he looked at you, the girl he felt so strongly for that he mistook the feeling for hatred.

You scoffed.

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

JJ sighed and looked down before settling himself between your legs, his eyebrows knit together and eyes sharp on yours. “You know.”

“What kinda girl lets this happen to herself, JJ? It’s ugly, I look ugly.” Tears started to build up again and JJ didn’t know what to say.

“Baby, you didn’t let anything happen. This is not on you.”

You shook your head as more tears fell, “You don’t get it, I’m weak.”

JJ just shook his head, “No.”

“Stop disagreeing with me!” You yelled, trying to punch his chest but crying out from the pain in your hands. “I’m weak, I’m pathetic, I’m gross, I’m ugly! He did this to me! He made me this way and now he gets away with it! He gets away-”

You were inconsolable, your words were barely coherent as snot and tears ran down your face. You wanted JJ to agree, tell you you were weak and ugly, you needed to be right. It was comfortable to be right. “I’m right, JJ! Don’t fucking tell me I’m wrong! Why are you lying to me?!”

“Baby-”

“He did this to me! I’ll never feel clean again!”

If JJ’s heart wasn’t fully broken before, it was now. He felt utterly helpless for the first time in his life, completely not knowing what to do. He always had a next move. Even when his dad was beating the shit out of him, even when a kook had him pinned down, face in the sand and barely able to breathe. But now, looking at you, body broken and bruised and lips and eyes red and puffy from crying, choking on your own sobs, JJ felt fucking useless.

“(Y/n), please, breathe, angel.”

You stopped for a second and pushed your hair out of your face, looking at him confused.

“You can let it out, just remember to breathe, okay? You’re gonna panic and scratch yourself again.” His voice was so gentle as his hand lightly squeezed the back of your neck, his other hand softly caressing your thigh.

You just nodded slowly, expecting him to yell at you for your outburst or tell you you’re being childish, but you received the opposite. You began to take deep breaths for JJ, beginning to realize you’d do just about anything to get rid of the heart broken expression on his face.

He took deep breaths with you, placing your hands on his chest and covering them with his own so you could feel the rise and fall and the patter of his heart beat. He gave you a small smile when your breathing settled, and he let you fall into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. “Proud of you, pretty girl. Did so good.”

You whined and pulled away from him, you wanted to see his face, to see the way he was looking at you. JJ’s hands rested on your hips and he gave them a gentle squeeze as you stared at his ocean eyes.

“I wanna kiss you.” You whispered, your hands coming up to cradle the sides of his neck.

JJ shook his head, “Soon, I promise. Okay? But not now.” He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. He couldn’t kiss you while you were torn apart and terrified, he wanted to see the sparkle in your eyes, that striking grin on your cherry painted lips.

He doesn’t want to kiss you.

“Not like this. Not when you feel this way, okay?”

Oh.

You could’ve sworn your heart burst and melted all the way down to your toes. This was a new JJ. Even when he hated you he probably would’ve jumped at the opportunity to do anything with you, shutting up your loud mouth with his own. But now, it’s almost like he’s afraid to break you.

You nodded but stayed silent, finally letting your body rest against his. “I need to talk to the group.”

JJ nodded, helping you off of the counter. His heart squeezed when you intertwined your fingers with his, gently holding on so you wouldn’t hurt your hand further. His heart skipped a beat when you brought your free hand up to hold onto his forearm. You were gonna give him butterflies forever.

The two of you walked outside the bathroom and you saw your friends sitting and waiting for you, and you began to feel nauseous.

Once JJ got you out of the bathroom and onto the couch comfortably, you let go of his hand and he suddenly felt empty. You ran your hands up and down your thighs with anxiety before letting out a small whimper, feeling your body begin to surge with panic as you thought about what you had to tell your friends.

“You’re safe.” JJ whispered, his hands hovering over you like he wasn’t sure what you wanted from him. You looped your arm through his and he brought his hand over to gently rest on your knee, giving you a soft kiss on your temple.

“I wanted to tell you guys this as soon as I knew, but I had to tell you in person and when I got here the emotions were just too much and-”

JJ pulled your hand down from your neck, softly shushing you to stop you from rambling. You hadn’t even realized you were scratching. You took a deep breath and looked at JJ again, waiting for his quick nod before you took the deepest breath of your life and said the words you had been dreading to say all week.

“Tyler killed my mom and sister.”

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Jealousy, Jealousy (Part Two)

Hi everyone! Thank you so much for the love on part one! I did not expect people to love it as much as they did and ask for multiple parts! I’m super excited to keep this story going as I have the whole thing planned out in my head already so I can’t wait to actually write it:) anyway, here’s part two!<3 WARNING: Lots and lots of angst, but with humor!

My eyes flash open and the reality of the situation finally hits me. I just blew up my room over an unreciprocated love.

I take some deep breaths and pick myself up off the floor, attempting to flatten out my disheveled hair and wipe away any leftover tears from my face. I quickly walk to the door and open it up a smidge, just letting the corner of my face be visible to the others.

“Good morning!” I state with a yawn, and they look at me as if I’m crazy.

“Good morning? Good morning?! Evie, I heard what sounded like a damn bomb exploding coming from your room at three in the morning. Do not good morning me and let us in.” As usual, Phastos can see right through my facade. He knows this is more than my typical nightmare, and he knows that both him and Ajak have every reason to believe whatever just happened could becoming a threat to the team as a unit.

“I’m fine, Phastos, don’t be dramatic! I had another nightmare and then knocked some shit over in my sleep. I didn’t mean to wake everyone up, i’m just clumsy that’s all. Go back to sleep, it was just a nightmare.”

I say in hopes that everyone will drop it. For a second, I think a majority of them believe me. Sersi gives me a sympathetic look and then turns around to follow Ikaris who has already left, Phastos rolls his eyes but leaves, and then finally Ajak bids me goodnight after making me promise to talk with her about this when everyone is awake. The only one that remains is, of course, Druig.

“Evie. We both know that wasn’t your usual nightmare. What the hell happened in there?” He says with both confusion and concern lacing his words, and as he reaches out to place a comforting hand on my shoulder, I flinch back, causing hurt to flash over his face for a second before quickly shifting back into his usual stone cold demeanor.

“Nothing, Dru. I’m fine. Sorry to interrupt your date for the second time. Goodnight.” I quickly shut the door and press my forehead against it, hoping he walks away soon so I can finish my lame sob session in peace. Yet, no matter how much time has passed, I hear nothing.

You know, locking me out can’t keep me out forever, Eev. I know something is wrong, because you even let me back into your thoughts which you haven’t done for the past century.

I gasp out loud and then curse under my breath for my stupidity, causing Druig to laugh outside the door. I let myself smile a little, because for someone who is older than life itself, I obviously lack the skills for common sense and critical thinking.

Get out of my head, weirdo. Tell me, what do you see? Do you see me dreaming about breakfast because let me tell you Dru, I cannot wait for Phastos and his “I feel sorry for you, here’s a gourmet meal” breakfast platter in the morning.

I wait for a laugh, yet nothing comes. I begin to feel sad again, believing he too gave up on me and my nightmares and walked back to the comfort of Makkari’s arms.

Evie, this is serious. You’ve never had a nightmare like this before. You can joke and deflect all you want but I’m worried about you. I think the entire team is, but I know what your nightmares are usually like. You blowing up your room is not a side effect of them.

My eyes flash up to the doorway, his silhouette visible through the foggy glass door of my bedroom. How the hell did he know about the aftermath of the state of my room?

You let me in, whether you meant to or not. I was able to wake everyone up because I did not know who or what we were going to face when coming into your room. You never let Ajak or Phastos in, which proves to me that you’re not okay. You’ve been distant lately, way more than usual. You don’t talk to me anymore, and I thought it was because of jealousy over Makkari, but obviously it’s something much more serious.

I whip out the door, not even caring that he can most likely see my post breakdown destruction, and shove him against the opposite wall. He gives me a smirk, his famous but gorgeous smirk, and I glare even harder.

“Do you actually think my world revolves around you and your love life? You may have sweet Makkari wrapped around your finger but I am most definitely not.” Lie. All of it was lies. I would let him break my heart if he wanted, which he already has.

“Evie, chill. Let’s all take some deep breaths and not shove me against the wall. I always knew you wanted to be this close to me, I just never expected that tonight would be the night you showed it.” Druig says, laughing as he does, his eye contact with me never waning.

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I know he’s only joking and being a douche like he normally always is, but this time it hits different. I have always wanted to be this close to him, ever since the day we met. He’s held my heart in the palm of his hands since the day we arrived, but he’s only ever desired someone else’s.

I can’t change the way he feels about me, but I can change the way I let his daily, empty flirtations get under my skin.

“You wish, Dru. I am way out of your league and you know it.” I fake laugh, letting his shirt leave my fist and take many steps backward, leaning against the wall. He smiles at me too, and the sight alone makes my heart soar.

“I do wish, my love. Alas, the great Evie will never take me as her dearly, beloved husband, as she is sworn to a life of solitude and books. Please, oh please my love, take me as your husband!” He practically yells, causing me to shush him out of nervousness. He then proceeds to get on one knee in front of me and open his palm to hand me exactly what I needed the most in that moment. A sleeping pill.

I let out a loud laugh and eagerly take the pill into my hands, shoving his shoulder as I do so.

“You’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met, but I appreciate you. Thank you, Dru.” I say seriously, looking up at his beautiful, blue eyes.

He wraps me into his arms and places his chin on top of my head, making me feel as if i’ve never been more protected and loved than I am in this very moment. I let myself relax in his arms, wrapping my arms around his torso and placing my cheek against the soft cotton of his pajama shirt. My eyes flutter shut and Druig begins to brush my hair with his hand in an attempt to be comforting.

“I get a hug and a hair brush? So kind!” Druig laughs out loud at my sarcasm and begins to tickle me, causing me to let out a bunch of little giggles and kicks trying to get him away from me.

“I was trying to comfort you, damn let me just give you a hug for once.” He then picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, my throat letting out a loud screech of pure happiness and joy as he brings us all the way into my room and then sets me down on the bed.

He begins to look around at the damage as I bring my knees closer to my chest, anxiously waiting for him to poke fun at both me and my relentless night terrors. Instead, he turns around to look at me and then gets so close to me that I can feel his warm, minty breath on my face.

He looks me in the eyes and brushes a strand of my loose, tangled hair away from my face and behind my ear. He cups my cheek and I let myself lean into his hand, involuntarily smiling softly as I do so.

“Whatever this is, Eev, you don’t have to face it alone. You’re like family to me. Sure, technically everyone here is my family, but with you I mean it. I want to make sure you’re okay.”

I know he meant well, but the words still stung nonetheless. Family. As in, brother, sister, cousin, friend. For a second out in that hallway I believed we could’ve been something greater, but now I know that was just Druig being his usual flirtatious and smug self.

“Why are you crying? Evie? Evie? Where did you go?” He laughs softly, wiping my stray tears away as I focus back in on the situation before me. I laugh a little, pretending to play it off as fatigue from my eventful night.

You can let me in again, you know. We do have the same power. Whatever you’re feeling, maybe I can tell you if I’ve felt it too?

I remove his hand from my cheek and I feel the rush of the coldness from my room surround me. I look up at him, wanting to let him in and wanting him to see just how much I care about him and love every single aspect of his nature. I love him, his flaws, and even his cocky nature that always leaves my heart in shambles and my cheeks redder than roses. He has my heart, and that’s exactly why it’s breaking.

I’m okay, Dru. Thank you for checking up on me and for giving me this sleeping pill, I probably won’t leave my hibernation for days. But I promise we will talk eventually, I just want to be by myself for a bit to figure everything out.

I can see the frustration evident on his face, as he never truly understood why I blocked him out of my head those many years ago. He doesn’t know that I am madly in love with him, and I promised myself that he never would.

Druig kisses my forehead and I let my eyes shut, taking in every moment of this soon to be beautiful memory. He then stands up and gives me one last sympathetic look as he leaves and shuts my bedroom door behind him. I don’t move as I hear his footsteps recede, and I don’t move still when I hear the melody that is his infectious laughter with Makkari in the other room.

I know he only meant to help, but he made everything worse. His kindness, his beauty, his caring nature, and most importantly, the way that he never judges me or my destructive nightmares has my heart split in two. I have never loved the way I love him, but I have learned (through Thena and her wise words of wisdom) that just because you love something, doesn’t mean that it’s yours. In this moment, Druig is Makkari’s and Makkari is Druig’s.

Me, you ask? My bed has me. My nightmares practically own me. I have nothing other than that.

I tiredly stand up and walk around my mess of a room, and notice that a lot of the edges are frayed with a blue glow. I reach my hand out and timidly touch the edge, with the blue glow beginning to seep through my arms and envelop me like a warm and familiar hug.

My hair lifts off my shoulders as the wind picks up again. Yet, this time it feels different. It doesn’t feel terrifying or painful like the last one was, it feels like a constant hum drumming through my entire body. I feel confident, I feel good.

I look down at my hands and see that little tiny blue orbs are beginning to form in my palms. I flick one up and giggle as it quickly rushes down to be reunited with my hand.

In that moment, I realized that I was going to be okay. Druig may not have me and most likely never will, but my pain about him and his lover will fade. My pain will fade, but this newfound power of mine never will.

If I can’t be somebody’s everything, I simply will become my own.

#druig angst #druig x y/n #eternals #druig x female reader #druig x reader #druig fanfiction #druig fic #druig oneshot #druig headcanon #druig drabble #marvel #movies #comics #druig imagine #druig blurb #druig fluff #barry keoghan

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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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can i request 14 & 19 dom!Jake and female reader🏃🏻💨💨 thank you💞

A/N: i kinda got carried away with this lol forgive me

Warnings: oral and fingering (f recieving), unprotected sex, slight cum play, overstimulation

Word count: 2k

“I’m sorry baby,” Jake tries to grab your hand but you snatch it away. He pulls you into his arms and you pout.

“I thought you were gonna hang out with me today.” you say quietly.

“I am I am, I just got distracted.” he pets your hair, still hugging you. You haven’t hugged back yet.

Jake was supposed to come over and see you but he was out with the boys and forgot. It was so unlike him, and it made you pretty sad. You wondered if you were a burden to him.

“I can’t believe I got stood up by my own boyfriend.” you sigh and he looks at you, looking as sorry as ever. To be honest, you were exaggerating your sadness a bit for fun.

He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry pumpkin. I’ll never do it again.”

“Do you promise?” you ask him and he nods confidently. “Okay fine.” you pull him in for a short kiss.

He smiles and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He carries you to your room and plops you onto your bed. He falls down next to you and pulls you into his arms.

“I missed you,” he kisses your cheek. “You smell so good.”

You cackle. “Weirdo.”

He kisses your jaw and makes his way to your lips.

He tries to pull you into his lap but you roll away and turn your back towards him.

“Baby~” he pulls you against him. “Please don’t be mad, it makes me crazy.”

“You betrayed me.” you joke and he laughs lightly.

“C’mere, let me make it up to you.” he tugs you into his lap and pulls you in for a kiss.

Without having to think about it, your arms link around his neck and his hands find your hips.

He smiles into the kiss just like he always does and for some reason it sends tingles down your spine. You run your hand through his hair as he squeezes your ass.

“You’re easy to persuade,” he smirks and you roll your eyes.

“Maybe you’re just a sweet talker.” you kiss his jaw.

“Yeah I’d say so too,” he says smugly and you chuckle.

He pulls you in for a kiss and slips his tongue into your mouth. You can’t help but rock your hips against his. You can already feel his hard on in his jeans.

He kisses your cheek. “You’re so pretty.”

“You’re ruining the mood.” you joke.

“I can’t be romantic now?”

You roll your eyes and push your lips against his.

He holds your waist and gently lays you down onto the bed.

He grinds his hips into yours as he kisses your neck. You whimper softly, already needing him.

He smirks, loving how he affects you.

His fingers creep up your shirt, touching your waist like your skin is made of flower petals.

He was always so gentle with you, even if he was calling you a needy slut at the same time.

He pushes your shirt up and begins to pepper kisses all over your stomach he reaches around your back and unclasps your bra.

“You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.” he kisses your jaw while massaging your chest.

“As if.” you roll your eyes a bit.

He stops. “What, you think I’m lying?”

“Definitely.” you chuckle.

“Fine, let me prove that I’m telling the truth.” he kisses you softly while trailing his fingers into your shorts.

You writhe under him, impatiently waiting for his touch. He circles your clit over your underwear and you whimper.

“One touch and you’re already making pretty noises.” he smirks.

“What if I was faking it?” you definitely weren’t but you felt like playing with him today.

He cocks an eyebrow. “Where’d all this attitude come from?”

You’re about to shrug but you’re cut off by him tugging your shorts and underwear off. Your knees knock together.

“Feeling shy?” he kisses your cheek. “You were so big and bad just a second ago.”

I’ll never win, you think to yourself.

He rubs your thighs up and down and kisses your knee. “Be good and spread your legs.”

You feel yourself blush. How does he always say the right thing?

You comply and he settles between your thighs. “That’s my girl.”

He kisses your soft skin and you quiver beneath him.

“Please?” you ask, already feeling desperate.

“Usually I would give it to you right away,” he squeezes your ass. “But you’ve been a bit of a brat today don’t you agree?”

You roll your eyes. “I hate you.”

He scoffs. “Really?”

“Mhm.” you huff.

He strokes you with his thumb. “I don’t think so princess.”

You cross your arms.

“I know how much of a slut you are for me,” he caresses your face. “Just the other day I had you screaming my name.”

Your knees knock together out of shyness and he tsks you. “Don’t start acting up again, you’ll regret it.”

He collects your slick on fingers before slowly pushing two into you. You whine a little and grab at his forearm.

“See?” he says and kisses your jaw. “That feels good doesn’t it.”

You nod pathetically, already submitting to him. He must’ve cast a spell on you or something because you couldn’t help but follow his every order.

He plays with your clit with his thumb while rhythmically pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“You’re so pretty,” he kisses you right below your ear. “I love seeing you like this.”

Soon your legs begin to tremble as he continues to hit your spot just right.

“Fuck,” you moan shakily, holding onto his arm for dear life. “Please don’t stop.”

He lowers his head and gently kisses your clit. Your legs almost snap around his head but he pushes them open with his free hand.

It’s hard not to try to scooch away from him and the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you, but he keeps you locked down under him.

You watch his tongue circle over your clit and his fingers disappear inside of you. Just the sight nearly sends you over the edge.

Right when your trembling becomes more urgent he stops and pulls away. It takes a lot to not slap him in the face.

You whine and fall onto your back.

“What?” he asks teasingly.

“You’re so mean to me.” you pout.

He chuckles and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “You know I love you doll.”

“Can you fuck me already?” you beg and he smirks.

He tugs his hoodie over his head and unzips his jeans. The dim lighting in your bedroom highlights every ripple of muscle in his arms and chest as he climbs over you to kiss your neck.

He rubs his tip over your clit before slowly pushing into you.

You wince from the slight stretch.

He lets you adjust for a moment. “Ready?”

You nod eagerly and hold onto his back as he steadily thrusts into you. Whines leave your lips as he hits your gspot every time.

“So wet,” he says lowly, nipping at your neck to leave a light hickey. “Did I get you like this?”

“Yeah,” you say softly. “You’re so good.”

“Just a bit ago you were saying that you hated me.” he teases. “Are you that weak for this cock?”

You nod pathetically and his hand squeezes around your throat. “Use your words sweetheart.”

“I am.” your interrupted by a moan dripping out of your throat. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

He reaches over to your nightstand and pulls your vibrator out of the top drawer.

Your eyes widen and your heart beat picks up. “How’d you know about that?”

He smiles. “You’re not as sneaky as you think you are.”

You cover your hands with your face, trying to hide the embarrassment.

He chuckles and kisses your cheek. “Don’t be shy darling, just relax.”

He switches the little wand onto low and holds it against your clit while thrusting into you. Your eyes nearly roll back and he groans from the vibration.

You scratch at his back and he chuckles. “Does it feel that good?”

You nod and kiss him passionately.

“Look at my sweet girl taking this cock so well,” he pounds his hips into yours. “Tell me how much you love it.”

“So much,” you whine. “Please don’t stop, it feels so good.”

Your eyes are wide and desperate compared to his dark and determined ones.

“God you’re beautiful,” he kisses your forehead, your heart warms from the gesture.

He ticks the vibrator higher and a high pitched moan escapes your lips.

He smiles, watching you writhe and whimper in pleasure.

Your legs begin to shut and he pushes them open again, wanting to see all of you.

Your fingers slide into his soft hair and you tug a bit. “I can’t hold it anymore.” you stutter.

“Cum for me then,” he nips at your collar bone. “Cum on this cock.”

You cry out as your orgasm flows through your body. Literally every time it’s with him it’s like you're floating in heaven. You’d give anything to be with him like this forever.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Good girl.”

His movements slow as he moans into your neck, releasing into you.

He stays inside of you, rubbing your sides and caressing your hair as you come down from your high. He kisses your cheek before slowly pulling out of you and watching his cum drip out of your pussy.

He gently rubs your cunt. You’re so wet and his cum just made you more lubricated. Your legs begin to shake from the over stimulation and he holds you taught.

“F-fuck wait,” you grab at his arm, still trying to adjust to the sudden pleasure.

“Do you think you can go one more time for me princess?” he asks sweetly.

You hesitate for a moment and then you imagine how good it would feel and you nod.

He traces soft circles onto your clit while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re doing so good,” he kisses your forehead.

Your whimpers get more intense and his fingers speed up.

“Oh my god,” you squeak, still holding onto him.

“Look at me sweetheart.” he says and you look into his intoxicating brown eyes. He must be some magical creature the way he could so easily persuade you. “You’re such a good slut, doing everything as I say.”

He looks down. “And look how pretty this cunt is.”

You shy away but he grabs your jaw. “Watch what I’m doing to you.”

You down to see his fingers working your clit just how you like it and his other hand coming in to slowly finger you. His fingers slide in and out of you with no problem from his cum and how wet you were.

“Don’t stop.” you whisper shakily. “Please make me cum.”

He smirks and begins to pump and curl his fingers into you at the perfect pace and pressure.

“Come on,” he encourages you as your breathing becomes more ragged. “I know you can do it.”

Your back arches and your legs begin to shake like a leaf as your second orgasm rips through you. He watches you in awe as you whine and quiver under him. His fingers slow down as he comes up to kiss you. “Such a good girl.”

You hold onto him as your heart rate slowly goes back to normal.

“You’re crazy.” you breathe out and he smiles.

“Crazy for you.” he jokes and you frown at him.

He chuckles. “Let’s get up and take a shower, that’s if you can even walk there.”

You roll your eyes, but he was probably right.

#enhypen smut #Jake sim smut #Kpop smut

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a-lil-perspective · 3 years

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70 Encouragements/Tips For The Writer:

A/N: Rules don’t exist. These are real and personal and stem from a deteriorating, exhausted Writer who is here to tell you (and herself) that you are amazing and keep going. I hope you find some encouragement within.

Your mental health comes first and foremost.

Indulge and embrace your creative writing pieces when they come (and when they don’t). Especially when they don’t.

Suffering from Writer’s Block or fluctuating hyperfixation? Me too. So is your favorite author. Welcome to the Writer’s Block Party (all my uwus if you see the pun).

Did you spend five hours on this one segment, forget the last time you ate, develop chapped lips, dry eyes, and a stiff back (time to get up and move), bang your head on the wall, laugh, cry, fidget, take your ADHD meds, deviate to watch YouTube, have an epiphany, curse in frustration and wonder why the hell you do this to yourself? Congratulations, you’re a Writer.

Embrace all the not-so-glamorous sides of writing, and accept the fact they’re going to happen time over again.

When you say “just one more line” and it’s 2:00 AM, I’ll be here to remind you to “go to sleep” (because I’m also depriving myself lol).

Actually, sleeping helps your mind feel refreshed, and it’s good for your health. If you’re struggling with a particular segment, one of the best things you can do is just put a cap on it for the time being, put in a placeholder, and get some shut eye. I know you don’t want to. But you will feel so much better and have more clarity and energy to continue when you wake. Trust me.

More often than not, those words you “just didn’t write down fast enough and now forgot” end up revealing themselves to you later in a much more profound way. Give the words time to get ready. They’re just spiffing up before coming to visit. :)

Be proud of yourself and your prose. Writing is an amazing part of who you are.

That trope has been written 1000 times before? Make it 1001.

You’ve already written this scenario? Write it again.

You’ve just written a single sentence. Now sit back for moment and think: you just wrote something brand new, never before seen. Nobody out there will ever write that sentence or formulate those thoughts the exact same way. You are a unique, mind-blowing, awe-inspiring human being.

Bask in the excitement that comes with a completed piece. Reflect on what you learned throughout and celebrate the little victories.

Don’t be afraid to ask for feedback, but also understand that you might not always get it, and that is OK.

Please re-read your work. Be gentle with yourself. You had to write that very first piece to get to where you are now. Love the process.

Your personal writing success is not based off of kudos or likes or reblogs.

There is no right or wrong way to write.

There is no such thing as “good” writing.

Improvement is becoming of everyone so get comfy, strap in. The journey of a Writer is a lifelong one. Here’s to many more works ahead.

Don’t mourn the words you did or didn’t write. Celebrate the ones you will.

One day, you’ll read a piece that will blow you away—and it will be yours.

There is nothing “shameful” about reblogging your own writing works.

I promise you’ll find your “wow” piece—either in something you’ve already written, or something yet to come.

Baby. Please don’t write out of spite. You’re better than that.

You are just as valid/deserving as the next Writer. And you do belong.

If you feel sad/unworthy when sharing your works or interacting with others’, get to the root of why. Writing should be fun, rewarding, and relaxing. Not shameful, embarrassing, or a chore.

Writing (fanfiction, specifically) is labeled as “transformative works”. Self-explanatory, right? However, if you notice the transformative part begin to have a personal effect on you—a negative one—it’s time to take a step back.

Right now, I can name a single quality you possess: diligence. How do I know? Because you’re a Writer, and the two go hand-in-hand.

Got that single scene in your head but you haven’t completed or even began all the chapters preceding? Bruh. Jot that down right now. You don’t need 20k words beforehand.

Embrace your writing mood swings. The stray, sweet and condensed blurbie. The ideal, bridging drabble. The solid, substantial oneshot. The hefty, elaborate 10k word chapter. Appreciate everything in-between, and that you are capable of all of it.

Nobody remembers that extra word or typo or stray speech mark back all the way back in chapter 3. Tell the little monster in your head to go to hell.

You’re not a weirdo for making facial expressions and mulling through your dialogue aloud. You. Are. A. Writer.

It’s OK if the Readers can’t always see exactly what you envisioned in your head, or the full extent of the picture you painted. We all see colors differently.

Don’t be afraid to experiment with your writing.

In fact, challenge yourself to dabble into a new plot/trope/concept every day, even if only for a few minutes. You may discover you love writing it.

There’s no rush to finish/begin any written work. If you take your time, you will make your mark. You’re not falling behind or running late. Slow down and wait for it. :)

Three cheers for hiatus.

Listen to your body and mind, know your limits and when it’s time to take a break.

Actually take a break. :)

If you feel like you’re falling stagnant in creativity, looking to/revisiting other forms of creative media can help encourage the flow.

Ask for encouragement, and be at peace with asking.

Take shelter in fellow writers. Uplift each other always.

You are/will be someone’s favorite author. :)

You don’t have anything to prove. You have something to share.

Someone is thinking about your work right now.

Someone started a series because they drew inspiration from you.

Personal writing style can reflect a lot on the state of one’s mental health. Try to always be attentive to that of your own.

Self-validation must be cultivated early on or nothing will ever work.

Freestyle every once in a while. Write a snippet, timed, and go—without editing. Write the first thing that comes to mind and go from there. Do it all the way through the set time. When it stops, you’ll find yourself unable to. 3,800 words here we come. :)

Not everything needs an outline. :)

It is completely normal to write your story out of order.

Create guidelines for yourself. If they aren’t working, toss ‘em.

Word vomiting can help you feel better (it’s just how it sounds). By clearing all those jumbled thoughts and scattered concepts, you achieve a clearer objective. Try it sometime.

A rough draft is supposed to be rough.

Sometimes the words come to you quicker than others. Be patient. That is merely the construct of a Writer’s mind. You’re a beautiful enigma.

A sentence written is a story progressing.

Writing is an endurance sport. You must pace yourself and exercise it daily.

You are still a Writer even when the words aren’t on the actual page.

You’re not obligated to a writing/posting schedule.

As you progress in your journey and gain more awareness, don’t sacrifice your style. Those beginning works are what define you. Hold onto them and don’t ever let them go.

You’re the only one cringing—

Remember that sometimes words are elusive and you don’t always have control over them, and that is OK. Sometimes they write themselves. Sometimes your characters come to life and break out into dance across your page. Dance with them. You can wrangle them back when the music stops. :)

There is nothing condemning or embarrassing about asking for a beta. Allow someone to help carry the load.

Allow people to cheer you on—even if they don’t read your work.

It’s OK if your writing style isn’t someone else’s preference.

Be your biggest cheerleader. Sometimes you are all you have.

You don’t need anyone’s approval except your own.

You love that trope/concept/story you just wrote? That’s all that matters. The end.

You will never write good. You will write you. And that is good.

Above all else: remember to write for you.🤍

#writers #fanfiction writers #writing encouragement #writer appreciation #writer support #writer struggles #writing motivation #writers tips #for writers #omg am I struggling.#hope these help you beautiful people #my writing #it’s a lil thing

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dysfunctionalcrab · 3 years

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confessions

pairing: karl jacobs x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

-> requested by anon: hi!! i love your writings so i just wanted to request a karl x reader where karl and the reader are both streamers and they are hanging out on discord because they live far away from each other and they just are super sleepy and confess to each other??

you rubbed your eyes harshly until you could see patterns. this was the 5th time in 10 minutes.

you glanced over at your digital clock which was placed askew on your desk, it was almost 3am, it was about to time you turned your monitors off and went to bed.

karl was on call with you, you were streaming together earlier that afternoon, and you were still currently on call with him after the stream. the time difference made it incredibly hard to speak to him, either you were sleeping or he was sleeping. you let out a silent yawn.

karl and you had a strange relationship. it was supposed to be strictly platonic, but once in a while you two or others made jokes as if you two were a couple. people called you out for ‘so obviously flirting’ together on stream but you two denied anything. your head always told you that karl would never like you. plus, he had so many options, millions of boys and girls simping for him just like us.

but it was so hard not to fall for him. his personality, his kindness and his precious giggle. it was everything to you.

“you should go to bed [y/n]” you heard him through discord. “it’s way past midnight where you are now. and i don’t want to keep you awake when you’re obviously tired”

you felt bad “i’m not sleepy,” you lied.

“it’s okay, seriously. i can hear how tired you are through your voice. and you have an exam tomorrow at 10 remember?”

you smiled at the fact he remembered that tiny mention of an exam. you were so lucky to have a... a friend, that genuinely cared about you and your well-being.

“yeah i do” you said softly. you started to clear up your desk a little.

“promise we’ll talk tomorrow though?” karl asked you, you could only imagine the puppy eyes he was doing behind the screen.

“i promise,” you stated. you yawned once again, your body was screaming for some rest.

“make sure you dream about me!”

“oh. what a nightmare,” you mumbled sarcastically. your words were barely coherent but he still heard it

“hey!”

“i’m joking, i’m joking,”. your eyes were starting to droop. like someone had attached heavy weights to the top of them. “goodnight karl, i love you,”

you hung up seconds later and jumped into bed, craving it’s warmth. you were so desperate for some sleep you almost started drifting away in the next minute. your mind wandered to multiple things. your school and exams, your family and friends. particularly karl.

speaking of karl, you managed to get about a minute of silence until it was interrupted by that irritating discord ringtone. i actually hate the sound

you groaned and got up again, this time bringing the blanket with you, it was wrapped around your body like a comfy cape. karl’s name lit up the screen. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“karl?” you questioned, wondering why he needed to call you literally right after hanging up.

“what did you say?” he sounded almost breathless.

“huh?”

“before you hung up, what did you say?”

your mind short circuited. to be honest, your brain couldn’t remember any events from a minute ago. you were too tired to even know what you words you were muttering out your mouth.

“uhhh.. i don’t remember.”

he was silent. karl was presently biting his lip nervously, feeling a little disappointed. maybe you didn’t mean it.

“you..don’t remember?” karl’s tone was a little sad.

“karl, my brain is currently malfunctioning, i need some rest,” you said, in almost a begging tone.

you heard him sigh quietly. “oh, okay. goodnight [y/n]”

“but wait! no, don’t hang up, what did i say? did i say something stupid?” you urged him not to press the end call button

karl was too shy to to repeat your earlier words. he didn’t want to risk looking stupid, especially if they were just meaningless words that slipped out of your mouth because you were tired.

“i-uh. yousaidiloveyou,” he rushed out.

you froze. and he didn’t hear a response from you. he nervously ran his fingers through his hair. tugging at it. was he being way too over-dramatic?

“i did?” you asked

“yeah,” he confirmed.

it went silent for another moment.

“i might as well do this now,” you thought

“well, i do,” you said confidently.

(not really confidently though, because your heart was beating out your chest on the other side of the call)

it was karl’s turn to freeze on the spot. his head going a million miles per minute. “you do?” karl was genuinely surprised. he never thought he was your type.

“yes, i do,”

“as a friend- oorrr like, romantically?” he cringed at his words. obviously not known for being smooth

“it’s okay, you don’t have to like me ba-“

“no, no, no, oh my god,” he took a breath of relief, a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. “i do like you, i really really like you, actually, scrap that- i really love you. and i’m just so glad you like me back,” his words tumbling over each other, feeling like a weight lifted off his chest. he was uncontrollably smiling, as were you. it took a moment or two for both of you to process this.

“so.” he dragged out.

“so..” you parroted.

“what- what now?” he asked. feeling a little awkward after the confession. pink dusted his cheeks, he was not really expecting you two to end up being speechless.

“we’ll talk tomorrow?”

karl nodded at you, even if you couldn’t see. he reminded himself that you were literally sleep deprived.

“yeah, we’ll talk tomorrow,”

you two socially awkward weirdos could sort this all out in the morning. he liked you, and you liked him.

you ended the call and fell asleep that night with a biggest grin on your face

funnily enough, that night, you also did end up dreaming about a special someone. how bizarre

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masterlist

#mcyt #mcyt x reader #karl jacobs #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt imagines #karl jacobs imagines

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