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theflowerrooms · 10 months

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hi petal! i've got an idea if you're still looking for requests c:

-imagine the squad goes camping but there was a miscommunication/error in booking and steve ends up having to room with eddie & the reader.

-he's already annoyed about having to third wheel but also bc he knows theyre always going at it.

-one night, he went to bed earlier than the group.

-by the time eddie & reader get to bed, they assume he's fast asleep but they were kinda loud coming into the cabin so he stirs awake.

-once they're in bed, they start messin around and eventually have sex, not caring about how loud their being bc they still think steve is asleep when really he's wide awake like O.O

(i'll leave it up to you whether or not steve gets himself off to them doin it but part of me feels like he has a voyeurism kink heehehe)

to request • eddie’s masterlist • steve’s masterlist • main

Wide Awake

Eddie Munson x Reader, x Steve Harrington (slight)

Summary: on a trip with friends, Steve ends up rooming with Eddie and you, the token sex addicts as he’s lovingly called you. He goes to bed early and you and Eddie calling soon after, thinking he’s fast asleep when you two start messing around

I seriously loved writing this so much! Thank you for the request! I’m a big fan of Steddie x reader and I’ve really been wanting to write more with Stevie <3 thank you! Love, Petal

wordcount: 2k

Warnings: smut, slight dubious consent, swearing, penetrative sex, voyeurism (Steve can hear reader and Eddie going at it), exhibitionism (Eddie and reader are definitely getting off on it, praise, slight humiliation?

He should’ve been the one to call and book the rooms. Maybe then they would’ve gotten four rooms with one bed each instead of two rooms with two beds each. Steve glared at you and Eddie across the fire pit, cozied together. Your face was buried into Eddie’s neck as you laughed at something Robin said. He didn’t hate you or Eddie, in fact, he loved you both immensely, his best friends. What he hated was the fact that you were always on each other. A constant reminder of how he was alone when the two of you looked happier than anyone had been before. It didn’t help that Steve had a thing for the both of you before you started dating.

Steve watched as Eddie’s hand slipped from your waist to your thigh, gripping it tightly and pulling you closer to him. He watched as your lips found Eddie’s pulse point, leaving nothing more than a gentle kiss, but it was enough to let Steve know you two were about to be interested in more than friendly kisses and lingering touches.

That was his cue to leave, go to bed and fall asleep before he got stuck listening to you two go at it.

He said his goodnights to everyone and all but ran to the room he’d soon be sharing with you and Eddie. His bed was cold and comfortable, but he was bitter and annoyed, and the cold only reminded him that there was nobody else to warm his bed with him. He hadn’t laid there long before he’d almost fallen asleep, resting on his side and blanket up to his chin as he faced the wall. His drowsiness was quick to leave him when he heard the door swing open and close.

"Shh- shut up, Steve's sleepin'." He heard you giggle, Eddie giggling in response. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a slight smile at your tipsy laughs, you sounded like you'd each been drinking. He knew it hadn't been more than a beer each; You and Eddie were just drunk on each other.

He heard Eddie's heavy footsteps as you led him over to the bed. He could hear you both falling onto the mattress and he was immediately grateful that the beds weren't squeaky, so at least he'd not have to listen to that.

He listened to you giggle and Eddie shush you. "Keep your pretty mouth shut, don't wanna wake up Steve." Eddie rasped. Steve could tell by his playful tone that he didn't really care if they woke him up or not.

The room soon filled with the sounds of you and Eddie kissing, clearly sloppy and rushed. Steve's face started to heat up with a deep blush that he was too embarrassed to acknowledge. And as your breath started to grow heavy with a soft sigh against Eddie's lips, Steve began to consider that maybe being stuck in a room with you and Eddie wasn't such a bad thing.

"Get this off baby." Eddie mumbled, mouthing breathily at your neck. You whispered something that Steve couldn't really hear, but he did hear his name. "Baby, it's fine, we'll be real quiet. If Harrington wakes up he can deal, or go sleep with the girls, it's fine." Eddie assured you, pecking kisses over his shoulder. Steve wanted to be irritated with Eddie for not caring to respect that maybe Steve didn't want to chance hearing you both fuck, but… Steve wasn't so mad about it, more excited than he was able to admit. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about Eddie and you like that before. He wasn't upset that he'd get to hear it this time.

Eddie was quick to help you get your shirt off. Steve could hear him kiss down the column of your chest, hear your shirt drop to the floor and he could even hear the zipper of your shorts before they hit the floor too.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” Eddie groaned under his breath. Steve had to stop himself from turning to look for himself. He’d never seen you wearing less than a bikini, but that was enough for him to imagine. He didn’t have to see you to know that he already agreed.

Eddie kissed your sternum and unclasped your bra, letting you slide it off yourself as he let his hand fall to your cunt, rubbing slow, teasing circles over your panties. “Eddie, please.” You tried to whisper, but the unsteady and loud whimper that followed your words defeated the purpose of you whispering in the first place.

Your voice was darker, so sweet and needy, and that was it before Steve could feel him growing hard in his sweatpants. He heard Eddie’s taunting laugh and more whimpers from you that got him fully hard. He desperately wanted to turn and look at you, to reach down and palm himself, but he wouldn’t.

“Gonna let me taste you baby?” Eddie rasped, leaving more wet kisses on your stomach as he slid your underwear down your legs. Steve felt conflicted. He was excited at the possibility of getting to hear Eddie go down on you, frustrated that he couldn’t watch, and jealous that he didn’t get to have his mouth on you. Or even have Eddie’s mouth on himself.

You tugged Eddie’s hair to pull him up closer to you, and the groan he let out made Steve’s cock twitch. “Not right now, need you so bad, please.” Your voice shook and Steve exhaled, careful not to be too loud. He heard Eddie’s shirt hit the floor, then the zipper of his jeans. Steve wondered if he was stripping himself, or if you were helping him.

He stopped thinking about that the second he heard you gasp and sigh. He couldn’t be sure as he wasn’t able to see, but he imagined Eddie pushing his cock into you, bottoming out. He wondered how wet you were, and how deep Eddie was inside of you. He wanted to see so bad, but he was grateful to be able to hear the soft sounds you let out.

“Jesus… how are you always so fuckin’ tight? Feel so good angel.” Eddie��s voice was shakey, keeping his voice down for Steve’s sake. Unbeknownst to you both, Steve desperately wanted Eddie to speak up, wanted you to let yourself be louder.

As Eddie started moving faster in and out of you, you both stopped paying much attention to your volume. Eddie breathed heavily, and quiet moans were pushed out of your lips with each thrust of his cock. Steve could even hear your cunt, hearing just how soaking wet Eddie made you.

Steve’s cock was aching against his pants, and he just had to do something. Obviously he couldn’t jerk off right there: You’d stop if you knew he was listening. He shifted so that instead of laying on his side, he was on his stomach, giving him the perfect opportunity to press his hips against the mattress. He could gain some friction and alleviate some of the pressure from being so hard and not being able to do anything about it.

He nearly cursed at himself, the noise of him moving alerted you and Eddie. You both stopped, looking over at him to gauge whether or not he was awake. After a few moments of tense silence, Eddie started fucking you again, harder than before and catching you off guard. You whined, so loud and beautiful, and Steve couldn’t help but rhythmically roll his hips into the mattress. He had to bite down on his lip to keep himself quiet.

“Eddie-” His name fell from your lips, caught somewhere between a warning for him to slow down, or a plead for him to give you more. Steve didn’t think you were sure what you wanted.

“What’s the matter baby? Don’t wanna wake up Stevie?” Eddie asked teasingly and you hummed in agreement. “Awe, you don’t want Steve to see how well you take my cock? Don’t want Steve to see how fuckin’ pretty you look getting fucked?” He groaned and Steve almost groaned in return. Eddie’s words were doing just as much for him as they were for you, then the broken whine that came out of your mouth had Steve realizing the likelihood of him cumming in his pants like some desperate kid.

“Y’know what? I think you want him to see you. With the way you’re fuckin’ tightening up every time I say his damn name? God, fuck-” He fucked you harder, nails digging into the meat of your thighs, but it only spurred you on. He hit your g-spot over and over again, and you bit down on the junction between his neck and shoulder to try and quiet yourself. It was no use; you were still moaning desperately and Steve could hear every bit of it loud and clear. Each broken whine and whimper from your lips was bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm, just like Eddie’s cock was doing for you.

“Fucking- damn it, feel so good. Gonna cum baby? Are you gonna cum on my cock right next to Steve? Such a slut, fuckin’ love you” Eddie moaned, his thrusts were growing sloppier and sloppier and Steve could hear it.

“Love you- I- need to cum Eddie.” Your sweet voice was heavy with tears of pleasure, and simultaneously, you and Steve felt the pulsing in your lower stomachs, warning you of your orgasm.

“C’mon, so good for me, cum for me. Be a good slut and cum for me.” Eddie’s voice was thick and raspy, but sweet and loving. It guided you to your orgasm and you moaned loudly as you arched your back and came on his cock. At the same time, at Eddie’s demand, Steve came as well, his jaw hanging open in a choked back, silent moan as he filled his sweatpants with cum.

Eddie’s hips stuttered against yours and he came too, groaning loudly. A whiny moan that you loved to hear as he fucked his cum inside of you. “Fuck- s’good for me.” He mumbled, kissing your forehead as he stilled inside of you.

Steve rested there quietly, as quietly as he could manage. He listened to Eddie pull out of you and lay next to you, kissing the skin of your shoulders softly. Steve heard the blankets moving around as Eddie pulled them up over your shoulders for you.

“Thank you.” Your voice was sweet and sleepy, still heavy with that post orgasm haze. You thanked Eddie again, kissing his jaw. Steve wanted to thank him too, he wished he’d be able to replay everything he’d heard in his head over and over for the rest of time. He hoped you would do the same the next night. He’d make sure you ‘accidentally’ had to share a room with one another again. “Goodnight.” Steve smiled to himself as he heard your sweet voice, so loving and pretty. He heard you and Eddie kiss for a moment again and then he heard you shuffle closer to your boyfriend, burying your face in his neck. He was willing to bet you looked so cute.

Eddie yawned himself, “Goodnight baby.” He littered kisses over the crown of your head and Steve listened. He began to grow frustrated and jealous again, wishing he had someone to kiss him, to hold him. He wanted to scold himself for being so bitter about you and Eddie being happy together. You both deserved it after all; Steve just wanted to be happy, and he liked you both so much.

Finally, as Steve came back to himself after coming down from the post-orgasm high, he chewed his lip anxiously. What kind of creep not only listens to his friends have sex with each other, but gets off to it as well? The cold, wet stain in his pants began to grow uncomfortable as he began to grow guilty. What would you think if you knew? What would Eddie think? He was sure Eddie would want to knock his teeth out if he knew. Finally, he was interrupted from his anxious thoughts by Eddie’s voice.

“G’night Steve.”

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kozu-chan · 3 years

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when did we...

huge amount of angst because i kinda feel terrible and i'm starting to wonder if staying friends with someone is good for me... i don't have anyone to talk to about this but bottling things up isn't good for you right? so uhhhh here. and maybe listen to this?

semi x female! reader

content warnings: friends to lovers to exes to friends to strangers, angst, mentions of fights, a break up, mentions of poor mental health (idk maybe it's just me self-projecting because i think it's getting bad again), and idk just some problematic content partially based off of bad times in my life.

life was perfect... until it wasn't.

semi eita is the perfect lover, or at least he was.

you can't quite pinpoint when you became friends with semi or when the two of you became super close. was it when tendou dragged you to meet his volleyball team and you all hung out at the library that one time? or maybe when you both happened to get some extra help in math and ended up talking all the way home? either way, you and semi became inseparable. you and him always ate together, sharing food, joking around, and listening to music with shared earbuds.

at some point, your friends started to pick up on it and eventually people started to believe that the two of you were dating. you and him would get so many comments from people ranging from tendou to shirabu to even ushijima.

with tendou, he knew that you and semi were just friends, but he wanted to be a tease so the quote "n/n-chan! you and semi-semi look so cute together!" would always ring in your ears whenever the red-haired middle blocker was near. shirabu and ushijima both congratulated you and even your friends, kato eiko and yamamoto kojika, said that you and semi would definitely give shiratorizawa's current power couple a run for their money.

despite his and your constant dismissal of these claims, the rumors persisted and out of it bloomed your feelings for each other.

after a few months, you finally confessed to semi and that's how the two of you started dating.

dating semi was a breath of fresh air. he was always so charming and sweet, holding your hand and kissing your head as much as he could. you hardly ever missed a game of his and there was never a time where he wasn't there for you. even though the two of you had a very busy second year, you made time for each other. every hug, kiss, and date was always magical and memorable for you.

if that was the case, then when did things get so bad?

maybe you have memory problems or maybe you're just not good at finding clues or warning signs, but you simply couldn't figure out when it all started to go downhill.

maybe it was when semi started to get more serious with you - when he first dropped the l-bomb. maybe it was when the pressure of school started to get to you and your sanity was slowly leaving. maybe it was when he started getting concerned about his position as starting setter being taken away by shirabu. maybe it's when your mental health started getting bad and your sensitivity couldn't handle semi's constant and slightly offensive jokes.

either way, you both were reaching a breaking point that only tipped over when you lashed out at him for making a joke about tendou that struck a nerve. once the two of you were walking home, you got into this intense argument.

"you know, i can't keep dealing with this anymore. you're always so loud and can't keep a damn thing to yourself. always airing out our business to our friends and threatening to leave me and cut me off. if you're so sick of me, then why don't you do it. this came out of NOWHERE, y/n!"

this is when you had enough. "look, i'm sorry for being toxic. i'm sorry for treating you like this, but i've had enough. eita i've been trying so hard to get through to you whether it's been in public or in private and you keep dancing around it. this isn't out of nowhere. not even close. i've been trying so hard to resolve our issues but i don't think we're good for each other anymore..." at this point you've reached your doorstep and you're on the verge of tears.

semi freezes, his gaze hardening as he starts speaking. "if that's what you think, then i think it's time that we take a break from each other..." and with that, he walked away.

once you arrived in the comfort of your room, you laid down in your bed and started sobbing. you were crying, wondering what you did wrong and where you went wrong. and with the fall of your relationship came the fall of your life.

you exited all your group chats, you avoided your friends, you flaked out on plans and just kept to yourself. and soon enough, your appetite started to lessen until you were eating half of what you normally ate. you started reading more books and doing less work, often reading or daydreaming instead of studying or doing classwork. anything to distract yourself from the guilt and sadness you felt. your grades began to drop and the people around you started to get worried.

but semi? in your eyes, semi was fine. he was doing well in school despite volleyball consuming a lot of his time, he was hanging out with his friends, and he just seemed so happy. maybe he's happier without me...

during this time, only four people would talk to you as if nothing had happened, even if they would talk to semi as much as they did you. tendou, eiko, kojika, and surprisingly, shirabu stayed by your side throughout your mental crisis.

because they stayed by your side, they were also the ones to get you to talk to semi again and to your surprise, he still wanted to be friends.

a couple of months pass and everything was good again... until it wasn't.

yes, you healed with time and so did your relationship with semi. the two of you bonded again and you became as close as before. until one day when something was starting to feel a little bit too familiar.

maybe you were getting sensitive again. maybe you really were airing out your business again. maybe he was the one who didn't care about your feelings or maybe he just didn't realize it. but you started feeling hurt again. and with that, came the warning signs of the crashing of your mental health.

after a week of contemplating your options and thinking long and hard about it, you finally decided to bite the bullet.

"hey eita, can we talk?"

"sure. what is it?"

"..." this is when you started to panic and you mutter the eight words that changed your life. "i don't think i wanna be friends anymore..."

semi's froze again, a sight that made you tense up and sigh softly. "what? why? where did this come from?"

it was your turn to freeze before taking a deep breath, silently hyping yourself up in your head. "i just don't think we work. i don't wanna keep being offended by your jokes or saying something that makes you uncomfortable... and i've tried to make this work but it feels like we're about to repeat history and i just don't want that to happen... i'm sorry."

"well i guess this is goodbye then... i won't force you to be friends if this is how you feel."

"um... thanks. goodbye semi."

"goodbye l/n."

with that, the two of you parted ways, maybe for the better. and this time, you could actually tell when things started to get better for you.

a/n: omg sorry if this was hot garbage i just wanted to vent!! pls i especially hate the ending. ik i somehow make all the shiratorizawa men the bad guys but i swear i love them!!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu angst #semi #semi eita #haikyuu semi #semi x reader #semi angst #friends to lovers to exes to friends to strangers #pain... a lot of it #rant #vent piece

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the-bastards-box · 3 years

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San leaves his AU

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San is laying on his couch, watching one of his favorite TV series, but he can't really focus on it.

There was the signiture loud crackle of Sci's portal opening up followed by a knock at San's door not long after.

San got up and opened the door for Sci, "Hey . . ."

"Hey! Woah, you ok there bud? you're lookin a little rough tibia honest." Sci half heartedly chuckles, looking more concerned than anything.

"Yeah, yeah . . . Just didn't really sleep right . . ."

Sci frowned. "What's up?"

"Just feel nervous I guess . . . Overthinking some things a bit . . ."

"You wanna talk about it? ... And do you mind if i come in"

"yeah . . . Uh come in . . ." San let him inside. Sci nods gratefully and steps in. San closed the door behind him and sat down on the couch. Sci joined San on the couch and faced his friend, worry etched into his features.

"So what's eating you?"

"I'm just nervous that I'll see him again . . . I literally avoid going to my brother because he lives near there . . . Like he could be anywhere and i don't want to see him, it's honestly destroying me . . . Like this constant fear and stress . . . It doesn't let me sleep sometimes . . ." San sighed "Nothing here brings me happiness anymore, only our little meetings . . ."

"Oh geeze... I'm sorry... I didn't know you were having such a hard time." Sci reached out to pat San but quickly retracted his hand. He wanted to comfort him but didn't wish to trigger his sensitivities with being touched.

"it's okay i guess . . . Just have to get over this . . ."

Sci sat in silence with his hand folded in his lap.

"Honestly i wish i could just leave . . . Just for a while, take a break from this life . . ." San wrapped his arms around himself.

"I mean... you could? If you wanted you could come stay with me for a little while." Sci started sounding a little excited as he spoke. "I really wouldn't mind, and I could show you my lab." He twiddled his thumbs in his lap, looking at San with a very faint blush on his face.

"r-really? I could?" San' tone of voice is a bit excited too, he seems happy at this proposition.

"Well yeah! ...I mean, but there are some risks involved...." Sci tugged on his shirt collar.

"Like if this universe was to RESET you could get erased from the code... or there is a very small potential when traveling to get stuck in the anti-void between universes. I haven't had that happen yet... but some of the spiders that volunteered for the time that went wrong... when i managed to bring them back they'd... changed... I'm not trying to spook you though! I'm sorry, I just figure you ought to know what you're potentially getting into." Sci chuckled nervously.

San nodded slightly, he thinks for a moment, before looking at Sci, "I want to do it"

Sci's face broke into a big grin. "Oh hell yeah!" Sci looked jittery with excitement. "I haven't brought anyone back with me before! This is going to be so fun! and oh... the data I could collect from this!"

San is smiling at him, he seems happier now.

"Ok um... So! When do you wanna leave? I assume you'll wanna grab some things before we go..."

"y-yeah, uh . . . I should take some clothes, right?"

Sci chuckled, "That would definitely be a good idea. Think anything you'd take on a vacation. Here, I can even help you pack!" Sci jumped up from the couch and held a hand out to San to help him stand.

San hesitantly grabbed his hand and stood up, "you can help me if you really want"

Between the two, packing went by quickly and they both were standing outside of San's house within half an hour. San with bags in hand and Sci fiddling with his portal device, hands shaking lightly in excitement.

"You ready?" He flashes a wide grin at San.

"yeah!"

"Perhaps you would like to do the honors then?" Sci held out the device and made a grand gesture to the button that needed pushing.

San looked at Sci then pushed the button.

There was a whir and a crackle of a portal trying to start but it quickly fizzled out, leaving the two looking on in dead silence.

"Heh... T-This doesn't usually happen i swear." Sci chuckled nervously. He smacked the side of the device a couple times and pressed the button again, a portal springing to life solidly before them.

"so see you on the other side?" San is still looking at Sci.

"Hold up." Sci holds out a hand as if to stop San and kicks a rock through the portal, watching it with narrowed sockets for a second.

"Ahhhh ok yeah we're good let's go." He picks up some of San's belongings, smiles at him, and confidently walks through the portal.

San picks up the rest of his things and goes after Sci through the portal.

On the other side of the portal Sci's setting San's things on a table in a large brightly lit laboratory.

It's cluttered but organized, everything separated in respective groups. And the air was filled with the sound of machinery whirring.

Some of them were plain and boxy with flashing and blinking lights and some of tem were foreboding and alien looking and along one wall several were printing out a nonstop stream of information on paper that was neatly folding itself into piles.

"wow . . ." San is looking around, clearly amazed by what he's seeing.

Sci turns around and looks at San. "Heh yeah there's alot going on huh? Sorry it's kinda a mess right now though... I wasn't expecting company." Sci rubs the back of his skull bashfully.

"it's . . . it's amazing! this is your lab? Like seriously it's amazing" San is excited.

"Yeah, I-I mean, yeah! Thanks!" Sci chuckled, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "It is pretty cool isn't it? Want me to show you around?"

"yeah!"

"Sweet! You can just set your stuff over there... or wherever here lemme show you the most dangerous one first!!!" Sci's grin took on a slight manic edge to it in his excitement.

San put down his things and came closer to Sci.

Sci's standing by a large dark looking piece of machinery with a nozzle pointed directly into a dusty looking glass case He flicks a few switches and it whirs to life, making a loud grinding noise.

"This is a disintegrator ray! Watch this." Sci pulls out a heavy thick board and places it in the glass case with an apple and shuts the door. He looks to San to watch for his reaction and pushes the button.

The surface of the apple bubbles for a split second before imploding violently and leaving a dusty scorched indent in the board.

"No matter, physical or magical can withstand it's force!" Sci flicks it's switch off, halting the grinding noise emanating from it.

"This could kill everyone in this multiverse if it were to explode!" He said excitedly.

"wow . . ." San is clearly impressed.

"Heh yeah, right? Pretty sweet." Sci chuckled. "Let me know if you wanna try putting anything in there."

"okay" San is smiling slightly, He's clearly happy.

"And this one?" Sci bounds over to a plain looking yellow metal box with a simple red button on top. "I got super wasted one night and made it for shits and giggles. All it does is turn anything you put inside it blue for 48 hours. Probably the least dangerous thing here." Sci smiles at it fondly. "It's so dumb and pointless. I love it."

San chuckled, "sounds like fun"

Sci did this for a while, leading San around the lab, showing off different machinery, telling him all about what everything did until he got to the machinery along the back wall printing nonstop. "And these monitor the au's I've visited!"

"Oh, what do they monitor exactly?"

"The timelines, resets, fun value, number of souls in an au... how many people are takin a shit at any given moment." Sci chuckles. "Nah I'm just messin with you on that last one. It's mostly just basic stats and statistics."

San chuckled, "seems interesting"

"Heh well I think it is at least." Sci watches the machine pumping out information for a moment before turning back to San. "But, yeah... this is my lab."

"it's really amazing, how you thought of so many things, how you built them and they actually work" San is still amazed by everything he saw, He's smiling softly.

Sci blushed. "Thanks... ya really think so?"

"yeah! It's just so cool!"

Sci's face lights up even further at the complement. "Heheh thanks. I suppose you wouldn't mind helping me in here a little bit later then?"

"I wouldn't, honestly I would be glad to help you" San is blushing slightly.

"Cool. Cool. Uhmm cool. Heh sorry I'm done saying cool." Sci chuckled nervously.

San chuckled too, "so what now?"

"Well we-" Sci starts to walk towards the table of San's belongings and stumbled, tripping over his own feet.

San caught Sci, "are you okay?" His voice sounds worried.

Sci looked up at San eyes wide and his cheekbones lighting up brightly. "Ye-yeah. Heheh... I'm just falling for you." His mouth clacked shut as soon as soon as he realized he said the flirtatious pun out loud.

"I-I mean-" Sci stammered nervously.

San blushed too, an orange blush dusting his cheekbones, "I . . . i-it's okay, g-great that you're n-not hurt"

"Thanks." Sci's soul pounded in his chest... This was probably the closest he'd been to San ever... What with his haphephobia... His haphephobia!

"Oh! I'm sorry I can stand!" Sci scrambled to stand and rather clumsily got to his feet, brushing the wrinkles from his lab coat.

San nodded slightly, watching Sci to make sure that everything is okay.

"Well as I was saying we could go get you settled in for your stay." Sci continued to nervously adjust his lab coat.

"Sure"

#san #san!sans #sci #sci!sans #asks and requests are always appreciated and needed #undermine #undertale #undertale alternate universe #undertale ask blog #undertale au #ut #au #utau #utmv #skeleton ask blog #ask blog #science #science!sans #sciencetale

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taishispit · 4 years

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Hello and welcome to tumblr sweetie ❤️

May I ask for a fluffy drabble for Taishiro? Maybe where he tries to confess to his s/o and fails at least 3 times because herowork and his internships and other distractions? Just an idea if you feel comfortable with it~ anyway: showers you with love because, why not <3

thank you for the request omg, i love this idea so much omg 🤚 i’m gonna make this a self insert. is it self indulgent? idk 🧍🏻

y/n = your name | y/h/n = your hero name

word count: 1,576

warnings: reader kinda swears a lot, sorry aldjdjskj

effortless confessions

“please jus’ let everythin’ go smoothly this time,” taishiro sighed to himself and rubbed his temples.

he leaned back into his chair, pouting up at the office ceiling, and tugged at his blond locks as some way to relieve some stress. he’d tried to pour his emotions out to you all month, but he failed every time whether it be due to his interns, a villain, you, or even himself. just talking to you was flustering, he couldn’t look you in the face without becoming weak in the legs. for sometime you thought he disliked you, but he was too nice to you to hate you, so you came to a conclusion that he’s just a funky guy. he is a bit funky, but that wasn’t why he couldn’t look you in the eyes. taishiro just hoped one day you’d realize his feelings so he wouldn’t have to make a fool of himself every time he tried to confess to you.

“hey boss, are you feeling okay?” your voice echoing in his office disrupted his irritating thoughts, and brought him back to the present. “you look tired. is there anything you need me to do for you or get you? if you want, i could have some takoyaki delivered.” you said, perching yourself comfortably in one of the chairs in front of his desk that was covered in papers and memorabilia. he cleared his throat, hiding the fact that he was trying not to giggle at how cute and comfy you looked in front of him. he was so afraid of making you uncomfortable or making your relationship unprofessional if that’s not what you wanted. “well, er, i jus’ have a lot on my mind right now. i’m kinda conflicted, but i’ll be fine. no need to worry ‘bout me, y/n.” he smiled sweetly at you. “i wouldn’t mind some takoyaki though. get yourself some if you want, and if you don’t mind, could you ask my interns if they’d like some? you can order, i’ll pay.” he reached over his desk to pat your head before leaving you red faced in his office.

taishiro, kirishima, tamaki, tetsutetsu, and you all lazed around in the fatgum agency lounge, scarfing down takoyaki. kirishima and tetsutetsu are conversing and giggling with each other while tamaki listens. they look at you and taishiro, who’s sitting next to you, every so often and go back to giggling. you roll your eyes and laugh to yourself. you side eye the hero beside you to see him deep in thought while he stuffed himself with his favorite food. you brushed your knee against his to get his attention and tried to ignore the heat rising to your ears. “are you sure you’re okay? is something wrong?” you rested your hand on his bicep, looking up at him with furrowed brows. his heart clenched at your genuine concern for him, you made him feel so cared for, and it set something off in him. “will ya come talk with me in my office, please?” his voice was a little shaky, and you were stilled in fear. ‘i’m fucking fired, he knows i ate the mochi he left in the fridge last week-’ your racing thoughts were cut short when taishiro stood up and put his hand on your shoulder. tamaki, surprisingly met eyes with you, softly smiling at you. you grinned back, before leaving the lounge with taishiro.

“please don’t fire me, i didn’t realize that mochi was yours until you mentioned how sad you were that someone ate it. i promise i was going to buy you more, but i kept procrastinating and i really will. please-” a loud snort cut off your pleads. taishiro was slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle any chuckle he could possibly let slip from his lips. “we’re not here for me to fire you, especially not over mochi, y/n. i’m here, with you, to tell you something that i’ve been trying to for a while now.” he scratched the back of his neck, and tried to compose himself. “you’ve been my partner for some time now, m-my colleague, erm, and i admire you a lot. you’re a hard worker, your fighting’s beyond impressive, and i jus’ want-” a thunderous crash and screams from outside of fatgum’s agency caught the attention of everyone in the building.

“fuck! my ass, you’re gonna leave bruises on it, dick!” your voice rang louder than any crash you’d heard in the entire fight as you did, in fact, land on your ass, tumbling backwards. the group of villains was down to 1 deviant compared to the fatgum team’s 4 heroes. although, your opponents were left with their strongest member while yours had used up all his fat protecting you. fatgum had become a shield for you, despite your protests. the hero was reckless and used zero strategy, just to make sure you were safe. your side ached, but that didn’t stop you from picking yourself up to give the villain your all. “you’re a fucking dumbass if you think you can take down the fatgum team without any obstacles. get fucked!” you screamed at the villain with all your might, landing a bone shattering kick to the face and knocking them unconscious almost instantly. “suneater, restrain them! red riot, real steel, go help anyone who’s injured!”

after an ungodly amount of soft slaps to side of fatgum’s face, his eyelashes fluttered, hooded golden eyes meeting your own. “that asshole must’ve sent me to heaven.” the head in your lap nuzzled your thighs, soft hair tickling you through your hero suit. “n-no big guy, how hard did you hit your head?” warmth spread across your face becuase of him for the bagillionth time now. you held one of his cheeks in your hand, checking his face for any cuts or scrapes. without hesitation, his hand lazily reached up to your cheek, mimicking you. “y/h/n, you truly are an angel, taking care of me like this.” he gently caressed your cheek with bruised knuckles. “i’ve tried to tell you this for so long, but things kept gettin’ in the way.” out of your view, red riot was walking towards the two of you. trying to keep your attention on him, fatgum shooed his intern, who was oblivious to the situation, with the flailing of his free hand. thankfully, the poor boy got the hint after a second, and crept away with a big grin on his face. he couldn’t wait to tell the other interns that what they had been waiting forever for was finally happening. you could faintly hear a certain red haired boy yelling about who did something first and how tamaki and tetsutetsu owed him money. “i’ve never been too great with expressin’ my personal feelings, but there was no way i could hide it anymore.” he took a deep breath, preparing to pour his heart out to the amazing hero he’d hired what felt like so long ago. “i didn’t realize when i hired you all that time ago that i’d be hirin’ the best partner a guy could ever ask for. you’re always there for me whether it be as a sidekick or friend. you’re so good to me despite what i look like, you’ve treated me as an equal since day one, and i couldn’t be happier to’ve met someone like you.” he whimpered, shutting his eyes tight, finally just blurting it out. “i fell hard, and i promise i’m not talkin’ ‘bout on my head. i fell for the hero, who’s arms i’m in right now, my hero. i fell for y/h/n, for y/n.” your eyes were glossing over with tears, but you couldn’t help but grin. before he could even fully open his eyes, you fisted what was remaining of his hoodie, and had his lips on your own. his eyes widened before he melted into your touch, kissing you back, and holding you against him as tenderly as possible.

“you really asked if you were getting fired when your long time crush was trying to confess his feelings to you?” kirishima held his gut as he tried to muffle any noise that came out of him. you were all back at the fatgum agency in the lounge again, the interns more invested in you and taishiro than the fight that’d just taken place not that long ago. “listen i- he- the thing is,” you tried to stammer out any possible excuse you could to defend yourself. giving up, you shoved your face into taishiro’s chest, who was glued to your side ever since you pulled him in for that kiss. you heard multiple chuckles. taishiro’s chest heaved with laughter while he rubbed your shoulder soothingly. no sane person couldn’t smile at the sound of his sweet giggles. he could feel your mouth twitch into a small grin against him. looking down at you with a loving look in his eyes, he pulled you by your chin, forcing you to look into his golden irises. there was not a doubt in your mind that something beautiful was blooming between you and your hero. “geez, i can’t believe we’ve been watching you two dummies pining after each other for so long.” tetsutetsu teased, tamaki and kirishima nodding in agreement, a satisfied smile plastered on all three of their faces. “me neither.” you and taishiro said simultaneously, and pulled each other in for another kiss.

i’m sorry this one took so long, i really hope you liked it, thank you for the request !!! 🥺💕

#bnha x reader #toyomitsu x reader #taishiro x reader #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #fatgum x reader #mha x reader

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Hi!!! May I request a HP romantic and friendship matchup on both eras? (Preferably male), thanks in advance! 💞

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

19, Libra, Neutral Good, enneagram is 4w5, Ravenclaw, and my patronus spirit is swan. Bi Pan Genderfluid girl using pronouns of She/Her or He/Him. A friend of mine told me that I (kinda) look like Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 (a Netflix animated series), but the exception is I'm short (5'1.2") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has messy/wavy brunette medium hair, chocolate brown eyes, oriental skin and a small beauty mark on the forehead. My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant and shy at first cause' I dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis, talkative, awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY clumsy, secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over any wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, sarcastic person with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no. 1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), and will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

People thought I'm a demure self-effacing woman that looks "idealistic" or "one of a kind," (due to my protective parents, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, I'm eloquent, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic crybaby filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone, yet I still managed to be stronger than ever, even it's a slow burn process. I can be intimidating, sassy, and a douchebag if I receive ends. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, very indecisive, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive or I might break a belonging due to my carelessness). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic person, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Blunt but the loudest idiotic feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will act like a silent backstabber on people that we loathe, will crack up over your stupid antics before helping, and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic who tends to banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment (but gets grumpy if I received sappy or offensive one), still generous and concerned in a subtle way.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 making corniest jokes/puns, 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD).

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Loves kittens, eating a lot, cartoons, watching YouTube videos (mostly pageants, ASMR, edit audios, and mukbangs), also enjoys playing games on my sister's PSP. Sucker for arts, choir, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and writings, chilling both indoors and outdoors. Beside that, my music taste are like late 90s-2000s songs (mostly rock, pop, and country) sometimes kpop and ppop, chocoholic, and a sweetooth as well.

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Things that I hate are stereotyping, HUGE creepy crawlies (spiders, toads, snakes, and cockroaches), firecracker sounds, being left out, loneliness, heart break, blackout, and judgemental people. One random fact about me is, I 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 vent out EVERYTHING I despise in my entire existence---from bad soap operas to toxicity and worse scenarios in real life, because it's a big deal for me, and I consider forcing me to do what I'm not into and manipulating me as my major pet peeves.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦

In terms of triggers...I only have two which are ta𝖨king about divorce/annullment/separation because I came from a generational broken family and religion/beliefs discrimination, cause' there are reasonings that doesn't makes sense because some are too hypocritical.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗔

My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, and oratorical skills...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader). Currently an incoming college freshman, learning how to cook and have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

Thank you so, so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun with this one (as you can tell by some of the really long answers lol) and I hope you enjoy!!

In the Golden Trio era, I romantically pair you with…

CEDRIC DIGGORY

One of the most beautiful things about Cedric is that although he may show some introverted tendencies, he still manages to have a natural gift for connecting to others and allowing them to feel comfortable enough to open up. Really, your initial distance and shyness don't last nearly as long towards Cedric as they would with most other people.

Hearing your laughter brings the widest, cheesiest grin to Cedric’s face. Not only does he adore seeing you happy, but he also recognizes that your anxiety, insecurities, and strong emotions can sometimes cloud up your demeanor. Therefore, it brings him comfort knowing that (for the moment) you’re finding joy. He thrives when you thrive!

However, as much as he loves seeing your more energetic and happier self, it goes without saying that he’s the best comfort for when you’re not having the best day.

Cedric is an excellent listener, so he’ll most likely let you talk without interruption for as long as you need before even saying a word. He wants to make sure he truly understands your current state before acting. He may take a few seconds to process everything after you finish speaking, but then he’ll help you tackle whatever problems you’re facing. He’s especially talented at giving words of affirmation.

Cedric’s listening also comes in handy whenever you talk about your interests! He genuinely loves hearing about the things you’re interested in solely for the fact that you’re interested in them. Side note: you can count on him to be at any music performances, pageants, etc. you may have -- this guy is truly your #1 supporter.

Cedric’s a very good student (though I suspect he’s somewhat of a procrastinator himself), so I can also see you two supporting each other through schoolwork and celebrating each other’s successes.

Like you, Cedric has a strong urge to do the right thing. Talking to him about social issues stirs up a need to help, and I could see you two doing volunteer work together in your spare time.

I like to believe one of Cedric’s biggest love languages is quality time. Don’t get me wrong, this guy loves staying involved and busy. But taking a couple hours to be with you in small ways (even if that means just being in the same room while you scroll through social media) gives him a nice balance.

Overall, this kind boy will be there unwaveringly through the bad times and will laugh just as loud as you through the good!

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

LUNA LOVEGOOD

You wanna talk about the best conversations, relentless support, and overall the most wholesome friendship you could ask for? Luna’s your girl.

Being unashamed to be true to yourself is one of the biggest reasons why Luna is so drawn to you. While she’s very friendly and insightful towards everyone she meets, it can get a bit repetitive for her to constantly interact with people who try to shelter their unique characteristics from the world. In her mind, these unique characteristics are what make people so fascinating! Why should anyone hide who they are?

Luna’s creativity is endless, and I can see it blending well with yours. Collaborating on a personal project outside of school (ex: novel, blog, etc.) together is definitely something I could see you two doing.

Speaking of creativity, finding creative solutions to everyday problems (both in school and in life) is your specialty as friends.

Admittedly, Luna isn’t usually drawn to louder individuals. However, the complexity behind your personality makes it easier for her to know you are much more than what meets the eye.

Speaking of, Luna has a difficult time standing up for herself -- whether it’s because she doesn’t feel a need to or she just doesn’t recognize the meaning behind certain phrases. She NEEDS a friend like you to stand up for her sometimes, and I know you wouldn’t hesitate!

Ranting to Luna is therapeutic to say the least. While her aloofness at times may make it seem as if she isn’t fully paying attention, that couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s actually catching every word, and once you’re done she’ll leave you with a philosophical solution that may seem borderline insane/irrelevant when you first hear it, but it strangely makes sense.

Overall, the lack of judgment from either of you is what draws you together. As a result, you build a unique bond that couldn’t be broken even if either of you wanted it to.

In the Marauders era, I romantically pair you with…

REMUS LUPIN

Let’s be honest, it would take you two so long to ask each other out. You were probably already really close friends, but the insecurities and “what if?” questions from both of you delayed an actual relationship.

When you finally started dating, you were both so relieved. You still share a laugh at how almost nothing changed in the way you interacted with each other.

While with mutual friends, Remus sometimes likes to sit back and just watch you, especially when you get really talkative because this is when you become the most expressive. He has the softest smile when you’re actively cracking jokes, discussing something you’re passionate about, or even calling someone out. Sometimes you may be too distracted to notice, but other times you’ll catch him.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” (While that same soft smile never leaves his face.)

You both hold really high standards for yourself in terms of school, so expect late-night study/work sessions to be your best bet for quality time.

Though the occasional instance of walking through/lying on the grounds becomes a favorite for both of you.

Remus listens when you’re particularly struggling through anxiety or strong emotions, but he has to consciously stop himself from interrupting because he can’t stand how he feels knowing you’re going through a tough time.

All he wants to do is soothe you during these moments. If you’re comfortable, he’ll hold you while speaking to you in a soft voice. Remus, the intellectual that he is, is also your best chance at finding a reasonable solution. So if you're not in the mood for calming words, he's also a great person to turn to for answers.

As for your ambitions, no matter what you choose to pursue, you already know Remus is going to be your biggest source of support every step of the way. He’s more than happy to help in any way he can!

Overall, Remus appreciates you, and he’s always going to make sure you know it.

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

LILY EVANS

Lily especially connects to you because you manage to be determined, competitive, and intelligent without sacrificing your kindness, which is something she can relate to.

You and Lily are the C.E.O.s of doing the right thing. Neither of you hesitates to back the other up when it comes to confronting someone because you know it’s justified.

As perceptive as Lily is, you never need to tell her when something is bothering you. All it takes is a quick glance before she puts whatever she’s doing on hold to check in with you.

The reverse works as well. Typically, Lily really doesn’t internally struggle too much, and when she does she tries to hide it. You’re one of the only people who can see right through whatever she tries to pull.

The constant banter between you two is unmatched, but you both know it's because you really care about each other.

Overall, you and Lily have each other’s backs through anything, even when the other isn’t actively asking for help.

#matchups #fandom matchups #harry potter matchup #harry potter #cedric diggory #luna lovegood #remus lupin #lily evans #lily potter

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goodwriterwithbadhabits · 4 years

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The Study of Hearts

Master List

Warnings: Hospital talk, minor swearing

“Hey Y/n, what’s been up with you today, doc?” You spare a quick glance over at the nurse who’d come up beside you, glancing away from the patient’s chart for only a second before returning to it.

“Nothing’s up with me, I’ve just got a lot of patients today.” She scoffs instantly. You should have known better than to try and lie to Nurse Choi. She had been your head nurse during your internship, and your residency, she knew almost everything about you, and you were a fool to assume she wouldn’t notice your sudden drop in mood.

“Don’t tell me that. We’ve had a fuller ward than this and you’ve never snapped at someone. That resident you scolded is still crying in the nurses station.” You feel a twinge of guilt at her words. The resident hadn’t really done anything wrong, but offered up the wrong medicine when you asked the group a question regarding a patient. You may have laid into them for longer than necessary about checking charts and allergies before handing out meds. “And this morning you actually shouted at the guy who took your parking spot. This isn’t like you.” You’re thankful the patient you’re currently looking at is asleep, recovering from a surgery that just ended. “So tell me what has the calmest, most level-headed doctor in the cardiology department so wound up.” You sigh deeply, setting the chart back into the sleeve at the end of his bed.

“My boyfriend.”

“The idol you swear you’re dating.” She huffs, somehow not believing you. You roll your eyes, deciding not to continue and simply walk away. No one ever believed you when it came to your boyfriend of nearly 4 years, and he wasn’t helping his own case either. “I just can’t believe an idol would date you, I’m sorry Y/n.” You spin back to the older woman, rising to your full height. You were sick and tired of people looking down on you for who you were dating as if they had any clue what was happening.

“It’s Doctor L/n, Nurse Choi. You may refer to me on personal terms when we are outside of this hospital, but seeing as you refuse to respect my personal life, you are no longer privy to it.” She blinks up at you in confusion before nodding. You can almost feel the shock she emits.

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Room 1134, Patient Kim Seungkwan needs to be prepped for anesthesia. Dr. Song will be here in an hour.”

“Yes, Doctor.” She bows to you before turning away.

“And Nurse Choi.”

“Yes,Doctor?” There’s a hopeful gleam in her eyes when you call for her again.

“Tell that resident to stop crying, if he can’t handle being reprimanded there is no place for him in a medical field.” Her shoulders slump again, but you can’t bring yourself to feel guilty.

“Yes, Doctor L/n.” With one last curt nod to her you spin on your heels, stalking down the halls to your office.

You’ve barely gotten the chance to start your computer before someone is knocking on your office door.

“Who is it?” You ask, annoyance clear in your voice.

“Someone told me you’re having a bad day.” The voice of the young Chairman has you standing immediately as he walks in.

“Chairman Yoon, forgive me, I didn’t know it was you.” You bow, but he simply waves it off.

“Come on, Y/n, it’s just us. What have I told you about bowing to me.”

“Sorry Myungsoo, someone could have been behind you.” You chuckle dryly at your friend. “What do you want? I’m in the middle of something.” He holds up a small lunch box, waving it slightly.

“I brought ice cream, but if you’re too busy I’m sure someone else will help me eat it.”

“I’m never too busy for ice cream.” You relent, holding out your hands for the box. “And I guess your company too.” He takes the seat across from you, watching for a moment as you dig in.

“So tell me, how come you’ve been such a bitch today?” His comment makes you choke slightly.

“Yah, Myungsoo, what the hell?”

“Come on, Nurse Choi’s upset, you yelled at a resident so bad he had to go home early.”

“He’s a crybaby.” You huff.

“That’s besides the point. What’s eating at you?” You sigh, stabbing your spoon into your ice cream and setting it on your desk.

“Mark.”

“Huh, you’d think Mark eating you would make you happier.” His joke has your cheeks flushing instantly and you throw your napkin at him.

“Yah! That’s not what I meant.”

“What about Mark? I heard their tour ended a few days ago.” You clench your teeth slightly, recalling exactly what’s got you so pissed off.

“They got home last night, at least BamBam says they did, only Mark didn’t text, call, anything. I only found out they got back in when BamBam posted a selca.” “So you’re mad because he didn’t come see you?”

“I’m mad because I’m fucking sick of it!” You explode, slamming your hand on the desk, making him jump. “He refuses to tell anyone we’ve been dating for almost 4 years, so everyone thinks I’m some delusional fangirl. He refuses to talk about the possibility of moving in together, we never go out when he’s in the country, and when he’s on tour I barely get a text once a week. He’s never met my friends or my parents and it kinda feels like he doesn’t even want to be in a relationship with me.” You finish your rant with a huff, raking your fingers through your hair. “He’s been managing to piss me off without even talking to me.”

“Sugar, I don’t think you’re mad, I think you’re hurt.” He begins, setting his own treat down, “Anger is a secondary emotion.”

“I know that, I did take psychology.” You grumble.

“So what’s really making you so upset?” You cross your arms on the desk, hiding your face in them.

“What if he doesn’t want to be with me any more? What if he just sees me as a burden these days and is trying to make me break up with him, so he doesn’t feel bad?” Myungsoo sighs, reaching out to rub your arm soothingly.

“I think if you’re questioning the relationship, you should either talk to him, or break it off.”

“I know, I’m just not sure if I’m ready for that. I really love him, you know?”

“Chairman Yoon, we have a meeting sir.” A voice announces, knocking on the door.

“You should go, thanks for the ice cream, and letting me vent.”

“No problem, sugar, you should call him.”

“I will.” The moment the door shuts behind him you pull your phone out of your bag, and pull up his contact. He doesn’t pick up, but you aren’t shocked. “Hey Mark, I heard you got in last night, I hope you’re doing alright. Look, I uh, I didn’t call for no reason. I’ve been thinking, and I don’t think it’s going to work out between us. There’s just so much missing between us, like,” You scoff lightly, “Like love. So yeah, I uh, think we should break up.” You look up to the ceiling, blinking back tears. “I get off at 11 tonight, if you want to call me back then. I doubt you will though, you never seem to want to talk to me any other time. Either way, I have Thursday off, you can come get anything you left at my apartment then. Bye.” You hang up quickly, before shutting your phone off and tossing it in your bag. You felt like sobbing, just finally crying and letting it all out, but you knew you couldn’t, you had patients to help, and they were the priority.

Of course, by the time 10:45 rolled around, you were dead on your feet, your brain hurt and you were about 2 seconds from cracking open the emergency wine you kept in the fridge in your office.

“Sir, I may not be a pulmonologist, but I can tell you that smoking combined with not exercising are a major factor in why your heart is damaged.” You insist, trying not to roll your eyes at the man as he scoffs.

“I don’t think you’re qualified to talk to me about this.”

“Sir, I’m-”

“Doctor L/n to Emergency Care, paging Doctor L/n to Emergency Care.”

“Mother-” You cut yourself off with a huff, “Sir, while you are in my care, it is my duty to offer you medical advice. You need to cut back on the cigarettes or quit entirely. While you’re in this hospital you are not welcome to smoke unless outside in a designated area, with a nurse present. Good night.” You bow, quickly exiting the room before you lose your cool and punch him.

“Doctor L/n, you’re needed in-”

“I heard,” You interrupt the resident who ran up to you. “What’s going on?”

“It’s a patient. He was attacked by a mob. He seems alright but he refuses to leave without seeing you.” The kid explains, holding the elevator door for you.

“Is he having trouble breathing? Shortness of breath, chest pain?”

“No, I haven’t seen his chart yet, but as far as I’m aware he only has a few cuts and bruises, if there are any internal injuries, it would likely be contusions on his ribs or-”

“Spleen, why on earth am I being called?” You’re racking your brain for some kind of answer when the elevator door opens.

“Ah doctor, you’re here.” The head of the ER sighs, meeting you only a few steps away from the lift, “Good. This way.” She begins leading you down one of the quieter halls.

“Jangmi, tell me you have some grasp as to why someone needs a cardiologist here right now.” You bite at the inside of your lip, completely lost as to why someone might need you.

“I’m sorry, Y/n, he’s insistent and he’s mentioned you by name several times. Besides I’d rather his company continued to send their idols here.”

“Company?” You ask, just as she opens the door. “Who-” “Oh thank god, the good doctor is here, now will you stop being a baby?” A familiar voice asks, and your heart leaps into your throat as you round the privacy curtain. There, sitting on the bed, looking pitiful in the hospital clothes, was Mark Tuan. You have to bite back tears as you pick up his chart. He had several bruises already forming on the skin you could see, and a split in his lip.

“Mark Tuan what the hell happened to you?” Blood pressure, normal. Pupillary response, normal. No signs of concussion or brain trauma.

“Some sasaengs started fighting as we were trying to leave, Mark got caught in the middle.” Jackson explains, toying with the IV stand. “Hey what does this button do, Y/n.”

“Don’t touch it, Jackson.” Your response is instant and almost habitual, having had to slap his hand away from your tools plenty of times.

“I’m sorry, Doctor L/n, do you know these men? Personally?” Jangmi asks, noticing the way JB lingers at your shoulder and Jackson immediately stops toying with things.

“You could say that.” You muse, “Your vitals seem fine, though your heart rate has gone up slightly.” You can’t help the cheeky smile that dances onto your face. No, you broke up with him. You set his chart back down, grabbing his chin softly to turn his face towards the light. “You’ll have a few bruises, but nothing your make up artist can’t cover.”

“Y/n-”

“So you have any trouble breathing? Shortness of breath, chest pain, headaches?” You ignore his plea of your name in favor of the heart monitor next to him.

“No I’m fine.”

“Then why did you beg a cardiologist to come see you?” You snap, turning on him. “If you wanted to finally talk to me, you could have waited fifteen minutes. Instead you’ve wasted the time of not one, but two doctors, at least one of our residents and several members of the nursing staff. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“What do I have to say? What about you? You broke up with me over a voicemail.” He shouted back, and you watch from the corner of your eye as everyone in the room takes a step back from the two of you.

“Well if you ever pick up your damn phone when I call, I could have broken up with you like that.” Your voice is somehow level, despite how hurt and angry you are.

“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all day.” Well, fuck, okay that was on you. “I didn’t want to run into you like this, but I figured ‘fuck it, you work here anyway’ might as well see you.”

“So instead of waiting to be discharged and coming up to my department you worry me sick by begging me to see you like this? Do you know how scary it is to be paged down here? I was terrified someone’s heart had stopped beating, or I was going to need to perform an emergency surgery and I found you sitting here, beaten up instead.” The dam breaks, and the first tears begin streaming down your face. “The second I heard JB’s voice I was terrified I was about to have to save your life. After everything I told you about my work, about my fears of finding you on my table one day, how dare you use that against me.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Mark jumps up, pulling you into a tight hug as you cry into his shoulder.

“You’re the worst.”

“I know. I know I’ve been shitty. I should be taking you out and showing you off and I haven’t been. I’ve been so scared that Aghase might reject you, I never realized I was the one doing the rejecting. Please give me a second chance.”

“Promise me you’ll change?”

“For you, in a heartbeat.”

“Um, Dr. L/n.” Jangmi’s voice has you pulling away from Mark, wiping your eyes on the cuffs of your sleeve.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Seo.” You laugh, trying to calm down. “I’ll handle his discharge paperwork.”

“Of course, Doctor.” She chuckles softly, offering you all a bow before exiting the room.

“You really broke up with him over voicemail?” JB asks, clearly trying not to laugh.

“I was upset.” You defend. “I also yelled at several people and told one of my closest friend’s to go fuck herself.”

“Well, I’m declining your break up attempt, you didn’t tell me directly, so it doesn’t count.” Mark decides, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you walk out of the room. Nurse Choi is standing immediately outside the door, discharge paperwork in hand.

“Oh, Nurse Choi, I thought you were up in Cardiology still?” You greet.

“Dr. Seo asked me to deliver this personally.” Her eyes are wide as she sees Mark’s arm around your waist and the other boys just behind you. “It seems I owe you an apology, Dr. L/n.”

“Yes you do. I’ll take those.” She sets the clipboard into your outstretched hand with a bow, moving to walk away. You saw the slump in her shoulders as she walked away, and the guilt crept into your chest. “Before you go,” Your call has her turning back to face you. “Noon, Saturday, come have lunch with me? Please Jisoo?” The smile that erupts on her face is enough to make you feel better.

“Of course, Y/n, see you then.”

#mark tuan #mark tuan imagine #mark tuan imagines #got7 imagines #got7 #got7 imagine #goodwriterwithbadhabits #halloween game #request

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svnflowervol666 · 4 years

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Hiii I just read all your writings and I LOVED THEM 💖💖 So can you write a lil blurb where it's Y/N's birthday and he does some cute shit for her

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: tiny mention of smut (at the end)

Author’s Note: I absolutely ADORED writing this one. Thank you so much! Requests are open, so drop an idea into my inbox if you’ve got one! Take care and tpwk.

Just as she was finishing up her makeup in the bathroom before work, an unflattering photo of her longtime boyfriend wearing a bright green face mask illuminated her phone screen, signifying that he was trying to facetime with her. The photo always made her laugh no matter how hard her day had been, so she’d set it as his contact photo.

“Hello my beautiful boy,” Y/N sang when the call adjusted and she could finally see Harry’s face smiling at her from ear to ear.

“And hello to you too, my beautiful birthday girl!” Harry exclaimed right back.

Much to his protest, Harry had ended up smack dab in the middle of a North American tour on his girlfriend’s birthday. He’d tried his hardest to schedule a break in between today so he would be able to spend some time with her on her special day, but it didn’t end up working out and both Harry and Y/N were fairly bummed about it.

“Thank you, love,” she grinned into the camera, making Harry’s heart soar.

“Ye’ getting ready f’ work?”

“Unfortunately,” Y/N faked a pout, “Should be an easy day, though. What about you?”

“Just got back to m’ hotel room. Show tonight was great. I wish you could’ve gotten off work to hop on tour for a few days.”

“You know how my boss is,” Y/N sounded somewhat sad and it made Harry’s chest feel tight knowing how badly she had wanted to come visit him.

“Hmm,” Harry pondered, “’M starting t’ think she’s got a crush on me n’ that’s why she never gives you any days off.”

This made a laugh blossom from deep in Y/N’s belly.

“Everyone’s got a crush on you, bubby.”

“Too bad I’ve only got eyes f’ you. Anyways,” Harry quickly moved on to the next subject.

“I’ve called you to tell you where I’ve hidden your birthday present.”

“Harry,” Y/N scolded him, “I told you not to get me anything.”

“Yeah, well, ye’ know I wasn’t gonna listen. Love spoilin’ ya. It’s in the back of my underwear drawer. Should be a little velvet box.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry to which he blew her a cheeky kiss through the screen in response. She grabbed her phone while she traveled from the bathroom into their bedroom and began riffling through Harry’s intimates drawer.

“Quick question, H. Why your underwear drawer?”

All Harry could see of Y/N was her forehead while her fingers moved past his folded up boxers and dug for the small gift.

“It’s the only thing of mine you don’t steal. Figured it’d be least likely t’ be found if I kept it in there when I left.”

“Touche, my love. Alright, I’ve got it. Want me to open it now?”

“It would kinda make sense to, now, wouldn’t it?”

“You’re such a smartass.”

“You love me anyway.”

She chuckled as she propped her cell phone up against her bedside lamp so Harry could see her reaction when she found out what was inside. When she removed the small metallic bow that was placed on top, she lifted the lid and her expression turned into one of confusion and uncertainty.

“Is this the ring that you lost a few months ago?”

Indeed, it was. It was Y/N’s favorite out of the hefty collection of rings that Harry hoarded. Sometimes, Harry would let her pick out which rings he wore and her eyes always landed on that one. She was never able to give him a reason other than she was simply drawn to it; the way it danced in the sunlight when his hand stuck out from the covers in the morning, the way it accentuated his perfect, long fingers.

Or perhaps, there was a reason why she loved it so much. This ring in particular was one that Harry had purchased from a local jewler when they were on a holiday in Greece. That very same night, Harry had gotten wine-drunk (more like wine-wasted) and had confessed a secret to her.

“You know something, Y/n?” he drunkenly babbled whilst wagged his finger adorned with his new ring in her face, “I’m gonna marry you one day.”

She’d never bring the memory back up to Harry, however she was never able to forget that night or his ring waving itself right in front of his face. It was just another one of those moments where she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Harry was the one for her. Knowing this, one could have seen why Y/N had gotten rather upset when Harry had revealed to her that he had “misplaced it” and had no earthly idea where it had gone. Unbeknownst to her, Harry hadn’t actually lost it at all.

“It is. I didn’t actually lose it. I know ye’ love it, so I had it sized down to fit your finger. Do ye’ like it?”

“I love it. Thank you, Harry.”

Y/N felt her eyes instinctively well up with tears. She hadn’t told Harry, but she always had a hard time whenever he was gone for prolonged periods of time. The bed was always cold, her meals didn’t taste as good, and there was no one there to hold her when her day went less than ideal. Knowing how much thought went into a gift like this only widened the hole in her heart that appeared every time Harry left for tour.

“Aww, don’t cry, lovie. Not on your birthday.”

Y/N gently wiped the corners of her eyes and shook her head, “I’m good. Promise. Just miss you a lot is all.”

“Miss you too, baby. I wish I wasn’t so far away from ye’.”

“It’s only a few more weeks, right? I’ll survive,” Y/N stood up from where she was sat on the bed and straightened out her blouse before picking the phone up from the nightstand, “Guess I should probably head out now.”

“Alright,” Harry reassured her with a wrinkle in his brow.

He absolutely hated knowing that his girl was upset. Not only because it was her birthday, a day that was all about celebrating her, but because he was on another continent and couldn’t be there to soothe her.

“I’ll call you again tonight. Sound good?”

“Sounds great.”

“Have a good day, Y/N,” Harry said sincerely.

“I’ll try.”

They exchanged one last loving look before Y/N ended the call and left the house she shared with Harry to go to work.

Her day wasn’t half as bad as she’d envisioned it to be. Upon arrival, her coworkers greeted her with her favorite coffee and donuts accompanied by a plethora of multi-colored balloons tossed about the office space. Everyone was extra nice to her and offered to take on some of her paperwork for her, which she certainly didn’t mind. Around lunchtime, she received a massive delivery of canary yellow sunflowers from the one and only, Harry Styles. Attached to the bouquet was a simple note card that read, For my sunflower on her special day. -H. This earned her a series of hoots and hollers from the other employees at the office (and she almost swears a scolding look from her boss), which she promptly brushed off and continued on working.

On the long drive home, she’d chatted with her small, close group of friends about the outing they had planned for her that weekend. It was mostly about the bars they had planned on going to and about how wasted they knew they were going to be, but even the playful banter in between them couldn’t manage to pull Y/N out of the funk she was in. Sure, she could put on a happy face and act like she enjoyed the attention she was receiving for her birthday, but none of it really meant much when the one person she cared about most wasn’t there to celebrate with her.

When she opened the front door she was hit by the overwhelming scent of aromatics coming from her kitchen. She hadn’t cooked anything this smelly in at least a few days and she certainly didn’t recall smelling it on her way out the door this morning, so her senses were on high alert. Her finger hovered over the emergency button on her cell phone as she rounded the corner, only to be greeted by a tall, curly-headed man-child boiling pasta in his periwinkle-colored bathrobe.

“Harry?!”

“Fuck,” he cursed aloud, “I didn’t think you’d be home this early. I thought I’d have it all done before you got here.”

Typical Harry. The boy’s got big ideas, but his ability to pull them off seldom comes to fruition.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Come kiss me, stupid.”

Harry took a few long strides over to his girlfriend and engulfed her in a bone-crushing hug and kiss, one that left her breathless and feeling full of love. His lips worked passionately against her own and the tip of his tongue prodded at her bottom lip, just the way that he knew she liked. When he pulled back from holding her mouth against his, he saw that she was really crying this time, unable to stop the flow of salty tears from running down her cheekbones and down her chin.

“What are you even doing here?” she asked Harry as he wiped her tears with the pads of this thumb. “I thought you had a show tonight.”

“You see, Y/N. Time zones can be a beautiful thing. I found out I could make it here with a few hours t’ spare before my next show, so I hopped on a plane right after I got off the phone w’ you.”

“You didn’t have to do this, Harry.”

“But I wanted to. Hated seeing you upset this mornin’.”

He noticed she was twiddling the ring he’d gifted her this morning around her finger, to which he raised her hand and inspected it with his own eyes instead of through his phone screen.

“Looks good on you, dunnit?”

Y/N nodded her head, still unable to comprehend that her boyfriend had flown across the globe to see her on her birthday. There weren’t many people on this earth like Harry, and she had never felt happier to know that she had the privilege of being loved by one.

“I love it, H. I really do. Thank you. For all of this.”

She moved her hand away from Harry’s face to kiss his lips once more.

“How long are you staying?” she continued.

Harry sighed, “’ve got to leave at 2am to make it to the show on time.”

“That’s alright. Any time is better than no time.”

“Exactly,” Harry agreed with his love, “So why don’t ye’ go upstairs and change while I finish cookin’ so we can make the most of it, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back,” she pulled him in for a third kiss before reluctantly leaving Harry’s side to take off her uncomfortable work clothes.

Just as she ascended the steps that led to their bedroom, she heard Harry call out.

“Actually, don’t bother! It’s not like you’ll have your clothes on for very long anyway!”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #asks

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #451

“taste the waste of their god’s grace & spit your hate upon your young”

Who are you subscribed to on YouTube? A shitload of people. Do you like to go to the farmer's market? Yeah, sure. What will (or was) the color of your wedding dress be? Probably black. What's your favorite melon? I don't really like melons, actually. What was the name of the last pet of yours that died? Teddy. :( When was the last time you wished the day would just get over with? Literally every day. Seriously. It's funny, I dread fighting to sleep at night, but I also just want it to be time to sleep so time will pass. My life is just so fucking boring that I just... wait for something exciting to happen. Name one person you've never had a fight with: Tez. What are you currently listening to? "Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment. What would you rather have: cat or dog? I prefer cats. Who is your least favorite person in real life? Probably my sister's husband. Do you ever watch anybody's live stream of... anything, really? I'll sometimes watch live let's plays. Does your house have security cameras? No. If you go grey as you age, would you dye your hair or let it be? I'll be dyeing it. What was the last establishment you stopped going to due to bad service? What happened? I'm not sure. What soundtrack do you listen to the most? Silent Hill 2's, definitely. Was there a family secret you weren’t told about until you were an adult? I don't know if it's really a secret, but I didn't know until this year that my dad did some really dangerous drugs before us kids were born. Do you have an opinion most people you meet seem to disagree with you? Yes. What’s something you like to have many options to choose from? Food, ha ha. Feels great to have a full kitchen after a grocery trip. What’s the strangest decorative object you own? Nothing "strange" to me. What’s a thing you couldn’t imagine doing with your life right now? One biggie is having a baby. I just... could not imagine. My life would plummet. What’s been your proudest moment? Graduating in the top percentile in my high school graduating class. What’s the filthiest non-pornographic movie you’ve seen? Omfg, Sausage Party. That movie was so gross. Do you know anyone who doesn't seem to be fond of animals? Thankfully, no. I don't even think I could befriend someone who doesn't like animals. Are you planning any outings or trips anytime soon? Whereabouts? No. Do you know anyone who has a phobia of a certain animal? Yeah, like me with whale sharks. Is there a particular brand of technology/electronics that you prefer? Not really, no. Is there a singer whose voice gives you goosebumps/chills? Amy Lee's. And is there a singer whose voice you simply can't stand? Yeah, such as Bob Dylan. Are there any authors that are particularly dominant on your bookshelf? Tui T. Sutherland, but only because I read their series Wings of Fire. Have you seen any photographs or videos that made you smile today? I'm sure on Facebook at some point. Which item in your fridge are you most looking forward to consuming? Does the freezer count? If so, this Healthy Choice grilled chicken pesto bowl I have in there. I am like addicted to them. Has anyone you know got into a new relationship lately? I don't know. If you menstruate, do you experience much PMS prior to it? It varies month-to-month. Have you ever had a tattoo covered up or added to? I had my Markiplier tattoo essentially redone by a better artist. I also plan on getting my "ohana" tat covered, as well as my "how rare and beautiful it is to even exist" one (I adore the quote, but it's not an original design, which I don't like having anymore), and I want to move and redesign my "perfectly flawed" one because I want a bigger tattoo in its location. Can you remember the last time you had a sudden change of mind? Yeah; I'm pretty sure I like-like my friend Girt now, something I was never entirely sure about. When was the last time you did something on a whim? *shrug* Were you raised by both of your parents? If not, then who raised you? Well, I guess both, but Dad didn't do a lot of the teaching part about life and stuff. Have you ever began a relationship with someone you knew for less than a week? No. Has one of your friends ever tried to ‘hook you up?’ Yes. Colleen tried that with me and Girt and only succeeded in making us very uncomfortable. She said something I wanted to slap her for that I won't repeat. What is your card game of choice? Magic: The Gathering. What is your favourite books series? I think my favorite series of all time was the Shiloh trilogy. I adored both the books and movies. Do you prefer landmarks or street names when being given directions? You'd better give me landmarks, ha ha. Do you read the prologues in the beginnings of books? Of course. What was your favourite gym class moment? There're such things as GOOD gym memories in school? Do you think that ocean boardwalks are fun? Yes. Do you dread when people ask you to sign their yearbooks? No, I always thought it was very flattering that they even wanted mine. Do you have a favourite Scooby-Doo movie? The Phantom Virus one. I had the video game as a kid, too. Could never beat the damn thing. Do you think it’s cute when toddlers try to run away and fall down? No? I don't like seeing children - or anyone - fall. Do you enjoy listening to your grandparents tell stories of their past? So, this really only happened once, and it was coincidentally the day I learned of her pancreatic cancer, but before Mom told me. I had an assignment to interview someone of an older generation about how various sources of media affected their lives, like the development of TV and such, and she really got into it. It was very interesting to learn about. Do you have a crush on someone? I guess I do idfk. If so... what does his/her name begin with? "D." What attracts you to them? More than anything, the fact he's been there for me without fail. Both single and when I was with Jason and he was interested in me, he's just... been there and has made an effort since high school to be in my life in one way or another. Do they know that you like them? Not anymore, no. We dated for a few months, but I broke up with him because he felt more like my brother, so I would assume he doesn't think I do. Maybe he still is family to me. I really don't know what I feel. If they don't know, why didn't you tell them? I might at some point, idk. We just haven't talked in a while. Name two people that you miss: Jason and Megan. Have you ever seen Titanic? When I was in the hospital, yes. Everyone was crying, lmao. Have you ever swam with dolphins? No, but I would. When was the last time you had a stomachache? Now. Mother Nature finally visited me after three whole fucking months and is v angry. What's going to bed early for you? Like 7:00. Do you want to have a big family in the future? Of pets! Human kids ain't for me. What was the last thing you did that gave you a rush? Hell if I know. Favorite Nicholas Cage movie? Ghost Rider. Have you had your Covid vaccine yet? Which one, if you have? Yes. I got Moderna. If you've had your vaccine, did you experience any side effects? I did on my second dosage. I was OUT of it the day afterwards, but then I was fine. What's the next item of clothing that you intend to buy for yourself? I need new bras badly. What Facebook groups have you found the most helpful? It's called "Not Just A Pet Rock (Python regius)" and is a group for advanced ball python husbandry. It is very informative, but I will say there is a SHITLOAD of very rude elitists. Do you like your butt? Why or why not? NO because it's a PANCAKE and I want CAKE. Have you ever personally been a victim of homophobia? I personally think so. When Sara visited and we were trying to go to my older sister's so she especially could meet her, Ash entirely ignored Mom's messages. I know her homophobic husband well enough to nearly be able to guarantee he didn't want us coming over because the kids "don't need to see that." Ash kinda does what Nick says, so... you know. Do you think you’d be happier if you had a pet? I know I'm happier with pets. Who was the last person you went on a date with? Sara. Were you ever hospitalized as a little kid? No. What’s your favorite way to curl your hair? It's too short to do that. At what age did you start swearing? However old I was in 7th grade. What is something you physically can’t do? Clean up vomit lkdsjal;sdkjfa;lkwd. I can't clean up my pet's or even my own. I literally can't. My mom has to. What do like better, apples or oranges? Apples. I don't like oranges. Around the holidays, do you hope for snow? Yes!!! What are your top two favorite bands? Ozzy Osbourne and Metallica. How many people do you 100% trust? Like two. Maybe. Do you care what others think about you? Way too much. Has anyone ever called you a bitch? My grandmother has. Did you watch Teletubbies when you were younger? Omg yes, I was obsessed. Do you have any licenses other than your driver's license? I don't even have that. Could you live the rest of your life without eating meat? No. Not because I don't want to, because I do, but I would have an extreme protein deficit if I did that. Besides meat, I don't like enough protein-rich foods. Have you ever had a rolling backpack? Yes. Did you make any money today? I haven't made any money in a very, very long time. I'm only ever paid when someone hires me to take pictures for them. What was the highest place you've ever jumped from? I don't know. Definitely not very high. Have you ever gone swimming in a river? Yes. What was the last souvenir someone got you? I have zero clue. Do you have a favorite remix of a song? Hm. Perhaps this techno-y remix of "Psychosocial" by Slipknot. I don't know for sure, though. What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? Either the violin or piano. Do you really pay attention to the ratings on movies? Nope. Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar/etc.)? Probably clouded leopards aesthetics, but I think lions overall. If you had $500,000, what would you do with it? Pay off school debt as well as help Mom with various financial issues, buy new glasses, buy Mom and I a new house and car, get Venus a great tank with all the optimal supplies, get LOADS of tattoos, donate to various charities, adopt a few specific pets, travel to Yellowstone, get laser hair removal on my legs and teeth whitening... There are a lot of possibilities. Did the last person you touched lips with have a kid? Just scaly ones. :') "First loves are never really over." Is this true for you? Yeeeep... Did you like Michael Jackson before he died? I didn't really have an opinion on him. I know/like a couple songs, sure. What are some things that would make you break up with someone? If they became abusive, started doing drugs, acted arrogantly, didn't understand my mental conditions and were unwilling to be emotionally supportive, stuff like that. What was the worst breakup you've ever had? Ha, the one with Jason. For. Fucking. Sure.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''degrade'' by 3teeth

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andyet-here-we-are · 4 years

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I Would Get Into Millions of Accidents Just to See You, Chapter 2 (aka Nurse Geralt AU)

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Geralt is not someone who is an active social media user. He has never been.

Hell, he wouldn’t even use WhatsApp if he didn’t have to.

He thinks that apps like this make people so accessible, and leaves little privacy, and ironically, despite it’s called “social media” it makes people less social. He has lost count of how many times he has seen a group of friends sitting somewhere and scrolling through some apps on their phone or something instead of talking to each other.

Of course, it depends on one’s use, but from what he can tell, whenever you’re online, people tend to think that you have all the time in the world.

So no, thank you very much. He likes his privacy.

Whenever he says that “Social media is for people who don’t have nothing better and important to do,” Ciri just gives him The Look ™ and says: “Okay, boomer.”

He has no idea what the hell it’s supposed to mean, but he is sure it’s not something good.

Once Ciri had downloaded some dating app on his phone without his permission while he was sleeping his ass off after a very tiring night shift. That little match-maker of a girl.

And not only that, but also she had said: “I texted some of the users for you! The ones I thought you might like. One of them seemed nice, I like her energy. So, anyway, long story short, you have a date this weekend. You can thank me later.”

“Excuse me, you did what?!”

Needless to say, Ciri wasn’t allowed to use the internet for three days after that.

“I just want you to be happy,” on the third day, Ciri had said out of the blue while they were reading I, Robot together —they were both into sci-fi, and reading was a great escape from thinking about all the things going on in life.

“You deserve love. Everyone does. Your whole life is nothing but me and your job, and… You deserve happiness, dad. You deserve love.”

“Come here,” Geralt had said, opening his arms wide for her to embrace him, which Ciri had applied.

“I am happy, pumpkin.”

“You could be happier… If there was someone you loved and dated—”

“Ciri, look. Love is… A beautiful thing.” he started ‘Even though it can be hurtful,’ was left unsaid.

��But love doesn’t necessarily mean the affection between a couple. It doesn’t just mean romantic love. Love can be in many forms, shapes, and different ways. Love of self, of animals, of nature, friends, family… We experience love every day when you think about it. You can find it in everything. Even in a slice of homemade pie that Mrs. April brought us today.”

“I love pie! But dad, I doubt that if a slice of pie can tell you that you look lovely today. A cutie-pie on the other hand—”

“Ciri, have you been even listening to me?”

“…and a pie can’t run their fingers through your hair-”

Geralt sighs, “Why am I even trying?”

“Deep down you know I’m right. Dad… How about you just… give her a chance? For me? Just see how it goes?”

"Is it gonna make you happy if I do that?”

“So happy!”

“And you’re not gonna do something like that ever again.”

“Promise!”

“Not downloading stupid apps on my phone, and not trying to set me up.”

“You got it, Cap!”

Geralt had met with that woman, and they just didn’t click.

True to her word, Ciri never has done something like that again.

***

Geralt is not someone who likes social media.

But there he is, looking at the musician’s posts instead of sleeping—even though he has to get up early as always tomorrow—scrolling through the app, and feeling like a high school girl with a stupid crush.

He reads every little caption the musician had written.

Surprisingly- well, maybe not so surprisingly- his songs aren’t the only thing he posts about.

He posts about random things; sometimes it’s a pretty flower he came across this morning, sometimes it’s a kitten, a book he is currently reading, food recipes, his drawings, things like that.

His account seems like just his personality.

Filled with all the beautiful colors in the word. Filled with joy, and every little thing he shares feels so sincere. Personal.

[I tried that recipe @Brianricci has sent me and it still feels like there are fireworks in my stomach, so here’s a little drawing for you my life-saver pasta-mate.]

That one makes Geralt smile. Reminds him of that day.

***

“I have something for you, Mr. Should Have Been A Model But Became A Nurse For Some Reason. Not that I’m complaining, for the record. The only thing I have complaints about is your hospital’s awful food. So awful that it should be illegal. A sin, even. You’re sinning whenever you guys force people to eat that food. I can only imagine your staff’s weekly confessing: ‘Forgive me father for I’ve sinned.’

‘What’s wrong, immortal one? What did you do?’

‘Oh, father, even bathing myself in holy water can’t cleanse me from my sins! I made my patient eat that awful food, I had to, father! I had to! I had no choice! But I have faith that I can change that one day!’

‘Faith becomes you. Stay with it. Keep fighting the good fight with all thy might.’

God help him this man is so ridiculous.

“Why are you suddenly Anthony Hopkins from The Rite?”

“Eh, just felt like it,” Jaskier shrugs “Your jello is pretty good though, so, good deed point. And your nurses aren’t half bad either, so I heard.”

Jaskier winks at him.

The audacity of that man.

“Anyway! As I was saying, I have something for you—”

“I have something for you, too, Mr. Pankratz,” Geralt says. He has a good guess about what Jaskier has for him.

A drawing of a flower.

He had heard the staff talking about how the pretty patient in room 242 has been giving flower drawings to pretty much everyone while he was walking around.

“Why thank you, you shouldn’t have! You brought some wine for me or something? For the celebration for my third week here? You’re so kind, my good sir.”

“It’s your medicines.”

“…ever the heartbreaker. I take back everything I said. You’re the devil in disguise.”

After Geralt gives him his medicines, Jaskier pulls a scratch book under his pillow and carefully tears a page from it. He gives it to Geralt.

“I thought I was the devil in disguise?” The nurse says as he takes the drawing from him “Are you sure that you should give demons a flower draw—”

Geralt can’t finish his sentence.

Because what he is looking at certainly is not a flower drawing.

It’s a man who holds a syringe in his hand with a kind smile on his face, and the syringe is filled with cute little hearts.

It’s him.

There’s a giant cactus standing behind him for some reason Geralt finds it hard to understand why.

He has seen the other drawings, and they are nothing like this one. This one looks like Jaskier has tried his hardest to make it perfect. Put everything in it. It’s perfect and detailed as if he had drawn it while looking at Geralt. It also seems familiar for some reason.

“—in conclusion, devils are fallen angels, so…” Geralt hears Jaskier talking.

Yet he is too busy to say something as he keeps looking at the drawing in his hands.

“Ooops, did I go too far with the hearts?”

“Hm.”

“Geralt? Say something, please? Oh God, I broke my nurse. They’re sooo gonna sue me. And I don’t think I can afford a good lawyer, I’ll rot in jails, I’m too young to rot in jails, I can’t be someone’s bitch, I’m not even—”

“May I ask why is there a cactus standing behind me?”

“A comment! Phew! Finally! Well, that would be because you’re just like a cactus.”

Geralt raises an eyebrow.

“Better than being a weed, Dandelion.”

Jaskier holds his hand to his chest and gasps, feigning offense.

“Words hurt, Geralt. Words hurt.

I meant it as, like, let’s face it, you’re kinda prickly on the outside sometimes, but soft on the inside? A cactus in the desert.”

Geralt sighs.

“And now you imply that my hospital is a desert. How nice. What’s next?”

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s okay.”

It’s obviously more than okay, but teasing with the young man is fun, and everyone needs some fun in their lives once in a while.

“If you don’t appreciate my drawing just give it back,” Jaskier makes grabby hands as he pouts like a little kid that just dropped his ice cream, “I’m pretty sure it’ll look good on my fridge anyway. No trouble for me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“I’m not giving this back. Too late, you should’ve thought that before you gave it to me. Can’t take it back now.”

“If you don’t say something nice about my spectacular drawing you can be sure that I’m gonna take it back from your hands even if that means putting up a fight.”

“How bold of you to think that you’re in a condition to put up a fight.”

“You’d be surprised. And if I can’t, your other nurse friends and your fellow patients can do it for me. I haven’t been handing out flower drawings for nothing all day.”

“And you say I am the devil in disguise.”

“I never said I was an angel, have I? Seriously though, you have ten seconds to pay a compliment to my drawing. Ten—”

“ ‘Okay’ was a compliment.”

“I beg to differ, since when ‘okay’ is a compliment? Say that to the Italian chef in Mamma Mia when he asks how is the pasta and see if he takes ‘okay’ as a compliment and doesn’t pour half-full pasta plate over your head, and ruin your favorite bee shirt. Also, nine.”

“That was oddly specific. Did that happen to you?”

“Eight, I have no idea what you’re talking about, I was just being hypothetical. Seven, six—”

“I bet he wouldn’t threaten me with taking my meal back if I did at least.”

“Sev— wait a second I was counting backwards, weren’t I? Where were we? Five!”

“Man, you’re really no good at math.”

“Wanna know what I’m good at? Many things, and fighting happens to be one of them. Four, ” Jaskier attempts to get up from the bed, somehow forgetting about his broken leg for a split second and swears: “Ah, cock!”

Geralt barely holds back a laugh at that one.

“Careful.”

“I can still verbally fight you.”

“You’ve been already doing that for the last five minutes.”

“…three.”

“You never give up, do you?” Geralt rolls his eyes with a smile, “It’s a good drawing. I really like it.”

Another lie.

He doesn’t just like it, he loves it.

But even saying that he likes it is enough to make Jaskier beam at him.

“You gave everyone a flower drawing,” he points out “but I get a cactus and a drawing of myself, why is that? It must have taken some time to draw this.”

“A special drawing for a special nurse.” Not making eye contact, Jaskier says so softly that Geralt nearly misses it. “Yeah, it sure took some time to draw it, and my schedule was so full because of all the crazy hospital parties you guys keep throwing that I could hardly find the time, but eh, I managed somehow.”

“Sucks that they never invite me to that parties,” the nurse jokes back. “Seriously though, thank you. I appreciate it.”

“I’d like to draw something for Ciri, too. But I’m saving it for later when I can meet her. You didn’t tell her that I’m here, right?”

“She doesn’t know.”

“Good! Keep it that way.”

***

Smiling at the memory, Geralt rises from his bed to take the drawing from his bedside drawer. No, of course he doesn’t look at it every day, what are you talking about?

If he hadn’t promised Jaskier that he wouldn’t let Ciri know until these two can meet in person, this drawing would be on his wall already.

Maybe next to Ciri’s painting of a white wolf.

He had considered doing so but then decided that it would be wise if he didn’t. No doubt Ciri would figure out it was Jaskier’s drawing as soon as she would see it. It was signed by him, after all. Not that Ciri couldn’t figure it out without the signature.

“What the hell, Geralt” The nurse snorts to himself and runs a hand over his face as he imagines his room filled with the drawings of his daughter, and Jaskier’s. “What are you gonna dream about next? Ciri being a flower girl at your wedding?”

Fuck.

He is totally dreaming about it now.

God, it’s crazy how much he misses him, even though he doesn’t really know him.

Ciri already is crazy about Jaskier, and Geralt looks forward to them to meet, to see how Ciri is going to react when she sees him. He feels like the two would talk non-stop, and he would just listen to them talking about God knows what.

He would have no problem with that; in fact.

“I’ll give him a call tomorrow,” he thinks.

He wants to see Jaskier again.

(Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of Jaskier in this chapter, but it was like:

-So, it’s time for you to meet Ciri!

-Hah, well, I love her, but I don’t think so. Not yet.

-But Ciri-

-You can have me as a Flashback Guest in this chapter, nothing more.

-But my plan wasn’t like this.

-Too bad, I’m my own character.

Let me know what you think please. Have a good day everyone ~ 💛)

#the witcher #jaskier #geraskier #nurse geralt au #my writing #I Would Get Into Millions Of Accidents Just To See You #geralt of rivia

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I got you stuck in my head, isn't it funny? //Joker x Reader

A/N: It supposed to be short without much of a plot, but it expanded on something bigger. I posted it also here. I hope you'll enjoy it. Let me know what you think. :)

Pairing: Joker/Reader

Contains: smut obviously, no condom, some swearing, bit of a blood, a little abuse at the end.

Word Count: 4,971

Summary: You're locked in Arkham State Hospital. You've met Arthur Fleck during a group therapy, you exchanged looks with him and sometimes smiles, but you didn't really talk with each other, he was too shy to approach you and you wanted to keep your guard up in a place like this, so you kinda avoided him. Later on, he left the hospital, while you stayed until the present day.Some time passed by and you forgot about Arthur, but he didn't forget about you.

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You were rolling over for hours, couldn't sleep at all. Your eyelids were heavy and your face buried deeper into a pillow, because you couldn't find a position that would help you relax your body, so if you suffocated yourself then maybe you'd fall asleep. Or at least loose your conscious, that would be close enough.

You turned again on your back, eyes wide open as you looked blankly at the ceiling, counting seconds of how long you could last without blinking. You knew, you could call for a nurse and ask her to give you sleeping pills, but you were locked in an isolation room and to get anyone here in the middle of the night, required having to make a lot of noise and screaming, and you would risk to be strapped to the bed later for insubordination. Even though you'd asked for seclusion, hospital staff didn't give a single shit whether someone was locked there under duress or voluntarily, you didn't behave - they strapped you down.

34 seconds.

Why did you ask for isolation? Because you liked it here - the silent, the solitude, having your own room, and no one was disturbing you with crying or screaming. You were far away from everyone.

You shifted your body on a side and shut your eyes, counting your breath leaving your nostrils, your muscles slowly let go of any tension that had been hid inside your body, and you felt like you were finally able to drift into a sweet oblivion.

The time stopped ticking and you didn't know how long you'd been lying in that almost sleeping state, unaware of your surroundings. It was until your ears caught a slightly noise coming somewhere around you and you fought with your conscious to stay asleep, but your eyes blinked open pulling you out of the dreamless land. You raised your head off the pillow trying to recognize the sound, it was a low rustle from the other side of the room, just behind the closed door. Maybe it was a nurse walking down the hallway checking if everything was okey. You blinked few times more, but whoever was making the noise didn't go away. They were standing right behind the door, you could only see a shadow through the crack moving around, and hear steps walking from left to right and right to left as if someone was uncertain whether to knock or go away.

At this point you knew it couldn't be a nurse.

The steps stopped for a second, making you think that the person maybe decided to leave you alone, but suddenly you heard a rustling sound somewhere near the door-knob and with one simple move the lock being turned open. You jumped out of the bed right away, ready to get to the switch to turn the lights on, but the door jiggled open, paralyzing you with the light coming from the hallway. You covered your face with your hand glancing through your fingers to the silhouette looming at the doorway. You couldn't see their face nor the clothes under this angle, it was like you were looking at the shadow, not a real person. You felt dizzy and it was cause both from jumping out of the bed too fast and pills that you'd been taking only at night due to their side effects like dizziness.

As when you thought this couldn't get any more frightening and surreal, the lights in your room had been switched on, drenching you and the other person with a white almost painful glow. You blinked and lower your hand slightly trying to see who were you dealing with, who was that someone that got into the isolation room in the middle of the night.

The vision became less and less blurred, but the spinning wheels in your head just picked up some speed, leaving you even more woozy than before.

A clown.

You saw a clown? You put your hand down and narrowed your eyes. A fucking clown was standing in front of you grinning at you, obviously amused probably by the dumbstruck look on your face. Were you dreaming? Maybe it was one of your very realistic dreams you sometimes had? Could be, you didn't know any clown inside the asylum and for sure you didn't know any clown outside of its walls.

Oh, and the clown closed the door and was now coming your way, covering the distance in few quick steps, taking your face between his hands, tilting your head up and placing a soft gentle kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes out of habit, letting him feather your lips with more soft kisses. They were as gentle as compassionate, as innocent as inappropriate. If you were sleeping and dreaming a weird sex dream why did they feel inappropriate?

You opened your eyes just as he done showering your lips with affection. He looked at you smiling, tears were forming in the corners of his eyes and he brushed your cheeks with his thumbs.

- I missed you.

It was that moment when you looked him in the eye and heard his soft voice that you recognize who were hiding behind the painting on his face.

- Arthur?

He nodded and his smile got wider as if hearing his name from your mouth made him somehow happier. For you, saying his name, on the other hand, made you become more awake and less dizzy. You realized this wasn't a dream and the man you knew from a group therapy, that had left months ago, was right now standing in front of you in a full clown costume.

But why though? Why was he here and why had he kissed you? You weren't lovers, heck, you weren't even friends. You just knew each other from therapy sessions, where you and bunch of other patients had been learning how to live back in society. You and Arthur hadn't really talked with each other, you'd only exchanged looks and sometimes smiles, but you'd only smiled back at him because you'd been trying to be polite. You might have even shared some thoughts about his depression during one of the sessions, but not because you'd wanted to, you'd just been asked by a doctor to say something.

You took a step back from him, trying to recreate the distance that had been between you, trying to look at the bigger picture, connect the dots to understand what was going on here, but nothing made any sense. Arthur, the shy, reserved guy, as a clown getting into the isolation room in the middle of the night kissing you and telling you that he'd missed you? You felt confused as hell.

Arthur must had noticed that, cause he leaned forward, his hands still cupping your face, and he placed a comforting kiss on your forehead.

- Arthur..

- It's Joker now.

You glanced up at him furrowed your eyebrows. You didn't understand any of this shit. Or maybe you were losing your mind completely?

He caressed your cheek with his thumb while the other hand slightly slid down to the side of your neck.

- I know it's confusing, but I promise I'll explain that to you later, I'll tell you everything.

The way he said he'd tell you everything, like he was seeing an old best friend and couldn't wait to tell her what had been happening with him when he'd been away. He was so excited, it made you feel somewhat guilty for not being able to catch up with him.

- Aren't you happy to see me, babydoll?

You opened your mouth but you didn't know what to say at the nickname he'd given you. Your hand slowly moved up to his and you gently grabbed his wrist pulling his hand away from your cheek.You didn't feel any resistance from him, he just let you take his hand away. His other hand was still on you however, resting on your shoulder as his fingers caressed the side of your neck.

- It's surprising to see you here, how did you...

- I know - he interrupted you, not letting you ask the question, probably because he didn't want to answer it.

You felt stupid just standing like that in front of him, only in your blue pajamas and with your mouth desperately searching for the right words you could use to get out of this uncomfortable situation. You looked into his eyes and God, if they weren't full of admiration and longing. He looked at you as if trying to remember you by heart.

- I've missed you so much, there wasn't a day when I wasn't thinking about you - he said in a soft voice - I got you stuck in my head, isn't it funny?

You couldn't find anything funny about it, till now you didn't even know that Arthur had a crush on you.

- I didn't mean to... I didn't mean myself stuck in your head.

He chuckled and his fingers stopped caressing the sensitive spot on your neck as his hand moved at the back of your head pulling you closer to him. Before you had a chance to say something, your lips was sealed with his in a passionate kiss. This time it wasn't an innocent soft one he'd given you before. This one was hungry. Not rough but demanding. He brushed his mouth onto yours using his tongue to part your lips and slip inside, entwined his tongue with yours. Your own hands, first so unsure of what to do, were now moving up to his face, one sinking in his green hair, the other resting on his cheek. If you'd been lost and confused before because of his unexpected visit, now you got yourself lost into his kiss. And this one took your breath away and you didn't object when he wrapped his hand around your waist, making your body pressed onto his. You wriggled a bit as you felt something hard pressing onto your belly.

Fuck. You'd seen how excited he was, but you hadn't realized how much aroused until now. How could you not thought about if before? Arthur... Joker, whoever the hell he was now, hadn't come here just to say hi and kiss you, he'd come here to fuck you as well.

The lower half of your body was trying to pull back, getting away from his hard member, but he kept you close, not letting you go of his embrace.

You felt your cheeks turning red and your lips were already overstimulated, but he kept kissing you like he'd die if he didn't. You had to break the kiss somehow and you felt like you didn't have any choice other than do it in a painful way. So you sucked his lower lip into your mouth and used your teeth to bite it, clamping them harder onto his red skin, just hard enough for him to pull away. But he didn't move the slightest, didn't even groan in pain, just letting you do your thing. You could taste a bitter blood on you tongue and you realized that your plan was stupid and destined to fail, for he probably wouldn't stop you no matter how hard would you bite, maybe even he liked it in some way.

You counted to three and with no reaction from him, you pulled away, placing both of your hands on his chest, leaning back as far as you could. You both were panting, your lips were all red and swollen and on his lower lip was a streak of fresh blood. The look in his eyes didn't change much, it got much more darker though, more longing than before, and lust were glowing from them, making you blush in bewildered.

His cock twitched inside his pants and he quickly glanced at the bed behind you. You didn't have to follow his gaze to know what he was thinking.

- Arthur, I don't think this is a good time...

- Shhh, my little one - he put his index finger on your mouth - We've got planty of time, believe me.

He wouldn't leave this room without getting what he wanted. He was so determined and confident to get it, to get you, that you couldn't believe this man was really Arthur. What had happened to him?

The hand on your lower back moved aside to your waist as he pushed you lightly onto the bed. You landed on your ass, bouncing on a mattress. He quickly removed his red jacket and took off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed, kneeling over you, your legs trapped between his. His fingers working with buttons on his vest but his eyes locked on you, wandering from your embarrassed face down to your breast and lower to strings of your pants. He looked very attractive and dominant from your point of view, enchanting even. It was clearly an absurd how wet you became right now. You could feel a familiar sensation in your lower parts, a pleasant small vibration inside of you.

Once he got rid of his yellow vest, he climbed on top of you propping himself on his hands, forcing you to lay down beneath him. His pupils were dilated, mixing with the dark green, and you found it difficult to look him in the eye right now. He smiled at you and separated your legs by putting his knee between them.

- Did you miss me too?

His question made you hold your breath. How could you say no? He wouldn't accept that for an answer.

- Arthur...

- Joker - he leaned down and kissed your forehead, forgiving you your silly mistake.

- Joker... I've missed you, yes - you lied - But I don't think we should be doing this, we don't know each other that much.

- How can you say that? - his eyebrows furrowed slightly - We do know each other, I know your favourite colour, where you went to school, that you prefer pancakes over waffles at breakfast, that you were raised only by your mother... And you know things about me too.

Right, but... - you didn't know how to explain him that learning things about each other on the group therapy and actually knowing someone were two different things. He shouldn't supposed to remember those things about you. Everything said on the group therapy should have stayed on the group therapy, and he'd broken that rule, taking these information about you with him, outside the hospital.

Your hesitation must have taken him off guard, as he looked at you with confusion visible on his face, like he was trying to figure out why weren't you excited to see him at the same level as he was. But his consternation didn't last very long, for he leaned down closer to you and started kissing your face. His lips were soon everywhere, brushing over your cheeks, nose, forehead and jaw, before he kissed you on the mouth. His right hand slipped under your shirt, and it was cold against your warm skin, sending you shivers down your spine. He probably thought that being gentle with you would help you relax. And, to your surprise, it actual worked, you felt your body relaxing under his touch, almost melting. You kissed him back and his hand moved up to grab your boob, and finding a nipple, he rolled it between his fingers and you had to hold back a soft moan from escaping your mouth. You closed your eyes as you tilted your head aside, giving him access to kiss your neck and so he did, kissing and nibbling a spot under your jaw down to your collarbone. Your shirt was rolled up exposing your breast and you opened your eyes to look down at him already kissing your breastbone. Your cheeks turned red at this sight, you still were in your pajamas, but felt practically naked before him.

He hummed as he cupped sides of your boobs and moved his mouth to the left, his hot breath winded around your nipple before he wrapped it with his mouth and sucked it gently, poked it with his tongue.

It'd been a very long time since you let somebody caress your body this way, since you had a chance to have sex, and god how much you missed it.

You were so touch starved that even this light foreplay of Joker sucking and licking your nipples was enough to get you lightheaded and left you wanting for more. You tried not to squirm nor moan to not show him how much turned on you were already. You bit your lower lip and gripped the sheets underneath you, not realizing that Joker was observant enough to see those little attempts of yours to keep your body reactions under control. He smirked at that as he quickly grabbed your pants and took them off, throwing them away, before you had a chance to react.

You gasped and jerked your legs trying to pull them together, but he kept your knees separated with his hands and all you could do was lying down naked, giving him a very good look at your wet needing pussy.

- Perfect - he said as his eyes travelled all over your body, his hands rested on your knees and you wonder if he could feel them trembling - You're perfect.

He smiled as he leaned down to you, his lips went back where they were before, worshiping your breast for some time, before he slowly started sliding down on you, kissing your stomach and abdomen.

Your grip on the sheet tightened as you watched him hovering over your clit now, breathing out onto your sensitive spot. Suddenly he snapped his eyes up to meet your gaze and you quickly threw your head back on the mattress, but not quick enough for him to miss the cute view of how much your cheeks turned into bright red.

He hummed again and you could feel his wet gentle kisses on both of your inner tights teasing with you for a while, before he pressed his lips onto your clit. His tongue licked your button, as he got a first glimpse of what you tasted like. It must have made him eager for more, because he slid his tongue lower to your wet entrance and he licked you all the way up.

You bit your lower lip and closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath you hadn't even known you were holding. It turned into a soft moan, but it felt so good you couldn't help it. You gave in to him.

You reached down with your hand and rested it on his head, combining your fingers with his green hair. His slow almost agonizing teasing with you, gentle sucking and licking with just a tip of his tongue, only very close to your entrance, but never quite there, was driving you crazy and put you totally out of control.

- P-please - you heard yourself begging.

He chuckled, but he didn't plan to torture you this way and deny your orgasm, he wanted to please you like you'd been never pleased before. He quitted the teasing and started eating you out vigorously, with his mouth and tongue all over your woman's parts, pressing harder onto your entrance and he moved his hands up to also play with your hard nipples.

It was all mind blowing, you could feel your body responding to his actions very intensively, building up your orgasm surprisingly quickly. You wriggled on the bed, jerking your hips up as you moaned and cursed under your breath.

- Fuck, I'm... Shit, so... Close.

He did such a good job eating you out, he didn't even had to use his fingers to make a wriggling helpless mess out of you. You were already totally and ridiculously taken over by your orgasm, moaning loudly his name and arching your back as the sweet strong outburst of release was poured all over your body.

The heart in your chest was pounding loudly and you kept your eyes closed taking your time to get back to your senses. A soft kiss was pressed onto your lips and you awkwardly kissed Joker back, tasting yourself on his lips. You opened your eyes slowly just to see a big satisfied grin on his face and sparks in his eyes, he looked so proud of himself, and you couldn't deny, he had a right to feel this way. You put your hands on his chest and you realized you hated that he was still full clothed while you were all naked underneath him. You quickly shifted your hands and started unbuttoning his shirt. One button after another as you were reaching lower with your fast moving but a little shaky fingers. He didn't move waiting for you to unbutton the last one. Watching you carefully as your fingers brushed onto his stomach just above a waistband. He was expecting you to unbutton and unzipped his pants as well, but you were too embarrassed to do that, your boldness got you only as far as that so you stopped at unbuttoning his shirt.

He smirked and knelt up, he removed his shirt and stood before the bed to do the same with his pants, white briefs and socks. You finally could take a good look at his slim body and of course your greedy eyes get a glimpse of the shape of his cock, the size of it that you were going to let inside of you.

And it was very appealing, definitely not disappointing.

He came back to you in a second kissing you with a passion as he pressed his hard member onto your clit, rubbing himself over it. You moaned into his mouth and grabbed his hair, deepening the kiss. As embarrassed as you might felt by your own greediness and arousal, you just couldn't wait to have him inside you, to fill you up and fuck you as you wanted to be fucked for a long time.

He must have sensed that, of course he did, cause he slid his cock down to your entrance, smearing your juice over it with a tip of his cock. You spread your legs wider and he slowly pushed into you. You had to break your kiss to that feeling, rolling your head back and moaned, a wide smile spread over your face. He was perfect, he felt exactly how you wanted him to, filling you up and stretching your walls in a pleasurable way, sending shivers down your spine. You didn't even need much time to adjust to his size, you were already so wet and ready for him.

He kissed your exposed neck, right under your chin, sucking at your skin, leaving there a hickey for sure, and he moved his hips back and forth as he nibbled you with his teeth. He slid his hand to your boob squeezed it gently. His movement were slow, but only for some time, he quickened his pace soon, going deeper and thrusting harder, almost frantically, which made you wonder how could he be so rough and gentle at the same time. Cause he was still gently with his kisses and occasional bites, though he fucked you quite fast and thoroughly, putting one of his hand on the top of your head and the other grabbing your hip to hold you in place.

Your nails were scratching patterns on his back as you moaned louder into his ear. Your legs were up in the air letting him push into you even deeper and you kissed him avidly with your tongue dancing with his. He broke the kiss and you looked each other into the eyes before he buried his head into your neck and by the way his thrusting became more and more rapid and urgent, you knew he was close to finish. You weren't surprised at all, you'd reached your climax also very soon and he wanted this just as much as you, though little did you know how much touch starved and longing for intimacy he was, you could only imagine.

His pace slowed down to more deeper and erratic thrusts as his shaft pushed farther in couple of times more, had him growling into your neck. He came with one final powerful thrust, unable to hold back anymore. The warm fluid filled you up in long hot squirts as he held you in a tight grip, weighted you down with his body.

You slowly and carefully put your feet onto the bed, and well, if your legs hadn't been trembling before, they definitely were now, and you were grateful you didn't have to stand right now, for you were sure, you would fall down immediately.

You and Joker were breathing heavily and you noticed how in sync you were - your chests were going up and down at the same time.

- Sorry - he whispered apologizing for weighting you down as he moved up and to your own displeasure, he pulled out of you. You pouted because even though his cock was getting soft now, you still wanted him inside you. Without him filling your walls, you felt... incomplete.

You looked at him as he lied down beside you with his eyes closed, his chest lifting up and down, in that blissful state of afterglow, the one you had after a good shag.

You couldn't not notice how good he looked from his profile, especially when you looked at the line of his jaw and his narrow nose. With most of his clown painting being rubbed off of his face, he again looked more like Arthur that you once knew and seeing that familiar face made you feel safe.

And probably you were now more covered in his paints than he was, which made you chuckle.

Your hand was found and grabbed by his as he turned his head to you and opened his eyes, smiling. You smiled back and he shifted to kiss your forehead before he pulled you close. You rested your head onto his chest and he wrapped his hands around you. You didn't know what to expect from him from now on, you'd been afraid that he'd just fuck you and leave you soon after, using you only for sex, but he decided to cuddle with you and you were grateful just for that.

You counted in your head to 5, just letting yourself be in the moment, to feel him and feel yourself being pressed together just like that.

But it couldn't last forever no matter how much you wished for that.

- How's that even happened? - this was more of a rhetorical question to this whole situation, so you didn't wait for him to answer that - I thought I'd never see you again and you just came back to visit me in the middle of the night wearing this sexy red suit and with your face painted... And you're Joker now? And you had keys? I doubt they just let you go in, so... you broke in here unnoticed, it's crazy. I...

- Hey - he interrupted you taking your chin between his fingers to tilt your head up so he could look at you - I didn't come to visit you. I came for you.

He put a small kiss on the top of your head, hugging you tightly before he laid you back on the bed so he could stand up. You lifted yourself up on your elbows as you watched him fiddling with his clothes and for a moment you were afraid that he was going to dress up and leave, that maybe he felt offended by your talking, but his last words stuck in your head, making you question the very true reason for his visit.

- For me? What do you mean?

He looked at you and quickly jumped onto the bed leaning over you. He kept one of his hand behind his back and he grinned at you just like he'd grinned before, after he'd told you he'd explain that to you later. So excited. So... mischievous.

You tried to crawl away from him, a sudden jolt of bad feeling overtook you, but he pushed you back with his mouth pressing onto yours, distracting you at the same time, and before you pushed back off him, you felt a sharp sting on your right arm. You broke the kiss as you looked at it scared already and you saw a syringe stick into your arm.

You couldn't believe your own eyes.

He'd fucking shoved the syringe into your arm and injected you something. You growled furious and you gathered all your strength to push him away, but he threw the syringe away and quickly grabbed your wrists, pinning you down to the bed.

- The fuck Joker, what was that?! - you screamed at him, trying to free yourself from his grip, but he was surprisingly strong for his posture and seemed to hold you down without any effort - Let go off me!

- Shhhh... Calm down, kitten, i don't wanna hurt you and I don't want you to hurt yourself - his voice was so calm and steady, contrary to your angry and scared one. His grin faded away replaced by a watchful and determined look on his face.

- What did you do, you fucker, what...

You looked him in the eye and you felt weaker with every word escaping your lips. Your focus became blurry and dizziness increased rapidly, making your thoughts dispersed and your eyelids very heavy. You tried to fight it, to stay conscious, but you had no chance against strong chemicals. Your eyes were slowly closing.

- Count to ten, darling.

His voice drifted far away from you, but at the same time you could hear him right inside your head.

1...

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #229: FINAL CURTAIN!

March, 1983

"THIS IS IT! Henry Pym’s Last Stand Against... THE EVIL OF EGGHEAD!”

Why does this have Egg Fu energy? Obviously very much less racist but giant egg shaped head looming over things...

Please don’t grow a mustache, Egghead.

Wow, this arc has been going on for a while. With a lot of interruptions, mind.

But we had Hank rejoin the Avengers, do a bad job, build a robot to murder his friends to try to make them forget the first bad job he did, get kicked out of the Avengers, and got tricked by Egghead into committing treason and arrested. Egghead decided to take over the world via inventing eternal youth, put together a new Masters of Evil who immediately got their asses kicked, and then the Masters kidnapped Hank from his trial.

All to bring us to the Final Curtain, which is similar but legally distinct from the Final Countdown.

I’ve seen some sad Hanks but I think “framed into being a fugitive and forced to do science for his worst enemy” Hank is the saddest looking Hank.

He has a thousand yard stare WHILE carefully considering a chemical compound.

This is possibly because while he sciences, Egghead is hanging right over his shoulder being excessively chipper and calling Hank “partner.”

Hank: “I’d love to shove those words down his throat! It’s galling enough to be working for my oldest enemy, without having him call me ‘partner.’”

Guy also puts his hand on Hank’s shoulder chum-style and offers to get him some breakfast while Hank probably fantasizes about making scrambled eggs.

Later that morning, over in New Orleans, Monica Rambeau!

I’m still very hype about Monica Rambeau finally being in this book.

She’s sitting around in her nice home watching the news about the trial and the “dramatic escape” of Hank Pym and also Iron Man has disappeared. That’s on the news too.

Monica: “Uh-oh! I don’t like the sound of that! A disappearance, now of all times, by any of the regular Avengers could mean heavy trouble! Someone’s bound to accuse them of helping in Dr. Pym’s escape! It might not be a bad idea to look in on my new friends -- as Captain Marvel!”

She nyooms light speed from New Orleans to the Avengers Mansion.

Inside, Cap and Thor are discussing how neither Iron Man or Tony Stark have been seen in nearly a week. And Cap is worried because its not like Tony.

But he has to stop talking when Monica comes in because she’s not in on the secret.

Captain Marvel: “Hi, hope I’m not interrupting anything. I thought I’d drop by and... well... see how everyone was doing.”

Thor: “In truth, woman, the Avengers have known happier times.”

Captain America: “I’m afraid Thor’s right, Captain. A former Avenger’s disgrace is national news. Iron Man’s vanished. And the She-Hulk may be no more. Things... aren’t good.”

Monica is kind of taken aback by this because “These are two of the most capable men I’ve ever met! If they’re feeling down and out, what hope is there for the rest of us?”

Meanwhile, in specifically the second-floor study, Hawkeye is sitting with Jennifer Walters Not-Hulk and the Wasp.

And Hawkeye is surprised that She-Hulk’s other self is “so small and... fragile.”

Wasp is trying to reassure Jen that they want to help her but Jen is feeling helpless.

Jen: “I-I know that, Janet. .. B-b-but I still feel so helpless. Things seemed different when I was the She-Hulk! She could handle everything -- or so I thought! She didn’t do much against the Radioactive Man, did she? One blast of charged gamma rays from him, and my life as the She-Hulk was a thing of the past!”

I mean, I wouldn’t say not much. She-Hulk tossed Radioactive Man around pretty easily before the gamma blast.

Wasp tells her that the gamma-charge must have worn off by this point but Jen is too afraid to try again because she can’t face the thought of another failure and what that might mean.

She kiiiiinda blew up her life back in California to go be She-Hulk full-time. The comic doesn’t point this out but I am. She kinda blew off her supporting cast and law career to go on a cross-country trip and then moved to New York for brunch and Avengers.

Wasp is called away by Jarvis, who says there’s an urgent caller for her, leaving Jen alone with Hawkeye.

... Which, may have been a bad idea or at least a very hilarious one.

Hawkeye: “I can’t believe what’s happening to the Avengers! We’ve had bad breaks before, but this -- ! Even ol’ Cap’s been looking like one of the walkin’ wounded! I need to do something to get us back on our feet! Maybe I can start with the little lady.”

Y’know, Captain Marvel and Hawkeye both noting how dire things are feeling around the Mansion is doing a really good job at selling this as one of their darkest moments.

Nobody ever talks about this as one of those moments but the comic is making a good case for it.

At the front door the urgent matter is! SCOTT LANG!

Sight for sore eyes!

He’s here on an errand for Mr. Stark. But unfortunately he also has no idea where Tony has gotten.

Scott Lang: “All of Stark International’s in an uproar! First, Mr. Stark asks me to finish up one of his rush projects for the Avengers -- something he never does! Then he and that iron-clad bodyguard of his pull a disappearing act! And now, the tube is full of news about Hank Pym running off with something called the Masters of Evil! Wasp... what’s going on?”

Wasp: “I honestly don’t know, Scott! Sometimes I’d swear that the whole world is falling apart on us!”

Hey! More dialogue really selling how dire things are!

Scott gives her the project Tony had him complete and tells Wasp that Tony told him that Cap would know about it.

Which indicates that Scott finished this project and doesn’t know what it is or does. Wow.

He also offers to change into Ant-Man and lend a hand but Wasp hurries him out the door and slams it behind him.

Which is a rude way to treat a Scott Lang but in Wasp’s defense she couldn’t bear seeing someone dressed as Ant-Man when she has all these Hank feelings.

Captains America and Marvel and also Thor wander in. Cap(tain America) is telling Monica that there’s nothing they can do until they get a lead on Hank’s whereabouts.

Wasp, who was just handed a thing and told that Cap would know about it, hands it to Cap and asks him if it would be any help.

Cap(tain America) recognizes it as the miniaturized version of the cerebral scanner helmet that Tony was working on.

Captain America: “It was Iron Man’s theory that Hank’s recent problems were due to preset commands Moondragon had telepathically planted in his mind. This helmet was supposed to check that out. Now... I guess we’ll never get a chance to use it.”

This defeatism is finally a defeatism too far for Monica who blows up at the Avengers.

Captain Marvel: “Hey, just a darned minute! Is this the Avengers that I’m supposed to be joining, or an encounter group? I can’t believe what I’m seeing! Look, I know you’ve been through an emotional wringer for the past couple of months, but you can’t let it get to you like this! You folks don’t get much press west of the Hudson River, but what little word that does filter out is filled with awe! You’re the Avengers! You’re legends -- every one of you! You’ve probably saved this poor world more times than anyone can even guess! And you can pull through this crisis, too! But not if you keep acting the way you’ve been!”

Huh, more of a ‘dare to be badass’ than a real dressing down.

Also, its so weird that the Avengers are simultaneously a weird New York thing and also known for saving the world multiple times.

Thor, as Thor do when anyone dares to criticize him, gets indignant but Wasp interrupts that whole impending shouting match and asks what Captain Marvel has in mind.

(This is why Wasp is a good leader, by the by)

Captain Marvel says they should try to look at things from another angle. What if, and hear her out, what if Hank really was set up by Egghead like he claimed to be before the trial?

Egghead is dead? THE AVENGERS FIGHT PEOPLE THAT HAVE BEEN ASSUMED DEAD A LOT, YOU GUYS.

Geez, where has Monica been? She’s a breath of fresh thought on this team.

Monica also has another galaxy brain idea. Slash probably turn of phrase that inspires a galaxy brain idea. Like in a mystery where an innocuous statement cracks the whole thing WIDE OPEN.

Captain Marvel: “And this man you caught -- the Shocker -- the one who claims that Pym reorganized the Masters of Evil to free him -- maybe he’s the one who’s crazy, instead of Dr. Pym! Maybe it’s the Shocker who should have his head examined!”

And Cap(tain America) is like hey I just got this head examining helmet from Tony!

Meanwhile, in the second floor study, Hawkeye has decided to Help.

Be afraid.

Nah, just funning.

Look, this is all perfectly in character for Hawkeye and for Hulks in general. He’s just going to be extremely rude (he has trained his whole life for this) and make fun of Jen until something happens.

And he is pretty rude.

So rude that she smeks him across the face. But because she hasn’t had her Jen training arc yet, Hawkeye just laughs at her.

So she hits him again.

Hawkeye: “My, my! Both cheeks slapped and I’m still on my feet! Is that the best you can do, She-Wimp?”

Then he laughs and laughs and gets punched out of the room by a furious She-Hulk.

He quickly begs for peace, claiming he didn’t mean what he said.

So in the end, all she needed to break the mental block preventing her from turning into She-Hulk was Hawkeye being even more obnoxious than usual.

He does have his uses. Shoots arrow, pisses people off, apparently fun to be around??

Its hard to imagine future burned out trash-fire Clint Barton doing this. He’s much more mellow in how he’s obnoxious now. Although, he roasted Tony Stark good in the Freefall mini.

Y’know, She-Hulk and Hawkeye are friends later. And I don’t know if that’s because She-Hulk becomes everyone’s friend when she moves into more fun party She-Hulk territory. But I can also imagine that despite not liking each other much to begin with, She-Hulk and Hawkeye just grow on each other.

When Wasp praises Jen for being able to transform again, She-Hulk admits that Hawkeye helped.

Then Cap tells them to stop goofing, they’ve got business.

And the business is at the federal lock-up.

The Avengers want to use Tony Stark’s special cerebral scanner helmet on Shocker. His lawyer is like hell no. Shocker himself is like I’m down for whatevs.

Shocker: “Hey, if they want to plunk that pressure cooker on my noggin, it’s okay by me! I’m facing a pretty stiff federal rap, after all. I’m willing to cooperate. It doesn’t bother me. If I passed the polygraph test, I can pass this!”

The lawyer still protests so She-Hulk whips out some of her ol’ legal expertise. Which she is not licensed to practice in a professional capacity in the state of New York.

She-Hulk: “Your boy was caught participating -- in either a kidnapping or an escape -- in full view of witnesses. He’s in big trouble. The scanner helmet will tell us if he’s been manipulated by outside forces. And cancel any mental blocks or false memories. Now, wouldn’t you like to go into court with something that could prove your client was used against his will?”

... I’m baffled that this new technology whose inventor has gone missing could just easily be used as evidence in court.

Like, on who’s word are they saying that this device works? Has it been vouched by anyone? How do they even know that it works at all? It was finished by Scott Lang who is a good electrical engineer but didn’t know what he was working on!

But if I can believe a man can fly, I’ll buy this.

And its funny, Shocker goes from ‘yeah I doubt this will mean anything’ to immediately remembering and spilling the beans that he was set up by Egghead.

Which means that he’s alive and Hank’s defense has merit. God damn!

I like that the cerebral helmet does factor into the plot, even if in an unexpected way. Poor, disappeared Tony Stark’s feverish throwing himself into this project out of a guilty drive to help Hank will help Hank, in some way!

Meanwhile, in the secret and sinister suburban lair of Egghead’s Masters of Evil, Hank Pym brushes off his hands and goes ‘yup I’ve finished inventing your eternal life machine, can I go now?’

Egghead and the Masters call BS because its been three days. No way did Hank already finish the machine. Egghead was thinking it would be months of research before Hank could even begin working on a design.

Hank: “Admittedly, I was lucky in stumbling upon a breakthrough in micro-cellular reconstruction. But then, you did bring me here to produce results. That’s what I’ve done.”

Moonstone asks how close an eye Egghead kept on Hank, since Egghead is the only one truly familiar with the project.

The answer is: not very!

So now they’re worried that if they plug someone into the device, it’ll just kill them.

Tiger Shark goes ‘hey lets just test it on Hank’ and Hank goes ‘yeah whatever.’

Hank: “I stand behind my work 100%. I’ll be your guinea pig, if you’re all so afraid of gaining a long and vital life!”

Egghead: “Don’t use that tone with me, Henry Pym! I think I might enjoy using you as a guinea pig! Strap him in, boys -- good and tight!”

Tiger Shark, whose idea this was in the first place, suddenly considers ‘what if this is a long and weird way for Hank to commit suicide?’ but Hank says he would have ended it three days ago if he was that tired of living.

Egghead: (He’s right. As dispirited as Pym has been, he never became suicidal. Despite all the travails I put him through, I was never able to break him that completely. Pity. Perhaps I’ll try again... after the test.)

GOOD GRIEF EGGHEAD

I know that you’re evil and petty but geez that’s a new low.

Then again, this is the guy who blew up his niece’s arm out of spite.

So, yeah, driving to suicide the guy that made your eternal youth technology possible is about what I’d expect of you, Egghead.

The worst.

When they have Hank strapped into the longevity machine and switch it on, Hank starts to glow.

Which is probably not what is supposed to happen.

Also what is not supposed to happen, the machine creates a force field around Hank.

And also overrides the guidance systems in Beetle’s armor, making him fly all over the place bonking into stuff.

I have a sneaking suspicion that this isn’t actually a longevity machine!

No, in fact, Hank Pym played them all by going ‘yeah sure throw me into the briar patch, I don’t give a shit.’

Tiger Shark tries to rip Hank out of the machine but gets thrown away with a ZZAKK.

Moonstone tries her luck too.

Moonstone: “Your electrified field is very effective against brute force, doctor -- but can it resist a high-intensity laser blast?”

-it does-

Hank: “You tell me!”

The sass!

The lasers deflect off the field joining the bouncing Beetle in destroying the lab.

Egghead has duck and covered beneath a table and demands one of the Masters stop Hank.

A call to action that Radioactive Man takes up, charging the machine.

Radioactive Man: “You are even more capable than I thought, Dr. Pym. But your miraculous fields will not long withstand the power of my nuclear heat!”

Hank: “Probably not! But it doesn’t have to! I’ve had days to prepare defenses against all of you!”

Cadmium-plated tentacles come out of the machine and grab Radioactive Man.

Geez, really nobody was making sure Hank wasn’t up to anything so he got away with everything!

The cadmium dampens Radioactive Man’s radioactive so Hank uses him to knock out Tiger Shark.

Ah, yes. I do love a good grievous harm with a body instance.

Moonstone: “Incredible! Together, we possess nearly as much raw power as the Avengers themselves -- and yet one man has nearly overcome us in a matter of minutes!”

And since she’s Moonstone and practically the only supervillain who knows when to fold ‘em, she tries to skedaddle.

But Hank also built disruption stunners into the not-longevity machine’s manacles, like the ones he used as Yellowjacket, and he blasts Moonstone as she tries to flee.

Leaving Egghead to gape that Hank has singlehandedly defeated his Masters of Evil!

MEANWHILE, up in suburbia, the Avengers!

Remember them? They’re the title of the book.

Shocker spilled the beans to the Avengers because, honestly, fuck Egghead for using him as a patsy. So the Avengers and some copspolice have assembled outside Egghead’s secret house.

The cops are to evacuate the neighborhood in case the Avengers need to do a big punch-up.

Caring about bystanders, a thing that the Avengers do some of the times.

The Avengers also got the house plans from the county records office because they’re doing this raid right.

Problem is, they’re unlikely to be accurate because they don’t have an evil lair listed on them.

So Cap and Wasp are strategizing, planning to surround the house and work their way in slowly and quietly so the Masters don’t use Hank as a hostage.

Then everything explodes. And by everything, I mean the yard of the house.

Beetle burst out from underground, completely ruining the lawn and flies around out of control.

He warns the Avengers that he can’t control his flight and tells them to look out.

The Avengers mostly jump out of the way.

Mostly.

Thor just stands still with his hammer held out for Beetle to run into so hard that Mjolnir seems to disappear.

Beetle falls to the ground, all momentum instantly converted into horrific agony.

Like seriously. He’s going to be feeling that forever. No wonder he later jumps at the chance to flip good, rather than ever experience that again.

Wasp and Cap(tain America), strategy geniuses, decide that at this point, stealth is pointless but Hawkeye is way ahead of them.

I don’t see him in the panel where the Avengers scatter or in the panel where Beetle is falling off Thor’s fist so I think that the instant the ground exploded Hawkeye was like ‘this hole was made for me’ and immediately jumped down it to leeroy jenkins the rescue Hank plan.

Its a very him thing to do.

Plus, as he muses to himself, he has his own score to settle with Egghead.

I.e., that time that Egghead killed his brother Barney Barton. The crime brother? From the time we learned that Hawkeye actually had a name?

That time.

At the bottom of the exit wound Beetle left in the house, Hawkeye peeps in and is astounded to find the Masters of Evil lying defeated in various heaps with Hank Pym standing victorious over them, casually unhooking himself from the not-longevity machine.

As Hawkeye watches, Hank tells Egghead that he can come out of hiding because its all over.

And then delivers a massive ‘the reason you suck’ speech to Egghead, which coming from Hank Pym is doubly biting because Hank Pym knows what a trashfire he’s made of his own life and still says Egghead is worse.

Hank Pym: “I did a pretty good job of screwing up my life recently. You just about finished the job for me! You used me, Egghead... and you tried to make me criminal! But you couldn’t. You see, I’ve come to terms with myself in the past month. I know who I am, and who I’m not! I’m not Ant-Man anymore. I’m not Giant-Man... or Goliath... or Yellowjacket! I’m Henry Pym!

“And it was Henry Pym who beat the Masters of Evil! You, Egghead... you turned to crime because you thought your scientific knowledge made you better than everyone else... put you above the law! But you were wrong. You weren’t above the law, and you weren’t better! I’m the better scientist... I just proved that!”

“I assembled the pieces of your downfall -- right under your nose!”

Egghead takes exception to being told how much he sucks, and leaps at Hank to, I guess, try to beat him up, saying he hasn’t beaten Egghead yet.

So Hank beats Egghead yet.

Hank: “Oh... I was hoping you’d try that!”

After all that Hank’s been through in this vague arc and at the hands of Egghead, it is very satisfying to effortlessly turn the tables on the villains, deck Egghead, and prove that while he has spotty success as a superhero, he’s no villain.

This vague arc has broken Hank down to nothing. He ruined his marriage, his superhero career, abandoned his science career as fruitless. He was broke, so desperate as to take a loan from his arch-nemesis. Framed for treason and left to pay for Egghead’s adamantium scheme. Sent to jail and derided as worse than the supervillains there. Worse for having fallen from grace. Gave up winning back his wife after seeing her date one of his friends. Abandoned hope for anything but to win back his dignity and good name in a court of law. Had that taken from him as well.

And stripped of absolutely everything, Hank Pym proved that he is one of the finest scientists in Marvel, a crafty SOB, and owner of a dynamite right hook.

Then with Egghead sprawled on the floor, Hank turns to leave.

But Egghead is a petty, petty, evil, evil man. That hasn’t stopped being a thing so he pulls out a science gun to shoot Hank in the back.

Hawkeye jumps out of the beetle hole and shoots an arrow in the barrel of the science gun, making the science gun backfire kirby krackle.

Hawkeye: “Brother, that was close -- but everything’s gonna be okay now, Hank! We have all the evidence we need to clear you and put that creep behind bars!”

Hank: “Egghead won’t be serving any time, Hawkeye. He’s dead.”

DUN DUN DUN

Hawkeye, you’ve become a killer! And it didn’t even take a Bendis to drive you to it!

Well, maybe a man-slaughterer...

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Feels - Dominick ‘Sonny’ Carisi

A/N: Basically just Sonny dating someone who is totally into him cause that’s what he deserves.

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“Is this where you bring all your dates?” You joked, sitting in the witness stand and watching Sonny as he gathered up the notes that were sitting at his table. He didn’t look up but he smiled, shaking his head.

“You came in here.” He pointed out. He had texted you, saying he would be late to dinner and would you mind meeting him at the courthouse. He’d meant for you to just wait on the steps outside but you had come in, flagging down a paralegal and finding Sonny in an empty courtroom, prepping for tomorrow’s trial.

“Details.” You waved him off. “Can I sit in the judge’s chair?”

“No,” he replied, “come on, before you get yourself in trouble.”

“It’s okay I know a good attorney,” you grinned, stepping down from the witness stand and walking over to him.

When you were a kid you had been best friends with Bella. Over the Carisi house every weekend, hopelessly flirting with Sonny when you were kids, trying to get his attention. After high school you’d moved away for college and settled for a few years in Chicago. You’d kept in touch with Bella loosely, she’d send pictures of the baby and update you on her family while you told her about work and your own non-existent life. You had moved back a month ago and had run into Sonny before you had the chance to tell Bella that you were even home.

“Sonny?” The bar had been packed and years had changed both of you but there was no mistaking Dominick Carisi. He was at the bar, in the middle of ordering more drinks and when he looked at you his eyes lit up with recognition.

“No way, what are you doing here?” He had been quick to wrap you in a hug. “I thought you were in Chicago.”

“I...well I was.” You replied, “but I, the woman I did my teaching internship with just retired and they offered me her job so I moved back. Mom’s been having a rough time too so, it’s good to be close.”

“I’m sorry about that, I know ma’s been around to see her.”

“How are you though?” You asked, looking to the small gathering of people he had most definitely been drinking with. A few of them were watching you.

“Good, great actually. Just uh, well I’m celebrating. I passed my bar exam.”

“That’s so exciting! Oh my god,” you hugged him again.

He invited you to join his friends, introducing you to everyone as his sister’s best friend from childhood. Not the introduction you would have wanted, even after all the years apart. Whether it was appropriate for you to join the group or not you did, enjoying the attention that Sonny paid you throughout the evening. Happier still when he offered to take you back to your place.

“I can’t pass up being escorted home by a cop.” You had replied.

“So where are we going?”

For the first month that you were back in New York, Sonny checked up on you, making sure that you were settling back in alright. Texts here and there turned into continuous conversations and meet-ups for coffee turned into dates at the end of the evening with wine and Sonny cooking for you. You weren’t kids anymore and you certainly weren’t just Bella’s friend. She was more on board with the progression into dating than anyone else, excited at the idea that you and her brother might end up together.

“We could be sisters.” She had commented when you first told her that you and Sonny were seeing each other.

The excitement wasn’t just hers though. You had loved Sonny as a kid, all through high school you had an unwavering crush on him. Nothing could deplete it. Dating him now only increased all those feelings that you had put away.

“I told ya it was a surprise.” He replied, kissing the side of your head. You were standing in the subway car with him, arms wrapped around his waist and using him to hold yourself upright and steady. He had one arm around you and he held on to the metal bar with the other. Better at riding than you were.

“But I hate surprises. Which I know you know.”

“You’ll like this one.”

“What if I don’t, is there a refund guarantee?” You asked, smiling at him, “can I return you?”

“You’re annoying, you know that?”

“Sonny,” You whined, “Dominick.”

“You’ll like it.” He promised again, another kiss to your head, “I solemnly swear.”

“God, you’re lucky I like you.” You replied, tilting your head up to kiss him.

You weren’t sure if Sonny knew about your crush. Probably, you wouldn’t put it passed Bella to have told him. Even his mom had known about it when you were kids, teasing you whenever you were over the house. If he did know he said nothing about it. If he did know he probably didn’t suspect that it had lasted this long and that you still felt the same teenage giddiness when he looked at you. Trying to be cool and adult and composed was pointless when Sonny was smiling at you.

“Trust me, I know.”

Your surprise came in the form of an Italian restaurant well above your paygrade. You weren’t sure a detective turned defense attorney made enough to afford a place that priced it’s steak at $58 but you weren’t going to complain. You’d mentioned the restaurant at least five times since moving to the city and the fact that he was springing to take you here (because you knew he would never let you pay) was more flattering than you could even fathom.

“Good surprise?” Sonny had asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Best surprise,” you confirmed. “Still kinda bummed you didn’t let me sit in the judge’s chair.”

I love Sonny, I mean...how can you not?

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Chapter 19 - Extra

Chapter 18

Both of them were taken to mend their injuries...mostly that Y/N caused herself. She was still feeling a bit lightheaded though.

Her friends came to visit her except Ochaco. Kyoka said, "I had no idea you got these moves under your sleeves."

"Uhh...yeah, me neither." Y/N said in a strained voice, "I-I am so sorry. I didn't kno-"

"Oh please don't apologize. This was a competition and you gave your best." Shiozaki smiled.

When Y/N felt better, she decided to look for Ochaco and wish her luck.

Ochaco was always the cheerful one in the group, always positive. But this was the first time that Y/N her nervous so much. In her situation, Y/N would've been the same. She knows her quirk is a strong one, but she still doesn't have as much control as Bakugou does. And going against with someone who's physical strength is as powerful as their mental strength isn't easy. Ochaco was going to go against that.

Y/N knew that Bakugou was going to win. Even though Ochaco had her brains and zero gravity as a quirk, it is hard to bring him down. Bakugou's single blast towards her was enough to throw her out of the boundaries. And knowing him, he wasn't the type to go easy on someone just based on their gender or capability. If someone was fighting with him, he would make sure that they fight with what he is, his true power. It wasn't about just strength to him. Y/N felt that Bakugou would show a person how weak they are compared to him, just so that they get back up and be stronger, and ofcourse fight him again.

".....So he's like a grumpy old man." Y/N mumbled, watching her friends enter the arena as a small smile crept up on her face , "Well, I'm grandma to him too."

"Awww, how cute. Cheering for your boyfriend?" Kyoka nudged her.

"Oh shut up." Y/N said blushing a little.

Kyoka stared her face for sometime and asked, "What happened? You look...happy. I mean, way happier than I have seen before."

"Nothing just...Bakugou seemed different when we were talking back there. He....tried to cheer me up."

"NO FUCKING WAY."

Y/N chuckled watching her friend's reaction, "In a negative manner but I knew what he meant."

"Ofcourse you did. Oh the match is starting."

"You're the one who screws around with gravity. Right pink cheeks?" Bakugou asked looking at his opponent.

"Pink cheeks?!" Ochaco exclaimed.

Y/N would never admit it but she did feel a bit jealous. "I mean, grandma for me and pink cheeks for her?!" She thought, "Whatever. I hope Ochaco kicks his stupid ass."

"Well if you're gonna give up, do it now. Cause I'm not gonna hold back." Bakugou said.

"Sometimes I just have this strong urge to slap him, I swear." Y/N mumbled.

"Giving up is not an option!" Ochaco said.

The fight looked unbearable. Bakugou was not at all holding back on her. While a part of Y/N thought that it's good that Ochaco was facing his true powers, she couldn't help but feel bad for her. Even though she had a good plan up her sleeve, it took one blast from Bakugou to end it all. Going back to the waiting room, it was strange to see her unaffected about the fight. For someone who rarely showed her true emotions, Y/N knew that her friend was in fact holding back and didn't want to break down in front of them. The least she can do is to give her some space and that's exactly what Y/N did.

Back in the stands, while everyone was calling him a villain to annoy him, Bakugou observed the seats and found Y/N in the same place where they sat. Except, now Kaminari and Sero were sitting with her. He quietly sat beside her and grumbled, "I definitely wouldn't call that girl frail." in response to the classmates talking about Ochaco. Y/N looked at him and noticed light bruises on his cheeks . "Did you not go to recovery girl?" She asked looking at his hand. "I've got spray for pain relief." There was no doubt that it definitely sprained his hands when he used his quirk that fast and with that shot. "And don't worry, Ochaco is kinda sulky but she'll be back to being herself."

"Did I ask grandma?" Bakugou shouted, "I don't need your stupid spray!"

"Oh please, give your stupid masculinity a rest." Y/N said taking out the spray, "Either use it or I'll apply it on you myself."

"Shut up!" Bakugou said snatching the spray from her hands. He would never allow her to do something like this in front of others. "Or anyone as a matter of fact." He thought and looked back at her tired demeanor. She was being way nicer than she has ever been and something about that didn't sit right with him. What was she planning? Why was she being so...gentle with him all of a sudden.

"God, stop glaring. You can just tell me to take back my spray." Y/N said, chuckling.

"Oh my bro wasn't glaring." Kaminari said with a smirk on his face, looking at Bakugou.

Something about that made him feel self-conscious and he blurted out, "Shut up! I don't even care about stupid extras! Why would I fucking stare?!"

"Ah...now that stung a little." Y/N thought, as she forced a small smile on her face and said, "Stop it, Kaminari." She pat him on his shoulder and looked at the arena as Midoriya finally cracked Todoroki, and he used his fire. It ended with Todoroki as the winner as Midoriya fell unconscious and out of bounds.

It was now Y/N vs. Iida and although Iida had his speed Y/N was quick to use her quirk when they were near the boundaries. She jumped and back-flipped, using him as support and took the opportunity to kick Iida out of line. It was over in a minute, it was fast but Y/N knew he was going to use his high speed to throw her out.

Either that or he would use his speed and attack her suddenly for which Y/N planned to use her quirk on his biggest strength but which also can be considered as his weakness - his feet. If she used a fair amount of her quirk on his calves, his quirk would actually stop working for a long time. And it would be easy for her to throw him out. Iida chose the first option. But using her quirk all of a sudden and with great amount of force was making her light-headed.

Y/N was not in the stands with her friends anymore. She didn't need any kind of distraction when her next opponent was the one who out-witted her in losing the first training that they had. Ofcourse she needed to work on her skills because she really believed that because of her being not that good in studies, she wasn't good either in the field when it is actually needed. Strategy is one of the strongest factors in fights and which some people like Midoriya and Tokoyami can come out with, in an instant - something that Y/N didn't have. None of the heroes were perfect and she knew no one can ever be perfect, but now wasn't the time to dwell on that fact. The only thing that she can do is understand how Todoroki worked and come up with a plan according to that.

She planned on using the last move she used with Shiozaki but the thing is...she had no idea how she did it. All she remembered was her trying to keep all the vines out of her hands and the fact that she moved around a lot. But except for that she had nothing.

Coming in the arena, she heard the crowd cheering loud. It was infact, a good match for the audience. Water against fire and ice. But something was wrong. Yes, Y/N felt scared. If she knew better then Todoroki wasn't going to use fire with her.

"Just so you know, I'm not going to hold back." He said.

"I don't want you to." Y/N said.

As soon as the match started Todoroki used his quirk to block Y/N's path wherever she wanted to go. She used her quirk to jump and avoid getting frozen. She used her quirk to speed up and get near him. She planned to use her quirk and release whiplash trick along with hot boiling water which for sure would take him by surprise.

Y/N knew something was wrong the moment she entered the arena. Even though she was trying to be as focused as possible, she couldn't because she wasn't able to hear anything. Her body was slowly giving up. She knew if she had to do something, she needed to do it fast.

And she did. Y/N never moved so fast before, and the speed at which she arrived near Todoroki was so high that if it wasn't for those huge screens, no one would've understood how she got there. Todoroki lit up his left side and moved his hands fast to defend himself as she took the opportunity and hit him on his waist with the move she thought of before. And it did take him by surprise, but not enough as he was quick to use his ice quirk to avoid getting thrown out of the boundaries.

Todoroki used his ice quirk to attack immediately, and Y/N took some time but she dodged. The next moment she was face to face with him. He used the little time to predict her moves and arrive the spot where she was going to be after dodging. She was about to use her trick again, but looking at his face which strangely looked blurry now, something made her stop. He took the opportunity and froze her legs.

"From the starting of the competition, you used your legs more than anything. It's obvious that I just needed to stop-" Todoroki's voice faded, as Y/N closed her eyes, feeling drowsy. She couldn't even life a finger any more. She just didn't have the energy.

When Y/N woke up, she was with Recovery Girl and Midoriya on her left side. "How are you feeling?" She heard Kyoka's voice.

"Ugh..." she groaned as her head felt heavy, "Felt better?"

"Man...did Midoriya get into you head or what?" Kyoka scolded, "Both of you overused your quirk. The move on Shiozaki took a lot outta you Y/N. Try not to strain yourself much now."

"So...is the festival over??" Y/N asked. Just like everyone else, even she was curious about who will win if Bakugou and Todoroki fought with each other.

"No. You're in luck. Also, that purple-haired dude came to visit you." She wiggled her eyebrows, "Someone's getting popular among boys, huh?"

"Shinso." Midoriya corrected, "I didn't know you guys were close."

"If you call days of annoying a guy just to become his friend a move to become popular, then you need to open your eyes. I-I am not...that...visually appealing. Strange when my brother got so many fans. Anyways!" Y/N changed the topic quickly, "Sorry Midoriya, I knew about his quirk but I just couldn't tell you about it. He...looked like he trusted me and I just-"

"Oh don't worry about that. After hearing him, I can understand why you did that." Midoriya chuckled.

"Okay chill, don't sulk now." Kyoka said, "Oh and just so that you know, the photographers clicked a very....controversial image of you. And I'm sure it's gonna be on the front page of several newspapers and all over the social media."

"Fuck the media." Y/N said, gradually getting more annoyed with them. She knew how her family was also going to be dragged in everything that she gets involved in. It's almost like she has cameras on her all the time and it is just during the festival but she was already getting tired of them.

"Y/N," Midoriya called her, "I saw you and....I know that if you wanted, you could've used that move once again and this time with much more force and speed, which surely would've been enough to strain him down. But...you just stopped in the middle. It's not like something you would....do..."

"I just couldn't do it. I don't know if you have noticed but....whatever happened to his face wasn't something that he was born with. Some kind of accident happened, and going by the type of burn...I know what that caused." Y/N looked at him, "I have made mistakes when I was a child and had no control over my quirks."

Midoriya cleared his throat and looked away at the door, "We should go. The final match is going to be in a few minutes." Y/N observed his face. Even he had some secrets that he was avoiding to tell her.

She felt it. They've drifted apart and now were close friends, just not best friends anymore.

Chapter 20

SEASON - II

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gvnchvcks · 4 years

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A few days or maybe a week into being hired is when Fiona finds out most of the crew live in the penthouse with Geoff, at which point she immediately demands a sleepover. Nails will be painted, hair will be braided, boys will be talked about, nobody is safe

YES, SO MUCH YES, I LOVE THIS OKAY SO-

Fiona gets this idea because she wants to know more about the crew as a whole and she wants to hang with her newfound family, and what better way to get to know someone than when it's 4 am and you're all tired as hell telling secrets or something?? So she calls Geoff up and is like, "Hey dad can I have a sleepover?" (Yes she actually says that, you cant convince me otherwise) and Geoff is like ?? What? And so she explains her plan to him and he's automatically on board. They have no jobs coming up for at least a month, why not let loose? So she makes a huge group chat for the entire crew to let them know, and also she's like, wait why dont you guys have a group chat already wth

So now everyone is ready and hyped!! She shows up at the penthouse super early that morning to help Jack and Ryan prepare for having 11 people in it for one whole night. (We all know Gav isn't finna help, Geoff is asleep, and Michael and Jeremy are helping as well, but mostly with cleaning up a bit and finding entertainment) By 2 in the afternoon, things look great!! The furniture in the living room has been moved around a bit so there's enough room in the middle, where a bunch of pillows and blankets are likely gonna be placed. There's a Switch and an X-Box by the tv, ready to be played. Board and card games like Twister, Uno, and Monopoly are set to the side, ready to cause trouble. Snacks are spread throughout the room, unopened sodas, beer, candy, and chip bags. It all looks great, and Fiona is so excited!! The first one to arrive is Matt, Switch and two boxes of donuts in hand. Then, the Twins, Trevor and Alfredo. Wearing matching adult sized onesies they picked up along the way! And finally, Lindsay. She's a bit latez but nobody questions it because it's well. It's Lindsay.

Everyone is finally here!! The livingroom and kitchen are full of people chatting and playing games. (Lets say they're playing Animal Crossing bc I'm obsessed lol) and Geoff is even out of bed now too. Everyone went all out on this, and Fiona couldn't be happier. All wearing pajamas and sitting on the floor or laying on the couches and chairs, like the children they all are on the inside. Eating candy, even making a bit of a mess, but they'll just clean it up later. It's around 10 pm when Lindsay calls for everyone's attention from her spot on the floor.

"So, as you all know, I was a bit late today. BUT do you know why that is?"

A few wrong answers later, she digs into a backpack she brought with her and out comes a slew of makeup, brand new, and a ton of face paint and nail polish. Fiona squeals and is like, "You actually brought it, yesss! Who's our first victim?"

Michael and Geoff immediately nope out of there and head to the kitchen, but everyone else seems game. Especially Gavin and Alfredo, who practically jump in front of the two girls, tripping over people along the way. Gavin occasionally wears a bit of makeup or nail polish here or there, so he wants his face painted! His mistake? Asking Lindsay to do it. 30 minutes later, she's done with her masterpiece. Gavin looks in the mirror, expecting to see a mess, but he actually doesn't hate it? A gold drips painted from his forehead that go over his left eye, and a small gold heart under his right eye. He actually looks really cool! Then, he turns around to show the others, and they laugh?? Why are they laughing? He looks pristine! He looks again. Oh. That's not a heart. It's a dick. He let's out one of his signature loud squawks of shock and disappointment, with a "Lindsayyy!!" Thrown in for good measure, and jumps over the others to run to the kitchen sink.

During all of this though, Fiona and Alfredo arent laughing. Fiona is laser focused on making Fredo the hottest person in the room. And she does. She stares at her work, nearly an hour after she started, and is proud. Alfredo is loving it too, making kissy faces at the other crew members, posing and showing off his red nails while Jack takes pictures of him using a Polaroid she bought just for this occasion.

Anyways, that's all done. Nobody else wants to get their faces done, in fear they'll end up like poor ol Gav, so they move on (tho Fredo and Gav do keep their looks, Gav is just missing the "heart") Things calm down again for a bit, and everyone is telling stories. Fiona is in the middle of talking about what her life in France was like before moving to Los Santos, when she realizes she's been subconsciously braiding Matt's hair while he sits in front of her on the floor. She stops and is joking like, "aw dude wtf I've been touching Matt's hair" and then Matt is like, "Yeah but this is actually not a bad look if I'm being honest" and the others agree with him! Michael says it makes him look a bit less like an animal (I swear I love Matt lmao but you know they'd bully him during this, nobody is safe) and then Trevor is like, "you should do Ryan's next!! He has long hair too!!"

Ryan is against it at first but eventually is forced to take Matt's spot on the floor, and by the time Fiona's story is done, so is Ryan's new look, and lemme tell ya. That boy can ROCK a braid. Everyone is like, "Daaaamn, Ry, look at you GO" and "Of course he looks better than Matt, the dude was a model" and this actually makes Ryan kinda happy!! He likes his friends giving him validation, sorry I don't make the rules.

The night continues as normal. More stories are told, and they slowly start to get deeper as it gets later. Stories of their past lives, their first kills and first crimes, and romance too. They talk about their worst and best past relationships, what they're looking for in a partner, things like that.

(This is about to get a bit shippy, so I'm sorry if you dislike any of these ships, they're just the ones I personally like and wanted to write about, with my own headcanons for each character and their sexualities. If anybody is interested in me talking about my personal HC's for that, send in an ask tho cause this is already kinda long lol)

At one point, Trevor actually draws attention to himself. Things are quiet and more chill now. Everyone is being supportive, so this is good as time as any-

"Uh, actually, I kinda wanna tell you guys something since we're on the topic. I'm..bisexual."

Everyone is silent for a second, and he actually starts to get nervous, then Lindsay pipes up with

"Dude, hell yeah, bi gang! Love wins, what's up!"

Everyone smiles and laughs, and Fiona highfives Lindsay. Geoff is the next to speak up, "That's great news, Trevor. When did this realization hit you, bud? I've known you for a while now, I had no idea."

"Oh, it was actually maybe..a few months ago? A year maybe? Yeah. About half a year ago I'd say."

Michael chimes in next,

"Wait, isn't that also when you found Fredo and introduced him to Geoff?"

A few oooooh's ring out and Trevor tries to hide his face by looking down and chuckling.

"Uh, yeah. It is.. Anyways! What about you guys? Jeremy, what's your type?" He looks to the shorter male who's lounging on a beanbag near the tv, trying to divert everyone's attention from himself. Jeremy thinks for a second and takes a sip of his beer.

"Hm. Not sure. I like tough people who have a soft side usually, just like me.."

As he names off a few other things he finds attractive, Jack shoots a knowing look over to Ryan. Ryan's had a thing for Jeremy for a while now, and only she knows about it. When you're the crew mom, your kids tell ya everything.

This continues for a while longer with more almost-confessions, before people eventually start slowly passing out. (After a few games of Uno of course. The Monopoly stayed untouched, and they started a game of Twister but were to drunk to stay still and kept toppling onto each other painfully.)

This is a bit longer than I intended and I left out a LOT I wanted to put in but I don't wanna make these too long aishsijsjs I'm not good at writing lol I'm sorry, but I hope you like this!! I could elaborate on other aspects of anyone is curious, I'll be accepting these asks all day so keep em coming 💚💚💚

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i-write-sometimes-blog · 4 years

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The Bet (Rey x Reader High School AU)

Request: First I’m so glad I found your account! You have so many good fics! I love your different Aus so keep up the good work!!! I was wondering if you could do a high school au Rey where the reader has to fake date Poe because she lost a bet but she still sneaks around with Rey and when they all go to solo residence for dinner he tells Ben and Reys just kisses the reader and is like the bets over she’s mine :). Please don’t feel like you need to do this I know you have a lot of requests! Stay safe :) by anon

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A/N: Oh boy, if I have fake-dated my friends. This was fun to write, I'm convinced this whole AU is a comedy and this proves it. Hope you like it!

Day 1

You lost the bet. What was exactly the bet? you couldn’t remember but you did remember it happened in Poe’s paty. How many problems was that party going to cause you? First grounded and now this, walking through the school with Poe’s arm over your shoulder just like a couple would.

You watched Poe for a moment as you came closer to your friends already waiting for you in the cafeteria, he had a confident smirk over his lips, he was sure having fun with this even if he also had lost the bet just like you and now both were trapped in the act of dating each other. He noticed your gaze on him and gave you an encouraging wink before you were next to the table.

“Good morning everyone!” he said in a cocky and playful tone.

“Morning” Finn and Rose said enthusiastically.

“Hi” Zorii winked at you.

A smile curled your lips when you saw Rey approaching fastly, some strays of her soft brown hair moving gracefully as she rushed to the table.

“Late again?” you asked her with a big smile as she arrived and greeted you with a hug, you had to fight yourself not to give her a morning kiss and you saw the same struggle on her eyes.

“Yeah, I was fixing some things for Maz and forgot the time.” she chuckled, both stayed frozen for a moment just smiling at each other.

“Hey, Rey” Poe said already sitting next to your friends “You’re being a little too romantic with my girl” Immediately you pulled away from her embrace.

“Yeah, you’re right, Dameron” she said with a smile “Y/N is your girlfriend after all” she said making your friends laugh, especially Finn, he was having a lot of fun with this mostly because Rey and Poe could be a bit competitive sometimes so you knew they both would do their very best to end the week ‘in character’

“Poe, my love” you said making Finn laugh even more.

“Yes, dear?” he said raising his eyebrow as a playful smile danced on his lips.

“Could you move so I can sit with you?” you told him sarcastically. He looked at Rey for a moment that was now sitting on the other side of the small table with Rose, oh no, he had an idea, you knew this boy for most of your life and that face was a sign of trouble.

“Sure, darling” he said as he made space for you and you sat suspicious next to him “Hey, no kiss for your beloved boy?” he asked. Oh, that was it. Your glance traveled to find Rey almost choking with her drink. You rolled your eyes and sighed before you planted a brief kiss on his cheek.

“There, you happy?” you told him

“Delighted”

You looked at Rey again she was shifting a bit uncomfortable on her seat as she took a new sip of blue milk, your gazes met and you rushed to murmur an “I’m sorry” but she only smiled at you winking. This was going to be a really long week.

Day 3

The bell rang after what felt like ages, you finally had a moment of freedom, short but it was better than nothing. So you barely ran out of the classroom making your way through the empty hallway that soon started to get busy with students leaving the classroom. Then you rushed to that special place you haven’t been in a long time with your heart heaving as you looked over your shoulder to make sure nobody was following you, like you used to do months before until you met her face behind the steps of the football stadium, your favorite hiding spot.

“Hi, stranger” Rey said with a big smile. You ran into her arms that pulled you closer to her and without missing a second your lips found her, eager to kiss her, almost desperately as if you hadn’t in a long time.

“You have no idea how hard it is to see you in the hall and not be able to kiss you, Rey” you murmured inches from her lips before she pulled you in a new kiss. Then you pulled away to meet her gaze.

“Believe me, I know” she mumbled. “Up for a walk?” she asked.

“Sure” you giggled taking her hand on yours, you had really missed the way your hand fit perfectly on hers and the feeling of confidence it gave you.

“So we’re hiding again.” Rey chuckled while you walked behind the seats.

“Looks like it” you said looking at the grass beneath your feet “Shit, I don’t even know why I agreed to this stupid bet” you told her. “Sorry”

“No, no, it’s fine” she assured you “It’s kinda fun, it’s like before”

“But I don’t want it to be like before.” you told her. Just then you realized how hard it was to be this way, hiding your love, meeting in secret, this bet reminded you just how much more happier it felt to be out. To hold her whenever you wanted without fear. “I don’t wanna hide, Rey”

She stopped examining your features for a moment, she knew you just enough to tell when something was upsetting you and you were right now. She couldn’t deny she had gotten used to be out and now trying to hide again was painful, like if all you both had worked with hadn’t never happen and were back at the beginning of the long journey of your love. It was torture to see you with someone that wasn’t she, to see you holding Poe’s hands and how much anger caused her to see you kiss him, not mattering how innocent the kiss was.

But there was no reason to start something, she just had to wait a week, control herself a little longer and everything would go back to normal.

“Y/N” she told you “It’s just a stupid bet, not need to overthink about it. We just have to pretend a bit and then we get back our usual life. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re right” you agreed “Maybe I’m just thinking too much” you chuckled. “Sorry about the kiss, by the way”

Rey chuckled and started to walk again with the shadows of the stadium covering you.

“It’s okay” she said “But if he tries to do it again I’m going to kick his sorry ass”

“Oh, no. I am going to kick his ass” you chuckled and Rey laugh echoed through the place.

Day 4

Kylo observed you carefully across the room, noticing Poe’s arm around your body as you chattered happily with your friends in the living room. Your brother had noticed you acting strange during the week, hadn’t really seen you with Rey instead he found you in Dameron’s arms, he was a bit worried something had happened between the girl and you.

“I swear I’ve never seen you that drunk, Rose” you chuckled remembering the big party, you comment made her roll her eyes.

“I wasn’t that drunk!” Rose defended herself.

“Rose, you almost ended up in a fight with a boy” Finn added.

“I don’t need to be drunk to do that” she said “Remember that time I bit Hux? I was absolutely not drunk”

“Point taken” Rey chuckled and the group joined laughing at the good story. You watched Rey sitting in front of you, her soft features relaxed as her contagious laugh sounded like a melody. One day more. One day more and you could get back to normal, back to be with her.

“Y/N, love” Poe told you “Would you mind if I leave you for a moment? Gotta use the bathroom”

“How romantic” you chuckled “Go, Romeo” you told him as he stood up and walked towards the room, but there was a figure waiting for him and caught him as soon as he left your view.

Kylo intersected Poe on his way and pulled him aside with him in the hall, your brother was not happy to see you with Dameron, everyone was better than Poe to him, even Rey that was kind of his enemy he accepted her because Kylo knew she would treat you right but Poe, no he was not going to hurt his little sister.

“The fuck are you doing with Y/N?” growled Kylo slamming Poe against the wall.

“You said it, fuck” Poe answered and it made the range in Kylo grow extremely fast.

“You’re dead, Dameron” the tall man sentenced as his fist moved up and ready to hit right on Poe’s nose.

“No, no, no, no” Poe rushed to said “Okay, I’ll tell you” that was enough to stop Kylo from breaking his nose, however your brother didn’t lowered his fist, he kept it ready in case the words of the guy wouldn’t satisfy him.

“Listen Ren, we lost a bet” Poe explained “It’s a fucking bet man” he added but the taller man’s expressions demanded a bigger explanation. “We lost a bet now we have to fake dating, that’s it”

“So Rey and Y/N…” Kylo started.

“They’re still together, just agreed to act through the week.”

Ben thought for a moment and trusted in the worlds this guys was telling him, it made sense.

“Fine, get out of my sight” he finally said letting him go.

Meanwhile in the living room Rey saw her chance to get closer to you as she took Poe’s place next to you on the big sofa, sitting close to you as a bright smile adorned her lips, carefully you reached for her hand and she held it happily while the conversation between the small group kept normal. Unconsciously you let yourself melt next to your girlfriend, enjoying her closeness and soon your head was slightly rested on her shoulder while both of you enjoyed the jokes Finn was telling.

Poe walked back into the living room ready to tell you that your brother had found out about all the bet, there was no more point in keep the act if someone already knew it was fake.

“Y/N” he said making Rey and you flinch for a moment, only then you realized the way you were resting on Rey.

“Oh, I forgot” you chuckled “Still one day to go”

“Yeah… about that” Poe started, he didn’t exactly know how to tell you what happened with your brother, especially because Poe knew or at least assumed Kylo was watching his every move somewhere hiding in the house.

“Fuck this bet” Rey snapped making everyone silent in the room. She was so done with all the pretending stuff. She looked at you for a moment before she delicately grabbed your face to guide you to her lips. You corresponded her kiss, smiling in between the soft kisses, you had really missed the sensation of showing your love just anytime you wanted.

Well, it was pretty obvious that the bet was over, finally it was over.

“She’s mine” Rey said when she broke the kiss looking directly at Poe “No more stupid bets, understood?”

“Sure” he said letting himself fall next to Finn. “Ren knows, by the way” he said careless.

“Did you tell him?” You asked confused.

“Something like that” Poe sighed “He was absolutely not happy to see me dating you, even if it was just pretending. Clearly prefers to see you with Rey”

You smiled for a moment trying to imagine what had your brother done to your friend to get that information, he sure scared Dameron.

“Man, what did he do to you?” Zorii laughed, she was probably thinking the same you were.

“Wait, I didn’t know he was here” Finn chuckled.

“He literally lives here, genius” Rose told him.

“Yeah, but like he could be outside or something” he answered

You chuckled as they keep talking, it didn’t matter anymore, you only had eye and ears for Rey leaning against you as you ran your fingers through her hair, she smiled to you as she leaned for a quick kiss. It was good to have her finally back.

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